Can I Talk to You (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  “Yeah, I got fired. I had quit the HEB job to go work for FedEx because they paid more. Anyway, a few months after I started, they came at a nigga with a random drug test,” he explained.

  “And you failed?”

  “With flying colors.”

  “So, what made you fuck the bitch at the crib?” I wanted to know. “That’s some bold ass shit.”

  “She was living with us.”

  “Who?” I asked.

  “The bitch that I was fucking.”

  “Wait, wait. How the hell did you pull that shit off?”

  “I didn’t plan it. I had been talking on the phone with the bitch, and then one day we met. She was ready…and nigga when I say that she was ready, she was ready. She’s a yellow bone with a small waist and fat ass. She got light cat eyes and everything. Niggas be going crazy over that hoe. Anyway, I fucked her a couple of times, she was addicted to the dick and started talking about how she love a nigga. I kind of picked up on how she was a hoe, I mean…not the walking the track kind of hoe, but the kind that will fuck any nigga that come her way. I even found out that half of the niggas in Haverstock had ran through this bitch.”

  “The bitch be in Haverstock? Oh, nigga your ass is asking for that lick.”

  “Nah, nigga. I strapped up each and every time. Anyway, the bitch would call so much that I started telling Pretty Girl that the bitch grew up with me and was like my sister.”

  “And she believed that shit?”

  “Not really. She was suspicious. Anyway, the bitch called one night crying, telling me how some nigga had accused her of stealing his money and whipped her ass. She was scared and begged me to come get her. I told Pretty Girl and she was tripping hard. I talked her down and she agreed to let me go get her. The thing is…the only way that she was cool with it was when I told her to come with me. So, I had to think fast and send the bitch a text message telling her that my gal was with me. She had to keep the sister roll going and she did.”

  “That’s some crazy shit,” I shook my head.

  “It gets crazier. I talked Pretty Girl into letting her stay for a little while. And at first she was tripping, but then they started hanging together and shit. The bitch was trying to fuck with me, and my conscience wouldn’t let me. So, I think that she started trying to get Pretty Girl to fuck with other niggas, and she was always throwing slugs about Pretty Girl fucking with different niggas. Believe it or not, she was jealous of Pretty Girl. As bad as she is, she was intimidated by my gal. I think it was because Pretty Girl got a lot going on for herself.”

  “Get to the point, nigga,” I interrupted.

  “Okay. Anyway, I realized that the bitch was meeting niggas around the corner from the crib. The bitch was coming back with $30 or $40 dollars, you know… chump change, and Pretty Girl was tripping on a nigga cause I ain’t got a job, so I needed to make something happen. I mean, she actually had a nigga feeling like I wasn’t shit. It was like she was losing respect for me. That shit fucked me up, for real. She wouldn’t even give me no pussy. So, one day after I walked up on that bitch sucking some nigga’s dick in our parking lot, I threatened to put her ass out. She was begging me to let her stay and I got to thinking that I could make some money off of that stupid hoe. I told her to call the chat line and find some niggas to sell that pussy to. That hoe was all game. I made that bitch ask for more money and stop bringing the niggas through the complex. Within like three days, she had fucked like fifteen niggas and had made me like three grand richer. I really only meant to get her to do the shit a few times before I knew what kind of money she could make. But once I saw what that pussy could do, it was like I couldn’t stop putting that bitch out there. After a while, she started whining about how I don’t love her like I love Pretty Girl, so I had to dick her down. Man, after seeing her fuck so many niggas, that bitch turned me off, but I had to do what I had to do.”

  “So, your broad came home early and caught you putting in work?”

  “Basically,” he sighed as his head fell into his palms. Then his shoulders began to shake. I know this nigga wasn’t crying?

  I got up and stood over him. “You good, nigga?” I asked as I tried my best to see if I could see some tears.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m cool,” he nodded while never bothering to lift his head up.

  Personally, I didn’t know how to feel because that nigga had brought that shit on himself. I could tell that he had some feelings for that Pretty Girl broad; but once again, that was his fuck up.

