From the Streets to the Sheets

by Noire

  He grabbed me, started kissing and fingering me. “This pussy wet.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. He just didn’t know there was more where that came from. Rubbing my titties, he took them out and squeezed them together, then suckled on them like a baby.

  I rose up, kicked my thong off my ankle, and swiftly straddled him. Taking his dick in my hand, I rubbed it on my pussy. You could hear the wetness as I slid down on his big, hard dummy. It hurt like hell, but then it started feeling good when Telly opened up my ass cheeks for better entry.

  I felt myself about to make his juicy dick even juicier when he pinched my nipples. “Shit!” I yelled out. “I’m about to cum!”

  Telly took me by my neck. “Cum on this dick then!” he moaned as I bounced on his hardness.

  “Oh shit! Oh shit!” I yelled as I came all over his dick.

  “What the fuck? You a squirter?” he asked.

  I was too out of breath to answer.

  He pulled his seat back up. “Yo ass gone fuck around and make me kidnap you.”

  “You don’t have to kidnap me, baby. I’m willing to go without a fight.”

  Telly pulled up his pants, then started the car. “I gotta hurry up and get yo ass to a hotel. I gots to get some more of that!”

  A week later there was no more mention of a wife. A month after that, it had become all about me. I’d begun to really like Telly, and he was feeling me too. He’d showed me off from Detroit to cold-as-hell Canada, taking care of me like I was his Mrs. And fucking and sucking me like I carried his last name.

  “Damn, ma. You fuck a nigga so hard you be sweatin out your ’do,” he teased, playing in my damp hair after one of our sessions. “Why don’t you go get it tightened up?”

  I just looked at him. My girl, Lil Shit, was big and pregnant and didn’t feel like doing hair anymore. “My girl is outta commission until she drops that load.”

  “What about that spot down on Nineteenth Street? My homeboy’s girl goes there,” Telly suggested, giving me a hand full of money.

  I had forgot about Brooklyn’s spot, but it didn’t take me long to remember once I saw myself in the mirror. My ’do needed more than just tightening up, it needed an overhaul.

  • • •

  I discovered Top Notch definitely had the right name when I stepped through the door. “Dang Brooklyn, this is your shop?” I asked.

  “Sure is. I worked my ass off to get this ma’fucka too,” Brooklyn answered, walking over to give me a hug. “How you been?” she greeted me like she’d known me for years.

  “Other than this,” I said, pointing to my hair. “I’m good.”

  “Well, you came to the right spot.”

  “I see. You got this place on your own?”

  “Nah, my husband helped me out.”

  “Your husband? How old are you?”

  “Twenty-nine,” she answered, escorting me to the back.

  She was just a year older than me and had her own business. I was impressed. “How long have you been married?”

  “Two years.”

  I was lying back while Brooklyn shampooed my hair. Her gently scratching and massaging my scalp made a tingle shoot up my pussy. As she kept making love to my scalp, I thought about Telly and his hurricane tongue. How he’d made me bend over and touch my toes while he fucked me from behind, his balls slapping my ass until he made me milk everywhere. He was a nasty mutha’fucka, and I loved it.

  Brooklyn sat me under the dryer, and stood with her ass toward me while talking to one of her clients. Now trust me when I say this, I am not gay! But Brooklyn was sexy as hell. An Apple Bottom blue jean bodysuit hugged her tiny waist and onion-shaped ass. I’m not sure what I was feeling, but it wasn’t right.

  After hours of chatting with Brooklyn and a tight little roller set, I was done.

  “What you doing tonight, Star?”

  “Nothing. Why?”

  “I thought maybe you’d like to stop by my house for drinks. My husband’s gone to D.C. for a couple of days, and I’m tired of being alone and bored in that big house all by myself. Well, I do have Lil Kim, but she’s no company.”

  “Lil Kim?”

  “Yeah,” Brooklyn laughed. “My husband’s puppy pit.”

