Childhood Sweethearts PT 2

by Jacob Spears

“Fast. Every time we turn around, another crackhead is pulling up. Had a police officer trying to cause problems, but we gave him $1,000. He said if we gave him $1,000 every few weeks, he’d keep everyone off of us. And since he’s a sergeant, he’s got some pull. So I figured it’s best to just pay him.”

  “You did the right thing. Other than that, how’s things going?”

  “Good.”

  “Alright. Well, we gonna go and check on a few more spots. We will get up with ya later.”

  Getting back into the Lexus, Ronny turned up the radio to Hotline Bling by Drake.

  “Got to stop and get some gas,” Ronny said.

  “Cool.”

  Parking at the gas pump, Smooth said, “I’ll go in and pay and get us some drinks, while you pump the gas. What you want to drink?”

  “Just get me a Pepsi.”

  “Okay,” Smooth answered and walked into the store. Grabbing their drinks, he walked up to the counter where an attractive blonde was working.

  “Is this all?”

  “No, I need $20 on pump three.”

  ‘That will be $23.75, sir.”

  Smooth handed her a $50 bill, adding, “Keep the change.”

  As Smooth walked out of the store, he heard a car slam on its brakes. Looking up, he saw a black Honda with a Spanish guy holding an AK47 pointed at him. But before he could even blink . . . Tat! Tat! Tat! . . . Smooth caught four bullets to the chest. He hit the ground hard. He heard what sounded like a gunfight before he passed out.

  * * *

  “What ya doing, China?” Rebecca asked, as she walked into the cell.

  “Thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “About Smooth.”

  “What about Smooth?”

  “Well, see, I told him about us being lovers. I also told him that if he had sexual needs, he could sleep with someone since I wasn’t there to take care of his desires.”

  “Okay, so what’s the problem?”

  “I’m worried that he might fall in love with someone else.”

  “Do you really think he could do that?”

  “I don’t know. I lost my virginity to him and we’ve been through a lot. He’s the only boyfriend I’ve had. Me and him have been through some hard times, but our love’s always held.”

  “Then it will hold through this, too.”

  “I sure hope you’re right.”

  “Plus, I get out in three weeks. I’ll be there to make sure he don’t fall in love with anyone else.”

  “Yeah, that’s true. I can’t wait to see how you all are gonna get along. I think you two will have a lot of fun together.”

  “I can’t wait to have some fun. It’s been a long five years.”

  “I bet it has.”

  “Hopefully, your three years go by fast.”

  “So far, it’s going by fast, but that’s because I have you here to help me. I’m really gonna miss you.”

  “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

  * * *

  Coming to, Smooth lay there trying to catch his breath and feeling as if he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer—as well as the back of his head. He remembered being shot . . . and then blackness. Smooth finally felt someone touching him. Opening his eyes, he saw the pure horror and panic on Ronny’s face, as he felt Smooth’s chest for bullet wounds.

  “A bulletproof vest? You lucky son of a bitch! Come on get up. We got to get out of here before the police show up.”

  “Help me,” Smooth gasped.

  With Ronny’s help, Smooth was able to get up and get into the Lexus. After they took off and left the gas station, Smooth said, “I think I broke a rib or two.”

  “Nah, probably just bruised them. Damn, you had me worried. I saw you get hit and go down. I pulled my ratchet and unloaded on those bastards. I’m pretty sure I hit one of them.”

  “Hope the bastard dies! God, my chest is killing me.”

  “Just be glad you’re alive. Still can’t believe it. A bulletproof vest! Where’d you get it?”

  “A friend gave it to me. I’m never leaving the house again without one, that’s for sure.”

  “Yeah, I gotta buy one now. Just in case, ya know?”

  Once they got back to Ronny’s place, he said, “Alright, take it off. Let’s get a look.”

  Taking off his shirt was very painful, and lifting his hands in the air just about killed him. After his shirt was off, Ronny helped him remove the vest. Smooth’s entire chest was already a big purple bruise.

