This Could Be Us But You Playin'

by Cachet

  “Don’t stop!” she cried out. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

  Kaleb followed her instructions and continued to pound away at her creamy center. He was glad that she was almost there because he had been holding his nut in for the last few minutes, and couldn’t wait to let it go. He pumped a few more times and when her body started to tremble, he knew that she was there. Dropping her legs, he slid his hands underneath her ass and dug into her deep. Each time his pelvis rubbed against her, Dominique moaned.

  “Ahh, shit! Right there…ahhh, right there,” she whined. “Baby, I’m about to cum.”

  Dominique’s body jerked and jumped, as if she was being electrocuted. Every nerve in her body was alive, as she rode the way to her orgasmic bliss. Kaleb groaned when he felt her pussy muscles start to clamp and release his dick over and over again. He was now at the point of no return. How the fuck is she so tight? He gripped her hips even tighter and closed his eyes. Each time his pelvis slammed into hers, it brought him even closer to releasing his load.

  “Fuuuuuuuck!” Kaleb yelled, still pumping in and out of her. With each stroke, he felt the cum drain from his dick and into the condom he wore. “Goddamn girl, you got some good pussy,” he told her, once he was finished.

  “Why thank you, sir, you working with something special ya damn self.” Dominique laughed. When he rolled off of her and onto his back, she leaned over and kissed him once on the lips.

  “You better stop, I think I got one more in me.”

  “Boy hush.” She giggled.

  Dominique laid down beside him. With a smile on her face, she scooted closer and when Kaleb felt her, he put his arm around her and snuggled up. She hated to say it, but that moment felt so right. Dominique knew that she was wrong for cheating on Deondre, but she couldn’t help herself. It didn’t make it any better that he was basically pushing her way because she didn’t want to get married right at that moment. Pushing her deceit to the back of her mind, Dominique thought about just how different Kaleb was. Sex with him was so much more pleasurable than it was with her fiancé. Deondre was a take charge kind of guy. He always wanted to be on top and in control. They had never had sex any other way other than missionary, even though Dominique asked him to fuck her from behind. Dre shut her down quick by saying that doggy style was for gay niggas, and he wasn’t about to do no gay shit.

  Dominique had also never been on top before when it came to Deondre. Kaleb, on the other hand, loved to have participation. So when he asked her to ride him the night before, she had no clue what she was doing. It wasn’t that she was terrible, it was just that she couldn’t find her rhythm right away. This baffled Kaleb because he couldn’t understand how she could have been in a relationship with her baby daddy for three years and had never rode a dick before. He didn’t mind showing Dominique exactly how to do it. It was as if she was a virgin to him because there had been so many things that her dude had never done with her. This was fine with Kaleb, who planned to teach her everything he knew and mold her to fit him perfectly.

  When Dominique heard a light snoring, she knew that Kaleb was sleeping. Still wrapped up in his arms, she closed her eyes as well. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but she had to figure it out because she knew that she was playing a dangerous game.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Do you know what you’re drinking?” NiChia asked as she looked over the menu.

  “Nope, not yet. I’m trying to wait until Nicy gets here to order,” Dominique replied, looking toward the front of the restaurant. When she heard her sister exhale loudly, she glanced across the table at her. “Don’t start no shit, Peanut.”

  NiChia never pulled her eyes away from the menu. “Do I ever?” she replied.

  Dominique was about to say something in return, but when she looked up, she saw her best friend coming. Shanice strutted towards them with a look on her face like she knew she was the shit. She wore an all-black, low cut romper, which left very little to the imagination. It was so tight, you could see her coochie print, but of course, Shanice knew that. On her arm was a bright pink Michael Kors satchel that matched the thin belt around her waist and the six inch pumps she wore perfectly. Her now pink colored sew-in was parted on the side and styled with loose flowing curls that cascaded down her back. They were meeting at the Olive Garden to have lunch before going to the movies, and she walked in like some stripper looking for a tip.

