Big Juicy Lips

by Allison Hobbs

  Curiosity got the best of him. He shook the final droplets off his dick and crept toward the desk. Stealthily, he picked up the laptop, took it inside the dark bathroom, closed and locked the door.

  Illuminating the small enclosure with just the computer light, Dane closed the toilet top, sat down and steadied the laptop on his bare thighs. Bent forward, eyes glued to the screen, he could hear his own excited breathing as he pulled down and then checked every site recently visited in the computer’s history.

  His eyes bugged out in repulsed amazement. Look at this shit! On the screen were three perverted penis poses with the caption, “Hard as Brick, Melts in Your Mouth!” The dick must belong to that dude she’s pimping. Dane shook his head, thinking the dude had to have a couple loose screws to let somebody take pictures of his jawn and post them on the internet. Scrolling down further, he saw a sight that made his mouth drool. A hairy vagina with puffy pussy lips that was captioned, “Juicy!”

  Dane clicked on the link to peep the prices perverts were willing to pay if they wanted to see more. Dayum! A hundred dollars a click! Lil’ Bit was straight gangsta! But that fat pussy she was promoting was looking so enticing, Dane could understand why mufuckas were willing to come out of pocket to check out the array of pussy flicks. But for a dude like him to spend a buck to just peek at the pussy, shit, that coochie had better be gripping and clenching in 3-D. That jawn would have to jump off the screen like a hologram and let him get all up in it—or at least feel like he was stroking it deeply. Shit, a hundred dollars just to eyeball that shit! Lil’ Bit had balls of steel to be asking for that kind of loot. Then again, there were lots of sex addicts out there who’d give up mortgage money for their next high. Lil’ Bit was preying on their weakness the same way drug dealers exploited junkies.

  Misty’s racket was more profitable than Dane had thought. Internet sex trade was kicking out some serious dough. So, that’s why she is able to cruise around in that expensive ride. That’s why she is always blinging like crazy and throwing money around like it’s water. While he, on the other hand, was barely making ends meet. The drug game was getting old. Too many ups and downs. Too many grimy niggas trying to get a piece of the same pie. Shit, at twenty-four years old and having been in the game since he was seventeen, he felt old. He thought he had come up when he started carrying packs instead of grinding on the corner. But he was missing meals like a mufucka. The big boss liked to switch his mules up. Work was sporadic—nothing Dane could count on. Shit, if it wasn’t for his baby’s mom back in Detroit, he’d be ass out.

  Hell, yeah, it was time for a career change.

  Intending on getting his piece of Misty’s pie, Dane pulled his eyes away from the alluring pussy picture. “Focus, nigga,” he chastised, smacking his own face in quick succession. He didn’t have time to waste feening for some virtual pussy. The images of sexy pussy had to take a backseat to the pressing matter he had to quickly attend to.

  Leaving the security of the locked bathroom was risky, but needing to jot down some information, his shoulders stooped as if to make himself smaller, he dipped out of the bathroom and slunk across the room. Quickly, he grabbed the pen and pad bearing the hotel’s logo off the desk. Heading back to the confines of the bathroom, Dane moved as swiftly and as quietly as he possibly could. But he wasn’t quiet enough. Misty stirred and wrinkled her brow in agitation as she switched her position. Her unexpected movement rattled Dane so badly, he dropped the pen. He kept an eye fixed on Misty as he quickly retrieved the pen. Pen in hand, he crept backward, very slowly. With every sneaky step he made, he watched Misty, making sure her eyes were closed.

  When he eased inside the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed and locked the door.

  He blew a kiss at the pussy shot. He could grub on that juicy jawn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yeah, whoever had that pussy between her legs was working with a gold mine that he definitely wouldn’t mind digging into for some nuggets. His dick, in apparent agreement, throbbed so badly that the veins were popping out, demanding some relief. His dick was hard, but he was more interested in the bank account. Damn, he needed a password to peep how much paper was stacked up in that jawn. He tried a few letter-and-number-combinations, but had to give up when the site shut down, with a message that stated his time had elapsed. Fuck! Before closing the lid of the laptop, he gave the big, juicy pussy lips one long last glance.