  “Yeah, that might hurt for a few days, but at least you’re still alive. Hang on.”

  Ronny went over to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, and filled them both with Wild Turkey. Then he stepped into the bathroom, returning a second later.

  “Here, take these,” Ronny said, handing two pills to Smooth.

  “What are these?’ Smooth asked.

  “Tylenol Threes. They will help with the pain.”

  “Thanks man. Damn! I can’t believe they caught me slipping.”

  Smooth and Ronny stayed at the kitchen counter drinking until the whole bottle was gone.

  “Well, Smooth, I don’t think you should be driving, so just crash on the couch, okay?”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  Chapter 12

  Waking up to loud music, Smooth tried to figure out where he was.

  “If she tried to leave, I’m gonna tie her to this bed and set the house on fire,” Eminem played loudly in the background.

  Smooth’s head was pounding and his chest was burning.

  So this is what a hangover feels like, he thought.

  He remembered getting shot, going back to Ronny’s house, and getting drunk.

  “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” Ronny yelled.

  Smooth got up off the couch and walked over to the counter that divided the living room and kitchen. Once there, he sat down on one of the stools. Ronny handed him a glass of orange juice and put a plate of eggs, sausage, and biscuits in front of him. Smooth tore into the food, not realizing how hungry he was. Ronny left for a moment and then returned.

  “Here, take these,” Ronny said, handing Smooth two more Tylenol Threes.

  “Thanks, man!” Smooth responded, going back to eating.

  “What are your plans for the day?” Ronny inquired.

  “First, I’m going over to a friend’s house to thank her for the vest. Then I’m going to catch some lunch at Roxy’s. Then probably take care of shopping. I have a few things I need to get.”

  “Sounds like you got a busy day.”

  “Yeah. What are your plans?”

  “Figure I’d stop in and check on some of our spots, re-stock them, and that’s it! Maybe go to a club tonight. Get my party on.”

  “I’ll catch up with you later then,” Smooth said, putting the bulletproof vest back on and heading out the door.

  Hope these damn pills hurry up and kick in. My damn chest is killing me! Smooth thought.

  Getting into his car was very painful. Once inside, he headed to Amanda’s. When he arrived, he went to her apartment and knocked. A moment later, the door opened.

  “Oh, hey Smooth. I wasn’t expecting you for at least a few days. Please, come in,” she said, as she opened the door to let him enter.

  “Want a drink?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Smooth answered and followed her into the kitchen.

  Her Juicy Couture sweat suit was really showing off her curves.

  “So, what brings you by?” she asked.

  “I wanted to thank you,” he replied.

  “Thank me for what?”

  “For saving my life!”

  “Boy . . . what are you talking about?”

  “I was shot yesterday. Four times in the chest!” If it wasn’t for that vest, I’d be dead right now.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “No, I’m not kidding! Believe me, I wish I were kidding. My chest is killing me.”

  “Here, take off your shirt and th
e vest,” she instructed, as she helped him remove them.

  His chest was one big bruise.

  “Here, come into the room,” she said, guiding him into her bedroom.

  Once there, she had him lay on his back. She grabbed a jar of something and then got on the bed and straddled him. After opening the jar, she stuck in her hand and rubbed the salve all over his chest. After doing it a few times, she started to massage his chest.

  “God, that feels good. What is it?”

  “It’s Icy Hot. It will help some.”

  After massaging him for 15 minutes, she went and washed her hands and came back into the bedroom. She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and reached into his boxers. She then pulled out his dick. She bent over him, putting his dick in her mouth. She sucked him off until he came in her mouth. When she was done, she put his dick back in his pants and then zipped and buttoned his pants again.

  “Feel better now?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I feel a lot better. Thanks.”

  “Come on! Let’s go back to the kitchen. I need a drink.”

  “Me too,” Smooth agreed, getting up and following her.