  “Maybe I can swing through for a minute. What’s your address?” I asked, handing over her payment.

  “Girl, put it in your pocket. Swing by tonight, and we’ll just say you owe me one.”

  • • •

  “Damn, baby!” Telly said when I walked in. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he complimented my hairdo.

  I walked over to him and tongued him down, causing sparks to shoot through my pussy.

  “Umm,” he moaned between kisses and him rubbing my titties. “Daddy wants some pussy.”

  “Well Daddy can’t have none,” I said, joking. “I’m meeting the chick who owns the salon later for drinks.”

  “What?” he said, pulling me on the couch and stripping me out of my coat. Lifting my shirt, Telly kissed my flat stomach, then dropped to his knees and stripped me from my waist down, revealing my goodies. With a hot tongue, he licked my clit, then started sucking on it.

  “Shit!” I yelled. “Put yo fingers in me, baby.”

  In seconds, Telly’s thick fingers were working my pussy like he worked it with his dick.

  I wrapped my legs around that nigga’s neck. “Don’t stop, baby!”

  Telly slurped on my pussy until I bust a big nut on his face. I sat there with opened legs, playing with myself as he took his pants off, then pulled me toward him. My ass was hanging off the couch when he stuck his dick so far in me that I dug my nails in his back.

  “Take this dick,” he demanded.

  I was trying to. Telly and I did a lot of fucking, but taking all of him was impossible. But I did fuck him until he passed out. I had to make him go to sleep if I wanted to go somewhere.

  • • •

  Brooklyn greeted me with the same embrace and smile. She looked comfortable in her black Rocawear jogging suit. Her booty jiggled in my view as she walked through the nice and cozy house, furnished with a pink leather pit and candles. India. Arie sung in the background.

  “What you drink?” Brooklyn asked, standing behind the bar.

  “I like chocolate martinis, but I’ll take whatever you have.”

  She handed me a glass. “Remy,” she said.

  “Oh, my man drinks Remy.”

  “Mine too.” Brooklyn laughed.

  I heard something running toward me. I looked down, and the cutest puppy stared back at me with an iced-out collar with LIL KIM hanging from it. “She is so cute, Brooklyn.”

  “Girl that bitch is bad. Kim, go!” Brooklyn ordered her out. The dog looked at Brooklyn with her tongue hanging out, then left the room. “So Miss Star, how are you?”

  “I’m good.”

  “And I’m bored. My husband is always out of town.”

  “Shit, that was me a little while ago.”

  “What, bored?”

  “Girl, nah. I use to run around like crazy chasing money and shit.”

  “Ain’t shit wrong with that,” Brooklyn stated, putting her little lips on her glass.

  Brooklyn and me chatted for a while, both getting tipsy as hell. My head was straight spinning, giving me a headache.

  “You got some aspirin or something?” I asked, pressing down on my temples.

  “I got just what you need,” Brooklyn said, disappearing into another room.

  I set down my glass, and closed my eyes, then felt warm hands on the sides of my head. I turned my head, saw Brooklyn standing behind me.

  “My husband rubs my temples when I get headaches. It helps a lot. You mind?” she asked, continuing to massage.

  Normally I would have, but her hands felt so good taking the pain away that I closed my eyes again, almost falling asleep. But I couldn’t drift off, not after her rubs traveled south to my titties. I don’t know if it was all the drinking I had done or
what, but it felt good. Too good.

  “Stop!” I said, getting up.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re so sexy with your smooth, chocolate skin. I couldn’t resist touching you.”

  I wanted to tell her she was sexy too, but I didn’t. Instead, I reached for my coat.

  “Don’t leave, Star. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” I lied. “I have to go anyway. My dude’s probably wondering where I’m at,” I said, looking at my watch and walking to the door.

  Brooklyn followed. “I hope we can still be friends, Star.”

  “Yeah, we still friends. I’ll call you.”

