Can I Talk to You (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  “Well, the sex between me and Chantez was good, but I hardly think that is the reason he wants me back,” I revealed, as I tried to stay focused on the road. I couldn’t wait to drop her and her rugrats off at the motel.

  “Whatever,” she sighed.

  That’s when I realized that I needed to find myself some better friends. I needed friendships that weren’t drama filled and didn’t drain me at time.

  * * * * *

  I was hoping that Trent would be sleep by the time I returned from dropping off Kerry, but he was sitting in the living room wide awake. There was so much that needed to be discussed, and I didn’t have the energy for all of that.

  “You dropped ole girl off at the room?” he asked as he took a drag from his blunt.

  “Yeah,” I sighed as I took a seat on the couch.

  “What was y’all talking about? I know she had some questions.”

  “Yeah, she had a few questions, but I didn’t have many answers.”

  “That’s what’s up,” he nodded while staring at me with those hazel eyes. “So, you cool now? I mean is there anything else that you would like to ask me about that situation?”

  “No,” I shrugged.

  “You sure, cause after tonight, I ain’t trying to hear about this shit.”

  “I’m sure. It’s water under the bridge.”

  “Cool, cool,” he noddedm as he blew smoke out of his nose. “So, you know there was some other shit that we needed to talk about, right?”

  I sighed again. “Yeah.”

  “A’ight, it’s like this. I ain’t trying to fuck you and all the niggas on the chat line.”

  “What?”

  “When you fuck with a person that’s fucking with multiple people, it’s like fucking every person they fucked and so on. I know that we never discussed being committed, but if you fucking other niggas then I can’t deal.”

  “So, you’re saying that if I’m sleeping with anyone else, then you don’t want to fuck with me anymore?”

  “Exactly,” he nodded.

  “I think that you’re being unfair. You haven’t mentioned anything about a relationship, but you want to tell me about what I can and can’t do.”

  He gave me a look. “A relationship? Girl, you trip me out sometimes. After I hustle I come straight here. I’m starting to forget how my house even looks and you want to talk about a relationship. What the fuck are you thinking? You of all people should know that time is valuable and especially mine. So, ask yourself if I would be spending all my free time here if I thought that this wasn’t going anywhere. You ain’t that damn dumb.”

  “You could’ve been passing time away.”

  “Baby, if I was just passing time with you, I’d get my nut and chill for a few. That would be me passing time. Not going to sleep with you and waking up to you every day.”

  I was listening to it all. I didn’t know what to say. “Well, I’m not sleeping with anybody else.”

  “But you still open to meeting other niggas?”

  “No…well, not really.”

  He shook his head. “It’s all or nothing with me.”

  “I understand.”

  “Do you?” he asked while his eyes burned a hole through me.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, we’re not going to have this talk again, right?”

  “No,” I sighed.

  “A’ight, Keirah. I’m on some grown-up shit and I don’t like to play games,” he warned.

  “Same here.”

  * * * * *

  Killah

  “Damn, baby,” I moaned as I watch Keirah swallow me whole.

  I swear that girl had some magic lips. I wanted to scream out like a bitch as she sucked my dick. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Okay, baby. That’s enough,” I took my piece out of her mouth. “Give me some of that pussy.”

  She didn’t say a word as she got off of her knees and climbed on top of me. She slid right down on me. Her walls were gripping the hell out of me. I pushed her legs open a little more so that I could dig deeper as I gripped her ass.

  “Ugh, I love you,” she whispered.

  Was I hearing her right? “What?” I asked her.

  “I said that I love this dick,” she moaned. That wasn’t what she said the first time, but I wasn’t going to put her on the spot.

  After we finished slapping skins on the couch, we had round two in the shower. Then we wrapped up in towels and watched TV for a couple of hours. I was in straight relax mode until I saw the commercial. John Singleton had a new movie out called, Hustle & Flow. It seemed like something that I’d like, and I was the type of man that did shit as soon as it crossed my mind. So, now I wanted to go to the movies. It was Sunday and the perfect day to go the theater. My only problem was getting Keirah to hop up and go like me. I knew that she wouldn’t mind going, but just hopping up and going wasn’t something that she did very often. Everything had to be perfect before she stepped foot out the door. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated that she took pride in her looks, but damn. I was not trying to sit around for another two hours while she got ready.

  “Baby, I’m about to make a run to Walmart. Are you going to roll with me?” I asked her.

  “Yeah. I was just thinking that I needed a few things from there.”

  “A’ight, so go throw on some clothes,” I urged.

  “Okay,” she breathed, as she stood up and let the towel that was wrapped around her fall to the floor.

  My dick sprung to action. It took everything in me to let her walk away. After I settled down, I headed upstairs and went to the closet. Over time I had left so much shit at her spot that I now had my own section in her closet. I grabbed some gray Roca Wear sweats and a white tee. I had Jordan’s fresh out the box that I hadn’t had a chance to rock, so I grabbed them as well.

