by Natavia
“What the fuck?” I yell at her, dropping her then she attacks Fashion again.
“Yo, she looks like Chucky! Yo, this shit giving me the creeps,” I say to Rico as Raja starts climbing on Fashion and Fashion is reaching behind trying to get Raja off.
“Stop that shit Raja!” Rico shouts.
Lace comes in dropping her soda and chips, breaking them up. Fashion pops Lace in the mouth then Lace cocks back knocking Fashion onto the bed on top of Rico. Fashion titties are in Rico’s face.
“Get off my man bitch,” Raja says climbing on top of Rico. He howls in pain and they hurriedly get off of him. I still can’t believe Raja bit me.
“Both of y’all get the fuck out!” he yells making them jump. Blood started seeping through his bandages. Rico pages the nurse then they run in.
“What happened?” the nurse asks looking around. They are not doing their job. All the noises that just came from this room and they didn’t even check up on him.
“Nothing! Get her out my damn room! I do not want her coming back in here,” Rico says pointing his finger at Fashion. Her face is turning red and her eye is swelling up. Lace hit her ass like a nigga.
Fashion walks out. That girl is just as simple as they come.
“Tarae is going to take me to the house so I can get you a change of clothes,” Lace says.
I look at Lace like she like she is crazy.
“I’m not getting shit for her! Her little ass bit the fuck out of me!” I tell her and Rico grills me.
“Okay nigga, damn! You lucky you fucked up right now or else I wouldn’t be doing shit for Leprechaun in the hood ass! Teeth and nails sharp like shit!” I say shaking my head leaving out the room. Raja and Rico laughing like it’s funny. I was hoping Fashion’s dumb-ass socked her one good time.
I get in the elevator and Lace gets on behind me. She has on a long, flowing skirt with a drapery like shoulder shirt hanging off her shoulders with a pair of beaded sandals. Her hair is up in a bun. Lace is like one of those neo-soul people.
“One day I want you sing to some Erykah Badu to me!” I tell her; she smiles.
“I’ll think about it! That depends if you are a good boy!” she says. I let her walk off first then smacked her ass watching it jiggle.
On our way to Rico’s crib I stopped at the park. It’s late so it’s empty.
“What are we doing here?” Lace asks nervously.
“Get out shorty!” I tell her and she gets this smirk on her face getting out.
Lace
For the last couple of days I’ve been under Tarae. He would pick me up from work and I would chill with him. We only had sex that one time the night we got drunk. Tarae is an asshole but he is a sexy one. I love the bond he and Rico share. They are almost like brothers. Raja and I had that bond but it was long distance. We shared a lot of things but she doesn’t know anything about my old lifestyle.
Tarae sits down on the sliding board and I look at him like he is crazy. “Do you know how many kids that was probably sick slid down this thing?” I asked with my nose scrunched up.
“Hike that skirt up Lace! I’m not trying to hear that bullshit,” he says eyeing me lustfully.
“Are you serious?” I ask getting aroused. I have never fucked outside before. I’m old fashioned when it comes to sex. I believe in having sex behind closed doors. I walk closer to him and he grabs my ass, pulling me closer in front of his face. His face is eye level to my vagina. He slides both hands up my skirt, hiking it up pulling my panties down.
“Damn, you smell good!” he says to me. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder burying his face into me. I grab his dreads as he licks my moist center.
He uses his finger, separating my folds then he kisses my clit. His head is buried under my skirt and all I can hear is smacking noises and slurping noises as he eats my pussy like it’s a vanilla custard snow-ball.
“Oh shit, Tarae!” I say to him as he slides his middle finger inside of me.
“You tight as fuck shorty!” he says as he slowly finger fucks me, flicking his tongue in a snake like motion across my clit so fast I scream. I probably sounded like a fox. Then he pops it in his mouth applying pressure to it, making my legs shake. He dips the tip of his tongue in my hole tasting my cum, and a moan slips from his mouth. I don’t know why a dog lapping up water is popping into my head. That’s exactly how its sounds as Tarae licks between my folds. The sounds of my wetness even turned me on. I grip his dreads harder, slowly moving my hips in rhythm to his head movements and I almost cried as a big wave flushes over me and my pussy gushes. My nipples are pressed hard against my bra trying to pierce through the fabric. I wanted him and I don’t care how little we know about each other. Lust is a powerful feeling and sometimes it outweighs love.
I let my leg down then he wipes his face off. He stands up pulling me into him, kissing me with his hard-on pressed into my center.
“I need this shit again shorty,” he says to me. He goes into his pocket pulling out a lamb-skin condom, unbuckling his pants and they falls to his knees. He pulls me towards the monkey bars.
“Hold on to them,” he demands. I do what I’m told. Tarae crouches down grabbing me by the legs then he picks me up. He wraps my legs around his waist. He slides me down on his dick and a hoarse moan escapes from our mouths.
