KT, frozen with befuddled astonishment, watched black & white footage of himself inside the secondary duplex home living room...
∗
He snatched Maxine by her shirt collar. "Who the fuck you think you talking to!"
Terri pried the asphyxiating Maxine from his death grip. "Point made. Now can we at least try to calm down... please?"
A lone tear running down her cheek, she sniffled. "KT, I'm sorry I cursed at you. If you think I should, I'll accept Dynamo's apology."
KT raised Maxine’s chin and stroked her hair. "I should've never tried to persuade you to accept his apology. What Dynamo tried to do was foul. If you not feeling his apology, I stand by your decision."
"You mean it?"
"Real talk... If I had to choose, I choose you over him because of what he tried to put you through."
Face cradled in his hands, Maxine...
Yolanda pausing the footage said. "I had hidden cameras installed all over both duplex sections."
“And Dynamo walked in on you watching us." KT surmised dishearteningly.
“I was so busy spying on you and Maxine, I accidentally left the door cracked. The rest you can piece together."
"If he would've just watched it from the beginning, he would have seen why I said that to her. That's what Maxine needed to hear."
“I didn't think anything of it. Not until Dynamo started bad-mouthing you. By then, it was too late. The seeds were already planted."
“Even if he felt some kinda way about the footage, why come at me like that? Here, in front of everybody."
“I know he's probably your only male friend, but KT, you need to see Dynamo for who he is... He's changed. The mega ice. The Lincoln Navigator. Word is, he looking to buy several bricks (kilos of cocaine) but didn’t come to you. That should tell you something. He feeling himself way too much to play second fiddle to anyone. Especially you.”
KT asked. “So you think I should do what?"
“You know what he's capable of, and you just bitched him in front of the whole hood. So, answer your own question. I know you don't want to, but you need to take a good, long look around. The vultures circling overhead. Who bones they eventually pick is anyone's guess.” Yolanda warned him.
“Everything Dynamo said I took in stride. I couldn't let him get away with disrespecting my fiancée like that.” KT explained the animosity Dynamo held towards Angel ever since their infamous Norfolk State University library steps encounter.
“The rules we honor like loyalty to friends and keeping family business in the family doesn't mean anything to guys like that. He wasn't looking to fight, so what other options remain?" Yolanda questioned rhetorically.
An injured friend is the bitterest of foes
-Thomas Jefferson 1793
CHAPTER 22
A man is to be cheated into passion but to be reasoned into truth
-John Dryden 1631-1700
Riverside Drive
Ingleside, Norfolk
15 minutes later
KT parked the Pontiac Grand Prix parked at the Riverside Drive/Wakefield Avenue corner. Behind the Wheel, he set a modified cigarillo to his lips. Flame set. Inhaling tart, blueberry Kush smoke, he mentally scanned through his & Dynamo's friendship. At every turn, all he saw were two friends willing to risk life & liberty to ascend through this world. His deceitful way of courting Angel notwithstanding, KT saw no justification for his friend’s deep-seated animosity.
He keyed the ignition. Engine idling, he finished the cigarillo then plucked the roach out of the driver's window. Glancing into the passenger side-view mirror, he noticed a stealthy silhouette creeping alongside his vehicle. KT quietly drew his forty caliber Glock and chambered a round. He got ready. Prime to unleash semi-automatic hellfire, he exhaled with relieved recognition of the silhouette's sparkling, wide mouth smile.
KT pushing the passenger door open allowed the silhouette to enter. “I thought you had a curfew?"
Terri eyed the handgun in his lap. "Do you mind?"
KT slid the handgun underneath his seat. "Since you still in circulation, I hope you lied about being under a curfew."
“I was having so much fun. By the time I remembered Maxine was my ride, she was already gone.” Accepting his suspicious glare, she confessed to being outside of the bedroom throughout the altercation. She emphasized Dynamo had no right to disrespect his friend.
KT sulked. "He was the last person I thought I would ever get into it with."
"That girl Angel he spoke about... is she really your woman?"
"Let me find out your car don't go as fast as everyone else's."