  As I was dressing, I peeped out what Keirah decided to wear. It seemed like she had picked a few pounds back up and it looked great on her. That ass was looking right as she slid in her black and white Roca Wear sweats. She then pulled a fitted Roca Wear black and white tee over her head. In that little get up, she was looking just as sexy as if she’d put on a form-fitting dress. The outfit was plain, but showed off all of her curves. And I mean it seemed like the few pounds that she’d gained had went straight to her ass. She put on the black and white Forces that I bought for her after hearing her say that she wanted some. She pulled her long hair up into a ponytail, making her slightly slanted eyes look even tighter. My Baby was so damn pretty that it almost seemed unreal.

  About five minutes later, we were both in her Beamer. I liked the fact that my girl’s ride was just as clean as any of mine, so that’s why I suggested that we take her car. She didn’t mind, but made me drive. I swung by Walmart and grabbed my hygiene shit while she browsed the books section. Then we headed to the theater. She just sat back and bopped to the music until I pulled into the theater’s lot.

  “Where are you going now?” she asked.

  “To the movies,” I mumbled as I found a parking spot.

  “You playing right?”

  “Nah,” I shook my head.

  “Killah,” she spoke as she stared at me.

  “What?”

  “Look at what I’m wearing.”

  “Okay?”

  “And you want to be seen with me like this?”

  “Baby, ain’t nothing wrong with what you have on. It’s just the movies,” I chuckled.

  “But why didn’t you say something before we left the house? I could’ve worn something better,” she complained.

  “Because, you would have taken all day and by then I would have changed my mind about even going.”

  “I don’t take that long to get ready,” she sniggled, as she playfully hit me.

  “You’re saying that because you’re not the man that has to sit around and wait on you.”

  “Whatever,” she giggled.

  “Come on, baby,” I said as I got out of the car.
/>   * * * * *

  Keirah

  I followed Trent to the line formed outside the theater. He would pick a day to come to the movies when everybody and their mama was there. I knew that people were going to come out in droves to see this new John Singleton movie. Everywhere I turned, there were niggas. I felt so out of place with my sweats and ponytail.

  There were cute chicks there with much nicer outfits, but Trent didn’t seem to notice as he wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood in line. Every so often, he would place a soft kiss on the back on my neck. I caught a few broads watching the scene play out. After he paid for our tickets, he grabbed my hand and led me inside the lobby of the theater.

  “You want to get some popcorn or something?” he asked. For a second I just stood there staring at him. Sometimes I tried my best to find his faults…and had yet to fine one.

  “No, I’m kind of craving some chocolate.”

  “Craving?” he asked with a raised brow.

  “That’s just the word I chose to use,” I let him know, before he got any bright ideas.

  “But I wouldn’t mind some Reece’s mini hard candies and a cherry Icee.”

  “A’ight, come on,” he led us to the snack bar.

  “Can I get a strow?” asked the most country lady I’d ever seen with black, as night skin, which was a total contrast to the honey blonde wig she wore. She was talking to the young girl around the counter.

  “Yes, ma’am,” the young white girl said. “The straws are right here,” she discreetly corrected, as she pointed at the straw dispenser sitting right on the counter, directly in front of me and Trent.

  “Oh, shit,” she said as she chewed on her bubble gum. She had gold on every other tooth and her ruby red lipstick was on most of them. “Excuse me y’all,” she said as she popped her gum.

  Trent leaned back so that she could reach the straws. She smelled like a human brewery. “Shit, I need my strow to sip on me some wine,” she whispered loudly, as she looked up and gave us a grin.

  “I know that’s right,” Trent chuckled as the older woman walked away. He wrapped his arm around my neck and whispered, “That’s gon be you in a few years.”

  I had to laugh. “You got me fucked up.”

  After he paid for our snacks, we made our way inside the theater. It was damn near impossible to find anywhere to sit and we ended up at the very top. I sat back and enjoyed the movie. When the movie was over, I couldn’t wait to get to the bathroom.

  “I gotta pee,” I whined to Trent as we headed out.

  “I gotta piss too,” he laughed.

  I was so glad that the restrooms weren’t too far from theater. I ran into the restroom seconds away from pissing on myself. I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of me when I finished relieving myself. I went to wash my hands and noticed a group and glamour chicks. Each girl had their hair and clothes on point. One light-skinned chick was wearing the hell out of some thigh high boots.

  “Your boots are so cute,” I complimented, as I washed my hands and looked at her in the mirror.

  “Oh, thank you. They’re by Christian Dior,” she smiled.

  “Oh, really?” I nodded. “Where’d you get them from?” I asked as I dried my hands.

  “Saks Fifth.”

  “Yeah? I’ma have to check that out.”

  The girl and her friends all headed out of the restroom right ahead of me. Before I could even walk around them, I heard her say, “Trent, what are you doing here?”

  That’s when I walked around her and her little crew. Trent locked eyes with me and then looked back at the girl. “I came to see a movie like you,” he frowned.

  “Really? Well, who did you come here with?” she asked.

  “With my gal,” he sighed, sounding annoyed. “Baby, are you ready?” he asked me.

  “Yeah,” I nodded as I walked over to him.

  The girl with the cute boots eyes searched my body up and down. “Your gal?”

  “Yeah, come on, baby,” he commanded, as he pulled me away.

  “Who was that?” I asked, ready to go off.