  Back in bed and snuggled close to Misty, Dane couldn’t get rid of the image of that fat-ass pussy on the computer screen. Inching his groin up on Misty’s behind, he threw an arm around her. She purred in her sleep and started whispering something.

  “What?” Dane asked. Curious, he asked again. “Whatchu say, baby?”

  Talking in her sleep, she whispered a sexy response. Told him how she liked it and then fell silent and succumbed to a deep sleep. He could handle what she said she liked, only thing was, she called him Shane. Fuck it.

  He inched behind her again. His weapon prepared itself, thumping against her lean backside. He thought about the images on the computer screen. The dick flicks were disgusting. The dude caught up in those pictures had to be twisted as shit. But that bitch with the puffy pussy. Now, that pussy was on some ol’ other shit. No doubt about it, he’d love to get to know it on an up close and personal basis.

  His imagination directed his hand movement. With his palm wrapped around his dick, he guided it between Misty’s legs, taking the pussy from behind. She squirmed, annoyed that she was being bothered during her sleep, but Dane wasn’t trying to take no for an answer. Holding her in place, he imagined his dick sliding between those anonymous, fat pussy lips as he thrust and quickly squirted inside Misty’s tight tunnel.

  CHAPTER 26

  An hour before check-out time, Misty slipped out of bed, grabbed the small containers of the complimentary shampoo and conditioner, and stepped inside the shower. For Misty, the shower was like a sanctuary. A private place for private thoughts. A place where she could work through problems, and often stumbled upon new, creative ideas.

  With jets of warm water hitting her body, she lathered her long hair and massaged her scalp. The smoky steam enveloped her, warmed her. She didn’t hear Dane come into the bathroom, didn’t notice his long, lean body until he slid open the door and joined her. She was about to protest. This was her time! But he kneeled and murmured, “You don’t need no soap and water down there. Put your foot up on the tub; let me lick that pussy clean.”

  Sensations of pleasure and pain seemed to shoot up her coochie at once. “How’d you know?” she whimpered, her leg trembling as she raised her foot and helplessly rested it on the side of the tub.

  “I’m your man; I know what my boo likes.”

  She held on tight to the metal rack inside the stall. “Yeah, but, how—”

  His tongue sliced into her vagina like a knife, cutting off her words, making her gasp, as she bent over and grabbed a handful of his curly hair. His tongue snaked between her diminutive folds. His puckered lips sucked softly, as his tongue swished in and out.

  This freaky act he was engaged in—cleaning her pussy—using his tongue as a flesh-covered washcloth; it was something Shane used to do to her. How did Dane know about this weakness? How could she keep her wits about her if Dane knew how to break her all the way down?

  “I want the truth, Dane. How could you know about this?” she asked again, tears welling. “I hate you! I really do!”

  “Yeah. I love you, too,” Dane replied, self-assurance coating every word. “It’s gon’ be aiight.” He pressed his lips against her vulva. Smooched, playfully making the kissing sound.

  Misty pulled away. “Stop playing. It’s not gonna be all right!”

  “I gotchu, Lil’ Bit.” He reattached his lips.

  Panting, her body began to shake with the tremor of a building orgasm. “I asked you a question,” she murmured between gasps.

  He looked up.

  “How did you know?”

  He smi
rked. “Lucky guess.”

  Misty felt weepy while driving Dane back to his cousin’s house. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, her mind raced trying to figure out a way to tell Dane that she desperately wanted him to move in with her. And Brick. By the time they reached the brick row house, she put the car in park, turned off the ignition. “Dane, I’m in a situation that you might not understand.”

  “Try me.”

  “Me and the dude who works for me—uh, we’re in a relationship. Been together since we were kids, so our relationship is more like a close friendship than romantic love.”

  “Is Brick getting that ass?” Dane’s voice was low and deadly.

  “Yeah, but it’s not what you think.”

  “School me.”