  Brooklyn hugged me, putting her soft breasts on mine. She smelled so damn delicious.

  “Sure you can’t stay?” she whispered in my ear, then licked the lobe.

  I bit my bottom lip. I was curious as hell, but I refused to go there. She’d made my pussy wet, and I wanted to show her how moist she had me, but I didn’t. I just got the hell out of there, hopped into my car and sat for a minute, wondering what had happened. Finally, I cranked my engine, deciding to forget about what had occurred behind Brooklyn’s front door. I’d slipped, not fallen. But I wanted to jump in bed.

  • • •

  Horniness rode me all the way home, and I hoped like hell that Telly was there to help me release my heat. But all there was was an empty space where his whip had been. Damn.

  “What up?” he answered when I hit him on his celly.

  “Where you at, baby? I need you,” I said, entering my place, tossing my purse on the couch, and hightailing it to my bedroom.

  “I’ll be there in a few. How was your drinking date?”

  “It was cool. I’ll fill you in when you get here. But you gotta hurry, baby. I’m horny!” I rushed, searching my DVD collection for a temporary fix.

  “All right, get it ready for daddy,” he said, then hung up.

  I got it ready for him, all right. I took off my clothes and got into bed, turned on my Phatty GirlDVD, starring sexy ass Justin Slayer who fucked in Timbos and sunglasses. As Justin slurped on some chick’s pussy, I played with mine. I was so hot it was stupid. I got dicked down all the time, but right then it felt like I didn’t get fucked at all. What the fuck did Brooklyn do to me? I knew one thing, I wasn’t talking to her anymore.

  I was so wrapped up watching Justin slay fat-assed bitches that I didn’t hear Telly slide into my bedroom.

  “Hey, ma,” he said, stripping out of his clothes. “I was right about your friend, wasn’t I?”

  I didn’t say shit. I just opened my legs for him as he climbed on top of me, and began fucking me hard. He knew what I needed, and I loved that rough shit.

  “She tried to take my waterfalls, didn’t she?”

  “Yeah,” I moaned.

  “Did you let her?”

  “No!”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I want dick!”

  “You want this dick?”

  “Yeah. Yo dick, daddy!”

  “How you want it?” He stroked me slow and hard.

  “Just like that,” I said as I moved my hips up under him.

  “Shit, get that dick, ma. Work that pussy!”

  Telly and me fucked ’til the birds started chirping outside. The next day Telly and I lay around tired from all the fucking we’d done. I told him what went on at Brooklyn’s. He didn’t understand why I didn’t let her suck my pussy.

  “Why don’t you call her up, and we can have a threesome,” he said, dead-ass serious.

  I told him he was crazy.

  Telly wasn’t playing, though. “You don’t want the best of both worlds? Hard to believe you haven’t explored the other side; your sex drive is so high.”

  “My sex drive don’t mean shit. Maybe one day I’ll try it, but not now.”

  “Are you feeling this girl?”

  “She’s cool. Pretty and thick. I’m not gone lie, she turns me on. I have never looked at a bitch like I looked at her.”

  Telly sat back and stared at me, but didn’t say shit. He just listened as I went on about how Brooklyn had made my pussy jump.

  • • •

  Summer had finally hit, and it was hot as hell outside as Telly and I made our way through his boy’s crowded backyard where the bar-b-que party of the summer was being held. The music was blasting, and ma’fuckas was walking around half-ass naked by the pool. A couple of girls hawked Telly, then looked me up and down, turning up their noses. Not giving two fucks about their jealousy, I grabbed Telly’s hand to let them know he was taken. Yeah, he still rocked that wedding band on his finger, but it was me he wore on his arm. As far as I could tell, I was his wife.

  We were there about a good twenty minutes when I spotted Dino, a nigga I’d met when I was stripping, coming our way. I turned my head, hoping he’d keep it moving, but no such luck. He had sweated me back in the day, and it seemed things hadn’t changed. I’d given him the pussy once, and he had fucked like a jackrabbit. A straight turnoff that caused me to cut him off.

