“Yeah, I’m a hang up and send you one right now.”
“Bet,” he said as he hung up. He then looked up at me. “Man, I hope that this bitch ain’t ugly.”
I just laughed at my boy. I really couldn’t call what was ugly for him. He was about 6’4” and was built like a football player. The bitches loved him though; I guess cause of that Cherokee Indian look with the nice grade of hair and reddish brown skin he had, and the fact that he was getting money went a long way too. But me and his taste were so different. If you asked both of us who was the finest out of Beyonce and Kelly Rowland he’d say Kelly all day, and I would have to go with Beyonce, and not because she was lighter or some shit like that, but because she was thicker. He liked a slim petite something with a cute face, and I liked mine thick and curvy with beauty out of this world. He’d take a slim cute ghetto broad any day, while my girl had to be somebody that you didn’t see every day on the streets; a show stopper.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he boasted as he looked at the broad’s picture that she’d just sent him. I glanced over his shoulder and saw a little slim chick looking just like his type. I couldn’t see her face clearly though.
“Let me send this broad a picture so that we can get this shit started,” he said excited.
About five minutes later, he was back on the phone with his new friend. He was trying harder to get her to agree to let him come see her. She just kept saying that her girl this or her girl that. I told him to just give it up and call the chat line to find the next freak, but he wanted that particular girl.
“Come on, little mama. Let me meet you somewhere today,” he urged.
“Hold up,” she halted him. “You think that you can take me to a gas station or something to meet him?” she asked her girl.
Whatever her friend said was muffled as she moved her phone around. “You be tripping, bitch. That’s why when you have little Trent Jr. I’m going to pinch his little ass.”
As the girl talked, I was all fucked up in the head. Who the hell was she talking to?
Big Jeff must have been thinking the same thing as he gave me a strange look.
“Ask her what her girl’s name is,” I whispered.
“Ay mama, what’s your friend name?” he asked.
“Why you want to know?”
“Cause I want to know the name of the girl that’s cock blocking a nigga,” he said thinking on his toes.
“Her name is Keirah,” she revealed.
“Bitch, don’t be telling that nigga my name!” I heard her yell in the background.
I snatched Jeff’s phone. I couldn’t help myself. “Ay, can you give Keirah the phone?”
“Who is this?”
“Don’t worry about that. Tell Keirah to get her ass on the phone,” I snapped.
“Girl, it’s a nigga on the phone demanding to talk to you. He sounds like he knows you.”
“That nigga don’t know me,” I heard Keirah say.
“Tell her fat ass to get on the phone!”
“Girl, he said get your fat ass on the phone.”
“What?! Hell no, this nigga got me fucked up.”
I knew that that would get her ass.
“Hello, who the fuck is this?”
“This is Trent, man,” I sighed.
“Nigga, you was about to get cussed straight the fuck out.”
“Calm your ass down.”
“Whatever,” she sassed.
“I see you got your friends calling the chat line like you, huh?”
“I don’t call the chat line anymore.”
“Since when?” I wanted to know.
She paused for a second.
“Since the day you left here.”
“Let you tell it,” I sighed.
“Well, I haven’t,” she snapped
“Well, if that’s the case then who was that nigga you were with at Walmart?”
“Oh my God,” she breathed into the phone. “That was my ex-boyfriend that I’ve told you about a million times. His name is Ken and he asked me to meet him there. He wanted to talk about some unresolved shit between us.”
After I thought about it for a second I did recall one of her ex’s name being Ken. In fact, that was the nigga that she’d been with the longest. But still, what the fuck did they need to talk about after all this time?
“Yeah, okay. Ain’t it something that you need to tell me?” I asked, changing the subject before I got pissed off all over again.
“What?” she asked, playing crazy.
“You know, I never had a chance to ask you about that the last time I saw you…you swallowed a watermelon or some shit?”
“Ha, ha, ha. Very funny,” she mocked me.
“No for real, we ain’t gon talk about the obvious?”
“What are you asking me?”
“Keirah, stop it.”
“No, I’m serious,” she said with a hint of laughter.
“You want to play?” I snapped.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she broke out into giggles.
I hung up on her.
* * * * *
Keirah
“He hung up on me,” I laughed.
Tameka was looking at me like I was crazy.
“What?” I asked her.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“That was Killah,” I snickered.
“What was he saying?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“He was saying something,” she insisted.
“He didn’t say anything worth repeating.”
“Well, I’m about to call his friend back,” she said as she reached for her cell phone.
I snatched it away. “No you not.”
“Bitch, you tripping. Give me my phone. It ain’t my fault you scared to talk to your baby’s daddy.”
“I ain’t scared to talk to anybody. You can call that nigga when you go home,” I tossed her cell to her.
“That baby has you tripping,” she shook her head.
“Fuck you,” I gave her the finger.
We sat and joked and she seemed to forget all about Trent’s little friend and I was glad. I didn’t have the energy to deal with him and I wanted to keep her out of my business.
