It Is What it Is

by Ivory B.

  “Yo son what’s good?” Nice asked. “Shit I can’t call it. We still got that meeting in the A.M?” Jah asked over the wails of his son. “Yeah, Yo what’s wrong with the lil Homie? Who messing with my lil man?” Nice asked. Jah grumbled under his breath before he spoke. “Keem taking too long wit this dude bottle. You know when he hungry he get violent. Then she gon show dude his shit. He saw the bottle and went straight beast mode.” “Nigga, then why don’t you get ya ass up and make the damn bottle?!” Nice heard Keema scream from the background. Nice burst out laughing as he licked the outside of the blunt he was rolling to seal it. Jah laughed but didn’t respond to Keema’s snide remark. He didn’t want any parts of Keema’s attitude; she was just plain and simply mean this time around with this pregnancy.

  Ty heard Nice laughing as she descended the stairs but she knew he wouldn’t be laughing once he got a glimpse of her in this getup. Nice was hunched over with his cell cradled between his shoulder and ear fishing for the lighter in his pant pocket when he heard Ty clear her throat. All Ty could see was the top of his head at first causing her to get sea sick looking at how deep his waves were. Nice lifted his eyes to look in Ty’s direction mid convo when he suddenly went silent. Ty got the exact reaction she was aiming for. “Nice you good?” Jah asked hearing how Nice went silent mid sentence. “Ty fuck you doin coming down here wit that shit on?” Nice asked in a low baritone completely enamored by Ty in a black full body lace catsuit. There was nothing left to the imagination, everything could be seen through the lace catsuit and damn was she filling out every inch of it. Her thick thighs, wide hips and ass had him speechless for a second. Ty didn’t answer verbally she gave him a half smile before she strutted over to him in those heels she still had on adding to her sex appeal. Nice eyes lifted taking Ty all in as he looked up at her standing over him with one hand on her right hip and a self assured grin on her face like she knew she had the game on smash. But what really did it for him was when she turned on her heels slowly bent over and grabbed her ankles giving him a full up close and personal view of all her assets because that lace catsuit was crotchless. “Gotdamn,” Nice muttered. Jah laughed on the other end of the line knowing exactly what was about to go down, he could hear it all in Nice’s voice. “A’ight mah G go handle that,” Jah said through a chuckle. “Yeah Youngin I intend to, I’ll link up wit you tomorrow,” Nice responded disconnecting the call with his eyes still glued on Ty. Ty turned around to look him dead in his dark brown eyes which seemed to be smoldering as he basically eye fucked her.

  “Dance for me baby girl.” His request came out of left field; Ty hadn’t expected him to say that. Right about now Ty had Nice on 10 and that outfit was sure putting him in the mind set of a strip club. So tonight he was requesting that Ty be his very own private dancer. Ty blushed feeling shy suddenly. Her reaction didn’t surprise Nice at all because he knew things about her that many didn’t. He’d discovered long ago that Ty wasn’t as emboldened and fearless as she was perceived to be. Nice enjoyed watching her fidget for a second while he proceeded to light his blunt and take a few totes. Ty reached out for the blunt and took a few totes of courage before she could psych herself up to really do this. Dancing with him was one thing, but dancing for him was totally different, she suddenly felt shy with him just watching. Nice wasn’t playing he took the remote and flipped through the Sirius satellite channels stopping at the hip-hop nation channel that was playing some down south twerk music, the night couldn’t have been going any better. Ty sucked in her bottom lip trying to hold back a laugh as Nice bopped his head to the beat of the song and leaned back into the sofa with his arms spread over the back of the couch like he was about to see something incredible. That premium Nice was smoking started to take an effect on Ty damn near immediately and her nerves began to dwindle. “You payin Daddy?” Ty asked in a sultry voice. Nice jerked his neck back and flashed Ty an incredulous look. “Payin?” he asked as if she said something insulting. “Yeah paying, you wanna see this shit drop it ain’t for free, you pay them scandalous ass strippers when you go to the strip club right? Well you need to come up off of stacks here too.” Nice burst out into laughter, His eyes slightly slanted from the blunt combined with his sexiness had Ty dripping but she was trying hard to stay in character. Nice dug in his pocket coming out with a wad of cash. He flipped through the cash and snatched the dollar bills that were left over change from him purchasing dutches earlier that day. “A’ight ma let me see what you workin wit.” “Uh nigga you playin right? This shit right here,” Ty said pointing to her ample booty. “Don’t drop for nothing less than a fifty. I know you don’t hardly think you gon break me off with dollars like some cheap thrill.” “Fiddy beans? Get the fuck outta here!” Nice said through a chuckle. Yes he had dropped racks in strip clubs in the past but please believe them bitches were doing way more than just poppin pussy for him to come up off of paper like that. “Well Big Homie I guess you can collect ya dollars and run down to Dreamz and give them that change,” Ty said turning her back and playing as if she were heading upstairs. “Damn Ty hole-up, hole-up I got you.” Nice plucked a Benjamin from his bankroll placed it between his thumb and forefinger flicking the bill and making it flutter like a true strip club pro. Ty shook her head at the gesture inwardly wondering how many times he had to frequent a strip club to get that finger flutter down pact like that. By the time the negotiations were finalized the mood music was no more. There was some hardcore rap music playing that was impossible for Ty to twerk to. So she picked up the remote to surf the channels again until she stopped on the Reggae channel that was playing that old school Murda She Wrote song. Ty popped and dropped her ass to the beat putting on one helluva show for Nice who was always amazed at how good Ty was at dancing, and the fact she was flexible only added the icing to the cake. If all else failed in life she could definitely get into dancing and make a killing too, even though he knew Ty was the type of chick who would rather work in McDonalds than pop her pussy for strangers.

