I smiled. “I can do that.”
“Cool, cool. Mi soon come scoop you, so be ready.”
“Oh, I know you can get something to smoke on,” I threw in.
I wasn’t really trying to drink anything after how sick I felt that morning.
“You know dat. Mi gotcha. Mi call when mi en route to you. Okay?”
“Okay.” I hung up.
“He’s ‘bout to come scoop us,” I filled Tamia and Nicole in.
“Girl, he wants you, but I hope he has some sexy ass friends,” Nicole said as she looked through her suitcase for something to put on.
As she did, she pulled out a roll of Magnums. The shiny gold foil shimmered in the light. “I’m getting me some dick, and I came prepared.”
We all laughed.
“He said he got some homeys for y’all to kick it with,” I told her as I shook my head.
“Not me,” Tamia interjected. “You know I’m faithful.”
After the shit that had gone down with Daryn, getting some dick that had me climbing the walls would be on point. The thing was, I wasn’t the type to just fuck a random nigga. I was that chick who was always in a relationship. However, with my track record with men, shit had to change. It was time for me to get my rocks off and not give a fuck. I wanted to try Omari out, and if he played his cards right, he was going to be knee deep in my pussy real fucking soon.
* * *
I was dressed more appropriately in a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and a midriff top. My thick ass cheeks were hanging out, my belly ring was showing, and I was loving the attention and stares that I was getting from men and women. Hell yeah. A bitch was bad, and I knew that shit. It felt good to be able to be confident after knowing that my ex was fucking a five when I was a certified ten. What the fuck?
“First ting’s first.” Omari stopped after we’d been riding and smoking in his black Mercedes convertible for thirty minutes or so.
His ride was nice as hell, and he smelled even better. My girls kept giving me the eye in the rearview mirror.
Nicole mouthed, “You better fuck him tonight, bitch.”
All I could do was shake my head. I didn’t want to show a reaction in front of Omari.
He opened the car door and then looked back at me. “C’mon, sexy. Mi promised to get ya’ hair done.”
I looked up and read the sign. It was a hair salon and spa. Damn, he was aiming to impress me, and that shit was working.
“Wow, I almost forgot about that.” I smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
“Oh, hell yeah. I like you, Omari.” Nicole winked at him. “After this, just get me to one of yo niggas who’s got a body like yours.”
Omari laughed. “Mi got just the nigga for yuh. It won’t be long before we head out.”
We all climbed out of Omari’s whip and made our way inside. The set up was nice, and it smelled of Jasmine incense. The sound of waterfalls made the ambience peaceful and tranquil. I loved the place already.
He waited patiently while I got my hair done, and my girls got manicures and pedicures. They didn’t need to get their hair done being that Tamia had a sew in and Nicole had Senegalese Twists. When I thought about it, it would’ve been smart if I had gotten braids or a sew in too. Still, I was satisfied with the blow out that old girl had done for me.
“Thank you,” I said gratefully as Omari paid her.
“You’re welcome,” she smiled, and we headed to the car.
“Wow, mi didn’t tink you could look any better, but you’re even more gorgeous.” Omari held the door open for me to get in.
“Such a gentleman,” Tamia chimed in as he opened their door too.
I agreed with that. I’d heard rumors that Jamaican men were rude and aggressive, but Omari seemed to be the opposite of that. Maybe he was closer to his mother than the average. Either that, or he was just trying to get in my panties. The thing was, that shit was working.
“Thank you,” Omari said politely as he pulled off. “Mi love my mama so…” His voice drifted off.
I decided to change the subject. “That weed got me hungry again. I’on know about y’all.”
“Shit, I could eat,” Nicole said.
“Some stew chicken would be soooo good. If it tastes the way it does in the States, I can only imagine what it tastes like here,” I threw in.
“Hmmm, mi might be able to make dat happen fa’ yuh.” He smiled and flashed deep dimples.
Suddenly, his phone rang, and he looked down at the screen in disdain. Instead of answering it, he pressed a button and placed the phone in his lap. I figured he’d ignored the call. Was it another woman? Shit, it wasn’t like it mattered. I’d be gone in a few days, and we would both be going on with our lives.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I watched the scenery change.