* * * * *
Killah
It wasn’t hard to convince Big Jeff to ride out to Keirah’s with me since he wanted to get at her little buddy. I had to confront that stubborn ass girl. Who the fuck gets pregnant by a nigga and neglects to tell him? She was acting like the damn victim in the situation and it was pissing me off. She never ever wanted to admit when she was wrong.
Just as I made it to 1960 my cell went off. It was Danielle. “Hello.”
“Where are you?” she asked, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
“Around. What’s up?”
“We need to talk,” she sniffled.
“About what?”
“I don’t want to talk about this over the phone. Is there somewhere we could meet?”
“Not right now.”
“Well, how about in a few hours?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Let’s just play it by ear.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Did I do something to you?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Because you’ve been acting real strange these last couple of days.”
“Wow. No offense, baby, but you don’t really know me enough to really know if I’m acting strange or not. This could be my usual self.”
“Well, I’m talking about the self that you presented to me.”
“Look, baby girl, on any given day I could feel and act a certain way. I told you that I just broke up with somebody and that’s a polite way of saying that I ain’t trying to be your man. I mean…nothing against you, but it’s just a bad time. I like you and thought that you understood where I was coming from, but then you got to talking about love. If I was a cold-hearted nigga, I’d just tell you whatever you wanted to hear;
but I respect you enough not to do that. So, since I felt that we wasn’t on the same page, I backed up a little.”
“What if I promise you that I’d back off a little?” she asked.
“I don’t know, honestly. Just let me get back to you on that. I got a lot of shit going on right now and I don’t want to put you in the middle of my bullshit.”
“So, are you saying that it’s over?”
“Umm, no. Like I said, I like you. I just want to put some things in perspective. You got the number and I got yours.”
“I guess that I can live with that for now,” she sighed, sounding like she’d cheered up slightly.
“A’ight well, I’ll hit you later,” I told her before I hung up.
I can honestly say that I’m not always the best gentlemen, but I pride myself of being an intelligent man. It didn’t take me a million times to bump my head before I realized that something had to change. Karen had taught me a valuable lesson about letting a woman down the right way. I could have been cold to Danielle, but that would’ve just left a bitter taste in her mouth, and I would never again underestimate the capabilities of a scorned woman.
Until this day, I still didn’t know how Karen found my house, or how she knew where my aunt lived. That bitch was certifiably nuts. She damaged two of my cars and left horse shit at my front door. She called my phone so much that I had to get my number changed again. She left letter, after letter, on my windshield even when I wasn’t parked at home. So, that meant that the crazy bitch was following me. The shit didn’t stop until I sent somebody to kick in the bitch’s door and spray paint, I know where you stay too!!! all over her walls.
“Nigga, ole girl live here?” Big Jeff asked as I pulled up to the condos.
“Yeah,” I nodded as I searched for the remote that accessed the gate. I never gave Keirah any of the keys or remotes back.
“You be finding bitches with money.”
I shook my head. He was tripping. We just had different standards that led us to two different worlds sometimes. I didn’t give a damn about a woman’s money. She could be in school and broke as hell, I just needed to know that she was about something.
Once we pulled inside the gate, I drove back to Keirah’s spot. I knew that she wasn’t in for the day because the Beamer was parked outside.
“I see her car is here.”
“Which one?” he wanted to know.
“That black on black thang right there,” I nodded toward her car.
“That’s hers? Nigga, don’t tell me you tricking like that?”
I gave him a look. “If I did buy her that it would’ve been nothing, but Baby got that on her own.”
He nodded. “I hear you, nigga.”
We both got out of my car and I decided to go through the garage and sneak up on Keirah’s ass. I used my key to unlock the door in the garage that lead into the condo. We walked in and I saw her friend sitting on the couch. The moment she saw us she screamed.
“What the fuck are y’all doing in here?!” she yelled.
Keirah came running out the room with a stiletto in her hand. “What’s going on?”
I was laughing so hard that my stomach was hurting. “What the fuck are you going to do with that shoe?”
Her chest was heaving up and down because she was breathing so hard. “You scared the shit out of me,” she huffed out of breath as she held her chest.
Big Jeff was chuckling too. “Man, you gon give these ladies a heart attack, dog.”
“How did you get in here, Trent?” Keirah queried as she walked down the stairs.
“With my key.”
“Don’t you mean my key?” she asked as she stood in front of me.
“No, I got in with my key,” I corrected her.
“Whatever,” we both said at the same time.
“Are you mocking me?” she asked.
“No,” I shook my head. “Come on,” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. “What’s your friend’s name again?”
“Tameka.”
“Tameka, that’s Jeff, the nigga you were on the phone with. Keep him company for me,” I called out to Keirah’s friend as I pulled Keirah in the room.
“You still want to play?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” she played dumb.
“Girl, you nuts, you know that?” I said as I rubbed her belly. Right then the baby kicked. I had never felt a more powerful connection.
“Uh,” she moaned. “I hate when he does that.”
“He?”
“Yeah,” she nodded.