  The next two songs that rolled in were much slower so Ty adjusted her movements and body to the tempo. By then she had worked up quite a payday for dancing less than 15 minutes. Ty was mid ass clap when she felt Nice’s strong arm hook around her waist and pull her down on his lap. She felt the bulge through his pants immediately and knew she had him right where she wanted him. Nice cupped her breasts with his large hands and it was a perfect fit; no spillage on the sides of his hands or anything, Ty fit as if she were made for him. Ty let her body fall back into his hard chest as she grinded on his dick through his pants. Nice let one of his hands find its way between her soft thighs. “Umm,” Ty moaned as sparks shot through her body when she felt Nice wiggling his index finger on her clit. “Damn you so wet Pebbz, you feel that? You got me brick right now,” Nice whispered in her ear sexily before nibbling on her earlobe. Nice could feel Ty’s clit hardening into a little ball under his fingertip as she pushed back harder on him. He let up off of her clit not wanting her to cum so fast. Ty moaned in protest as she continued to grind on him. Nice pushed Ty forward positioning her to where she was bent over the ottoman that sat in front of them. He stood up from the couch and looked down at Ty with the top half of her body laid flat on the ottoman while her ass was tooted straight up in the air. Nice slapped Ty’s backside hard sending it jiggling and a loud noise to sound off throughout the living room. “Ass fat as fuck.” Ty moaned feeling both a sting from the slap but turned on to the point she was circling her hips and pushing back against him trying hard to come into contact with his magic stick. She could hear him unbuckling his belt buckle coming out of his pants. Her heartbeat raced with anticipation, Nice was a beast in the sack and if she had to be honest he was the best she’d ever had. She knew she was going to get it good tonight especially when he started calling her Pebbz short for Pebbles his pet name for her. Ty felt his large hands grip her ass cheeks firmly then spread them gently, she found herself holding her breath until she felt him swipe his warm tongue ac
ross her love button. “Ooh Kamar!” Ty belted out as she squeezed her hands into fists. Nice held her ample cheeks apart as he swiped his tongue back and forth and up and down her pussy. He sucked and teased her center until her legs began to tremble slightly. By this time Ty wasn’t standing in position any longer she started moving forward trying to get away from the tongue lashing he was giving her. Suddenly she froze and belted out a low scream when he sucked her clit into his mouth and twirled the tip of his tongue around it. “Ummm,” Nice let out a deep appreciative moan that vibrated on Ty’s womanhood driving her completely nuts. Ty bucked against his face and started panting as she wound her hips frantically. “Ooohh yes! No baby,” Ty couldn’t explain why she was saying no when she really meant yes but this was feeling so good he had her brain scrambled. Nice never let up on his oral attack as he started suckling on her clit with pressure like a kid with its favorite pacifier in his mouth. That was the extra push that sent Ty barreling into a forceful climax. Ty lunged forward when her orgasm ripped through her like a rocket. “Oh my god! Kamaaar!” Ty screamed as her flood gates opened up and flowed for Nice. “Ummm this that wet right here,” Nice moaned when he was rewarded by her sweetness from the work he put in.

