by Mz. Lady P
“Right now Kingston just wants to be friends, of course we will still fuck and all that other good shit, he’s just not ready to be in a relationship. I’m all in my feelings about that. Please don’t judge me, Rika. I really need your advice right now. My feelings are all over the place with this. My ass don’t know if I’m coming or going.”
“That’s the problem, you want to be in a relationship with him when you shouldn’t want to be. Get out of your feelings and play this shit for what it’s worth. Your ass need to be out here turning up and having fun. Stop trying to tie yourself down so soon, plus if a nigga don’t want that and you’re trying to force it the shit will never work anyway.
“Bitch, please get your life. Let that nigga do him and bitch you better do you. I know you have strong feelings for his ass, but put that shit in your back pocket and sit on it. That’s the best thing you can do to keep from hurting yourself.” Rika flamed up a blunt and we both sat and smoked in silence. I laid my head back on the couch in deep thought. She was exactly right, I needed to live life and not worry about this shit with Kingston, if it was meant to be, then so be it. If not, I can honestly say I enjoyed being in his world and sitting on his throne.
After smoking and drinking for a little while longer with Rika she headed home. I decided to stay at the house and try to get used to living there. After taking a long hot shower I climbed into the massive bed and decided to read A Good Girl and a Goon by Denetra Shuntelle. I had been slacking on my reading and I was trying to play catch up. That nigga Goon is something else in this book. I read as much as I could until I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.
*****
The next morning I was surprised to find Kingston in bed next to me. I must have really been tired because I didn’t even feel him get into bed with me. As loud as he was snoring it was a wonder I didn’t wake up. I laughed at how loudly he snored; it was actually funny to me. I stared at him for a minute as he slept. This nigga even looked good while he was sleeping. The urge to relieve my bladder made me jump from bed and head to the bathroom.
“Where you going?” Kingston wrapped his arm around me pulling me back into bed.
“I’ll be back I need to pee.” I removed his hand and continued to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth before heading back into the bedroom. When I climbed back in bed; Kingston was now sitting up going through his phone. His messenger notification kept beeping and it was annoying as fuck. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to my mom letting her know that I would be over to see her later. Of course, she had some choice words in her reply, because I didn’t call and let her know where I was.
“What do you have planned for today, Ms. Siyah?”
“Nothing, I was going to go sit with my momma for a little bit.” I continued to scroll through my phone as if I was really looking at something.
“Let’s spend the day together. I was thinking some shopping and afterwards lunch.” Kingston moved strands of hair from my face and just stared at me. It made me blush because this was the first time I had seen him actually stare at me in a loving way. All we’ve ever shared were lustful stares.
“Of course I would love to spend the day with you, but first I’d like to spend the morning with you.” I climbed on top of him and placed a soft kiss on his lips followed by a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. Once I made it to his dick it was so hard it had came out of the slit of his boxers. I made eye contact with him as I kissed the head of it. I placed the tip of it in my mouth and sucked on the tip of it causing him to jump back. I got a tighter grip on it and began to work my magic on it. Sucking, licking, and slurping all over it. I was making it real nasty for him.
“Fuckkkk! What you trying to do to a nigga, Siyah?” He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to roughly guide my head up and down his shaft. He pulled it out and began to slap me across the face with it. That only made me want it in my mouth even more. It was like I was craving the taste of him. King was toying with me, so I went a step further and licked the spot that separated his testicles from his dick.
That sent him into overdrive as he placed the pillow over his face trying to muffle the passionate moans that were escaping his body. I placed his dick back inside of my mouth and it instantly began to swell up. I could feel the thick veins pulsating inside my mouth as he continued to moan out in pleasure. The feeling of his body jerking and shooting his seeds down my throat made me suck until I drained him dry.
“Ahhhhhh!” He yelled out and hit the bed with his fist as I continued to suck the soul out of him. I swallowed each and every drop and he was still hard as a rock.
“Lay back and spread your motherfucking legs as far as they can go. All I want to see is my pink ass pussy.” I rolled over on my back and spread my legs just like he wanted me to. I was already soaking wet so he slid in with ease. I thought he was about to go crazy in my shit as usual, but he surprised me and was slow stroking my ass, sending me to heights of pleasure, I never thought possible. He was so deep inside of me I could feel him hitting the bottom of my pussy. He leaned down and I grabbed the sides of his face so that we could engage in a kiss.
He was feeling so good to me that I couldn’t do anything but wrap my arms around his neck. I held onto him for dear life as he made passionate love to me until I came all over his dick. Once he came for the second time we both laid in bed basking in the glory of our love making session. I laid my head on his chest and traced the numerous tattoos that adorned his chest with my index finger.
Kingston’s phone began to ring and he gently moved me aside so that he could sit up and grab it from the nightstand. He stood up and answered it as he walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly shaped ass. His shit was so firm it looked like you could bounce a quarter off of his shit. I could hear him talking on a phone, and I knew it was another woman. I started feeling all disrespected and shit and then I remembered I’m not supposed to care. Instead I got up out of bed and headed toward the other bathroom and took a quick shower. I needed to leave the room before I showed my emotions to him, that was the last thing I wanted to do.
