Can I Talk to You (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  “I ain’t really in the mood for some dick,” I told him as devious thoughts ran through my mind.

  “So, what you want? You want this tongue in that pussy instead?” he smiled.

  “Shut up,” I giggled as I crossed my legs, because his last words made my clit thump.

  “You like that shit!” he chuckled lightly.

  I watched him as he slid off the couch and on to his knees. “Let me show you something,” he whispered, as he reached for my shorts.

  “No, what are you doing?” I asked him, uncertain of how far I wanted to take things.

  “Just relax, pretty girl,” he spoke softly, as he gazed into my eyes while sliding off my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so my pussy was already exposed, so he pushed my legs apart and ran his finger down my slit.

  “Damn, you wet,” he whispered as he softly stroked my clit with his index finger.

  I found myself grinding against his finger and even lifted my legs on to the couch granting him full access. “Ooh,” I moaned.

  He removed his finger and leaned in running his tongue across my clit. After making slow subtle strokes, he picked up the pace. I was enjoying the sight of him covering my pussy with his entire mouth while he gave me mountains of pleasure. Right when I was about to reach a climax, he stopped. He reached over and took off my shirt and bra. He stood and quickly undressed. His pretty dick immediately sprung up. It was perfect. His dick was long and thick with a huge mushroom-shaped head.

  I didn’t even have time to resist as he placed his penis up to my lips. He had me in such a freaky zone that I threw caution to the wind and wrapped my lips around his length. I wanted to show him how hot he had me by sucking him as hard as I could. I was trying my best to swallow him whole. I could tell that he was enjoying it as I stared into his eyes as I bobbed up and down on his dick.

  “Fuck,” he gritted as he grabbed my ponytail. That encouraged me to go harder and he gripped my hair even tighter.

  “Slow down, pretty girl. You gon make me cum,” he moaned.

  I ignored him and kept on slurping. Seconds later, I could feel his body stiffen and then his dick began jerking. He released all of his babies inside of my mouth; and for the first time in my life, I swallowed every single drop.

  “Oh my God!” he let out as he continued to empty himself into my mouth.

  “Whew! Damn, girl,” he breathed, as he collapsed on to my couch.

  “You need to hurry up and catch your breath cause I ain’t finished yet,” I told him as I took his dick right back into my mouth.

  “Keirah, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked softly.

  I didn’t answer as I sucked his dick back to life.

  “I can’t let you do me like this,” he moaned, as he stroked my hair. “You gon make a nigga fall in love.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked as I finally released his dick. It was standing straight up saluting me. I stood up and straddled him. I then slowly slid down on his piece. His head was so big that every stroke made my clit tingle. No other dick had ever felt that good sliding inside of me.

  I couldn’t help it as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Look at you,” Ted moaned as he gripped my ass cheeks. “You like that dick up in this pussy?”

  “Umm hmm,” I moaned.

  “No, I can’t hear you,” he growled as he gripped my ass harder and dug deeper inside of me. “I said, do you like that dick up in this pussy?”

  “Yes!” I shouted as he bounced my body on his lap. The slapping of our skin was getting louder and louder and turning me on.

  I started palming my breasts and rubbing my nipples as I rode him. “That’s right, baby. Can you suck one of those tits?”

  I was more than happy to show that I could as I licked my right nipple. “That’s right, baby. Yeah, do that shit.”

  He sat up and hugged me as I continued to ride him. “I’m about to let loose up in this pussy,” he growled. Right then, I could feel him releasing inside of me.

  “Damn, that was good,” I let out as we both fell back into the couch. We both just laid there breathless with him still inside of me.

  “Hell, yeah,” Ted smiled as he caressed my ass. “I can see myself doing this every day.”

  “I hear you talking,” I giggled.

  “No, pretty girl, you will see. Watch.”

  Chapter 9

  Killah

  “Trent, do you have to leave now? You just got here, baby,” Karen whined.