Terri, smiling at his mood softening retort, asked. "He said Angel went down on him in Ocean City. Is there any chance he could be telling the truth?"
KT stared at her for a moment. Changing the subject, he asked. "If Maxine was your ride, why not snag another one or call hubby to pick you up?"
“First, I'm with my second option. Second, I don't want my man anywhere near this place or you. Not after what you and Maxine put me through. My body still all tingly."
“Dude, know you like pussy too?"
Terri mushed his head. "There you go with those disrespectful questions again."
"What's the hubby's name? Maybe I know, dude."
“With what you just been through, the last thing we should be talking about is my quote, unquote man." Terri, privy to his dejection, gave his thigh a comforting squeeze. "Stop sweating Dynamo’s disrespectful ass because he not sweating you. If he cared anything about you, he would have never disrespected you like that."
KT gave her shoulder a nudge. "Yo teeny bopper-self got old lady wisdom."
“Not really. I just overheard some of the stuff those guys were saying about you. The question is... how come they felt comfortable saying it around him? Your friend didn't say much at first, but he also didn't stand up for you. Some friend. I never did like Dynamo too much."
“Stop throwing hidden clues and tell me who the hell you are."
Terri draped her left arm across the driver seat headrest then kissed him. Their pirouetting tongues and shared breathing pattern engulfed the moment. Caressing KT’s crotch, she kissed until his maturing manhood throbbed against her palm. "Who does that better, me, Maxine, or your woman?"
“Yawl different, but still hella good." KT plucked her chin. "That's for changing the subject. Now, who are you?"
“You having trouble placing me because I've been away for almost six years."
“I recall Maxine saying something about. She couldn't wait to taste you again. So, if she had you six years ago, that means she was fucking you when you were thirteen. Maxine hasn't even been with Yolanda that long." KT’s glare scorching her childish smirk, he reached across her and flung the Pontiac Grand Prix passenger door open. "Enough lies... If yo ass don't keep it trill, go about your business, so I can keep doing me."
Terri closed. "I grew up on Scott Street."
"Yo ass from Ingleside?"
She nodded. "We moved away six years ago, but whenever Unc... my man comes back for business, I get to come along. He always so busy, sometimes I sneak away and spend time with old friends."
KT asked. "If you from Ingleside like you say, how come I don't remember you?"
“I'm nineteen, remember, and I remember the Mr. Big Shot who always chased behind Yolanda like some puppy-dog in heat. She gassed your head so big, I see why you think you the best of the best. I always liked that black sportscar you had."
"Nissan 300Z." KT remembered.
“Back then, I was so small and undeveloped, you probably never saw me." Her hands coursing along her torso, Terri licked her full, naturally moist lips. "I only recently grew into these tits and sexy, big ass."
KT chuckled. "Conceited, sexy, pussy Mother Teresa good. Baby Girl, I'm feeling yo Exxon Valdez, oil-slick black ass more and more."
“I like when you call me Baby Girl. It makes me feel like I'm somebody's baby." Terri led him into
another kiss. "Your girl... what type is she? I mean, how she looks?"
"Is this where you set me up?"
“Maybe?"
“First, tell me where all this self-confidence comes from."
“Yolanda... the Queen. Just like she gave you yours, mister prized pupil." Terri teased him. "I was just a kid, but I overheard a lot. She taught her women how to take charge of their sexuality. To make sure whoever they laid with knew they were top-shelf material. That's what I wanted."
KT, fiddling with Terri’s blouse, cupped her left breast. Thumbing the erect nipple, he smooched her cheek. "If we didn't have sex earlier, you would've slapped me for freaking you like this. What made you go there with me right out the gate?"
“It’s obvious I'm a jump-off who has been around the block a few times. So__."
“Don't ever talk down about yourself. If you see yourself as a jump-off, everybody else will too."
“What do you see?"
KT, leading her chin upon his, peered into the large, dark windows to her soul. What he first saw as a sparkling exuberance now seems dark, desolate. Her soul was weakened by eternity-long anguish. Caressing Terri’s cheek, he answered. "I'll never see you as some jump off or thot. You a beautiful, chocolate bon-bon, confident enough to take what she wants. I'm just honored you chose me."