I stared into her eyes. “Is this my baby, Keirah?” I finally asked her.
She scrounged, “What do you think?”
“Why you gotta be a smart-ass all the time? Is this my baby?” I stressed.
“Yeah,” she blew out hot air as if I was getting on her nerves. “You knew that, so I don’t know why you asked.”
“So, when were you going to tell me?”
“When you decided to come and talk to me again. We weren’t about to chase you.”
“You need to get your attitude adjusted, girl,” I pointed, as I moved so close to her that the only thing left between us was her belly. The baby had her glowing. No…better yet, my baby had her glowing and I had never seen anything more beautiful. Her skin was smooth and her hair was even longer. It seemed like everything about her had changed for the better.
“Why are you all up on me, Trent? You don’t want me, remember?”
I waved my head, “I never said that.”
“No, you just left me standing there begging you.”
“Girl, stop being so overly-dramatic. You act like I walked out on you for nothing. You lied to me.”
“And I apologized for that,” she whined.
“After you had been caught red handed,” I reminded her.
“I know, Trent. I really was scared, but I’m ready now.”
“You were scared, huh?”
“Yeah. You remember the first time we met?” she asked me.
“How could I not?”
“Well, I never forgot that day, either. I remember feeling like you were too much for me. Like I couldn’t handle you.”
“You didn’t know me to assume some shit like that.”
“I know, but that’s how I felt. You scared me, so I ran. I didn’t like feeling like I don’t have control and I knew that I would have none with you.”
“That’s crazy,” I shook my head.
“But I was right. I don’t have control over anything now. Not my actions. Not my emotions. Not my sanity. Not my heart. But you know what?” she smiled.
“What?”
“I like it. The way that you make me feel overshadows all of my fears.”
The baby kicked again and we were so close that I felt it.
“He’s active, huh?” I asked her as I placed my hand on her belly.
“Yeah,” she smiled as she placed her hand on top of mine. “I miss you,” she confessed, as she looked into my eyes.
“I missed you too,” I admitted, before tilting my head down for a kiss. I don’t know about her, but I saw fireworks, the sun, the moon; all that shit.
I pushed her toward the bed and I laid her down. I took my time in undressing her. I gave the baby a kiss before I made my way lower. I found myself in a place that I hadn’t been since Courtney. I was face to face with her pussy. It was so fat and plump. I had to taste her.
Keirah tasted so good that I stayed down there for damn near an hour. Her juices were soaking the bed. She moaned and I licked faster. I zoned out. Her body began trembling. Then her pussy did something that I’d never seen before. It squirted. Man, I was turned on. I resumed eating her pussy until she came again. I knew that she couldn’t take what I was putting down because she started pulling away from me.
“Be still,” I told her as I held down her thighs.
“Baby, I can’t take no more,” she panted.
“You don’t have a choice,”
with that I went back in head first. A pussy never tasted better. Maybe it was because she was carrying my seed, I don’t know; but whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough. I had been away from her for over a month and it was too damn long.
“Aw Trent! Trent, baby!” she howled as she gripped the sheets while arching her back. “What are you doing to me?”
“Shh,” I shook my head into her pussy lips.
“Fuck!” she squealed as her body shook. Finally, I pulled away.
I sat back and watched my handy work. She was breathing hard causing her juicy melons to continuously rise and fall, making my dick even harder.
“Baby,” I uttered as I stroked my dick.
“Huh?” she barely got out.
“Come ride this dick.”
“Okay,” she breathed, as she lifted up and crawled over to me. I laid back as she straddled me. She lifted that ass and slid right down my fat pole. She was contracting those pussy muscles like only she can. Her walls gripped me as she slid up and down. We could hear her wetness. It was driving me crazy.
“Damn, mama,” I moaned as I gripped her ass cheeks.
“Fuck me, baby,” she urged as she slammed her ass into my thighs. “Fuck me.”
I lifted my hips and drilled into her, causing the tits to bounce.
“Yeah, just like that. Fuck me!”
Our skin continued to clap as I pounded into her as she fucked me back. The pussy had never been this good before. We were both losing control. She was riding the shit out of me and the bed was squeaking. I knew my boy and her girl could hear us loud and clear. Still, I didn’t give a fuck. She was showing me what that pussy was made for.
“Yeah, yeah!” I blurted as I smacked that ass. “Uh, damn baby. Ride that dick. Ride it, girl.”
“Like this?” she asked as she squeezed my dick.
“Hell yeah.”
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
“You love it? You love me?”
“Of course.”
“That’s why you put this baby up in me, huh? This pussy made you do it?”
“Hell, yeah,” I moaned. Damn, she was putting it on a nigga. I felt like Jodeci. Take my money, my house, and my cars. For one hit of you, you can have it all. Keirah was the truth. “Oh shit!” I yelled out, damn near sounding like a little bitch. I was about to cum and it felt so damn good.
“Give it all to me, daddy. Fill this pussy up!” she couldn’t have said that shit better. I definitely filled her ass up as I let loose inside of her.
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