  “Yeah, I got some business to handle. I’ll call you when I finish,” I told her as I placed my clothes back on.

  “Awh,” she pouted.

  “I’m a call you,” I said again as I grabbed my keys off of her dresser. She walked me to the door and I gave her a hug.

  As I walked to my car, I couldn’t help but think about calling the chat line to find a freak to get my rocks off. Karen was beautiful and sexy, but she just didn’t do it for me in the bedroom. She was one of those chicks that had to have all the lights off and had to be under the covers to do her thing. I mean, I was all for her being a real woman, but what happened to being a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets? She didn’t like getting completely naked, so she always kept on her shirt while we were fucking. And then I never knew if I was even pleasing her because she was as quiet as a mouse when I was trying my best to break her back.

  At first I thought that maybe she was just getting used to a nigga, but months had passed and the same shit was going on. She constantly told me that I was satisfying her, but her reactions told me something entirely different. The chick really had some issues. She’d just recently admitted to me that she was raped as a child and has some sexual hang ups. She said that she has trouble not feeling dirty after sex, and I guess that’s why she always hops in the shower the minute we finish having sex. I might’ve been okay with that if she would at least let me join her but that wasn’t happening. Until this day, I still haven’t seen her completely naked. The reason why I still fuck her at all is because she has some good pussy. It’s nice and tight and stays wet, but that’s just not enough. We’re not back in the damn fifties. I need fireworks in the bedroom when I’m with a broad. I try to look at the positives she has on her side, but it just ain’t enough. We have to be compatible in every aspect.

  I was slowly, but surely, losing all interest in Karen, but it was becoming harder by the day to end things with her. She was acting like she was in love already. One day, I showed up to her crib and her mama was there. She didn’t mention that shit when I talked to her over the phone. She introduced me as her boyfriend and I just smiled and went along with it. After that, she just started assuming that we were together. She’s a nice girl with a good heart, so I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I was to the point where something had to give. I was getting tired of making two damn trips every night. My first stop would be to her crib to chill and then the next was to the random broad’s house that I’d called off the chat line. I needed to be able to get all that I wanted in one pit stop.

  I was trying to wing myself off of calling the chat every night, so I called my little bro to see what his crazy ass was up to.

  “What it do, nigga?” he asked as he answered the phone.

  “Ain’t nothing. Where you at, nigga?” I asked him.

  “Shit, right now I’m over here on Antoine.”

  “Antoine? Who live over there?”

  “My little friend,” he said, sounding like he had a huge smile on his face.

  “Somebody new?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You met her on the chat?”

  “Yeah. I think I’m in love, nigga,” he chuckled.

  “In love? Where Shay at?”

  “At home,” he sighed.

  “When you going home? It’s already going on twelve.”

  “Shit, I don’t know,” he laughed.

  “You don’t know? How long you been over there?”

  “Two days.”

 
“You living there now or some shit?”

  “No, I’m just chilling. But I gotta go to work tomorrow, so I need to head to the crib tonight. I need my uniform.”

  “Nigga, Shay gon have your shit waiting on the curb when you make it home.”

  “On the cool, I don’t even give a fuck,” he laughed.

  “Ole girl must live by herself.”

  “Yeah, she do. She cute and ain’t got no kids,” he bragged. Usually, all of his Section 8 broads had two kids at least.

  “She got a job?” I asked.

  “Yeah, she work.”

  “Oh shit, you trying to move in on that ass,” I laughed.

  “If she let me.”

  “Shit, you better watch out, nigga. She ain’t on Section 8. Your ass will fuck around and have some real bills to pay,” I teased.

  “Shit, I ain’t tripping. I’ll drop out for her.”

  “It’s like that, nigga?” I asked surprised. He usually didn’t like dealing with broads that he had to put in work to be with. He liked everything easy.

  “Hell, yeah. She gon be my future wife, nigga,” he said seriously.

