Childhood Sweethearts PT 2

by Jacob Spears

  China grabbed all the food and headed to the bleachers by the volleyball courts. She saw that Rebecca had gotten seats at the top. Walking up the steps, she handed Rebecca her 18-wheeler, a bag of chips, and a Coke.

  “I got us a honey bun and peanut butter squeeze for dessert.”

  “Yum, this is so good,” Rebecca said, taking a bite of her 18-wheeler.

  After they both finished their chips and sandwiches, China opened the honey bun, squeezed the peanut butter on top, split it, and handed half to Rebecca.

  “So, you ever thought about kids and a husband?” Rebecca asked.

  “Not really. I always had money and power on my mine,” China replied.

  “I figure it’s time for me to find a man and settle down. Maybe have some kids. No more crazy shit!”

  “Ya know I never even talked about marriage and kids with Smooth. I don’t even know if he’ll want kids. We always talked about getting money, a nice car, nice house, and going legal.”

  “At least you got a man. Hell, I get out in three months, and I have no family, no friends, no place to go, no money, and no job. Hell, I don’t even know where I’m going to go.”

  “Don’t worry, Rebecca. I’ll have you a place to stay. But you gotta figure out the rest, like what you want in life.”

  * * *

  Smooth sat at Roxy’s restaurant enjoying the house special of chicken Alfredo, mashed potatoes, corn, and a dinner roll. He had to admit that it was one of the best meals he ever had. Roxy definitely knew what she was doing. While trying to finish up his meal, his phone rang. Looking at the display, Smooth saw it was from Ronny, so he answered.

  “What’s good, Smooth asked.

  “We need to talk about a few things. Where you at?”

  “I’m at Roxy’s place eating dinner. Where you at?”

  “At home. Anyway, can ya swing by?”

  “Yeah, give me about 20 minutes.”

  “See ya then.”

  After hanging up, Smooth waved for his waitress. Seeing him, she headed over and asked, “What can I get for you?”

  “Go ahead and give me the check.”

  After getting the bill, Smooth threw $20 on the table for a tip. Getting into this car, he cranked up Rihanna and Drake’s new song Work and headed to Ronny’s. Once he arrived, Smooth went to the door. As he was about to knock, the door of the duplex next door opened, and Ronny stuck his head out.

  “Over here, lil’ nigga.”

  “When did you move over here?” Smooth asked, as he hopped the little divider.

  “I moved over here today. Come on in.”

  “The whole operation move or just you?”

  “Just me. I got tired of constantly getting woken up at all hours, plus I figured it’s best to have my own place that don’t have any heat in it, in case it got raided.”

  “I can understand that. So what did we need to talk about?”

  “A few things, but first would you like something to drink?”

  “I’ll take a rum and Coke, if you have it.”

  “Got some Bacardi, but no Coke. What about Mountain Dew?”

  “I’ll try it.”

  “Have a seat.”

  After handing Smooth his drink, Ronny sat in a recliner. Smooth took a sip of his drink.

  “Damn, this is good,” Smooth said, taking another sip.

  “First order of business . . .” Ronny got up, grabbed a bag from a closet, and handed it to Smooth. “This belongs to you. Everybody already got their cut. It’s $42,000. Next order of business is that we need more product A.S.A.P.!”

  “Alright, you all doing good. I’ll have you more product tomorrow. Can you hold out ‘til then?”

  “Yeah, we can stretch ‘til then. These crackheads going crazy over this product. Must be some good shit!”

  “Have you found out anything on these damn Mexicans or whatever they are?”

  “Nothing yet, but I got people working on it. I will let you know as soon as I find out. Now next order of business. I got a big-time club owner who wants to buy two keys. He’s having a grand opening of a new club tomorrow called Club Rage. He wants us to come.”

  “Ronny, you forget I’m only 17. I can’t get in a club.”

  “Leave that me. I’ll get you in. You just be here ready to go at 8:00 p.m. tomorrow.”

  “Alright, I’m gonna go take care of some business. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

  “Be safe.”

  Chapter 8

  After leaving Ronny’s, Smooth swung by his place to walk Zorro and let him do his thing. He then grabbed two keys and headed to Amanda’s place, hoping she was there. When he got to her apartment complex, he let himself in and went to the last door on the right. He knocked twice, but there was no answer. He thought she wasn’t home. But he decided to give it one more knock. As he reached out to knock one more time, the door opened. Amanda was standing there with only a towel wrapped around her.

  “Hey Smooth. Sorry, I was in the shower.”

  “Nah, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you was busy. I would have called first, but I didn’t have your phone number.”

  “It’s alright. Come on in. Where is Banga?”

  “He’s out of town for a while. I hope you don’t mind me coming by, but I need to get a few more of those things cooked up.”

  “No problem. Let me go get dressed. I will be right back.”

  Five minutes later, she came back out wearing a pink spaghetti-strap shirt that showed off a lot of cleavage and a pair of tight, short-shorts with “Juicy” written on the ass. Smooth was surprised at how beautiful she looked. Well, not beautiful but SEXY and definitely juicy!

  “Let’s go into the kitchen and get started.”

