Down With the King of the South

by Diamond Johnson

  I sent the text message that I needed to send to Jashae, and I waved Jabari off. He was right, but I still waved his ass off.

  9:45 P.M.

  “I think that’s her car right there. Ima park next to her,” I said to Jabari as we entered the parking lot and I saw the brand-new Lexus truck that Jashae had.

  The lights were on inside the car, and I could see movement, so I figured that she and Mahogany hadn’t got out yet. I felt like a fuckin’ kid inside the candy store to see that Jashae hadn’t stood a nigga up, and she actually came. I just knew that once ten o’clock came and the fight was getting ready to start, she was going to be on some bullshit, talking about she had a headache or some shit. Basically, just looking for any excuse not to come out tonight.

  I parked my car next to hers, and Jabari and I quickly got out. I smelled Chanel No. 5 perfume, and I knew that it belonged to Jashae because I had learned that fragrance was like her signature scent. She looked beautiful tonight. Niggas definitely were going to think shorty and I were on a date because she matched me with her colors. She was in a lime green Shane Justin dress that stopped just a few inches down from the middle of her thighs, and a pair of nudish colored strappy heels were on her beautiful feet that had her looking a few inches taller than what she really was.

  She had mentioned on the phone earlier that she was leaving the hair salon, and I could tell that she’d gotten her shit done because her hair was bone straight, floating down her back and making it look like a weave that the bitches I liked to fuck with who long Pocahontas weave tend to wear. I swear shorty didn’t need make-up, and she had to have known that because she didn’t wear any. There was gloss on her lips, though, that I wouldn’t have minded tasting. I was standing next to the most beautiful woman in the world, so I considered myself lucky. I was in all white, but I did have a pair of lime green Yeezy’s on my feet, so our shit looked planned, but it wasn’t.

  “Wowwww, Jashae? Really? Why didn’t you tell me that this goofy ass nigga was going to be here? I would have stayed my ass at home,” Mahogany’s loud ass said. She couldn’t stand my cousin.

  He pulled down on his beard and looked at Mahogany the same way that I was looking at Jashae. Jashae laughed, showing off that one dimple that she had.

  “Because I knew that you wouldn’t have come. Miami, tell your cousin to be good to my friend tonight,” Jashae said, walking over to me and giving me one of those phony ass church people hugs.

  Our bodies barely touched as she wrapped one of her arms around me quick as hell and then pulled away.

  “Mannnn, ain’t nobody thinking about her ass. You want a nigga to fuck with you. Keep it pushing, shorty,” Jabari called out to Mahogany.

  I wouldn’t even blow his cover and tell them how he damn near begged for me to get Mahogany to come out tonight.

  “No, sweetheart, it’s actually the other way around. You want a bitch to fuck with you, and seeing that I don’t, it causes you to act out of character and say stupid ass shit out of your mouth to me. Don’t say nothing to me tonight, and I won’t say nothing to your ass,” Mahogany said, and Jabari laughed while throwing his hands up in surrender.

  On the way inside, Jashae walked on the side of me, Jabari was behind us, and Mahogany was in the front. Mahogany was heated like a motha fucka about Jabari being there, and the shit was comical as fuck to me because while she was so upset, Jabari couldn’t care less.

  The moment we walked inside, the bullshit started. It was no secret that I was Miami the boxer, but when I was in Miami or at a boxing match in general, people treated me like I was Barack Obama around this bitch. I used to love all the attention, but on a night like tonight, when I just wanted to get out and kick it with my people, I wouldn’t necessarily feel like taking a picture with a fan or signing an autograph. Besides, tonight wasn’t about me. It was about Jimbo and his opponent, but you couldn’t tell them that.

  Even with the dark shades that I had on my face as I walked into the building, it didn’t stop people from noticing me. I hated the overly aggressive fans who didn’t even ask if they could take a picture. Instead, they would just jump their ass in my face with the camera on both of us, so they could get a selfie. Because I had Jashae so close to me, I placed my hand on the small of her back as we eased our way through the crowd.