  “She must have some good pussy to have your ass talking like that.”

  “Nigga. Man…when I tell you that she’s a fool with it. I can’t even explain that shit. She got a nigga speaking in tongues over here,” he laughed.

  “You crazy, boy,” I chuckled.

  “So, where you headed tonight? It’s too early for you to retire in.”

  “Shit, I might swing by the Richmond strip and see what’s popping over there.”

  “Yeah, it’s gon be bitches for days out there.”

  “I know it. I might call up Big Jeff and ‘nem and see if they gon fall through.”

  “Oh, I know y’all niggas finna do it big then. Big Jeff’s ass love to show out. If I wasn’t chilling with my boo, I’d be right out there with y’all niggas.”

  “I know you would.”

  “Baby, what you doing?” my brother spoke to somebody in the background. “Stop it girl. Ooh, quit playing. Quit playing,” he moaned into the phone.

  “What the fuck?” I uttered.

  “Oh, my bad, big bro. Let me hit you back cause this girl gon make me fuck something up,” he snickered.

  “Yeah, handle that, nigga,” I replied, before I hung up the phone. It sounded to me like my little brother had found himself a freak and she was turning his ass out. If it wouldn’t have been fucked up, I would have told him to slide me her number when he was done with her. I needed a bitch like that in my life.

  I decided to head to the southwest side and hit up the Richmond strip. There were so many clubs to choose from, but I didn’t really feel like going in any of them, so I picked the spot with the busiest crowd and parking lot pimped. I hopped out of my Escalade truck and posted up. I hit my niggas – Big Jeff and ‘nem – and they told me that they would be headed my way in a sec. While I waited for them, I scrolled through my phone. I came across Celebrity’s number. I still think about the day that I ran into her at Footlocker.

  I was mad at myself for not being able to get at mama. I could still picture her in those jeans looking sexy without even trying; but then again…she was just so damn pretty. I could understand why her man was mugging me like he wanted to do something to a nigga, but I still had something for that ass. I didn’t give a fuck about flirting with the next nigga’s bitch, so that was exactly why I spotted them walking through the mall and followed them into Footlocker.

  I waited for the perfect opportunity to approach her; which ended up being harder than I thought because her man was right there every step of the way. He wanted her input on everything he picked up and made sure to rest his hand right on her waist, while he was browsing. So, when she stepped away from him I had to strike. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was digging a nigga, but something in her was hesitating. I wanted so badly to tell her how we keep running into each other, because she seemed to be clueless as to who I was. In the end, she left with her nigga; but I told myself that if I had another run in with her again, that it had to be fate.

  Chapter 10

  Keirah

  I was mad as hell that I had to work on Valentine’s Day. I didn’t have anything planned, but it would have been nice to at least be able to make something happen on the day of love. My friend Ted and I were still in the dating zone; so basically, we liked each other, but we hadn’t made shit official. I was cool with that because I was enjoying being single and liked the idea of not having to answer to anyone. My girls and I had been kicking it and going out quite often. But on a day like Valentine’s Day, I wished that I was involved in a serious relationship.

  I was manning the self-checkout monitor while a cashier took her break. The store was packed and I was running all over the place trying to help different customers. I don’t know why people go to a self-service line and still want you to ring up all their shit for them.

  “Keirah,” I heard someone say from behind me.

  I turned around and saw Ted. He was holding the largest white teddy bear that I’d ever seen; he also had a bouquet of red roses and too many balloons. I was really surprised.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked him.

  “I had to bring you your Valentine’s Day gifts,” he smiled.

  “Keirah, I’m jealous,” my co-worker, Sherry, teased.

  “Whatever.” I gushed. “Tasha, can you watch the check-out, while I take this stuff to my car?” I asked another co-worker.

  “Yeah, go ahead,” she nodded.

  “Come on,” I laughed as I grabbed Ted’s hand and guided him out of the store.