  After Ted settled down and rubbed away his tears on his forearm, he asked me if he could crash at the spot for a few days. Of course, I told him yeah. After all, I couldn’t turn my little brother away, could I?

  * * * * *

  After staying at my crib for more than a month, Ted finally found another job at another warehouse. Shortly after that, he met another broad on the chat and moved in with her. It wasn’t that bad when my little brother stayed with me, but I was so damn tired of hearing about Pretty Girl. He’d tried calling the bitch, but she wouldn’t answer his calls. He even showed up to her spot a few times and she called the police on his ass. That broad was serious about leaving him alone. And he really fucked me up when he came to the crib all misty eyed one night because she told him that she had just killed his baby. I told him that the bitch probably told him that out of spite. She could be lying, you know. But then she busted my bubble when she showed him the papers on her abortion when he showed up unannounced another time. I guess she wanted to hurt that nigga as much as he’d hurt her, but I don’t even think that she knew that she’d probably surpassed making him feel as bad as she did.

  I had sworn off the chat line a minute ago, but one night I got an urge to call. I fought with myself for a while before I gave in and called the line. Once again, I came across Ms. Celebrity. I hadn’t come across her in a hot minute, so I had to shoot her my number. It had to be fate.

  I thought that I lost my touch when Celebrity didn’t call me that night. Actually, it took her three days to hit me up.

  “Killah?” she said when I answered the phone.

  “Celebrity?” I asked.

  “Yeah. How have you been doing? You still on the chat line I see,” she giggled.

  “Really, I hadn’t called in a long time and then when I finally decide to call, you were on there. If we keep running into each other like this, it must mean something.”

  “It just might,” she laughed.

  “I’m serious.”

  “I am too. We’ve been playing cat and mouse for too long now. Let’s just get this over with and you bring your ass over here tonight.”

  “Yeah, right. Stop playing with me, girl.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “Shit, you ain’t said nothing but a word. How do I get to your crib?” I asked her.

  About ten minutes later, I was in my Benz headed to Celebrity, aka Keirah’s, condo. I couldn’t wait to get at her. Life was funny. I got to laughing at how I had been fiendin’ over this broad, and then I thought about how I could easily play her. She would deserve it after the way she did a nigga. But then again, she might be a huge let down like Karen; either way, I was about to find out.

  “I’m outside of your gate. How am I supposed to get in?” I asked her.

  “Oh, I’m about to buzz you in and then you come down here to number 3302.”

  “A’ight,” I said before I hung up the phone. The automatic gate slid open and I pulled inside of the private condos. It was real nice. I knew that she wasn’t some hood rat living in some government apartments.

  By the time I drove down to 3302, she was already standing outside. I quickly noticed that she had slimmed down a lot. She still had those nice tits and thick thighs, but it was all wrapped up in a much smaller package. Personally, I thought that she looked good either way.

  She walked up to my window. “You might want to pull into my garage because this is a nice car you have here.”

  “A’ight,” I nodd
ed as she used her remote to lift her two car garage up. I pulled in right next to a 5 Series BMW. That bitch was clean.

  “Whose ride is this?” I asked as I got out of my car.

  “Mine,” she shrugged, as she hit the button and the garage door went down. “You can follow me,” she instructed, as she led me into her condo.

  I was impressed and that was a rare thing. Her spot was laid. She had a huge floor to wall aquarium separating her living room from her dining room. She had a huge plasma screen mounted to her wall, while all of her furniture was ice white, glass, and stone like mine. She had gigantic mirrors all over the place and a nice fireplace.

  “This condo came with this shit?” I asked her.

  “Well, you know that the furniture in mine. But umm, there were some things that I did myself. Like I paid for the aquarium to get installed and got the fireplace redone, and I turned an entire wall in the dining room into a mirror.”

  “This shit is nice,” I nodded as I looked around.

  “Thank you,” she smiled. “You look real familiar.”