  Once in the kitchen, she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a few boxes of baking soda.

  “Luckily, I always keep a supply of this stuff.”

  “So, how’d you learn to do this?” Smooth inquired.

  “I had a boyfriend who was a small-time dope dealer. He taught me how to cook it up, weigh it, and bag it up.”

  “What happened to him?”

  “He was killed in a drive-by shooting.”

  “Sorry to hear that.”

  “Why, it’s not your fault.”

  “Well, I guess I’m gonna leave so you can do your thing.”

  “I can cook and talk at the same time, so why don’t you keep me company? Unless you got something better to do.”

  “Nah, I ain’t got nothing to do.”

  “Good. Now before I start, can I get you something to drink?”

  “A rum and Coke, if you got it.”

  “Nah, but I got some Smirnoff Ice mixed drinks.”

  “Alright.”

  After she handed him a bottle, he opened it, took a drink, and said, “Not bad!” He was becoming a real drinker.

  “So, how long have you been with Banga?”

  “I’m not with him. We are just good friends; and sometimes we have no ties, just sex times. But we are not together and we haven’t had sex in months. He’s with some girl over in Hollywood last time I knew.”

  “So what about you? Got a man?”

  “Nope, no man! All I do is work, come home, and watch TV. I lead a boring life.”

  “So, where do you work?”

  “I’m a nurse.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yep, been working at the hospital for six years.”

  “How old are you?” he asked, thinking she looked no older than 21.

  “I’m 32. Why, how old do I look?”

  “No older than 21.”

  “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Thanks.”

  As she was standing at the stove with her back to him, he couldn’t help but stare at her ass. It was nice. Just looking at it was making him hard. He daydreamed about going over there and pulling her shorts down, bending her over the stove, and fucking her doggy style. His dick was so hard he was afraid it was gonna bust out of his pants.

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nbsp; “Need another drink?” she asked, as she turned around.

  “Yes, please.”

  She went to the refrigerator, grabbed another bottle, and handed it to him. As she handed him the bottle, she looked him up and down and couldn’t help but see his massive hard-on. She reached down to touch it and asked, “Did I do that?”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Want me to fix it?”

  “How?”

  Without another word, she got on her knees, put his gun on the table, and then unzipped and unbuckled his pants. She reached in his boxers and pulled out his fully erect penis.

  Damn, this is huge! she thought out loud.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and started to slowly stroke it, while she licked the pre-cum off. Then she put her lips around his huge cock and stated to suck, while taking more and more of him into her mouth. Swallowing so she could deep-throat him, she finally got his whole cock into her mouth. Smooth grabbed her head and started to fuck her mouth like a pussy. Her head game was so good that he couldn’t help but to bust a nut, shooting his load down her throat. After swallowing all his cum, she stood up and pulled off her shirt and shorts. Smooth turned her around and bent her over the counter. He got on his knees and ate her pussy from the back, while sliding a finger into her ass. After she came, and her knees started to buckle, Smooth stood up and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Her pussy was so tight that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, so he reached around and massaged her clit while fucking her doggy style. It was hard to keep pace, but he soon had her cumming again. He picked up the pace and fucked her harder and faster, sliding his big dick in and out of her tight pussy until he exploded deep inside her.

  Afterwards, they took a shower and then finished cooking up and bagging the product. As he was getting ready to leave, she convinced him to stay the night.

  * * *

  The next morning, Smooth woke up to Amanda sucking his dick, and she was doing a hell of a job. Before he came, she stopped and climbed on top, straddling him cowgirl style. She started to ride him up and down. Smooth leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, while using his right hand to play with her other one. She started to breath hard.

  “Aggh, I’m fixing to cum,” she said, as she picked up speed.

  Her whole body stated to vibrate, as her pussy spasmed and her eyes clouded over in pure bliss. Smooth grabbed her and rolled them both over so he was on top. He grabbed her feet and put them on his shoulders, leaned forward, and started to slide his dick in and out. Pulling his dick out until only the head was in, he then slid all the way back in. Finally, not being able to hold back, he came inside her and then rolled off to catch his breath.

  She set up on one elbow and said, “Take a shower and get dressed while I start breakfast.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Once out of the shower and dressed, he grabbed his cell phone and was surprised to see that it was already 11:30 a.m. While in the kitchen eating his packages and sausage, Amanda asked for his phone. He handed it to her curious to see why she wanted it.

  “There . . . now you have my phone number,” she said, handing it back to him.

  “I’m sorry to eat and run, but I got to go,” Smooth announced.

  “It’s all good!”

  After giving her a kiss, he headed out and went to Ronny’s. Once there, he grabbed the duffle bag out of the back seat and walked up to the door. It opened after the first knock.

  “Come on in,” Ronny said, stepping to the side to let him by.

  Handing the bag to Ronny, Smooth said, “Here’s the product.”

  “Bro, look . . . I got something for you,” Ronny said, while picking up an envelope and handing it to Smooth.

  Inside were two copies of a driver’s license. He pulled them out and noticed that both of them had pictures that looked just like hm.

  “Pick one to use tonight. And I’ll keep the other one in my safe for emergencies.”