  NiChia looked up at her and rolled her eyes. “This bitch,” she mumbled slightly above a whisper.

  Dominique cut her eyes at her sister, as to tell her keep her mouth closed, before she stood up to great her friend.

  “Hey boo.” She smiled.

  “Hey chica,” Shanice sang. “What you been up to?”

  “Nothing, just taking it day by day. You look cute,” Dominique told her as they both took their seats. “I love your hair.”

  Shanice ran her fingers through her curls. “Thank you. I just came from the shop. That tramp Trina had me in there all day.”

  “I don’t even know why you complaining because she does that every time you go.” Dominique laughed. Shanice couldn’t comb hair to save her life. She was so bad at it that even at three years old, London was going to a hairdresser to get her hair braided and beaded.

  “I know right,” Shanice agreed. “How you doing, Peanut.”

  “I’m good,” NiChia replied with a fake smile. “You?” Although she didn’t give a damn, she asked just to pacify her sister.

  NiChia couldn’t stand Shanice. Not only did she think that she was a sneaky, jealous, and conniving bitch, she didn’t like the fact that she always walked around with her nose in the air. For as long as NiChia could remember, Shanice always though that she was better than everyone else. Although they all grew up in the same neighborhood, she believed that since she came from a two parent household, she was more superior to the other kids. It didn’t matter that NiChia and Dominique had two parents in there house as well, or at least for a while they did. The fact that her parents spoiled her and gave her everything she wanted only made her worse. Back then, anytime Dominique got something new, Shanice had to have something new as well. Whether it was a baby doll or a pair of shoes, Shanice wanted it. It was like she was in competition with a girl that she claimed as her best friend. Dominique didn’t seem to notice that she was extremely jealous of her, but NiChia saw it from day one.

  Shanice ran her hand across the back of her neck and tossed her hair over her shoulder, before she said, “I’ve been doing alright.”

  For the next two hours, the ladies made small talk while they drank and ate. If you were on the outside looking in, you would have thought that they were all best friends by the way they laughed and joked. That couldn’t have been further than the truth. In reality, the only person who was having a good time was Dominique, who was glad to see her sister and best friend getting along. She had no clue that both women secretly stared at the other with hate in her eyes whenever she wasn’t paying attention. When it was time to pay the bill, Dominique took care of it. Since it was her who planned the girls’ day, she figured that she might as well pay for it.

  Full and satisfied, the trio left the restaurant. Dominique and NiChia climbed into her car, while Shanice opted to drive alone. She did this for two reasons. One, she refused to sit in the backseat. She knew that since NiChia had rode there with Dominique, that she was more than likely going to be calling shotgun. Two, she loved her new Benz. She had only had it for a little more than a week, and she was looking forward to rubbing it in Dominique’s face. She knew that they were wondering if she was driving her parent’s car, and she couldn’t wait to pull alongside Dominique’s Acura and let her know that the car was in fact hers. Her father had purchased it for her as an early present for her birthday, which was the following month.

  Thirty minutes later, both cars were pulling up at the movie theater on Mt. Zion road. Shanice climbed out like she was a movie star and stood in front of her vehicle. She w
atched as Dominique and NiChia talked for a minute before their doors opened. Shanice couldn’t do nothing but shake her head because she knew that the two jealous bitches were more than likely talking about her. She didn’t mind though because she was used to being the topic of conversation.

  “This is nice, bitch,” Dominique said when she climbed out of the car.

  “Thank you. Daddy got it for me about a week ago for my birthday,” Shanice told her, slapping her hand against the hood. She wanted to make sure that she knew that it was hers. When she saw NiChia giving her a mean mug, she decided to fuck with her a little bit. “Have you gotten you a car yet, Peanut?”

  NiChia’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah bitch, you been knew I had a car. Don’t be trying to be funny,” she snapped.