  “I was waiting on you to figure it out. We met like three times outside of the chat line. The first time was before we ever talked on the phone. I tried to holla at you at Metropolis, but you dissed a nigga.”

  “What? You tripping. I never saw you at Metropolis.”

  “Yes, you did. You were leaving out the club with your friends and I grabbed your hand.”

  She took a long look. “Oh my God, that was you,” she remembered. “And then we met at Foot Locker, right?”

  I nodded.

  “Oh my God. How long have you been knowing that we’ve been seeing each other around the way?”

  “That same night you sent me that picture in that yellow tank top.”

  “You still remember what I had on in that picture?”

  “Yeah, I still got it in my phone,” I laughed.

  “Wow,” she let out.

  “Yeah, but the last time I saw you, you had a nigga.”

  “Oh, he’s history. Shit, I just recently broke up with a nigga and it wasn’t the dude you saw me with in the mall.”

  “So, you move fast; is that what you’re telling me?”

  “Not really. I just can’t find anybody to act right.”

  “Or you just run from the good niggas,” I threw it out there.

  “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t be afraid to take a seat,” she sat on her couch. I took a seat right next to her.

  “You smell good,” she told me.

  “You do too,” I smirked as I slid my arm around her.

  “Oh yeah?” she giggled as she grabbed my dick.

  I was caught off guard because I wasn’t expecting her to be so forward, but I liked it. I rocked up instantly and was blown away when she unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out.

  “Damn you’re big,” she moaned as she stroked me, rubbing pre-cum all over my dick.

  “You cutting straight to the chase, huh?” I asked her as she eyed my dick.

  “Yeah,” she sighed, as she stood and slid down her shorts revealing a neatly shaved pussy. For some reason, I felt like a girl waiting to get my cherry popped as I watched her undress. She had no shame as she stood before me stark naked.

  “Damn,” I mumbled. Before I could even wrap my mind around what was going on, she was sliding down on my dick. Naked headed. I never went in these bitches raw, but it was done. There was no sense in spoiling the moment, so I let her do her thing.

  “Oh, this dick feels good,” she moaned as she worked that pussy on me. I could hear her wetness.

  She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits as she bounced up and down. She started rolling her midsection and that shit felt good.

  “You like that?” she asked me as she stared into my eyes.

  “Hell yeah,” I moaned as I stroked her nipple.

  “Okay, tell me when you cumming, daddy. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I nodded.

  “Umm. This dick feels so good inside of me. I knew that this fat ass head would feel good. Make a bitch want to cream all over this dick,” she panted, changing her rhythm and that felt even better. I was starting to think that the bitch knew hoodoo. I was hearing wedding bells ring and babies crying.

  I know that I was supposed to tell her when I was about to bust, but her tight pussy was feeling too damn good. I couldn’t stop myself from letting loose inside of her.

  “You cumming?” she asked me.

  I nodded and she hopped off of me and fell to her knees. Then she sucked what cum I had left in me and swallowed every drop. What fucking planet was this broad from? In just ten minutes, she’d managed to blow my mind.

  Keirah sucked my dick until I was erect again and this time I took control. I had her ass bent over the couch while I beat it up from the back. I had her screaming at the top of her lungs. Once again, she caught me off guard as she reached between her legs and grabbed my balls while I was fucking her. She massaged them and I couldn’t take it. I shot a heavy load deep inside of her.

  I had never shared that kind of sexual chemistry with a broad before. We fucked in damn near every room of her condo and I lost count on how many nuts I busted after number five. She wore a nigga out, and I didn’t even remember falling to sleep. All I knew was that she woke me up at five in the morning saying that she had to be at work and that I could let myself out. Typically, I would have left right then, but I was too damn tired. I could barely keep my eyes open as she talked to me. So, I fell right back to sleep the second she finished talking.

  I woke up about one that afternoon. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept that long without even realizing it. My stomach was growling and before I could stretch good, my cell went off. I reached down on the floor and grabbed it.

  “Hello.”

  “Are you still at my house?” Keirah asked.