  “Please make sure you keep the vest on.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll have it on every time I leave the house.”

  “Good,” she replied, pouring him a drink of rum.

  After pouring herself a drink as well, she sat down at the table with him.

  “So, when you gonna need me again?”

  “In probably two or maybe three days. I’m gonna have you do up four this time, if you can.”

  “I can, but it will take me two days.”

  “That’s okay. No rush. Matter of fact, I got to leave town on Friday, so I’ll drop it off then, and I’ll pick it up on Sunday when I get back into town.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” she said.

  “Well, I don’t want to be rude, but I got some shopping to do. So, I gotta go.”

  “That’s cool. I’ll see ya on Friday.”

  “Okay, see ya Friday.”

  * * *

  At the mall, Smooth headed straight to the Nike Store. After getting two new pairs of Nikes and two new Nike shirts, he headed over to Hop Topic. Inside, he picked up two Affliction shirts and a black light for his room. His next stop was Spencer’s, where he bought a dildo and lotion for Miranda as a joke. He then decided to get the same for Roxy. At the cash register, the clerk gave him a weird look.

  “The dildos are for my boyfriend,” Smooth joked.

  The cashier blushed and said, “That’s $75.14.”

  Paying for his purchases, Smooth decided to call it a day and headed for his car. He thought it was time for lunch, so he headed to Roxy’s. When he arrived, he grabbed one of the dildos and a bottle of lotion, put them in the bag, and went inside.

  The waitress was new, so he said, “My name’s Smooth. I have a reserved seat.”

  “Of course, right this way,” she led him to his table.

  “What can I get you to drink?”

  “Coke, no ice, please. Let Roxy know that I am here.”

  “Sure thing!”

  “Returning with his drink, she said, “Roxy said to give her five minutes. Are you ready to order?”

  “Yeah. Chicken Alfredo, fried potatoes, and dinner rolls.”

  “Okay.”

  Roxy popped up and sat across from him.

  “What’s good, Smooth?”

  “Well, I was at the mall and got to thinking. With you working so much, you probably don’t have time for boyfriends, so I picked you up a little present,” he told her, handing her the bag.

  Reaching in, she pulled out one of the boxes, and her face turned bright red.

  “A dildo?” she whispered, looking around as she hurriedly put the box back into the bag. “I can’t believe you!”

  Smooth burst out laughing.

  “You’re not funny! Wait until I tell China about this!”

  “Hey, she’ll probably laugh, too,” Smooth joked, still laughing.

  “You’re probably right!”

  “Here’s your food,” the waitress said, as she set down his plate in front of him.

  “Wish I had a camera. We could have made millions on America’s Funniest Home Videos with that expression on your face.”

  “Fuck you!” she laughed. “I’m gonna get back to work. Enjoy your meal, asshole!” she laughed, as she headed back to the kitchen.

  * * *

  Parking his car, he grabbed everything he got from the mall and headed upstairs. Opening the door, Zorro came running up. Closing the door behind him, Smooth went into his bedroom to drop off all his stuff. Once he put everything away, he headed back to the living room and grabbed Zorro’s leash. Hooking it on, he headed downstairs and outside. The fresh air felt good. After 30 minutes, he took Zorro back upstairs, and then he headed to Miranda’s with the dildo and lotion. Once inside her apartment, he handed her the bag.

  “Oh, sex toys! Good, I got an idea,” she said.

  She pulled a kitchen chair into the living room and put it in front of the couch.

  “Sit down here,” she instructed, pointing to the chair.

  Once he sat down, she started taking off all her clothes. When she was naked, she sat on the couch in front of him, almost close enough to touch. She grabbed the dildo and pulled her legs up onto the couch, and spread them wide open so Smooth could get a good look at her pussy. She then took the dildo and slid it into her hot pussy. Sliding it in and out, she moaned and made sexy faces. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself.

  Smooth reached out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away, “No touching! Pull your dick out. I want to watch you masturbate.”