  Nice stood up to his full erect height and looked down at Ty’s back rising and falling fast with her breathing. Before she had a chance to sit up or move he hooked his arm around her waist and sat back down on the couch pulling her onto his lap. “Kamar waaiit,” Ty pleaded in a weak tone as she tried to get up off his lap to catch her breath. “Nah that’s what you get for coming down here wit this shit on.” Nice whispered in her ear as he played in her pussy, dipping first one, then two fingers in and out of her. Ty let her body fall back into his chest opening her legs wider for him. She could hear her wetness making noises as Nice played her to the tune only they could make together. Nice removed his fingers then used one hand to grip her waist and lift her slightly, while he used his other hand to guide his manhood into Ty’s love box. Ty made an almost purring noise as she dug her nails into the arm of the couch. Nice was the definition of well endowed; he wasn’t only lengthy but he was also thick as hell. Ty bit down on her lip as his girth split her lower lips and invaded her body. Nice closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Ty began to work her hips in a circular motion while gripping his dick with her inner walls. The firm grip Nice had on her hips allowed Ty to bounce up and down on his pole without him slipping out from her being so wet. “Kamaaar, yaasss right there!” Ty belted out as she got faster and wilder with her movements. She was literally bouncing up and down on his dick and all Nice could do was grip her hips and go along for the ride. Ty took things to the next level when she planted her feet on either side of his legs on the couch. Once she was in place she began to rotate between grinding and bouncing on Nice’s dick. Nice dug his heels into the hardwood floor and pushed backwards trying to fight off the nut that was building inside of him. Neither one of them noticed or felt the entire couch moving backwards as if it were doing the moonwalk. “Damn Ma,” Nice moaned before slapping her plump ass cheek. Nice cursed under his breath in an urgent tone then jumped to his feet sending Ty falling forward. Ty yelped fearing she would fall at first but Nice had a firm grip around her waist as he pounded her out from behind. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Was the sound of their bodies colliding throughout the room and even over the television. “Kamar! Oh my god! Don’t stop. Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ty screamed every time he plunged in getting as loud as she wanted to because they could with Ky gone. Nice leaned her up against the couch as he delivered death stroke after death stroke trying to crawl all up in it. Ty reached behind and placed her hand on his chest. “Stop baby stop,” she moaned. Nice kept pumping at first unable to stop even if he wanted to. Finally he stopped and what Ty did bugged him out. She arched her back and made that thang clap while he was deep up in it, she kept doing this while he stood still pressing further and deeper inside of her. “Ahhh shit Ty do that shit ma,” Nice urged as he slapped her ass repeatedly. Ty moaned in ecstasy as she felt her insides getting wetter. Nice’s head rolled back into his shoulders, he looked up to the ceiling right before squeezing his eyes shut tight. “Ummm you like that shit don’t you?” Ty taunted in a porn star tone as she looked back at Nice looking as if he were in distress. Nice opened his eyes and caught Ty looking back at him with a sexy glint in her eyes. That was it; he gripped the back of her hair pounding away until he felt his nut rise up from his gut and erupt deep inside her womb. His knees became instantly weak as he stumbled backwards and collapsed on the couch breathing hard trying to catch his breath.

  In his day he had fucked some of the baddest chicks but it wasn’t until he met Ty did he find a woman who complemented and completed him in every way imaginable even sexually. Ty went down as the reigning champion in the bedroom and he done had his share of some of the illest nana, Ty was in a league of her own though. Nice was suddenly feeling a little fatigue from that super nut he bust so he laid down on his side and tried to catch his bearings. Ty thought it was funny as she looked back at him curled up on his side breathing hard. “Baby get up,” she urged after watching him just lie there like a bump on a log. “Ty chill,” Nice responded lazily. Chill? Unh, unh I done went through too much planning for tonight. Ty had a night of massages, champagne, and long intimate talks in mind, not him busting a nut and falling asleep on her. “Nigga now I know you ain’t lying here curled up like a bitch about to put ya thumb in your mouth and rock ya’self to sleep.” A slow smile spread across Nice’s face as he listened to Ty pop shit. “Niiiiice, c’mon Bae stop playin come put me to sleep.” “Come put you to sleep? Hell nah! Ty I ain’t fuckin wit you, you tryna kill me.” Ty burst out laughing. “I don’t mean like that fool, get up,” Ty snapped getting frustrated. “Pebbz a nigga can’t feel his legs after that nut.” Both Ty and Nice locked eyes and burst out into hard laughter. Nice suddenly hopped up unexpectedly, hooked his arms around Ty’s midsection and hoisted her effortlessly over his shoulder like a laundry sack as he headed for the stairs with Ty giggling her head off along the way. “Kamar! You betta not drop me!” “Shut up!” he responded before turning his head and biting her on her plump butt cheek sending her kicking and laughing harder.