About thirty minutes later I came back into the bedroom and Kingston was sitting in the bed dressed with his jacket on.
“I’m gon’ need to take a rain check on our day of shopping, but here’s some money. Take Nita with you and buy her some stuff. Hurry up and get dressed so we can at least eat breakfast. You done put that pussy on a nigga and now I’m hungry as fuck.” A part of me was disappointed because I really wanted us to spend the day together, but what could I say. I walked into the closet and found a pair of ripped up jeans and a matching belly shirt to match.
“You’ve already done more than enough. I don’t want anymore of your money. Thanks, but no thanks.
“Don’t tell me what to do with my money. Hurry up, I’ll be in the car waiting for you.” He smacked me on my ass and walked out of the bedroom. I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head. This nigga really was too much for me.
*****
“Tell me something about you, Ms. Siyah.” Kingston and I were sitting in White Palace Grill having a late breakfast and just having good conversation.
“What do you want to know about me, Mr. Kingston?”
“I want to know everything there is to know about you. What are your dreams, your fears, your favorite color, and food? You know all that good shit that makes A’Siyah.” I sat in awe that he even wanted to know these things about me. It felt good to know that he was at least interested in me as a person and not as the married woman who lusted after him.
“My biggest dream is to become an Urban Fiction author, my worse fear is not being able to leave a legacy behind when I leave this world. My favorite color is pink. Last but not least my favorite food is pasta.” As I spoke he was staring at me and it made me slightly uncomfortable. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I can’t help but to stare at you. You’re so beautiful, Siy
ah. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
“Thank you, Kingston. It’s been a minute since someone has complimented me on my beauty.” As I sat across from Kingston I was seeing him in a different light. That only piqued my interest in knowing the other side him. Just hearing him speak I knew he had a softer side to him. I could tell that there was so much more to him than his thugged out exterior.
“No problem, ma. Give me a kiss.” I leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. All I could taste was the syrup from the pancakes he had eaten.
“Now that you know a little something about me, it’s your turn. Tell me, who is Kingston? I want to know what makes you the King you are.”
“I’m a King because I was born to be a leader. I don’t have any dreams because it’s in the universe that I get whatever I desire. God chose to give me two good for nothing ass parents, because he knew I was destined for greatness. I don’t have a relationship with either of my parents and that’s fine by me. I’ve been in this shit by myself since a young nigga. I fear no man, but God. My favorite color is black. My favorite food is pussy, especially the taste of yours.” Kingston licked his lips seductively and had me getting wet as ever. This nigga is a beast, and knows exactly what to say to have a bitch soaking wet and lusting over his ass.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked as I fell out laughing. Kingston had a bitch blushing talking about he love how my pussy tastes. Sitting across from Kingston at that very moment had me feeling like just maybe things would work out for the better for the both of us. I could look at him and tell that he has some inner demons that he had yet to address. I just want to be in his world and support him in everything he does. He’s always looking out for everybody, but himself. He needs someone to be there for him for a change. When it’s all said and done, I just want to be his favorite.
*****
As soon as we were done with breakfast we parted ways. The whole ride over to see my mother all I could think about was him. Kingston had a powerful effect on me. It was crazy how things went from me just lusting over him to me hoping and wishing that something special would come from what we’re doing, whatever the hell that may be.
It was such a beautiful fall day. All the leaves had changed colors and littered the ground. When I walked inside of my mother’s house, I was in shock to see my father, Mo, sitting on the couch. My mother was sitting across from him smoking a cigarette and of course sipping on her beer. The look on her face was priceless as she sat staring at my dad. I guess she was just as surprised to see him as I was. He had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison for armed robbery. He had only did ten, so I was wondering how in the hell did he get out.
“You just gon’ stand there and look at your Daddy. Come over here and give me hug.” My dad stretched his arms out wide and I walked into his embrace. My dad and I hadn’t really had the best relationship and that’s because him and my mom hated each other. Of course Nita was so extra with him every time he would try to spend time with me so he had given up all together. I couldn’t blame him though, my momma could really cut up.
Now that I’m older I know it was because she still loved him. My father had hurt her bad back in the day by having babies with different women in the neighborhood. Last time I heard, I had five other brothers and sisters in the world somewhere, however, I considered myself to be an only child because I had never met any of them, plus, Nita would slap the shit out me if I ever claimed any of my father’s other kids. I hated to admit it, but my mother whom I love dearly, was a scorned ass woman.
“Hey, Daddy! What are you doing out of prison? I thought you had five more years.”
“I did, baby girl, but I got out on good behavior. I’m staying over at the halfway house until I can get on my feet. I have to be there in a few hours, but I just had to come and see my two favorite girls.” I smirked as I saw my father wink his eye at my mother.
“Don’t be winking at me with your slick cock-eyed ass. Don’t even think for a minute you about to get any of this good ass pussy. You missed your beat, nigga. Get on, gon’ with all that bullshit, Mo-Dogg.”