  It was only a matter of minutes before somebody took a picture or a video of Jashae and me together and this shit hit the shaderoom on Instagram. Before I even asked Jashae to join me tonight, I knew that there was a possibility that this shit could hit the internet, but it was my selfish reasons of wanting to spend some time with her tonight that had me ready to risk it all. We’d finally made it to the first row where all four of our chairs were, and we sat. I sat on the end with Jashae sitting next to me, leaving Mahogany and Jabari to sit next to each other.

  “You good, Choc? I know that shit can become overwhelming like a motha fucka. I swear I’m still not used to the shit,” I said.

  “I’m fine. Do you miss it? Boxing, I mean. Like, does being here right now have you feeling like you wish you were on the mat about to fight? This has to bring back a ton of memories for you,” she said.

  “I miss it sometimes. Something like this was what I used to fight in when I was fresh out of college. I wasn’t selling out venues yet. I fought here once, maybe about eight years ago. My ole girl was sitting right over there.” I said, pointing to a seat where she had sat one night. “I lost a tooth that night. I miss boxing itself, but I swear I don’t miss what came after a match. Every night I would get in bed, feeling like my body had just got run over by a damn 18-wheeler. Black eyes to the point where they would become swollen shut and I could barely see, bruised ribs, all of that shit, but I did it because I loved it. I did it because it put me in a situation where I could take care of my family.

  When I lost my ole girl, I wasn’t fighting the same, and I knew it was because I didn’t have my number one support system to sit in the stands and watch me. Yeah, my ole boy would still come, but I turned into that little boy again, where all I needed was my mama. I’d rather be doing what I’m doing right now, though. I’m in a position where I can open centers and give these young boys the shit that they need to follow in my footsteps,” I let her know.

  “I remember your mom. She was so beautiful and so nice. She used to tell me all the time, don’t you let having a baby stop you from going to school and following your dreams. She was so motivating, you know? I never told you this, but it was actually because of her that I went to college. After high school, I had every plan to go out and find me a job, so that I could take care of my baby, but maybe a few months before graduation, she saw me outside with Vonte, and she asked me my plans after high school. Once she didn’t hear college somewhere in my plans, she got on me and told me that I better enroll in somebody’s college, even if it’s just a community one and I did just that. If I liked her, I can only imagine the way that you loved her,” she let me know.

  All I could do was shake my head because I wasn’t trying to be out and shut down in the middle of a boxing match. The match had already started, and between Jabari and Mahogany arguing every two seconds and Jashae asking all these damn questions about the fight, I could hardly watch the shit in peace. You know how you have those dedicated, Sunday night football fans who like to sit in front of the television in peace? That’s how I was when it came to boxing.

  “I’m about to go out in the lobby before I kill this nigga,” Mahogany said, standing up from her chair.

  “Get a drink too, with your uptight ass. A nigga not even bothering your stupid ass. I was just trying to make conversation,” Jabari barked back to her.

  She crossed over Jashae and me and left out. She was gone for almost twenty minutes before Jabari got up and he excused himself as well. It left just me and Jashae alone, who was still asking questions every two minutes.

  “Choc, one day when you not busy, Ima teach you the rule book, so the next time we can watch the
shit in peace,” I joked but was dead ass serious.

  “I won’t ask any more after this, but can they even do that? Oh my God, look how he’s punching on him,” she screeched, watching Jimbo beat the fuck out of his opponent.

  I was clapping hard in the stands because he was doing what he was supposed to do. Jashae was just being a typical woman.

  “He’s not doing nothing that’s not part of the rules. He good, shorty,” I let her know.

  “I’m going to go get something to drink,” she called out.

  I was still watching the fight, but I could hear her well.

  “I’ll get it. What you want?” I asked, never taking my eyes off the fight.

  “I’ll get it, Miami. That gives you time to watch the fight in peace,” she tried to reason.

  “It’s a whole bunch of niggas out there, shorty. I’m not there to watch you while you out there prancing around in this tight ass dress. I would hate to have to fuck a nigga up for being disrespectful toward you, so to avoid all of that shit, let me get it. What you want to drink?” I asked, this time taking my eyes off the fight and looking down at her.

