by J Peach
“You took too long to call so I had to make sho you wasn’t tryna be slick with these tricks you call friends,” I half joked, with a laugh.
Chuckling, Peaches stood on her toes, kissing my chin. “You better leave them alone, they’re known to jump boyfriends and I’m not gon’ be able to do anything but watch.”
“That’s fuck’d up. You gon’ let ‘em jump me?” I picked her up and sat down on a bench facing the dressing rooms.
“No, you know I got yo back,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pushed Peaches up my lap and she shook her head before it came back down and her lips pressed against mine. Her head tilted to the side as her arms tightened around my neck.
Peaches’ lips parted and my tongue slid in. My hand gripped her hips tight as my dick hardened. Damn. Pulling back, Peaches laughed.
“See, you just nasty. Is there ever a time when you’re not thinking about sex?” She asked.
Truthfully, whenever I was around her that’s all I thought about. “Yeah, when I ain’t around yo ass, man, damn. This yo fault, ain’t nobody tell you to kiss me like that.” I should’ve pushed her smiley face ass off of me.
“Like what? It was an innocent peck.” Peaches saying that had me pushing her ass back. “Blaze, stop.” She laughed a cute laugh that had two deep dimples coming to her cheeks.
Being around Peaches fucked with me a lot. Bringing feelings I had no right to have, feelings I didn’t want. I wasn’t no soft nigga, but shid, being around her sometimes had me feeling like that. Especially when I got that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. She had a nigga sprung since day one. It was crazy because I always ended up doing or saying some fuck’d up shit to hurt her.
“Blaze!” Peaches called.
My brows furrowed as my tongue pressed into my left jaw while I looked at her. “Did yo ass just slap me?” Her ass had to have slapped me because my damn cheek was stinging, the fuck.
Peaches’ lips pressed together and she shook her head no before laughing.
“Yo ass did. The fuck you slap me fah?” That mothafucka was laughing and I was serious as hell.
“You weren’t saying anything, you were just staring, not blinking. It’s was like you were in a trance. I heard slapping snaps you out of it, which it did,” she said, pointing to me.
“You gon’ make me beat yo ass, man,” I threatened.
Peaches waved me off and rolled her eyes. “I ain’t worried about it, so why are you at the mall? I thought you hated the mall.”
“N’all, I don’t hate it. I just hate coming with yo ass. Plus, I brought Ace shopping.”
Her brows furrowed at the mention of Ace. “Who’s Ace?”
Ace hopped on the bench next to me, making Peaches jump. “Me. What’s up?” He held his fist out.
Peaches looked at him then back at me and I nodded towards his fist. Tapping it, Peaches looked back at me.
“Who kid is that?” She whispered, but Ace heard her.
“He don’t know my momma, he just took me,” he told her nonchalantly.
The way he said it, the shit sounded bad as fuck.
“You took somebody’s kid? Why?” She asked slowly and I muffed her ass.
“Shut the fuck up, his moms knows he’s with me. I ain’t have shit to do so I brought little homie shopping. Little nigga done broke me too, I’m about to make his ass wash my truck, tho,” I told her, but Ace had stopped paying attention. He was too busy looking at something else.
“His momma knows he’s with you but you don’t know her. What kinda shit is that? For real, who is he?” Peaches asked looking from me to Ace.
“I’ll smack the shit outda you, he ain’t mine if that’s what you thinking. Man, he from my hood. He always get at me whenever I go out there so I brought him with me. We was about to leave when I saw that bright ass car parked a few lanes in front of me,” I told her, but soon got distracted.
“Hey, I’m Ace. What’s yo name?”
Once I heard that, both Peaches and I looked over to see Ace standing up talking to ol’ girl I saw earlier with Bellow. Damn, I can’t think of her name fah shit.
“Kimmy,” she said it a little awkwardly as she looked at Peaches, me, then back to Ace’s little ass.
Taking her hand, he kissed it. “Its nice meeting you, pretty lady. Wanna get some ice cream?” He spit smoothly at her.
My head fell back as I started laughing.
“That’s not funny. What you been teaching that boy?” Peaches said, hitting my shoulder.