  “Thank you,” I smiled, with a quick kiss once we were outside.

  “That’s all a nigga gets?” he furrowed his brows.

  “Oh, you know that you’re going to get more than that when I get off,” I said seductively.

  “Oh yeah?” he beamed. “Well, let’s put this stuff in the car so that you can get back to work. Where did you park?”

  “Over there,” I pointed before we both walked in that direction.

  We made it to my car. “This bear can barely fit in here,” he alleged as he struggled to place the teddy in my backseat.

  “I know,” I laughed as I held my roses. “I hope that I’ll be able to see with that bear and all those balloons back there.

  “I know, right,” he sniggered as he closed the car door. “Come here,” he demanded, as he pulled me close and kissed me.

  It felt so good to be in his arms as our tongues tangoed. “Umm,” he moaned. “I can’t wait for you to get off. I’m gon tear that pussy up.”

  “I can’t wait either, so let me get back to work.”

  Ted came over that night and made my V-Day very special, and the day after and the day after that. I had never met a man more attentive. Ken would do things with my urging, but I never had to ask Ted to do anything. It was as if he was inside of my head. He knew all of my desires; especially sexually. He could make me have multiple orgasms, and up until dealing with him, that was unheard of. He really had me going and I was subconsciously waiting for the day when he’d drop the ball, but the day hadn’t come yet.

  Before I knew what was happening, I was in a full-fledge relationship and falling deeply in love. It was frightening. He had moved all of his things in, making us official. It was like I was breathing Ted. He was my thoughts, my air, and my sanity. I know that it wasn’t easy for him dealing with me after what I’d gone through with Chantez. I was now having nightmares and would often wake up in cold sweats. There were still two months left before Chantez would be released from jail, but that did nothing to ease my fears. Every time that I’d wake up trembling in fear, Ted was right there holding me and telling me that he was with me and wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. I can’t tell you how safe that made me feel.

  Ted was a little different from my past boyfriends because he had a legitimate job. He worked for FedEx and made a pretty decent l
iving. Every month he gave me money toward the rent since he had no idea that it had been paid for. He took out the trash without me asking, and he always had positive things to say about me. My mama met him and insinuated that he probably just needed a place to stay. I didn’t expect for her to have anything nice to say about him, but I wondered why she couldn’t just be happy for me for once. That saying that misery loves company is so true.

  My girls were all complaining again that I didn’t have time for them anymore. For once, I realized that when you really have a good man, you have to compromise and make him a priority. So, as much as I loved my friends, my man and our relationship came before them. Besides, I had grown to enjoy staying at home and getting dicked down much, much, more than hanging out in clubs.

  Things in my life were getting better and better. A customer came into Home Depot and told me that the post office was hiring. I decided to apply. I heard that the pre-hire exam was difficult, but I knew that I was always good at tests. I passed on the exam on the first try. I was then offered a position starting at $18 an hour as a mail carrier. I jumped right on that opportunity. I didn’t know how to act.

  Ted was so happy for me that he took me to the Aquarium, which was a restaurant as well as an actual aquarium, to celebrate. The food was expensive, but he said that his Pretty Girl was worth every penny. I was appreciative and showed him by sucking his dick the entire ride home in the car that night. Then when we made it home, he told me that he loved me for the very first time. Yeah, life was good.

  Chapter 11

  Killah

  “Fuck,” I moaned as this young, sexy, nineteen-year-old broad sucked my dick.

  I was reclined back in my seat as she gave me some good brain in the AMC movie theater’s parking lot. I had called her at 6:00 and here it was 7:30 and my dick was already down her throat. I was so into it that I barely realized that some nigga had parked behind me blocking me in.

  “What the fuck?” I frowned, as I sat up and looked into my rearview mirror. I spotted two niggas getting out of the car that had me blocked in. I tried to grab my gun under my seat, but that bitch was on me preventing me from reaching it. “Say, raise up off of me,” I gritted.