  “We’re both kinky. We like the same kind of twisted shit. But Brick—” She took a deep breath. “Brick’s got issues about his sexual identity.”

  “Dude’s a fag. You fucking a gay dude and let me go up in you raw!” He yanked her by the arm, squeezed hard, made her feel pain.

  Misty jerked her arm away. “Brick ain’t gay!” She rubbed her pained arm. “He ain’t fucking dudes in their ass or nothing like that.”

  “What, he’d rather take it up his?”

  “Fuck no! He likes the way men suck his dick. That’s all. That’s as far as he goes. I swear.”

  “So how do I fit into your family life? You think dude will be cool with me moving in?”

  “I want you. He doesn’t have a choice.”

  “So, where’s everybody gon’ be sleeping up in that dip?”

  “Together. You on one side; Brick on the other. I’ll be in the middle.”

  “You expect both of us to fuck you every night?”

  “Look, the way I feel, Brick could sleep in the spare room, but he’s my meal ticket. I can’t put him out the bed. Not yet. You gotta bear with. He won’t mind taking sloppy seconds after you. He works so hard most of the time, he’s too tired to fuck. He eats my pussy and falls right off to sleep.”

  Dane turned up his lips in a grimace. “You and dude are disgusting.”

  “We’re also eating.”

  “I don’t know, Lil’ Bit. I dig you and everything. Shit, I ain’t gon’ front. I feel like I love you, but I’m not so much in love that I’d let you chump me. Yo, I gotta think on this one.”

  Misty reached for his hands, her facial muscles twitching. “I’ll put him out if you want me to.”

  “Then, how you gon’ eat?”

  “You said you gon’ hustle up some young bucks from off the corners.”

  “That’s gon’ take some time. You can’t expect a bunch of wild, young thugs to jump right into this sex game and start making you enough money to live like you’re accustomed to. It can work, but it’s not gon’ happen overnight.”

  Dane leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll make some phone calls, but it’s hard to get around to where they stay posted up without some wheels.”

  “After I get Brick situated after I drive him to his gig, I could take you wherever you need to go.”

  “Nah, that ain’t gon’ work. It’s better if I talk to them young dudes by myself. They won’t like talking that kind of business with a female around. I’ll run some game—tell ’em they’ll be working with me. They don’t need to know about you. Let me deal with the corner boys. Feel me, boo?”

  She nodded, but she wasn’t comfortable with his business plan. “So what are you saying? You want me to buy you a squatter or something?”

  “A squatter? Hell, no! How I look approaching mufuckas, telling them I can put them down with some long paper if I’m riding around in a hooptie. Nah, I was thinking, I could hold your wheel when I’m conducting business. Y’ah mean?”

  Again, Misty nodded. She bit her bottom lip. It didn’t feel right agreeing to let Dane have use of an expensive vehicle that he didn’t invest a dime in. But, he had a valid point about meeting the workers man-to-man.

  “This truck cost a grip. If I trust you to drive it, I have to be able to keep tabs on you. Now, you’re gonna have to get your stuff and move in with me and Brick if you want access to the truck.”

  “That’s fair enough.”

  “Then, after they start bringing in some real cheese, I’ll buy you your own set of wheels. Something fly.”

  Dane smiled, leaned over and pressed his plump lips against hers. His kiss was so delicious that she opened her mouth, allowing him to slaughter her with his tongue. Captivated by his impassioned kiss, Misty hungered for more. Realizing that she was weak for him, and that she needed his dick close by at all times, she blurted, “Go get your shit, Dane. Fuck it. You gotta come home with me now. Please. We’ll tell Brick together. He’ll be all right. I promise. He loves me, Dane. He’ll go along with anything I say.”

  CHAPTER 27

  Brick absently pushed the buttons on the controller. Every five minutes, he checked the time. It was after twelve in the afternoon. Where the hell was Misty? She never stayed out all night and into the next day like this. It wasn’t like her to be this inconsiderate. She could at least let him know that she was okay.