“Nita, calm down ain’t nobody trying to get none of your old ass pussy. It probably ain’t even tight like it used to be.”
“Nigga, please. You got me fucked up. My pussy still grip dick like a glove. Act like you forgot and I’ll make your ass remember.” My mother flipped him the bird and walked to the back of the house. I looked up at my dad and he was watching my mother’s butt as she walked off. I couldn’t do shit but laugh at my parents. They were talking as if I wasn’t in the room. It was also obvious that there was something still there, but Nita would kill me if I even spoke on it.
“Ya’ll are crazy.”
“That’s your nutty ass momma. After all these years she still don’t care what she say out of her mouth. I love her, though, and she knows that. I love you too, baby. All while I was locked up all I could think about was building a better relationship with you. You’re grown now so Nita can’t block me from being in your life. All I’m asking for is a chance to redeem myself as a father. I know that I can’t get back all the lost time, but I’m willing to do whatever I can to make it up to you. Can I please have a second chance at being a better father to you?” Tears welled up in my eyes just listening to my father. He sounded so sincere as he spoke, and in my heart I knew that he meant everything he said.
“Of course, Daddy. I’ve missed you and I want nothing more than to build a relationship with you.” I kissed my dad on the cheek and we both sat down on the couch. For the next hour we sat and caught up on everything. I told him all about Luca and that we were getting a divorce. Of course I left out the part where I cheated on my husband and him putting his hands on me. There were just some things I felt didn’t need to be addressed.
I was so mad that my mother wouldn’t at least come out of her room and join us. She was the queen of petty. I bet if my dad went back there she would have probably been spread eagle for him. My dad was looking real good. He had that fresh clean straight out of prison look going on, not to mention the gray hairs in his head and beard looked really nice. Nita wasn’t fooling me she wanted some of my daddy, and I couldn’t wait to tease her about it.
My dad and I talked for about another hour before he had to leave. He needed to be back in the halfway house at a certain time. I made sure to give him some money because I didn’t want him to be back in prison for taking somebody’s shit. Growing up I heard stories about my dad. He was a straight goon in the streets. If you had something and he wanted it, he was taking that shit. At this point in my life I wanted both of my parents in my life. Family is everything. Listening to Kingston tell me what little he did know about his parents made me appreciate mine just a little bit more, even though they’re both crazy as hell.
*****
“Siyahhhh! “Siyahh!” The sound of my mother screaming my name at the top of her lungs caused me to run in the living room where she was looking out of the window. I walked over to the window and all of the project buildings were swarmed with police cars. It looked as if there was a big ass raid going on. My heart fell to my feet as I watched the police bring Kingston and Legs out in handcuffs, followed by Rika being led out in handcuffs as well.
“Oh my God!” I tried to run out of the house, but my mother held me back.
“Sit your ass down. There is nothing you can do right now. Let’s wait it out to see if he’s going to call. Knowing Kingston, he got bond money on deck to bond out. Legs makes sure to keep some bond money here with me, so I know for a fact he’ll be calling. Just chill with me for the night.” I was sick to my stomach as I watched them put him in the squad car. I felt so helpless just standing there looking out of the window as he was hauled off to jail.
The next morning I still hadn’t heard from Kingston, but Legs had called my mother to come and bond him and Rika out. I was hoping that maybe Kingston had bonded himself out like my mother had said. I would just die if I knew h
e had to stay locked up. I was growing impatient as we sat outside of the jail waiting for Legs and Rika to come out. I forgot how long the process takes to be bonded out.
“What the hell is taking them so long? I’m about to go in here and see what the hell is taking them so long.” My mother said as she got out of the car slamming the door hard as hell. I grabbed my phone and began to check the call log and messages just to see if Kingston had called. I knew he hadn’t, I was just hoping he did and I maybe had missed it.
I briefly looked up from my phone and I had to do a double take. Kingston was jogging down the steps with what looked like his property in his hands. My heart sunk as I watched a woman walk up to him, and they embraced which was followed by a quick peck on the lips. I couldn’t really get a good look at her face, because there was a lot of distance between us, but their interaction was easy to see. I felt so stupid worrying about him. It was obvious I was the last person he was thinking about. I was mad as fuck to the point where I wanted to hop out of the car and curse his ass out, but I had to remember right now wasn’t a good time. Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was make a fool out of myself in front of the bitch he was with. I had no idea what their relationship status was. After all, we were just friends. At this point I was wondering just how many friends he really had. It’s true I agreed to this friend shit, but at the same time I wasn’t in the right state of mind to be in competition with other bitches for him.
I hurried up and turned my head as they passed by my car. My mother, Legs, and Rika all walked out at the same time. I hurried up and put my game face on, because I didn’t want them to see that I was wearing my emotions on my sleeve. I couldn’t say the same for Rika and Legs. It was obvious they were an item by the way Legs had grabbed her and kissed her on the lips. This bitch had been holding back and I wanted all of the details. We locked eyes and she had that little sneaky smirk on her face, but I didn’t find shit funny. The hoe had been keeping secrets and that’s something we just don’t do.