  “You can get a water. What about the niggas in here that are going to be looking? We’re damned either way,” she said with a smile on her face.

  I smirked back while pulling on my beard.

  “It’s a big difference, shorty, because you sitting down, so they can’t stare at your ass. The most that they can do with you in here is admire your beautiful ass face. I’ll be back. Let me know if Jimbo knocks him out,” I said and stood up.

  I walked out and went over to the little concession stand that they had out front. Nobody was really standing in line, so it didn’t take long for me to reach the front and get the water for Jashae. In the middle of me doing that, I heard Mahogany and Jabari standing by the restrooms that were in the back of the building, and all I could do was shake my head and laugh. They were going to be fuckin’ soon. They argued too fuckin’ much to not just go ahead and get that fuck over with.

  I had Jashae’s water in my hands, and I quickly made my way back inside. As soon as I made it back, Jimbo was knocking him out, and I did a punch in the air with my fist, showing my excitement.

  “Thank you. Where the hell is Mahogany and Jabari?” Jashae asked the second I got back in my seat.

  “They cool, shorty. Let’s finish the fight,” I let her know.

  Mahogany Williams

  “Stupid ass nigga. I can’t stand your ass! Shitttttt,” I moaned.

  I didn’t even want to moan for this cocky bastard, but I had to admit that he was deep inside my pussy, trying to knock it out of the fuckin’ frame. His dick was just as big as his mouth, and he knew how to work it. I wanted to find a flaw in this beautiful ass nigga, but I couldn’t. I wanted to clown him and say that he had a little dick, but he didn’t. I wanted to find something, but I couldn’t say shit, other than the fact that he had a slick ass mouth and I didn’t too much know if that was a flaw yet.

  Jabari was too fine to put into words, and I think that’s why I argued with his ass so much. Like, why would God even make you? Why would he make this man so perfect and have him be that person that’s God’s gift to Earth? Why did he have to have that perfect caramel skin that had me wanting to know his skin routine because his skin was almost better than mine? Then, he had the fuckin’ nerve to have all of those nice tattoos that made me want to lay him down and use my tongue to lick every one of them.

  Jabari was so hood, so fuckin’ rude, so demanding, so confident in himself, which were all things that I should have hated about him, but shit, I loved them. He had good hair that was cut short, showing his perfect waves that a bitch could drown in if she went swimming. We were inside the women’s bathroom in the accessible stall. My left leg was on the sink, while my right leg was down. The dress that I wore was pulled up, with my thong pulled to the side, giving him whole access to my pussy. We were looking at each other in the mirror as we tried to out fuck each other. Mentally, I was losing, but physically, I was trying to keep up because I couldn’t talk all this shit and didn’t know how to fuck back.

  I loved sex. I loved everything about sex from sucking dick, getting my pussy ate, getting tied down, all of that. I could submit if need me and let him be dominant. I’ve been with plenty of men before, but I’ve never had anything like this. Nothing where I felt like my sex game was getting challenged or I was getting a run for my money. Seconds ago, Jabari slid his big, meaty dick inside me, and I came from that alone. I had light bright skin, and his hand was wrapped around my throat. My body had turned beet red. I was regretting all the slick shit that I’d said to him tonight and the night at the club because now he was taking it out on my pussy.

  “I can’t stand your skinny ass either. I can stand your pussy though, shorty. Your shit good, yo” he said and slapped my ass. “It’s tight too.” Slap. “Fuck, it’s wet.” Slap. “It smells good.” Slap. “Watch I make you cum again,” he said, wrapping his hands tighter around my throat, digging deeper into my pussy, but with shorter strokes versus the long ones.

  When I tried to moan, my voice got caught in my throat, my legs went to shaking, and it felt like I was peeing. I squirted. Oh my God, this nigga made me squirt. I could feel it dripping down my legs. He slid his dick out of me while I continued to shake, and he licked from my ankle, where my juices had fallen all the way up to my pussy. Jabari was literally chewing on my pussy with what felt like just his gums, and I loved it. I didn’t want to show that I loved it because he didn’t need another boost of confidence that he knew what he was doing, but it was getting too hard to keep holding my moans in.