Terri turned away from his gravitational pull. "Maxine asked me to help please her man. I couldn't believe it turned out to be my fantasy fuck."
"You lost me."
"Everybody has some. Yolanda was one of yours. If not your number one fantasy fuck."
KT laughed. "I was your fantasy fuck."
“You and a few of the other older guys out here. Girls always want older boyfriends. You just as dark as me, so I always thought we made a cute couple." Terri plucked his chin. “You still haven't told me about your woman."
“Angel got exotic beauty. She’s light caramel, Peruvian and black. Long hair, green eyes, banging body." KT squeezed her thigh. “Not like this thick stuff. Angel slim but plump everywhere it counts. Fucked me up just being able to holla at her. And she bit. I had to lock her down."
“You two in love?"
“Engaged. Real talk... God blessed me, bringing her into my life."
“Then why cheat?"
"Stupid, I guess."
Terri scowled at the half-hearted response. "If I tell you why you still sleep around, take me with you." Accepting his silence, she continued. "Yolanda great at what she does, but the confidence she passes down doesn't stop with sex. KT, you feel you the greatest thing since toilet seats and your fiancée a fool to leave you. Especially when you got money and give her crazy orgasms. Probably every day.”
“What makes you so sure I got bread or give her wild, crazy nuts?”
“You gave it to me, and we just met, according to you. Your fiancée basically under your spell. Yolanda taught you how to recognize when we want to make love and want you to just bend us over and take it. The same way you and Maxine knew I needed to be slayed."
KT accepted her assessment. "I wish I could take you home, but it’s off-limits.”
Terri folded her arms. Her fiery glare scorching his flesh, she slammed against the passenger seat backrest. "You can fuck me everywhere! My mouth, my ass! Handcuff and blindfold me, but I can't share your bed!"
"Hold tight, Baby Girl, yo ass came to me. Everything we did, yo ass initiated. And I live with my fiancée, so dead that lil girl attitude, cause I bet yo ass stay with your dude." KT, unable to withstand her sad eyes, realized she felt like a cheap whore. He pulled her close. "Tell you what... me and wifey ever split, or she gets down with a threesome you moving in."
“And?"
"And I'll take you to the North Pole, just not to my crib."
Terri fastened her seatbelt. “Maxine's a be just fine, thank you."
∗
Sherwood Forest Apartments
Sherwood Road, Norfolk
20 minutes later
The twenty-minute trip made in silence, KT pulled the Pontiac Grand Prix alongside the curb. One with the early morning night, he kept Terri from opening the passenger door. "Baby Girl, you this pissed off because I can't take you to my crib?"
"Just take your hands off me, so I can do what you said and go about my business."
“Tell me what's really bothering you first."
Terri blasted. “You fucking me, that's what my problem is!"
KT annihilating her sneer with a kiss to her forearm, replied. “I can tell whatever's bothering you way deeper than me not taking you home with me. If the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn't do it either."
Terri, removing his hand from her elbow, raised the front of her plaid skirt. Warming to his ogling her exposed womanhood, she smiled weakly. “Thanks to you, I'm in deep trouble no matter what happens."
KT tilted the steering wheel upward. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her close. He placed Terri’s left leg along the driver seat; he propped her right leg along the dashboard. “I never did see how good you taste."
"The hell if you will now!”
He nibbled her inner thighs. "Prove you a teeny-bopper and stop me."
"What if somebody catches us?"
“Then we caught." KT secured the skirt around her waist. Under the glare of a nearby streetlight, he marveled at her feminine design. “This pink pussy sexy on yo black ass."
His suckling Terri’s womanly folds complemented his index finger easing inside her. His sensual, come-hither upstroke impacting her G-spot, Terri was transfixed on the face between her thighs. Her clitoris feast upon, she arched her back and raised her hips. Overrun by the excellence of his cunnilingus, a whimpering Terri pressed KT’s face deeper into her honeypot. “GAWD, you eat pussy like a dike!”