  “Nobody,” he mumbled as he pulled me along.

  Once we were outside, I snatched my hand away from him. “Who was that nobody?” I fumed.

  He took a deep breath. “That was an old friend. I used to fuck with her. Her name is Karen and I haven’t fucked with her in a while. Way before I even got with you.”

  “Let you tell it,” I said, using his own line on him.

  He chuckled. “So, you mad now?”

  “No, I just didn’t like the way she was looking at me. I actually complimented the bitch on her boots while we were in the bathroom. She probably thinks that I’m some tack head, jockeying her style and shit.”

  “So, who gives a fuck about what she’s thinking? If anything she’s thinking that you’re the broad that got what she want.”

  “I guess,” I shrugged.

  “Come on, man,” he grabbed my hand again. “You driving home. I’m tired.”

  Just as we walked back to my car, that chick Karen and her friends walked passed us. I caught them all checking out my car and that made me feel a little better. I was hoping that the bitch realized that my attire was in relax mode that day, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t bring it.

  Once we made it home, I was tired as hell and hated that I had to wake up early the next morning. My stomach was upset, but I thought that it would go away. But two hours later, I found myself kneeling over the toilet throwing up everything I ate that day.

  Trent was so comforting as he held me that night. He easily made me forget all about my nausea as I fell asleep in his arms.

  * * * * *

  Killah

  My week had flown by and I hadn’t spent much time with Keirah. If it wasn’t for the fact that I slept at her crib, we wouldn’t even see each other. A lot of shit was going on in the streets and I couldn’t handle my business laying up under her. So, I wouldn’t even creep into the condo until she was in a deep sleep. I had to give it to her, though, not once did she complain.

  Since it was Friday, I decided that I’d finally bring her to my crib. I kind of wanted it to be a surprise so I just told her to take a ride with me. When she asked me where we were headed, I told her to just sit back and ride.

  “Who lives out here?” she inquired when I pulled into my subdivision. She was looking around like she was at an amusement park. I knew that from her was because the homes started in the low threes. That is considered rather pricy in Houston.

  I didn’t bother to answer her as I pulled in my driveway. She looked out the window. “Who lives here?”

  “I do,” I shrugged, as I got out the car.

  “You playing, right?” she queried as she got out of my car too.

  “No,” I shook my head.

  I used my key to unlock the door. “Ladies first,” I held as I opened the door for her.

  She stepped inside and gazed around in awe. “This is not your home, Trent.”

  “Why ain’t it?” I raised a brow.

  “I mean…I know that you’re doing your thing in the streets, but damn. This is like my damn dream house.”

  “Well, if you play your cards right, this could be your house too.”

  “Yeah, right,” she sighed. “You probably have a million bitches running through here.”

  I waved my head, “You’re the first girl to ever step foot in my house.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “I’m for real,” I grabbed her by the waist and placed a kiss on her soft face. “Come on, let me show you upstairs,” I led her up my spiral staircase.

  We went straight to my master bedroom. “You have your bed sitting on a damn platform?”

  “Yeah, I wanted something different.”

  “I ain’t trying to sound brand new, but I have never met a man with some shit like this. And you’re just twenty-eight?” she shook her head. “This can’t be you.”

  “Well, it’
s me,” I laughed, grabbing her hand. “Let’s check out the bathroom.”

  We walked into the master bathroom. “Damn, it’s huge in here. You got the all-glass walk-in shower and Jacuzzi style tub.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I nodded, as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Let’s test the shower out.”

  “Nigga, are you crazy?” she snaked her neck. “We just came out of that cold ass weather and now you wanna get in some water?”

  “Girl, please. Ain’t nobody tell you to wear some damn shorts with boots. It’s winter time. You better stop trying to be fashionable in the dead of the winter,” I teased.

  Actually, I thought that her little outfit was sexy as hell. She was rocking an oversized linen shirt with a thick brown belt wrapped around her waist. Her brown shorts were so short that I could barely see them underneath the shirt and the thigh high brown suede boots were making her legs look irresistible. Her long hair had huge flipped curls. She looked like she had just stepped off of someone’s runway.

  “Well, you can take a shower while I watch,” she cheesed, as she sat on the edge of the tub.

  I kicked my jeans and boxers off. “Oh, I get it. You just don’t want to fuck up your hair and shit. Well, you can go get it done again tomorrow.”

  “You are really losing your mind. I just got my hair fixed yesterday.”

  “So?” I pulled her on her feet. “Take this shit off,” I unhooked the belt and lifted the shirt above her head.

  She stood before me in just a bra, those shorts, and boots. “Baby, you looking like a stripper,” I teased her.

  “Really?” she asked as she dropped down and bounced her ass just like a pro.

  “Girl, you better stop playing,” I warned, as I pulled her up. “That’s what you do when I ain’t around? Huh?” I teased, as I kissed her lips softly.

  I unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. “You better take off those boots before they get wet.”

  “Help me,” she whined.

  I didn’t have a problem with unzipping her boots and allowing her to step out of them. I then pulled her shorts down. “You never wear any panties,” I laughed as I pulled her into the shower. I turned the water on and let it hit her hair first.