“I ain’t got shit to do with that. He was slick, tho.” Licking my lips, I smiled at Peaches. “You wanna go get ice cream with me?”
She laughed while shaking her head. “No, I’m still tryna wrap my head around the fact that you hanging with a kid. What, you couldn’t be with King—”
“Shut the fuck up, I was with King’s ass earlier. I don’t gotda be with that nigga every damn hour. On a stop I ran into Lil Ace and told ‘em he could roll with me. Now you gon’ show me what you in here tryin’ on?”
Peaches got off my lap. “Still, someone leaving their kid with you of all people in Gary, something must seriously be wrong with them,” Peaches said while picking up a gold and white dress.
Getting up, I walked behind Peaches and pushed her into a dressing room.
“Ace, don’t go nowhere, i’ight?” Looking away from Kimmy, he nodded.
“Okay, you got games on yo phone?” He asked me and I looked at Peaches.
“Peaches, you got games on yo phone?” Shid, I ain’t have none. Shaking her head, she handed me her phone and I gave it to Ace. Once in the dressing room, Peaches turned to me with her arms crossed. “What?”
“What? Why do you have this kid and who kid is it? That’s what. Blaze, don’t lie to me,” she stressed.
“I don’t know who his momma is, bitch ain’t no good, tho. But little man always get at me when I’m in Delaney. He wasn’t right, I felt bad for little homie so I brought him with me. He wasn’t doing shit out there,” I explained.
Peaches looked confused as her mouth opened then closed before her brows furrowed.
“What the faces fah?”
“I’m just… just shocked. I mean, Blaze, that’s the most selfless thing you have done since we’ve met. Not tryna sound like a bitch, believe me I’m not, but selfless and you don’t go together. I didn’t even know you liked kids,” Peaches said, looking shocked, like she just didn’t believe I could be selfless.
“That’s fuck’d up you think so little of me, man.” I didn’t take what she said to heart, hell, I wasn’t the nicest mothafucka around, but I wasn’t mean.
“I don’t think of you any less than what you are. In fact, I think more of you than I should. Blaze, you’re mean as hell, so excuse me for being shocked about you doing this,” she stated.
“I’m not mean—”
“Bullshit, Blaze. You’re the definition of mean, rude, inconsiderate— Eep!” Peaches let out a squeak as I roughly pushed her ass against the wall.
“But you with this mean, rude, inconsiderate ass nigga.” Pressing against her, my hands moved down to her ass.
“Yes, I am. I don’t know why I love yo rude, inconsiderate, mean ass, but I do.” Peaches’ arms wrapped around my waist. Her small hands soon slipped under my shirt and she dug her nails into my lower back while biting into my bottom lip.
Licking my lips, my tongue brushed against hers. Peaches’ ass had me twisted in difficult knots and made me question everything that was her. I was poison to her ass and knew it, but I was selfish as fuck.
“Yo ass better stop before you be in this mothafucka screaming. I’m tryna respect that not having sex thing, but keep on and those shorts and panties coming off, fuck with me Peaches,” I told her while pressing my hip into her stomach so she could feel how hard my dick was.
She just didn’t know when a nigga was hard that shit hurt. Her ass was fuckin’ torture. Pushing me back, Peaches grabbed the hem of her shirt
and pulled it off before taking off her shorts.
Chapter 18
Blaze
“Daddy, don’t tease me. It’s not nice at all when you know I want it,” Peaches said as she unhooked her bra. Licking my lips, I watched her as she smiled.
Grabbing her left tittie, my thumb rubbed over her nipple and she slapped my hand.
“Blaze, what are you doing? I thought you were respecting my no sex thing?”
See, this that shit. “Why the fuck you playin’? What I just say? Peaches you gon’ make me slap yo ass.” I was pissed now, her ass playin’ and shit.
Peaches’ hip popped out to the side and her hands went to them. The action caused her breast to jiggle.
Damn my dick is hard as fuck.
“How am I playing? Please tell me.”
“Fuck you takin’ off yo clothes fah—” I started saying. She laughed and again her breast shook. “Ain’t shit funny, why you playin? This shit hurt.”