  “Shittttt… damnnnn… fucckkkk. Just like that,” I cried out.

  I wanted to yell out Jabari so bad, but if I fucked around and did that, we may as well get married. To me, if I call your name out during sex, just go ahead and cash app me the money so I can buy a wedding dress. Two times I almost slipped up and moaned his name, so I had to keep reminding myself to be careful.

  Jabari was down there having a field day with my pussy. He was so arrogant that I honestly didn’t even think he ate pussy. Granted, he told me that night in the club that he would do it, but I really thought that he was just talking shit. I had fantasized about making a mess with my juices on his beard, and here I was doing just that. My legs started shaking again, and before I knew it, he was sucking an orgasm right up out of me. My hair that I’d just treated today and had my naturally curly hair looking like a professional had done it was all sweated out, but it was worth it.

  After I came, he grabbed me up by my waist and slammed me into the wall. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I didn’t because I knew exactly what this was. We were just fuckin’, not lovers.

  “Take the condom off my dick and put this one on,” he said, putting a new condom in my hand.

  I unwrapped it, pulled the condom out, and I replaced it with the old one that I had soaked up. Once it was on, he bounced me in his arms, so that he could hold me by my ass. In seconds, that third leg pushed inside of me, hurting me in a good way. Since I couldn’t kiss him, I bit hard on his neck. I couldn’t let him show me out.

  “You going to get my bitches mad by marking me up, shorty. They going to want to fight you.” He groaned as he fucked my little ass crazy.

  Hearing him admit to having bitches made me so jealous. I didn’t want to think about him giving this good dick to someone else. The jealousy that was built up in me made me fuck him back crazy. I wanted to leave him with something so he wouldn’t go back to those other bitches. My mouth left from biting his neck, and I stared him in his eyes as I rode his dick like he was paying me to do it. He was biting down on his lip, looking so sexy that it was enough to speed up my nut.

  “I’m cummingggg, Jabari. Shittt,” was probably the nicest thing I had said to him all day.

  When he started drilling into me, and he released an animalistic growl, I knew then that he was cumming too. When he put me dow
n, my legs felt like noodles. Just as I was about to fall, he caught me, pulling me into him and saving me from busting my ass.

  “Tell me that was the best dick you ever had in your fuckin’ life,” he boasted while holding me in his arms.

  Hmmm, he smelled so damn good. Even his breath smelled delightful.

  “Then I’d be lying. Move!” I said and pushed away from him.

  He let me go, and I walked over to the sink.

  “Keep lying to yourself, shorty. Get ready to tell your homegirl how I fucked the shit out of you,” he said, using the paper towels and warm water to wash off his dick.

  Damn, I just wanted to bounce on it one more time.

  “Do you always talk this much shit? Or do you just do it to me?” I asked, using the wet wipes that were inside my purse to clean between my legs.

  “I’m just having a simple conversation with your ass. Were you or were you not going to tell your homegirl that I fucked you good? Keep it real with me,” he said as he pulled his pants up.

  I laughed while shaking my head at him. Damn right I was going to tell Jashae when we got back in the car how this silly nigga fucked me crazy, but he didn’t need to know all of that. I wouldn’t even tell him that his dick was good.

  “When I walk out, come out like two minutes after me,” I said while throwing my panties in my purse since they were soaked and pulling my dress back over my hips.

  I dug inside my purse, and I was able to find a scrunchie, so I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. After fixing my make-up really fast and applying more lip-gloss, I was content with what was looking back at me in the mirror, and I proceeded to walk out of the stall.

  He came over, put his hand on the knob, and stopped me.

  “Not that it matters, but I don’t think any less of you for you giving me the pussy on only your second time knowing me. I like a woman who sees some shit that she likes, and she goes after it. Can you imagine if you would have waited months, even years to let me drop it off inside you?” he said.