  “Sounds good,” Smooth responded, picking one and handing the other back to Ronny.

  “Don’t forget, Smooth, 8:00 p.m. tonight and bring the two keys.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “As he walked back to his car, his cell phone rang. Looking down, he saw it was Miranda.

  “What’s up?” he answered.

  “Just thought you’d like to know we closed and finished on the apartments, so you are now officially the owner of six apartments.”

  “That’s great! Thanks.”

  “Have you decided what you’re gonna do with them?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you can sell each apartment or you can rent them out.”

  “I want to keep two and rent the other four.”

  “Are you gonna take an ad out in the paper, or would you like my company to take care of it?”

  “I’d like you to take care of it.”

  “Okay, stop by and I’ll give you a master key to all six apartments. You can then pick which two you want to keep for yourself.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  * * *

  After getting the master key from Miranda, Smooth checked out the apartments and decided to keep units five and six on the top floor. Deciding he wanted better locks on the doors, he pulled out his smart phone and looked up locksmiths. After finding one, he headed downstairs to wait for the locksmith, who showed up about 20 minutes later.

  “You the one who needed a locksmith?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, point me in the right direction.”

  “Follow me,” Smooth said, leading the way.

  After they reached the apartments, the locksmith asked him what kind of locks he wanted.

  “The best,” Smooth replied.

  “Well, we got the Goji system, which has an LED display that flashes a personal greeting as you approach the door. It also has a built-in camera that takes pictures of everyone who approaches the door and sends it straight to your smart phone.”

  “That’s what I want on apartments five and six. How long will it take to install?”

  “Give me an hour,” the locksmith answered.

  Smooth sat in his car watching a movie on his iPhone 6 while the locksmith worked. After he finished, and Smooth paid him, Smooth tried out the locks and then headed to Roxy’s for dinner.

  * * *

  Once at Roxy’s, he went inside and noticed the place was packed.

  Heading in, a waitress stopped him and said, “Sorry, sir, but we’re full.”

  “Is Roxy here?”

  “Yes, but as you can imagine, she’s busy.”

  Before he could respond, he saw Roxy heading toward them. Once there, she asked, “Carla, what’s the problem?”

  “I was explaining to this man that we’re full.”

  “Carla, this is Smooth, the one I told you to reserve a table for.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Follow me, sir.”

  “I’ll be with you in a minute, Smooth,” Roxy said, going over to another table.

  Once seated, Carla handed him a menu and asked what he wanted to drink.

  “A Coke, no ice.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  Looking at the menu, he decided on chicken parmesan.

  “Here’s your drink. Are you ready to order?”

  “Yeah, chicken parmesan, please.”

  After the waitress left, Roxy came over and sat down.

  “Looks like business is doing well. How’d you know to reserve a table for me?”

  “I didn’t. This is your table. It will always be reserved for you, so it will always be open for you.”

  “Thanks, Roxy. So you want to visit China with me this week?”

  “Can’t! I’ll be working, but maybe next week.”

  “Okay.”

  “Well, let me get back to work. Hope you enjoy your food. If you need anything, let me know.”

  Once he finished his meal, he laid $20 on the table and went outside to his car. Afte
r climbing in, he turned on the radio. Fetty Wap’s 679 came over the speakers. On his way home, he stopped by the gas station to fill up. He then went home to get ready for the night. As soon as he walked in, Zorro came running. Jumping on to Smooth, he almost knocked him over. Damn, this dog’s getting big, Smooth thought. Grabbing the leash, Zorro went nuts, bouncing all over the place.

  “Sit still a minute, so I can hook this thing on. There! Now let’s go!”

  Getting on the elevator, they went downstairs and outside. Once outside, Zorro took off leading the way. After 10 minutes, Smooth looked at his watch.

  “Alright, time to go back in.”

  Back into the apartment, he hopped in and took a quick shower. Then he dressed in a black Burberry suit with black snakeskin boots. Dressed and ready to go, Smooth grabbed a bag and put two keys in it. He then was out the door to go pick up Ronny. As soon as he pulled into Ronny’s driveway, Ronny came out dressed in a Bottega Veneta three-piece suit.

  Looking at his Fossil touch-screen smart watch, Smooth asked, “Straight to the club?”

  “Yeah, they will be looking for us.”

  “You’re dressed nice there, pimp!”

  “You, too!” Ronny acknowledged.

  Pulling up to the club, they saw the line was already bending around the corner.

  “Damn, that line’s long!” Smooth said.

  “Yep! Good thing we don’t have to wait. You got the two keys?”

  “In the trunk.”

  “Grab it and let’s go.”

  After getting the bag out, they headed toward the door, ignoring the line.

  Once they got to the door, a big-ass nigga ordered, “Get in line.”

  “My name’s Ronny. Mac is expecting us.”

  “Oh, sure. Go right on into the V.I.P. section, and I’ll let him know you’re here,” he responded, pulling out a walkie-talkie.

  The place was jam-packed inside. Fine-ass women were everywhere. Once in the V.I.P. section, a server asked, “What would you like to drink?”

  “Bring us a bottle of Fireball,” Ronny ordered.

  “I’ll take a bottle of Captain Morgan.”