“A dike taught me." KT, savoring her ripe moisture, switched to a two-finger, come-hither upstroke. His pinky fingertip easing into her anus, he intensified his suckle. Her thighs trembling against his head; to Terri’s harmonic weep, he slurped upon her orgasm.
Terri’s breathing pattern slowly regained; she sat upright.
KT caressed her chin. Sadden by her sullen eyes, he smooched her mouth. "Baby Girl, you could at least pretend my head good."
“It was."
“Then why you look like your best friend just got decapitated?"
Terri shrugged. “I never really made love."
"Baby Girl, cut it out.”
“How many guys wanna make love to a thot, jump-off bitch? I couldn't count how many times my pussy been beat up. Men see a big ass and immediately wanna see if I take back-shots."
KT took her face in his hands. "My bad for taking it there with you."
“Don't apologize. I would've done whatever you and Maxine wanted. But I appreciate the fact you asked me first... Hard, soft, man, woman, I was always fucked. Just once, I wanna know how it feels to be wifey."
KT was taken by her longing to be cherished. He was troubled by her boyfriend's lack of attention to her most basic needs. He removed his wool Polo fleece. He fully reclined both seat backrests, then collapsed his Polo jeans & boxers. He led Terri on top of him.
They shared the driver's seat. Terri, gripping the headrest, straddled his engorged manhood cowgirl style. She was overwhelmed by the sensuality of their unified sway. KT’s thick shaft delved regions of the young beauty reserved for her true love.
His hands coursing along her body, Terri was hurled into an impassioned, existence-conjoining kiss. She succumbs to KT’s longing to be her shining knight. “Mmm... you pretending I'm your fiancée?"
"If I met you first, you probably would be." He quipped.
"Don't talk like that."
Terri, warding off an imminent nirvana, scurried back to the passenger seat. She laid on her stomach. She quivered from his forcefully suckling her butt-cheeks. Complemented by his two deeply embedded fingers massaging her moist vagina walls.
KT fed her his moisture-coated fingers. "How do your cum taste?"
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bsp; "Better than your fiancée’s."
“I thought you were wifey?"
“Her ass not as big and juicy as mine."
Cue taken, KT mounted her backside. Enthralled by her ripe, snug loins again pulsating along his invading manhood, he groaned. "Baby Girl, you feel good as shit. Everything about you, soft."
Terri’s breath was stolen by his kiss. Her pelvis convulsing, her femininity was one with ultimate nirvana. She surrendered to his masculine dominance. "Gawd KT, you feel me trying to push you out."
"I'ne going nowhere."
Her large, dark chocolate butt-cheeks danced along his pelvis, colliding long strokes. Their primal moans & groans escaping, the Pontiac Grand Prix was swayed against their animalistic intercourse.
Terri’s third orgasm drenching their conjoined organs, she relishes KT’s fully embedded manhood filling her feminine depths with semen. Snuggled in the comfort and security of his arms, she cherished being held with tenderness reserved for wifey. “You didn't have to say I would've been your fiancée if you met me first. It’s okay. I know all we doing is fucking."
“Real talk, I don’t think I'll ever just fuck you.” KT kissed the nape of her neck. “I can't help thinking we are supposed to be right here. Right this very moment."
“You feeling guilty because you and Maxine double-teamed a thot, jump-off."
“Look, Baby Girl, I can't stop you from calling yourself a thot, jump-off, or whatever you feel you are... just don't do it around me." KT climbed into the driver's seat. His clothes straightened, he eyed her intensely. “Whenever you ready to get out of your own way, we can sit down and have a real conversation."
“What if I don't want to talk?" Terri challenged him.
“I'll never turn that good stuff away. At the same time, I need you to be happy in your skin. If hubby not making that happen, trade him in. Whether you know it or not, every dude you walk by a give they left nut to make you they wifey. It’s up to you to choose the right one.”
Terri got herself together. She grabbed the door handle. Looking back, she said. "I would say let’s exchange numbers, but I know what you'll say."
KT watching her exit his vehicle waited until Samantha held her & Maxine's door open. Once Terri went inside, he drove into the early morning night.
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