He pops my titty out of my shirt then stuffs it into his mouth as he rotated me on his dick. I see why Tessa’s old ass acting a fool. Tarae’s dick is a miracle! I wrap my legs around him tighter, squeezing him like we are playing a game of chicken fight.
I suck his neck and he grinds into me harder.
“My arms are hurting!” I moan into his ear.
“Suck that shit up! Stop whining! I’m not done yet,” he grunts.
“Asshole!” I say, then he pushes it so far into me stretching me open wider that I almost let go of the bars. He digs his hands into my ass and thrusts into me, rotating his hips hitting my g-spot. He sucks my nipples harder.
“Your nipples taste good as hell! I don’t know what you put on your skin but I’m addicted to the shit!” he says slamming into me harder. Tarae is stuffing his big dick in me like there is no tomorrow. I release so strong it trickles down my legs. His tool throbs then he grunts fucking me even harder as he cums.
He kisses my lips and the light breeze of spring kisses my skin.
He puts me down then I giggle, snorting and he looks at me laughing.
We walks back to the car and I grab my wipes, wiping myself off. I stuff my panties inside of my purse and he wipes himself off with my wipes.
“Nut still oozing out of my dick! I wasn’t finish with your whining ass!” he says to me.
“Shut the hell up and get me to the house. We can finish after we take Raja some clothes,” I tell him.
My phone rings and its Jerrick. I’ll be happy once Corey takes care of that. I ignore his calls.
“You got a man?” Tarae asked me.
“What difference does it makes when you screw married women?” I reply.
“Long as your nigga doesn’t mind letting me hit that occasionally then I’m good. But if he a stingy nigga I might have to rob him for his girl,” he says and I laugh.
“Only you!” I tell him.
Rico
Two months later…
When I got stabbed and shot a few months back, I got out the hospital a week later. I bounced back like the shit never happened. They say the nigga Dimo been laying on the low but I’m going to catch his ass. I had a feeling I was going to end up beefing with the nigga. It was always something I didn’t like about him.
Fashion hasn’t been calling me or bugging me and I find that shit to be odd. When people are quiet like that they are up to something. Raja has been busy lately with Tee-Tee helping her plan her wedding. She and Corey are finally about to tie the knot! Lace and Tarae still kicking it, but the nigga still fucking Tessa. I don’t know what the funny-shaped build broad got on him, but he will not leave her alone. I h
ope Lace doesn’t find out about the shit. I walk on campus going to my class and Lannie walks up to me. This bitch has been MIA too. After the shit that happened at the shop, she quit.
“Rico, I need to talk to you,” she says to me.
“About what? Y’all bitches been quiet lately and I would like to keep it that way! I just knew one of y’all was going to pop up. What the fuck you want?” I ask her.
“Fashion is pregnant!” she says to me. I just knew some shit was going to happen! It’s been too peaceful! I knew it was a quiet storm brewing somewhere.
“Why that broad couldn’t tell me herself?” I ask her.
“She doesn’t want you to know,” she says.
“How you know its mine?” I asked.
“Come on dumb ass! Fashion might be messy or what not but you are the only nigga she fucked. She is so in love with you she refuses to fuck another guy,” she says and I believed her. Now I got to go home and explain this shit to Raja! Damn, I should’ve used a condom!
Lannie starts crying drawing attention to us from the people who are walking pass.
“She killed Rico Jr. She suffocated him with a pillow because she claims that you didn’t want him because Raja had the baby and that’s where your heart is at,” she says.
“WHAT?” I ask shouting at her, scaring her.
“I’m soooo sorry Rico! I wanted to tell you but she begged me not to tell anyone! I love my cousin! She was suffering from post-partum so bad and you weren’t there for her,” she says.
“You are a dumb ass bitch, you cum-filled hoe! It doesn’t matter if I had another son! She shouldn’t had fucking killed him! I couldn’t be at two places at one time! She suffocated my fucking baby?” I ask jacking her up, shaking her. Tears filled my eyes. Rico wasn’t here long but he was still a part of me.
She starts crying harder, I push her on the ground.
“I’m telling you so you can save this one,” she screams at me.
“I’m going to strangle that bitch!” I say walking away.
“Wait!” Lannie calls out.
“What do you want? I swear make it quick! I’m ready to bust you in your shit!” I tell her.
She hands me a notebook.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked her.
“I stole it from Fashion’s apartment! It’s her journal,” she says walking off. Instead of heading to class I headed home. I wouldn’t have been able to function. I’m going to have to get my notes from somebody in class later on.
I walk in the house sitting down on the couch, flipping through her pages. She talks about how much she loves me. How much she hates my son and she wishes he and Raja dies. This bitch is crazy.
I flip through more pages and it’s still the same about how much she loves me and wants to be with me. I read on and I get to the part where she talks about killing our son.