  He undid his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He grabbed ahold of it and started to stroke it.

  “Yeah, keep doing that,” she said, as she went back to fucking herself with the dildo.

  It was turning Smooth on so much that he had to keep stopping to keep from busting a nut. Suddenly, Miranda moaned real loud and gasped as she came, staring at Smooth masturbating. Smooth stood up, and walked over to her. He got between her legs and slid deep inside her. It was so tight and wet that he came after six strokes, cumming all inside her. Then he pulled out and sat down beside her on the couch.

  “Fuck it! I’d know it’d be that good, I would have got that dildo months ago.”

  “Yeah, it was pretty good, huh?”

  “Yes it was!”

  “So, what are your plans for the night?” she asked.

  “I don’t have any plans, why?”

  “Just wondering.”

  “What’s on your mind, ma?”

  “Just thinking how nice it’d be to have you living with me.”

  “Well, you already know I got China.”

  “Yeah, I know. That’s the only bad thing. Once China comes home, I’m gonna lose you.”

  “We will still be friends.”

  “But I don’t want to be just friends. I want us to be more.”

  “I know you do, but we can’t. I’m sorry.”

  “At least I will have you ‘til China comes home. I’ll make the best out of it.”

  “You know, China threw a monkey wrench at me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “She told me that she and her roommate were lovers, so it’d be okay for me to sleep around.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. Caught me off guard. She told me how much she loves me and how we’re gonna have threesomes when she gets out, and she acts like it’s no big deal.”

  “So, does she know you’re sleeping around?”

  “I have not told her shit, but the subject has never come up.”

  “Are you gonna tell her about us?”

  “If the subject comes up, yes. But I’m not just going to bring it up like, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m sleeping with Miranda again.’”

  “Come on, I think we both need a drink,” Miranda said, as she put her clothes back on and h
eaded to the kitchen.

  Smooth sat down at the kitchen table while Miranda grabbed two glasses and poured them a drink. She then joined him at the table.

  “Maybe this should be our last time having sex,” she suggested.

  “Why?”

  “Because I already have feelings for you. And every time we make love, I fall further and further in love, even though I know I’m gonna be heartbroken when China comes home. So maybe it’s best we stop now.”

  “I can understand that; and if that’s what you want, I’ll respect that.”

  “Yes, that’s what I want. Still friends; just no more sex, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Now that that’s out of the way, seven of your 10 apartments are rented. I should have you a check tomorrow. I got some people coming tomorrow to check out the other three apartments. I figure I’ll have all 10 rented by Monday. How’s it feel to be the legal owner of two different apartment building?’

  “Feels good. Kinda like I accomplished something.”

  “You should. Not everyone has a chance to own an apartment building. You should really think about going completely legal. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about being shot at.”

  “Yeah, I know. And I want to go legal, but I can’t . . . not right now.”

  “You should do it while you have a chance. Before you end up dead or in prison.”

  “I know, I know. Believe me, I know.”

  “I’m not gonna sit here and beat a dead horse. Just get out while you can.”

  “I will.”

  “You know, now that me and you are just friends, I think I’m gonna try Tinder or Match.com. Try to find me a boyfriend.”

  “Be careful. There’s a lot of crazy people out there.”

  “My luck, I’ll hook up with a serial killer. Someone like Ted Bundy or Hannibal Lecter.”

  “Like I said, a lot of crazy people. Before you date them, check up on them on Facebook and shit to make sure they’re not already married. A lot of married guys get on there looking to get a quick piece of ass.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll check on Facebook.”

  “Good. It’s time for me to get ghost. I’ll holla at ya tomorrow.”

  “Alright. See ya tomorrow.”

  * * *

  Pulling up to Amanda’s apartment complex, Smooth looked around. Nothing caught his attention, so he popped open the trunk, got the four kilos out, and headed up to her front door. She answered after the third knock, opening the door in nothing but a bath towel, looking sexy as fuck.