  “Excuse the fuck outta me! I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was just asking if you had a fucking car. You can keep the attitude,” Shanice retorted, rolling her neck.

  “And you can shut the fuck up!” NiChia took a step towards Shanice, but before she got close enough, Dominique grabbed her arm.

  “Alright y’all, the movie is about to start,” Dominique interjected, while pulling NiChia in the opposite direction.

  Shanice hit her locks and followed the two sisters toward the theater. While she walked behind them, she laughed to herself at how easy it was to get NiChia upset. She was so predictable. Any little thing someone said to her could get her riled up. It was like fighting and talking shit was all she knew how to do. Ghetto ass bitch, she thought as she watched Dominique pulled NiChia towards her and whisper something in her ear. NiChia snatched her arm away and started to speed walk ahead of her sister. Shanice could tell she was mad, but really didn’t give a fuck. If she already had an attitude, NiChia was going to be pissed by the time that she was through with her. Shanice was going to show Dominique just how bad of an idea it was to have them both together when she knew that they couldn’t stand one another. It was all a part of the plan to put a wedge between the two sisters, who were way too close in Shanice’s opinion.

  At the ticket stand, Dominique paid for three tickets to see The Purge. She had seen the preview on television not long ago and was looking forward to seeing it. Since Deondre didn’t like movies like that and she didn’t want to see it alone, she figured that she’d see it with her girls. After stopping at the concession stand and spending damn near a hundred dollars, they grabbed their snacks and were all ready to watch the movie. The theater was slowly filling up, so they took the seats in the middle row and prepared to watch the movie.

  “This shit is about to be fucking crazy,” NiChia said, while placing a piece of popcorn in her mouth. She had put the slick shit that Shanice had said in the back of her mind and was ready to enjoy the movie.

  “Hell yeah!” Dominique agreed as the lights lowered.

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  “I can’t even imagine what would happen if they legalized crime for twelve hours for real,” Dominique said as they exited the theater. “People would be doing all kinds of shit. Niggas would be robbing, looting, and killing the entire time. It would be a fucking holiday.”

  “You ain’t lying. You know it would be a bunch of ghetto ass black people throwing trash cans through store windows trying to get all the free shit they could,” Shanice added.

  “You do know that white people loot too,” NiChia told her.

  “That may be true,” Shanice tossed her hair over her shoulder, before she continued, “but they don’t do it half as much as these project ass people who ain’t never had shit.”

  NiChia looked at her like she had lost her damn mind. “Do you have something against black people because last time I checked, yo’ ass was just as black and just as ghetto.”

  “Come on y’all,” Dominique interrupted. She already knew where this conversation was headed, and she didn’t want to see it escalate. It was no secret that NiChia was still feeling some kind of way about the car comment from earlier, and she knew that it didn’t take much more to set her off.

  “Nah, Nikki,” Shanice put her hand up, “let me tell this girl something.” She hit the alarm to her car and unlocked her doors, before she opened the driver’s side and placed her purse in the seat. “I may be black, but I damn sure ain’t ghetto. You can say what you want, but you know not even you believe that.”

  “Bitch please,” NiChia scoffed, “you ain’t fooling nobody. You just as ghetto as the rest of us. You can walk around here like yo’ shit don’t stink, but I know better. You’se a fucking fraud.” She was tired of playing games with Shanice and was finally about to tell her exactly how she felt. It didn’t matter what Dominique said. She could be mad at her for all she cared. She’d get over it sooner or later.

  “A fraud huh? How you figure?” Shanice stepped from around her car door. “Hoe, ain’t nothing about me fraud.” She laughed. “I’m quite possibly one of the realest bitches you’ve ever met.”

  “Let’s go, Peanut.” Dominique attempted to grab her sister, but she snatched away.

  “Bitch please! Who the fuck done pumped yo’ head up?” NiChia countered, taking a step closer in her direction. “Don’t let these nigga’s gas you up boo-boo because you faker than that hair on top of those nappy ass roots.” She gestured towards Shanice’s head. NiChia was only a few words away from knocking the shit out of out.