Suddenly, we were obviously in the slums. Although I said I wanted to see the authentic side of the island, I didn’t think I was quite prepared for that. After seeing poverty in the U.S., I thought I’d seen it all. I’d experienced the down trodden side of society firsthand and promised myself that I’d never go back to that way of life. However, the small, broken down shacks and disheveled children made my heart stir.
“Mi home boy’s spot. No worries. He no live near here.” He pulled a blunt from the ashtray and lit it. “Sit back; we gon’ be ridin’ for a while.”
He passed me the blunt and then picked up his phone. When he put it to his ear, he said, “Yo, Don, put on some stew chicken. Mi be there in ‘bout another hour. Irie.”
When he hung up, he turned the music up full blast. Reggae blared from the speakers, and although I couldn’t understand shit the artist was saying, I was moving my body to the pulsating beat. Damn, I loved that music. It made me just want to climb in that nigga’s lap, pull out his dick, and ride him until my pussy exploded. Mmm, I was so hot.
I passed the blunt back to Tamia, and as I did, my arm grazed his. He looked over at me with longing in his bedroom eyes. Shit, I wanted to reach out and grab his locks. I could imagine him on top of me and my fingers wrapped around his hair. Mmm, I had heard from a few chicks I knew who dated Jamaican men that they didn’t eat pussy. Hmm, something had me thinking that I could get that nigga to eat mine. I knew how to seduce a man, and his tongue would be all up in my pussy before my feet touched American soil again. You could put money on that.
* * *
Omari’s boy, Don, lived in a huge house right by the water. It was definitely a far cry from the impoverished neighborhood we’d rode through. The images were still in my head, but after more ganja and some good food, my mood was better.
Don was a chef who worked at a five-star resort in Montego Bay. He was twenty-nine and single, so Nicole was on him. It was cool to meet a fellow “foodie” as I liked to call folks who loved to cook. Plus, he seemed to be living good. I filled him in on the fact that I was also a chef and had just graduated.
“Congratulations. Have you ever thought about workin’ at a resort here? I’m tellin’ you, the American dollar is worth a lot more than Jamaican money. You could live even better here.” He didn’t talk like Omari; although he still had an accent.
I figured that was because of his profession and the fact that he came into contact with all types of cultures. The way I saw it, he was just adjusting the way he talked for us to understand him better.
“That food was so good, Don.” Nicole was smiling all up in his face.
“Thank you. You ladies want a drink? I’ve got some Jamaican Rum in there,” Don said, being hospitable.
“Nah, I’ve had enough to drink,” I declined.
Omari was rolling another spliff, and my head was already swimming.
Tamia was dozing off in the recliner she was sitting in, and after a few more minutes of vibing, I could feel the sexual tension in the air. Don had fixed Nicole a drink, and she was winding all in his lap to the low sound of the reggae music that was playing.
Omari grabbed my hand. “C’mon.”
; I stood up and followed him down a long, dimly lit hallway. In the low light, I could still see the beautiful art on the wall.
“This is a nice place.” I wondered why we were at his friend’s house instead of his.
I’d filled him in that Tamia had a man back home, and so she wouldn’t appreciate him introducing her to someone. Still, I thought we’d go to his spot. Maybe he had a woman or something that he lived with. Although it wasn’t supposed to bother me, it kind of did.
“Yeah, Don’s done good for himself.” He nodded as we walked into a bedroom.
I questioned why I was brave enough to be with a man I didn’t know in a strange country. Part of me wanted to ask why we weren’t at his place. Then, I thought about it. All I wanted to do was live for once. It was the last time for me to make a reckless decision before real life kicked in. Fuck it. He seemed to be a high profile deejay. I doubted he’d risk everything to hurt me.
As if he read my mind, he said, “Relax, mi not here to hurt you.”
“So, where do you live?” I asked, feeling the weed making me relax.
“Mi know ya wonderin’ why we here instead of my place. It’s far out, so this spot was closer to where ya’ ladies stayin’. The festival’s one more day, so…”
I nodded. “No, it’s cool. I mean, you don’t owe me an explanation. I’m havin’ a good time.”