“Bae, I have to take off my clothes in order to try on my dress. Oh, wait, you thought I was taking it off because of— Oh, no. I’m serious about not having sex with you until I’m considered as your equal and not some bitch you’re fuckin’.” Saying that, Peaches turned around and grabbed the dress hanging from the wall. Then she stepped into it. ”Bae, can you zip me up?”
As bad as I wanted to be mad, I couldn’t. I’d brought the shit on myself.
Damn, I need to stop talking to my moms ass.
After I zipped up her dress, she smoothed it down with her hands. The strapless dress was sexy on her, it hugged every curve right and had her titties sitting nice and perky. Her ass poked out more, she was looking sexy as hell in that mid-thigh length dress.
“So what you think?” She asked and I groaned.
“You look good as hell. So this is what you wearing out?”
Turning to the side, she looked at herself and then at me. “Does my butt look big?” She asked, standing on her tip toes, looking at her ass. My hand came down on her ass, gripping and shaking it.
“That shit ripe,” I told her while shaking her ass again.
Laughing, she hit me. “Stop, I’m serious. Does it?” Peaches glared at me from the mirror as I shook my head no.
“Yeah, man. Yo ass sitting right.” Looking at her ass, my head tilted to the side as I noticed the little spread to her hips and thighs. “Yo ass is looking thick as hell, tho. Can I hit?” Rollin’ her eyes, she shook her head no. “I’ight, man. Hurry up.”
“Wait, where you going?” She asked, grabbing my arm.
“Out there and sit down, I ain’t going nowhere. I wanna take you out fah ice cream.”
“You’re so stupid sometimes,” she laughed. “Now, get out.” Pushing me out the dressing room, she slapped my ass before slamming the door and locking it.
“I’ma fuck yo ass up, Peaches,” I snapped at her. I was gon’ knock her ass out.
“I love you, bae,” she called out to me.
Shaking my head, I sat down on the bench as my phone went off, letting me know I had a new message.
Krystal: Hey, what are you doin?
Me: At the mall with Peaches, what’s up?
Don’t get me wrong, I liked Krystal, but I ain’t wanna deal with her clingy ass all damn day. We kicked it, did what we did, then went our separate ways until next time. My phone vibrated again as Peaches came out.
Krystal: Oh… well nothing just missing you, promise me I’ll see you tonight.
Reading it, I slipped my phone in my pocket. I wasn’t going to respond back because I told her dumbass to call me later.
“What’s wrong with you?” Peaches asked, hitting her knee against mine.
“Shit. Aye, I need to talk you about that damn video.” I forgot all about that.
“Hey, Blaze. We not speaking today, or do I need to kiss Peaches just to get you to say something?” Peaches’ big lip friend asked. Damn, I needed to learn their mothafuckin’ names.
“Yo ass ain’t stupid, you love them big ass lips of yours.”
Her smile quickly dropped and she glared at me. “Fuck you.”
I laughed as she smacked those big ass lips.
“Blaze, what I tell you about messing with my friends?” Peaches said, hitting my leg.
“Her lips is big tho,” Ace said, looking up from the phone and making me laugh.
“We not even talking to you, little boy. Give me my phone back,” Peaches told Ace, snatching her phone from him.
I took the phone back and give it to him. “Man, leave him alone, we just fuckin’ with her. What’s up, tho?”
Her lips formed into a pout, making them bigger as she rolled her eyes. I didn’t even say shit, just shook my head.
“We ready to checkout, you got everything you need?” Ol’ girl asked Peaches.
“Yo, what’s your name?” I asked, but she ignored me. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, getting it wet then I just nodded my head.
“Yeah, I got everything. Here I come,” Peaches told her.
Her friend turned to walk away and I stuck my foot out as she bypassed me, making her dumbass fall. She let out this loud ass scream as she went down. Ace’s little ass fell over on the bench laughing, Peaches dumbass stood there with her mouth wide open like she ain’t know what the fuck to do.
“You i’ight, little mama?” Grabbing her arm, I helped her up. “You straight?” Jerking from me, her big lip ass swung. I dodged back and she missed. “Fuck you swinging fah? Don’t make me slap yo mothafuckin’ ass?” The slap to the back of my head had me turning around.