  There was movement outside the apartment door. Voices. The clatter of keys. “Misty!” Brick threw the controller on the floor, leapt up, jumped over the coffee table and rushed to the front door. When the door opened, thinking he was seeing Misty and the ghost of Shane, Brick fell up against the wall, his hand protectively covering his pounding heart. “What the fuck?”

  “I know, boo. He looks just like Shane, doesn’t he?” Misty said, just as casually as if she hadn’t stayed out all night. She took a few steps and set her encased laptop on the dining room table. “Brick, this is Dane,” Misty proudly introduced. “Can you believe that shit? They look alike and their names rhyme.” Her smile was wider than Brick had ever seen it. “Dane, this is Brick.”

  Dane set his luggage next to his feet, on the floor. He and Brick bumped shoulders, stood back and checked each other out.

  “’Sup, man?” Dane mumbled.

  “It’s all good,” Brick said, though his expression and vocal tone contradicted his words. His eyes swept downward and settled on the duffle bag and suitcase.

  Brick looked at Misty with an arched brow. “Is he staying with us?”

  “For a minute. Dane’s gonna be our houseguest, while he helps me expand our business.”

  Brick puffed up in fury. “Oh yeah? Just like that. You stay out all night, come back with dude and expect everything to be gravy?” Hurt feelings, along with rage, flared in Brick’s eyes.

  “I know. That was real ignorant of me. I’m sorry, Brick. But I was making moves and I really thought you’d be happy about how things turned out,” Misty said, trying to pacify Brick, who looked like he was ready to go into a fit of rage. She couldn’t control Brick when he went off like that. It was easier to manipulate him, when he was nice and calm. “Look at him,” she said, giving Brick a lovely smile as she waved her hand and toward Dane. “Can you believe how much he looks like Shane?”

  Softened by her smile, Brick exhaled. “Yeah, the resemblance is crazy,” he admitted, squinting at Dane. “Scared the shit outta me. For a hot second, I thought I was seeing a ghost.” He gave a relieved chuckle. “But damn, Misty, you could have warned me that you were bringing dude home.”

  “I apologize for the misunderstanding, man. I thought Lil’ Bit had handled her business.”

  Brick didn’t appreciate Dane calling Misty by a new nickname, but he kept his feelings to himself.

  “I’m not the type of dude who would try to come between a man and his woman, yo.” Dane bent and picked up his duffle bag. “So, check this out, Lil’ Bit. Give me a ride back to my cousin’s crib. I don’t want no trouble, yo. You told me it was cool. I ain’t no home wrecker. Y’ah mean?”

  Misty shot Brick daggers. “Why are you acting like this? You know we need his help. As much as you complain about all the work you have to do, I thought you’d appreciate the fact
that I went out of my way to find someone who could help take some of the weight off you.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re so ungrateful; you get on my fuckin’ nerves, Brick.” She turned and faced Dane.

  Dane looked past her, locked eyes with Brick. “I feel you, my man. I wouldn’t want another nigga rolling up in my crib either. I only came through ’cause Lil’ Bit said you was aiight with it.” Dane nodded his head toward the door. “Let’s bounce, Lil’ Bit,” Dane demanded. “I didn’t come here to cause a commotion or to disrespect this man’s crib.”

  “Brick!” Misty shrieked. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

  Brick’s eyes flitted about nervously. If he didn’t rectify the situation, Misty would be hell to live with. “Dude can stay. I was just thrown off guard and shit…”

  “See, you don’t have to go nowhere. This ain’t even Brick’s fuckin’ crib!” Misty reached for Dane’s duffle bag, tried to yank it out of his hand, but he pulled it away.

  “I said, let’s roll,” Dane said emphatically.

  Misty glowered at Brick. “Nigga, if you don’t open your mouth! And you better come correct…”

  “Yo, dude, I was just trippin’,” Brick spoke quickly. “You’re welcome to stay here with us as long as you want.” Brick extended himself in false friendship. He even managed to spread his lips into a convincing smile. “If Misty likes it, I love it. That’s how we do. It’s all good. Unpack your stuff; make yourself at home, man.”