  “Yeah, what’s up?” I yawned.

  “Your ass was tired, huh?” she giggled.

  “Hell yeah,” I chuckled.

  “I left some breakfast in the microwave for you.”

  “Oh yeah? You must’ve known that a nigga would wake up hungry,” I laughed.

  “Yeah. I hope you like waffles because that’s what I made right along with a breakfast chop, some scrambled eggs, and hash browns.”

  “That’s the business right there.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. A nigga appreciate that shit. Especially since you did all that shit before you left for work.”

  “I hear you. Well, make sure that you lock the door when you leave. If you can, move your car out of the garage and close it back. Then you can just go out the front door after you lock the doorknob’s lock.”

  “I got you,” I told her.

  “Alright. I’ll call you later,” she promised, before she hung up.

  The breakfast that Keirah made for me was good even with me having to reheat it. She could throw down in the kitchen. Everything was just right. I ate at her dining room table feeling like a king in her little palace.

  By the time I finished eating and headed home, it was a little after 3:00. I noticed that I had three missed calls on my phone from an unknown number. I decided to call and find out who was trying to hit me up.

  “Hello,” a female voice answered.

  “Ay, who this?” I asked.

  “Is that how you greet people now?” the chick asked.

  “Man, who is this?”

  “This is Karen.”

  “Oh. What’s up?”

  “Nothing really. I was just wondering why I hadn’t heard from you.”

  “For real?” I replied dryly. She was trying her best to play crazy. “You know how busy a nigga is.”

  “I know, but I miss you,” she pouted.

  “Yeah? Well, let me hit you back and we can talk about it,” I rushed.

  “Okay,” she sighed.

  I was so glad to get out of that conversation. I was trying to be nice, but that broad just couldn’
t take a hint. I wasn’t fucking with her like that anymore.

  As the day grew old, Keirah crossed my mind. Usually, after I lay down the pipe, the broads would begin blowing my cell up. She hadn’t called once since I left her crib. It took me a while to notice that because I was so busy checking on a few of my traps, but once I sat still for a second it hit me. I had to know what the deal was, so I called her.

  “Hey, Killah,” she giggled the moment she answered.

  “What’s up mama? You busy?”

  “No. I’m just laying down. I took a nap the moment I got off of work,” she yawned.

  “Oh, so that’s why you didn’t hit a nigga up?”

  “What? Nigga, these phone lines work both ways.”

  “You right. You right,” I chuckled.

  “I know. But you have to realize that I work long hours and be tired by the time I get off. Sometimes calling people can be the last thing on my mind.”

  “I heard that. So, when can I see you again?”

  “Right now, if you want.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” she laughed.

  “Well, I’m on my way.”

  “Alright. Call me when you’re at the gate.”

  For the second night in a row, I slept at Keirah’s spot. She claimed that she was tired, but I couldn’t tell by the way she handled me. She had me working up a sweat and I was having trouble keeping up with her. I guess the seven year age difference was a factor. She was so passionate in the bedroom. A nigga could really get used to this. Had I finally found what I’d been searching for?

  Chapter 15

  Keirah

  I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up with this ultra-fine ass nigga. He just came into my world at the weirdest time. I wasn’t even thinking about a man right now. I figured that they ain’t nothing but trouble. Just last month I adopted this new outlook.

  Just a week after I put Ted’s sorry ass out, I went down to the clinic and terminated the pregnancy. What was sad was that not one ounce of me felt any guilt. I was so ready to move on from that brief moment that I stayed suspended into stupidity. Never again though. It took me like two days after the abortion to feel better, and that’s when I went shopping. I was losing weight so rapidly that I couldn’t fit much in my closet. I couldn’t believe what the stress of life could do to a person’s body. One would think that I intentionally lost the weight, but they’d be absolutely wrong. I never really wanted to go below a size ten and there I was pulling up my eights because they were baggy. I wanted to eat, but every time I ate, Ted and his indiscretions would cross my mind. Then the food would start tasting like sandpaper.