“Why would you do that, Blaze, fo’real? She could’ve hurt herself, she almost hit that damn rack,” Peaches snapped and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Lips, my bad, man. How about I pay fah yo outfit?”
“Nigga, did you just call me lips? Wait, you gon’ pay for my outfit?” I nodded my head and she raised a questioning brow. “Why?”
Shid, I wasn’t gon’ lie. “Peaches mad, so I’m tryna make it right,” I told her. Hopefully, she’ll let me fuck tonight.
“So you not sorry you tripped me?” She asked slowly.
This bitch was dumb, the fuck I look like. “Hell n’all— Peaches hit me again I’ma knock yo ass the fuck out.”
Peaches jumped at me before rolling her eyes. “Missy, he’s sorry—”
“No the fuck I’m not. I asked that trick her name and she gon’ ignore me, so fuck her— What I just say about hitting me?” I finished saying with a shrug.
Peaches hit me again then grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the register. From the way she walked I knew she was mad. “Blaze, you are too old fah this shit. Why would you trip her and then don’t apologize? Damn, why can’t you get along with my friends or just don’t say shit to them? It’s always something when they around,” she stated. You could hear the frustration heavy in her voice.
Her friends were some crazy, rude ass bitches and I didn’t care fah none of their asses besides the chubby one. She was cool, the only one whose head wasn’t stuck up her ass. The rest of those bitches, fuck ’em.
But this Peaches we talkin’ ‘bout. She been knowing these tricks since middle school, so I couldn’t not like they asses if I was gon’ be fuckin’ with her, knowing she wanted me to be cool with ‘em. So I was gon’ stick to what I usually did before one of them started talking to me and that was ignoring their dumbasses.
Peaches was so quick to call me inconsiderate. I did too much to please her ass, but she was too fuckin’ naïve to see that shit. And that was King’s fault.
Getting behind Peaches, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me.
“N’all, gon’ Blaze. You are so wrong—”
“Shut the fuck up, I’ma leave yo friends alone. I ain’t gon’ say shit to ’em, i’ight?”
Peaches didn’t say anything, she just played with the bracelets and earring on a stand.
“So you gon’ ignore me now, hm?” I hummed against her neck w
hile biting then sucking at the skin. Peaches’ elbow came back hard, hitting me in the stomach. Letting out a small laugh, she glanced at me before rolling her eyes. “Man, cool that shit, boss, I ain’t gon’ kiss yo ass.”
“Then get off of me,” she snapped and I muffed her head to the side. “Gon’ now. You play too much.” Peaches laughed while hitting at my hand. My arm tightened around her waist as the other came to the side of her face, turning her head sideways so she was looking at me.
“I’ma leave them alone, i’ight?” I told her seriously.
She stared at me for the longest, her eyes staring into mine. “Okay, stay close to me until we go our separate ways,” she whispered, making my brows go up. She looked at the big lip friend. Following her gaze, I looked at ol’ girl to see her mugging hard as fuck.
“The fuck you looking at?” Peaches hit me. “What? She mugging me.”
She glared at me while moving up in the line. “Leave her alone. Missy is crazy, she got a fourteen inch machete in her purse. Keep fucking with my bitch and her crazy ass gon’ pull it out.”
I got a Desert Eagle tucked in my jeans, I’ll kill that bitch before she can even reach in her fuckin’ purse.
But because she was Peaches’ girl, I was gon’ let it go and still pay for her shit, only because I was tryna make good with Peaches. Looking back down at her, she laughed before puckering up her lips while standing on her tips.
“Short ass,” I mumbled against her lips before my mouth covered hers. Peaches’ ass had me. I was crazy about that damn girl and she didn’t even realize it. Those two months without her ate at my ass every fuckin’ day, had a nigga feeling like a fuckin’ stalker watching her ass from a distance. She bit at my bottom lip before kissing me once more. She pulled back and wiped my mouth.
“You got lipstick on,” Peaches said with a little laugh, looking around while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Lookin’ back at me, she stood on her tips as she kissed me again. “I love you,” she mumbled. Hearing her say that made me feel like a bitch. Just the thought of Peaches actually feeling that way towards me, knowing what I was into, had me.