  “That’s funny. Let’s be real for a minute, hoe. Not only do you wish you could afford this hair, but you wish you could be me,” Shanice snarled. “I see how you always looking salty when I come around. You’ve been jealous of me since we were younger, with yo’ broke ass. The only reason you’re even here is because Dominique invited you and paid for everything. She’s always taking care of you. Don’t you get tired of mooching off your sister?” she asked, getting loud. “You twenty-one years old and ain’t got shit. You live with your grandmother because nobody wants yo’ ass-”

  Before she was able to finish her insult, NiChia hauled off and hit her dead in the face. Shanice’s head jolted backwards, and her body flew into her car door, forcing it closed. Not giving her a chance to recover, NiChia rushed over to her and proceeded to hit her with left to rights. She was tagging her opponent with every shot, while Shanice swung wildly, trying to get her off of her. When one of Shanice’s hands came down and scratched NiChia on the side of the face, she grabbed a hand full of her hair and slung her over toward Dominique’s car. There, she proceeded to hit her over and over again with her free hand. Dominique screamed and grabbed her sister by the back of her shirt, trying to pry her off of her best friend. By now, there was small crowd of people who were still leaving out of the theater, walking their way. The loud argument got their attention, but the brawl brought then closer. Little by little, they started to surround the fight, some even pulling out their cellphones and recording every move. Dominique tugged at NiChia’s shirt with much more force when she heard someone yell out, ‘Worldstar’, because she refused to let her sister and best friend become one of those videos that she hated to see.

  “Peanut, that’s enough!” she yelled, still pulling on her shirt. It was no use because NiChia was in her zone.

  “Get the fuck off my hair bitch!” Shanice screamed. “That’s all you can do is pull my hair!”

  As soon as she said that, NiChia let go of her hair, stepped back, and posted up. With her fist balled tightly, she bounced from side to side like a pro boxer, waiting for Shanice to make her move. NiChia knew that her sister’s best friend was no match for her, even though she was almost a half a foot taller than her, so she wasn’t worried. Shanice talked a bunch of shit, but couldn’t back it up and now was NiChia’s chance to show her that she didn’t know who she was fucking with. The only reason that she had let go of Shanice’s hair was because she wanted to give her a fair one. NiChia knew that she had hit Shanice with a cheap shot and didn’t want to give her a chance to use that fact as a reason she had gotten her ass beat.

  Shanice raised her fist up in front of her face. Ni
Chia looked at her weak attempt to square up and laughed. Maybe if she wasn’t too busy trying to be cute, she would have learned how to fight like her and Dominique had. Unfortunately for Shanice, NiChia was a natural born scrapper. She had hands like a boy, and had even given a few of them a few beat downs. She had gotten her fighting skills from a mix of her mother and Jessie. Back in the day, Nicole was a mess. NiChia had heard stories about her mother fighting almost everyone in the neighborhood. She used to beat up everybody who thought that just because she was a mere five feet, she was too little to take up for herself. These fights went on until the summer that Nicole turned seventeen. That was when she found out that she was pregnant with NiChia. After that, she slowed down and settled into being a mommy.

  “Come on bitch!” Shanice yelled, putting up a front. She was scared shitless of NiChia actually running up on her again, but with so many people out there, she wasn’t going to let her know it. “Wanna sneak me and shit.”

  NiChia smiled because she knew that Shanice had no clue what her hands were capable of. She stepped towards her and hit her with a quick jab in the face. She followed up with a series of lefts and right, all of which connected. Shanice threw a few weak shots, but none of them had any effect on her rival, who was brushing them off as if they were nothing. The two women continued to take swings at one another while the crowd watched anxiously. When Shanice tried to throw a haymaker, NiChia dodged it and came back with a right hook that put Shanice on her ass.