  When they got upstairs they headed straight for the shower and washed each other in between a whole lot of groping, kissing and sucking. The only reason they got out of the shower was because the water started to turn cold. They had forgotten for a fleeting moment that they were back in the city where the water pressure and temperature could turn at any moment. After their shower Ty found both herself and Nice robe clad in bed together. She was completely naked under her robe and so was he; she hadn’t even bothered to tie the belt to her robe. Nice was sitting up against the headboard with a pile of pillows behind his back with his foot hoisted up on a pillow in Ty’s lap as she massaged it. He took a hard tote from the blunt he was smoking and jerked his foot back eyeing Ty. “Don’t tell me ya thug ass is ticklish. C’mon baby let me finish,” Ty urged with a smile trying to hold back a laugh. Nice had done this at least five times already his feet were one of his sensitive spots and she knew it. “Ty you on the bullshit stop playin.” “I’m not playing,” Ty chuckled placing his foot back on her lap and continuing to massage the arch of his foot. “You better be lucky your feet not ugly. Cause I would not be touching them.” “Yeah you would,” Nice countered with confidence. Ty rolled her eyes in response.

  “Let’s play a game ma; it’s called truths or secrets.” Ty looked up at him feeling a slight tinge of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t like the name of this game but she figured what’s the worst that could happen? He already knew all she wanted him to know about her anyways. “Okay let me start then?” Ty suggested wanting desperately to get answers to some burning questions she had. “Truth or secret?” Ty asked. “Truth,” Nice responded taking a tote from the blunt and trying to pass it but Ty declined shaking her head no; she felt she’d had enough. “Did y
ou ever love Mia? Be honest,” Ty asked with serious eyes. “No,” Nice answered truthfully. “Truths or Secrets?” Nice asked Ty. “Secrets,” Ty answered ready to get something off her chest. “I uh…I sent an anonymous mass email to the superior court house Douglas’ father worked at and also to the country club his parents belonged to about his Ponzi Scheme. I felt really bad afterwards, especially once I found out his father put in his resignation two weeks later and his parents were basically hiding out in shame. I felt like…maybe I took things too far. My beef was with him not his parents. I saw his mother last week so I guess the family is back out of hiding. I think she blames me for his suicide, I could see it all in her eyes when she looked at me. You know Douglas was all types of wrong but I would never have wished death on him or anybody else for that matter…I don’t know I guess I always felt a little guilty.” Ty stopped talking and focused back on Nice’s foot trying to avoid his eyes not knowing if he would look at her differently. Nice raised an eyebrow a little shocked but not completely, everyone knew how vindictive women could get when they felt wronged. He had to take this burden off his baby though, he couldn’t have her feeling guilty about Douglas’ death when really Nice knew he himself was the one who put that bread on Douglas’ head.

  Douglas first mistake was threatening to drop a dime on Nice, his second was putting his hands on Ty and his biggest fuck up was actually trying to strike a deal with the FEDS and snitch on Nice and his crew. Nice and Los had connects everywhere; so when they got word that Douglas was in the bing trying to strike up a deal with the FEDS for a lesser charge and snitch about things he really didn’t know for sure, Nice didn’t hesitate to put 20 racks on that nigga’s head. It was shameful for Douglas to think he was safe behind bars and Nice’s reach wasn’t as long as it was. Well underestimating Nice was his last and finale mistake. The C.O who supposedly found Douglas hanging in his cell wasn’t shit but a criminal in uniform. That nigga was from the hood and had a family full of criminals. All he did was pass a physical test and was one of the few dudes in the hood with no criminal record which allowed him to obtain a job as a prison guard years ago. Well he got himself a big payday off that hit and then got paid time off to take his family on a dream vacation because he was so traumatized after finding a dead inmate on his watch. Nice had to laugh at the absurdity; it was definitely a cold world out here, but that was Nice’s secret and Ty didn’t need to know that.