by J Peach
I slapped the fuck outda her in the mouth. “Man, watch yo fuckin’ mouth. She ain’t no bitch and you not being her ain’t got shit to do with what the fuck I’m asking.”
Jerking out of my hold, she sat beside me, rolling her damn eyes. That shit irritated the fuck outda me, I hated when Peaches did that shit.
“Roll ‘em again, I’ma pop those bitches out.”
“Why you always do this? I bet any money you don’t pull this bullshit with ol’ girl. You treat me so wrong.” Her arms folded over her chest, her lips poked out like she was a damn child. “Yo ass would flip out on me if I call that girl out her name, but yo ass don’t do or say shit when she be yelling bitch this or hoe that. You don’t say shit, but once I do you wanna snap at me.”
“Get that bullshit outda here. I don’t treat you no differently until yo ass get disrespectful. Name one time Peaches ever stepped to yo ass wrong?” I waited for her to answer, but she ain’t say shit. “Fuck I thought, yo ass always spitting shit at her. She ain’t fuck’d up ‘bout yo ass, that be you—”
“You told me you were done with her, that you weren’t fuckin’ with her like that no more, that we were rocking. But as soon as she shows up, it’s like I wasn’t shit. Blaze you was kissing her ass a few days after telling me you wasn’t fuckin’ with her. Yeah, the shit I be saying is messy as fuck I know, and at the time I’m saying it I’m honestly not thinking because I’m mad and hurt.
“You be straight wrong, but you don’t see that shit, it’s just always me. I’m not some hoe you gon’ keep playin’ with, Blaze. If you gon’ be with her then be with her and leave me the fuck alone. Real shit, because I’m not gon’ keep doing this and be the only one getting hurt in the end. Then you turn around and ditch me at the mall, I swear you act like you just don’t give a fuck. I don’t know why I keep trying.”
Why the fuck every bitch gotda be emotional? Between her and Peaches ass, I don’t know which one is worse, damn.
“Yo ass steady bringing up old shit when you knew what it was from jump, so don’t try to make it seem like I made you believe some other shit. I ain’t never lied to yo ass about nothing. Not once have I ever said or implied that we were ever gon’ be together. We cool, that’s it. You got yoself thinking that shit. That ain’t my fault, that’s yours. If I ain’t say it then you shouldn’t be thinking it, simple as that.
“When I said we gon’ rock, I meant being cool on some real type shit, I wasn’t saying we gon’ be together. If you took it that way and ain’t know fah sho then you should’ve came to me, but now that you stuck in yo gotdamn feelings, don’t turn that shit on me. If you didn’t understand what I was saying then you should’ve asked and not assumed shit, period.”
“Blaze, you was still coming over here after the whole thing at the Rex, just like with that shit at the car lot, we was right back together after that. So what was I supposed to think? We were still kicking it, Blaze.”
“So what? How the fuck did us chillin’ make you think we was gon’ be together? Shid, not once did I get that from drinking or smoking with yo ass. Krystal, just because you messy, you cool to kick it with on some real shit, but yo ass just need to learn how to shut yo fuckin’ mouth and stop lying. Now, whatever you take from me saying that is on you. I ain’t ever tell you we was gon’ be together. As a matter fact, I said this wasn’t a relationship—” I started to repeat what I told her when we first met. But she cut me off.
“And when I started treating it like one then you was gon’ drop me, which you haven’t done. You still be calling and coming over here.” She finished my sentence for me.
I laughed at her ass, bitch was too cocky. “Man, I don’t call yo ass no mo, I been stopped, fuck you talkin’ bout? When was the last time I called or texted yo ass? Be real, when?”
She smacked her lips and looked away from me. Even though she did, I knew she rolled her eyes and I pushed her ass, making her fall on the wooden table in front of us.
“I told you to stop doing that shit. Now when was the last time I called you?”
“Nigga, when yo girl came to the lot,” she stated as she got up off the floor and came around the table to hit me. “Yo ass bet not push me no damn mo.”
“I called yo ass back, that’s what the fuck I did. Get the fuck outda here with that shit,” I said, smacking her bare thigh hard before leaning back on the couch and staring at her thick thighs. “You had on pants when I got here.”