“Good,” he nodded. “Now is just chill time though. Mi plan to show you an even better time later. Mi just wanna have some time wit’ yuh… alone.”
His eyes were on mine, and then his lips were on my neck. “Mmm,” he moaned. “Mi been wantin’ to do that since the first moment mi saw ya. Ya smell so good star. Jah bless.”
Damn, my body was on fire, and in no time, the blunt was nowhere to be found, but his hot mouth was all over me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling my skin getting all feverish from his touch.
“It’s just some’ting ‘bout yuh, DiDi.”
The low sound of a reggae love song played in the background.
“What’s that?” I asked in a sexy whisper.
His hands were moving up and down my thigh, and then he unbuttoned my shorts.
“Mi don’t know how to explain it. It’s like… mi wanna do tings to yuh mi ain’t never wanted to do.”
I hoped eating pussy was one of them. It was time to turn on the seduction, so I lightly pushed him away and stood up. He looked up at me like his feelings were hurt, but he just didn’t know that I wasn’t about to reject him. His eyes lit up when he realized that I was removing my clothes.
“Is the door locked?” I asked.
He nodded slowly with his eyes glued to my body. His mouth was literally wide open as I stood there, butt ass naked in front of him.
“Oh…Jah…blessed yuh star. Yuh perfect.” His eyes roamed my body as I walked over to him.
I grabbed his hand and led it to my freshly waxed pussy.
“You like how that feels?” I asked as his fingers grazed my smooth skin and then drifted to my wetness.
“Hell yeah,” he whispered, pushing his fingers inside of me slowly. “Di pum pum’s so fat, wet… and tight… damn.”
There was a contemplative look on his face as he stirred my hot pussy up. Damn, I didn’t realize how much I needed to be fucked until that very moment. My whole body quivered.
“Well, it tastes even better.”
My eyes were on his as I waited for his reaction. He looked at me like I’d lost every ounce of sense I’d been born with, but the look changed when I spread my glistening pussy lips open for him.
“Yuh got the fattest clit mi ever seen, yo. Fa real. Some sexy shit.”
I used my pussy muscles to push his fingers out of me and then started to wind and grind to the music that was playing. As I bent over in his face and twerked my thick ass cheeks, I made sure that he had a rear view of my fat pum pum, as he called it. I turned around, dipped, and bounced, and as I did, my titties jiggled. He was mesmerized.
“If you wanna feel this sugary sweet, Yankee pussy, you’ll suck this fat clit first. I mean, I am an American woman, and I like gettin’ my pussy ate out before I fuck.” I leaned over as I spoke and grabbed his dick through his pants. “Like I thought. You’ve got an anaconda in your pants, and you ain’t fuckin’ me ‘till you get this thang super wet.”
He licked his lips and contemplated it. “Shit, the way that pussy was grippin’ mi fingers, mi down to suck on that mufucka. Fuck it. Put it ‘pon mi face.”
My pussy was positioned over his face in no time, and he sucked on my clit like he knew what he was doing. Fronting ass nigga.
“Mmm…shit…” It felt so fucking good, especially when he started fingering me with those long, thick fingers.
When I felt like I was about to cum, I started gyrating the pussy in his face in circles.
“Ahhhh…fuck…” Before I could explode in his face, that nigga was moving out of the way.
It was cool; I had got my nut. I guess he was scared to get that shit in his mouth. That was okay. If he was going to be fucking with me while I was here, he’d get over that shit. I watched his sexy, ripped body as he undressed.
His body was magnificent, but his dick, that shit was a different story. Not only was it long as hell, but it was as thick as my damn arm. Fuck! I’d never felt anything close to that big inside of me, and I was nervous.
“No worries, sexy. Mi be gentle wit’ it. Mi promise. Besides, it’s clear that ya pum’s pum’s good, and it should be savored.”
Damn, the way that nigga talked made me shiver. He slid the condom down that huge dick and then positioned himself on top of me. As I spread my legs wider to receive that big shit, the head was pushing its way in.
“Fuck…” I breathed as I closed my eyes.
That nigga’s dick was spreading my walls out like it was my first time.