Dear Journal,
I left the pillow over Rico’s face as he cried. I can’t stand to look at him because he looks so much like his father! He is over there with his other son like he doesn’t love ours. I haven’t fed baby Rico in three days. Does Rico know? No, he doesn’t because he hasn’t checked up on him. I only had the baby to get Rico to love me and it didn’t work! He still loves that short, black bitch, probably even more now. I can do what she does for him and he still loves her more. I did all of this thinking it was going to change things and now I’m stuck with a bastard ass baby! After Rico Jr. stopped crying I went to check up on him and he wasn’t breathing. I was relieved. Maybe because he is gone Rico would come back. Rico Jr. ruined my life. He turned Rico against me!”
Tears fall from my eyes. Raja walks into the house. She must be on lunch break.
“Hey, boo! Why are you not in school?” she ask me. But I couldn’t respond.
“Rico, what’s that matter? You’re scaring me!” she says sitting next to me, pulling me into her chest.
Raja
Rico sobs heavily into my chest, holding me tight and now tears are in my eyes because I don’t know what’s going on with him.
“She killed my son! She killed my fucking son!” he says into my chest.
“Who baby? What are you talking about?” I ask. He hands me a notebook then tells me to read it. I read it and it was disturbing. I was mad when I found out she had a baby by him that I didn’t know about, but I will never wish death on an innocent life.
“She’s pregnant again! She got pregnant from that one time I fucked her months back,” he says.
“We will get through this! We just have to prove what she did so you can take the baby from her! We are going to deal with this together,” I tell him.
“Yo, you not going to stab me in my sleep are you? I hope you not telling me this now then beef about this later. I’m going to be there for my seed regardless,” he tells me.
“No, I’m serious. I’m not happy about it, but it’s something I have to deal with because I want to be with you! Yes, you fucked her after we were broken up and although we weren’t broken up long, it still wasn’t cheating. Plus, a man not taking care of his child is a turn off! I don’t care how they were conceived. That shit will have me looking at you all funny,” I tell him. I hate dead beat ass niggas! Just like my bitch ass daddy!
“Babe, you need a shape-up! Go get in the chair and let me get you looking all smooth! So, these bitches can be mad my baby daddy fly and theirs is not!” I say lighting the mood. I need to laugh to keep from crying because I want to kill that bitch myself.
I tapers his sides, leaving his thick, pretty, curly hair on top, giving him the Rich Homie hair-cut. I put crazy designs in the back of his head. Once I was done I rubbed alcohol around the sides and back of his head. I gave him a mirror then he smiles, but I can tell that it’s forced. This bitch is fucking up my man’s life!
“I’m looking smooth aren’t I?” he asks me nodding his head.
“Yup, now tell me where the bitch live so I can beat her ass!” I tell him.
“She is pregnant Raja!” he says to me.
“Her face not! Neither is her damn neck! That bitch killed a fucking baby then had the nerve to write about it! Crazy ass bitch! I should’ve known something was wrong with her ass with that ugly ass face! Simple bitch!” I say getting mad. I don’t play when it comes to babies!
Rico pulls out his phone and shows me a picture of his son. He was a beautiful baby with big curls framing his face. Rico definitely marks his kids. Thank you Lord cause Fashion is one ugly- pale female!
“He looks just like Zy!” I say staring at his picture. They could’ve been twins.
“That crazy bitch!” I say with tears in my eyes.
“I want to kill her! I swear I do! I know I’m going to end up doing it! Why she couldn’t just leave him at my aunt house or something? The bitch put a pillow over his face! I can’t deal with this shit Raja! I can’t!” he says throwing his phone at the wall, pacing back and forth.
I just stood there and watch Rico go off breaking up shit, and I’m so scared I can barely move. Greg did the same shit before he killed my sister. Now I’m having flash backs. I close my eyes and cover my ears. When will it stop?
Tarae
I don’t know what’s up with Rico. I haven’t heard from the nigga in a week. His phone is off and when you call Raja’s phone, she rushes you off.
I leave my apartment that I moved into a month ago. When my pops hit the lottery he put a lot of money in an account for me. I still be taking niggas shit at dice games though. When a dice game is going on, niggas run when they see me but the ones who don’t already know what time it is. I need to stop that shit though before it catches up to me.
I pull up in front of Lace’s building. She moved into her own crib too. I don’t know what we doing but she and I have been hanging heavy lately. I still smash Tessa here and there because she is always available when I want it now. Her husband left her ass high and dry. I should’ve done the same thing but like always, I be thinking with my dick.
&n
bsp; Lace walks out in a pair of white linen pants, a jean shirt and tan strappy sandals with a heel on it. Her dreads are styled up into a mohawk bun. She no longer wears those glasses anymore. She has contact lens. Her hips sway as she gets into my new Dodge challenger. She smells like coconuts and vanilla. She uses these herbs on her skin because she is allergic to everything.
She kisses my face. “Hey, gangsta!” she says joking with me.
“What’s good?” I ask her as she puts on her seatbelt.
“Nothing, can’t wait to get to this concert!” she says all excited. Lace likes old school music so we are going to the nigga Charlie Wilson’s concert at the Verizon Center.
“Shorty, I can’t believe you got me going to this shit!” I say shaking my head.