“Stop, that shit hurt and I can change if I wanna. I done already told you, yo ass ain’t shit to look cute for,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
I couldn’t help myself, she was sexy as fuck and my dick was quickly growing hard. Sitting up, I grabbed her by the waist then lifted her up, placing her on my lap so she was straddling my legs.
“Nope. Blaze, let me go. This that shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout. We can be like this now, but once ol’ girl come around, I’m just a hoe that sucks yo dick,” she told me while rolling her eyes.
“I ain’t never called yo ass a hoe and I don’t treat yo dumbass no differently until you start that bullshit. You ain’t my bitch, tho, so that jealousy shit yo ass be pulling, you need to kill that act. Shit ain’t cool. This déjà vu like a mothafucka. Why the fuck we still on this shit, man? Let this shit go.” Scooting down on the couch, I spread my legs, then pulled Krystal up on me.
“Blaze, whatever. I’m not about to play no games with you. The lying I’ll stop because it’s childish as hell and unnecessary. I feel so stupid now. Apologize to yo girl for me.” She shrugged, pushing her hair over her left shoulder. My head nodded at what she said. With a lick of my lips I just stared at her. “Blaze, stop looking at me like that.”
“Shid, I’m just listening to what you saying. I don’t play games, man, yo ass know that shit. If we gon’ rock then we are, all that extra bullshit, keep it. That jealousy shit you doing gon’ stop. If we chillin and you see Peaches, yo ass ain’t even got to say shit to her. Like I said, she ain’t worried about yo ass so don’t fuck with her, be grown about the shit.”
“I ain’t gon’ say shit to her, but we ain’t rockin, Blaze. I’m not about to continue to get hurt—”
“Why the fuck yo ass gotda bring yo fuckin’ feelings into shit? Damn, y’all some emotional ass mothafuckas. So we can’t be cool because yo ass done caught feelings? Baby girl, that ain’t my fault. Man, yo ass knew what it was so kill that hurt shit, we friends that’s it nothing else.”
She got up then. “Why, because you got yo bitch? So what, I’m just the friend that sucks yo dick? Fuck you, Blaze—” She started walking away, but I snatched her ass up. Grabbing the back of her shirt, Krystal fell back, tripping over my legs.
“Fuck I tell yo ass about that bitch word. Shut yo emotional ass the fuck up. Fuck you getting mad fah, because I don’t want yo dumbass as my main? Get the fuck outda here with that bullshit. I ain’t bout to keep goin’ back and forth with yo dumbass about the same shit.”
“Yo ass ain’t even got to be here, the fuck? You don’t wanna go back and forth, but I don’t see yo ass trying to leave. You know where the door at. I’m not holding yo ass here, Blaze. If you don’t wanna do this, leave,” she snapped, getting in my face and I muffed her head back.
“Shut the fuck up before I slap the fuck outda yo dumbass.” That bitch was about to make me knock her ass out. “Get the fuck out my face.” Pushing her ass back, I got up. I wasn’t about to sit there and argue with that emotional ass bitch.
“The front door is that way—”
“Shut the fuck up, I know where the damn door at.” Going to a door, I stopped to look at her ass. “You gon’ come watch me piss?” I asked her as I walked in the bathroom to the toilet, lifting the seat. As I was using the bathroom, I stared at her and Krystal rolled her eyes while crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Once I finished, I let the seat down and flushed the toilet. Her ass still wasn’t saying shit.
She was just watching.
Blaze
Krystal’s ass was a lot like Peaches in some ways. She wasn’t a fighter like her, but she talked hella shit and was straight forward. Even though I wasn’t fuckin’ her, I liked her dumbass. She was cool and knew how to suck a dick. Shid, I wasn’t gon’ be the sensitive mothafucka that they asses wanted, both they asses knew that.
After I washed my hands, I leaned against the sink, still looking at her.
“Don’t look at me like that. You got what you came here for.”
“I’m hungry as hell, you gon’ make me breakfast?” Again she rolled her eyes.
“No. I’m about to go back to sleep, it’s still early.” She shrugged. Standing in the doorway in front of her, I pulled Krystal to me. She smacked her lips once I had her pressed into me.