“Mmmmm… dis pussy’s so tight… oh… shit star…”
I grabbed his ass as he moved and grinded inside of me. In no time, that shit was feeling good as fuck, and I was screaming that nigga’s name as he explored my pussy with that massive ass dick.
“Fuck!! Omari… shit!!! Get that pussy! DAMN… arrrggggg… mmm… ahhhh… fuck! Omari!!!” I was so loud, and I didn’t give a fuck.
“Ahhhh… DiDi… baby… dis pum pum’s like heaven… Jah… fuck… Best pussy mi ever had.”
He suckled on my breasts and was touching my G-spot like we’d been fucking for years.
“Shit… I’m cumin’… ohhhh, fuck!”
He was so deep inside of me, and I was having back to back orgasms. Shit, I had five more days to take advantage of that good ass dick, and damnit, I planned to have it every way possible. Hell yeah, a bitch was gone over the “d”.
After we laid there for a minute, I got a text from Nicole letting me know that she and Tamia were ready to leave. As tired as he was, Omari got up to take them back to the hotel anyway. I guess Nicole wasn’t feeling Don. We would definitely talk about it later.
“Yuh comin’ back with mi?” he asked before we got in the car. “Yuh can keep mi awake.”
“Yeah,” I said with a nod, knowing that I’d do any damn thing he wanted me to do.
Chapter 10
Omari
I knew I would end up fucking shawty, but I never imagined it would be that damn easy. I knew that she was all into me by the way she looked deep into my eyes when we talked. The sound of her voice sent chills up my spine and gave me an instant erection. I wanted to fuck this Yankee gal really bad.
I knew I couldn’t take her to the crib, and the hotels around here were all booked because of the events that were taking place.
After trying my best to come up with something, I remembered that my homeboy, Don, lived close by, and there were times when he allowed me to bring my bitches to his crib to smash. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number after I ignored Angela’s third call.
DiDi’s scent pulled me in instantly, and my mouth gathered water
. My wood started to rise, and I glanced around, making sure no one else saw that. I quickly adjusted myself.
* * *
I’d always considered myself a shotta, or bad boy, and sucking pussy was a no no in my world. In Jamaica, we didn’t promote that kind of foolishness and niggas that sucked pussy were often clowned, especially in my circle. All that shit changed though. DiDi’s scent was driving me fucking crazy, and when she suggested that I suck her pussy, I didn’t resist. It was my first time, and truth be told, I had no idea what I was doing. I’d watched lots of blue movies, and I’d always considered myself the pussy doctor. I slowly sniffed her freshly shaved pussy. A whiff of a fresh, powdered scent hit my nose. I then took my fingers and opened up the pussy. I think my mental state was only trying to make sure the pussy was clean. I started licking the clit, and I used my fingers to massage her at the same time. Her pussy was wet, and I was anxious to taste the sweet juice. I closed my eyes, dug my head deep in, and gripped on to her clit, sucking on it like it wasn’t my first time. She started moaning, which boosted my confidence. Shit, I must’ve been doing something right if she was gripping my head like that. I felt her grip tighten, so I knew that she was about to cum. I quickly moved my head away.
I didn’t waste any time as I saw the look she gave me. Shawty was ready for the wood, and I was there to deliver. I parted her legs and entered her slippery, wet pussy. I took a few seconds to breathe… Her tight, fresh pussy’s grip onto my wood felt more like she was sucking it up. I made my way through her walls and deep into her soul. Peeping how she looked deep into my eyes, I slow fucked her, all along staring into her eyes too. This Yankee gal’s pussy was definitely high grade, and I planned on leaving a mark on it.
After pounding her walls down, I finally pulled out and busted. I swear shawty pussy was so fucking good. I wanted to hop back on a.s.a.p., but I was fucking drained. I laid on my back as she walked to the bathroom to wash off. I was feeling like a brand new man. I only wished this feeling would last, and DiDi would be mine.
Angela
I was getting ready to lay down when my cell started ringing. I was irritated as fuck because I hadn’t heard from my husband in over twenty-four hours. That nigga had lost his fucking mind. Ever since he left, claiming he was going to Dream Weekend, I hadn’t heard one fucking word from him.
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