“Don’t be smacking yo damn lips, man. I’m hungry, you gon’ make me something?” I asked, letting my hands slide down to her ass. Getting a nice grip, I picked her up and left the bathroom.
“No, Blaze. Now put me down for real— Eep!” She let out a squeak as I dropped her on the bed. “You play to much, gon’ Blaze. Why you wanna do this?” She asked as I pulled my shirt off. Sitting my gun on her nightstand, I climbed on top of her.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Undoing the tie in front of her shorts, I slid my hand in them, laughing. She didn’t have any panties on.
How the fuck I miss that?
“For one, you got a girl—”
“What we doing? It ain’t like we fuckin’, so kill that.” Feeling how wet she was, I wanted to fuck. Pressing two fingers against her clit, I started rubbing in a circular motion.
“Blaze.” She let out this moan and my dick twitched. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her hand went to the back of my head, bringing my face closer to hers.
My mouth covered hers as I pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy. Hitting her g-spot, my thumb rubbed her clit. Krystal moaned into my mouth and grabbed my wrist as her hand pressed into the back of mine, pushing my fingers further inside of her.
“Mm, Blaze, fuck me.” As hard as I was, damn it was tempting, but I couldn’t fuck her. It was bad enough I was doing that to her ass, but shid, I liked her.
Damn, I wanted to fuck, needed to fuck.
“No, don’t stop—”
“Shut up.” Pulling my hand from her shorts, I took them off of her. Krystal’s hands quickly went to my jeans, tryna undo them. “The fuck you doing, man? N’all.” I wasn’t about to fuck her ass and she knew that shit.
“Why not? You can finger fuck me and eat my pussy, but you can’t fuck me? Seriously Blaze?” She asked as if she couldn’t believe it.
It may have sounded crazy, but I couldn’t fuck her. I wanted to, no doubt. But shid, in my book when my dick entered her pussy, then it was considered cheating. Fuck’d up psychology, but that was me, which was why I wasn’t gon’ fuck her. Eating her pussy was a whole other thing, but even that I only did once. Krystal was a virgin when we met and probably still would’ve been if my fingers ain’t pop her cherry a few months back. She wasn’t Peaches, tho.
“Man, shut the fuck up with that shit. Why yo ass so fuckin’ desperate to fuck a nigga?”
“How the hell is me wanting to have sex with you desperate? Blaze, I love you, so why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you? I want you to have me. What is so wrong about that? We do everything else— Wait, where you going?”
I ain’t got time fah this shit, she talkin’ ‘bout love? Get that bullshit outa here.
I didn’t even answer her ass as I got my gun, pulled my shirt on and made my way out of the room only to have her grab me.
“Get the fuck off me, yo ass talkin’ that bullshit I ain’t tryna hear, boss. So I’m out.” I started walking again.
“Blaze, what is this then? The shit we do, friends don’t do, shouldn’t do— Blaze would you wait, God!” She yanked on the back of my shirt, slowing me down. Krystal moved in front of me, blocking the front door.
Fuck was she tryna do? I wasn’t about to get into her feelings with her ass, I couldn’t fake shit I ain’t feel. Yeah, she was cool, but I ain’t want to be with her ass on some real type shit.
But with those pretty doe-like eyes staring back at me, desperate, she’d fuck around and get a nigga in trouble.
She wasn’t Peaches, but Peaches wasn’t her either. Krystal wasn’t that hard, tough ass bitch she tried being. She was a niggas friend type chick, that friend you went to when yo bitch was on that bullshit. She was the worst type of female created. I should’ve just slapped her ass or choked her, either one to get her ass out my way, but shid, I liked her dumbass.
“Why the fuck you tryna make this more than what it is? You ain’t doing shit but giving yoself a hope that ain’t happening. I’m with Peaches, man. And no matter what we do, I’m gon’ be with her, that ain’t changing. We cool, baby girl, that’s all we gon’ ever be.” Licking my lips, I ran my hand over my face. I ain’t never in my life felt bad about hurting a bitch feelings until I met both Peaches and Krystal’s asses. They fucked with a nigga head.
Shid, I was tempted to kill both they dumbasses and be through with it.
Krystal’s face turned red as underneath her eyes got puffy. Seeing that reminded me of Peaches that night. Damn, killing they asses wasn’t sounding too bad at that moment because the feeling only got worse when they asses started to cry. They were fuckin’ with me bad without even knowing it.
“Man, wipe yo fuckin’ face. Fuck you crying fah?” Krystal smacked my hand away from her face as I went to wipe her eyes. “Now, I can’t touch you?”
“You just… You playing, Blaze. I don’t get it and I want too. If you gon’ be with her then do that, I’ll step back—”
“You’re gonna step back from being my friend?” Licking my lips, I grabbed her arm, pulling her to me.
“If that’s what this is, then yeah. Blaze, I’m tired okay. I give so much to you only to get nothing in return. I’ve never had to deal with shit like this, ever. My feelings are all twisted into you and you’re basically telling me that don’t mean shit. So what’s the point in me trying to hold onto you when it’s obvious you don’t want me to?” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she asked. Shit was all fuck’d up.
“Shid, you gon’ do what the fuck you want. I can’t change yo mind. If that’s how you feeling, step back. You gon’ always be my girl, tho, on some real shit. You need me, you got my number.” I wasn’t gon’ sweat over no bitch, especially if it wasn’t Peaches ass. Even tho she was cool and I liked her, she wasn’t Peaches, period. “I’ight,” tilting her chin, I kissed her.
“See, this is what confuses me. You say all that shit then wanna hug and kiss all over me.”
“The shit I say, I mean. What fuck you want me to do, lie to yo ass? Huh? It ain’t no pleasing you needy ass mothafuckas. When a nigga being real with yo dumb ass you can’t accept truth. Do what the fuck you want, I don’t give a fuck. You cool, but I ain’t gon’ beg yo ass to fuck with me.”
Letting her go, I moved to go around her but she stepped in my way. I had this crazy urge to roll my damn eyes at that, but I ended up laughing instead. “Now what? Yo ass either want me to leave or you gon’ make me breakfast. I ain’t about to play with yo ass.”
“I can’t stand you, sometimes. I wish I never met you,” she said, pushing past me and walking down the hallway. Her ass swung from right to left, man I wanted to turn that ass red.
I should’ve just turned my ass around and left.
Krystal was the worst type of female, the kind that was bound to get a nigga in trouble.
“Blaze, stop looking at my ass and tell me what you want to eat?”
Worst type of female, no doubt.
Chapter 15
Blaze
“Damn, Blaze, you cleaned that plate,” Krystal laughed as she took our plates in kitchen.
“Man, that shit was good as fuck. I told yo ass I was hungry. You thought I was playin’?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Why?” I asked while pulling her up on my lap.
“No reason really, just trying to see how long I have you for, is all.”
Laughing, I leaned back into the couch. “I’m free until somebody calls asking for me. Where yo car at? I didn’t see it outside.” Grabbing the remote, I turned on the TV.
“In the shop,” she said, shrugging. I waited for her to explain why, but her dumbass didn’t say nothing else. “What? Why you looking at me like that?” I pushed her ass back, acting as if I was about to make her fall. “Stop, you play too damn much.” Krystal snapped, punching me in the chest.
“Scary ass, what’s wrong with yo car?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with it, the damn thing was smoking so I took it to Broadway Muffler’s the other day.” Taking her car up there was a dumb thing to do.
“You know they gon’ fuck yo shit up?” I warned her.
“Don’t say that, I need my car,” she said.
“I’m telling you, yo ass might as well start looking for something else. Why you didn’t call me? I could’ve sent it to the garage.” Krystal rolled her eyes then smacked her lips before getting off my lap. The fuck wrong with her? Grabbing her arm I pulled her back down. ”What the fuck wrong with you, now?”
“If yo ass didn’t leave me at the mall then you would’ve known. And I did try to call you, but you didn’t answer.” She shrugged, rolling her eyes and I muffed her head back. “Stop, but that’s the main reason I called you the day yo girl showed up at your car lot? I was gon’ say something to you about my car after we left, but ol’ girl popped up and that whole thing happened.”
“That’s yo fault that shit happened, dumbass—”
“You shouldn’t have kissed her, that was fuck’d up. You had just told me y’all weren’t together like five minutes before she even showed up, then you turn around and kiss her.” Krystal smacked her lips at the end of her sentence, looking dumb as hell.