  Dino walked up to Telly and gave him dap. He looked at me and nodded.

  “Let me holla at you for a sec,” Dino said to Telly.

  They stepped away from me and started talking. I knew Dino’s hating ass was going to tell him he knew me, but I didn’t care. Telly knew what I was all about from the begin ning. Telly nodded, kept shooting me looks. I rolled my eyes, then made my way to the bathroom.

  I was washing my hands when Telly’s crazy ass bust through the door.

  “Did you fuck that nigga?” The look in his eyes told me he was serious.

  I didn’t want to lie to him so I stayed quiet.

  Telly pushed me against the wall, and tugged on my shorts. Putting his hands down them, he found my pussy. Fingered my clit. “Did he make you feel like I do?”

  I’d never seen Telly act like this, and it turned me on. He grabbed my face, started kissing me. I didn’t try to fight him. There was no use. He was gonna do him regardless, so I let him. Stopping abruptly, he sat on the closed toilet lid, pulled down his jogging shorts. His dick stood tall and proud, calling me. Walking over to him, I got down on my knees, and let him fuck me in the mouth. I bobbed and weaved on his dick like the pro I was.

  “Stop! Sit on this dick!”

  I stood. Took off my shorts and panties. Sat on his dick. Bounced my ass, taking in every inch.

  “Yeah, ride this dick!”

  I buried my face in his chest while I worked his dick.

  “Look at me!”

  I looked in his eyes while I fucked him, biting my bottom lip.

  “You so damn sexy,” he said, rising up, lifting my body weight with his. He set me on the sink.

  “Shit, T!”

  “Shut up!” Telly commanded, sliding his pole in me, fucking me hard. He didn’t give a fuck about my pussy right then. “When I cum, I want you to suck my dick!” I couldn’t believe he was acting like this. “I’m about to cum. You want it in your mouth or pussy?”

  It didn’t matter where I wanted his cum because he exploded inside me, then pulled up his shorts. “Let’s go!” he ordered.

  Like his good little bitch, I put on my shorts and followed him.

  • • •

  Without words, he had mind-fucked me all night. I knew I hadn’t done a damn thing to him. Who I’d slept with before him wasn’t his business, but he’d acted like it was. Treated me like I’d cheated on him, and wouldn’t break me off no matter how much I’d begged for it. It was his show, he’d said, and he’d give it to me when he was ready. And the next morning he was, sliding up in me from behind. Waking me up with the hardness of his dick and the roughness of his attitude.

  “I’m gonna have to stay away from you for a while. My wife’s been tripping,” he said, avoiding my stare.

  Wife? Since when did he care about her?

  “I don’t want you out here fucking nobody else, Star.”

  “Boy, I ain’t thinking about nobody else.”
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  “You bet not be. ’Cause you don’t see me don’t mean I won’t be watching.”

  • • •

  A week had passed, and no Telly. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I really didn’t have any friends. Didn’t fuck with bitches. I wanted to go out, but going out would only lead to something else—fucking—and I had promised Telly I wouldn’t do that to him, even though he was laid up somewhere with his wife. I threw myself on the bed, depressed as hell. This nigga had really gotten to me. Star Hamilton, sprung? Who would have thought such a thing?

  Another week passed, and still no word from Telly. I decided enough was enough. I didn’t give a damn about his wife. It was my turn, I thought as I dialed his number. My heart stopped when I heard the recording saying that his number had been disconnected. Now I was worrying. Telly had plenty of money to pay his cell bill.

  What the fuck is going on? I slipped on my Melissa sandals and headed out my door. If he wasn’t checkin’ for me, I damn sure was gonna check for him. I was going to find my dick.

  I pulled up on Parkdale, and wasn’t a soul in sight. His niggas and workers usually held court in front of the spot, but not today. I checked the other spot on Vance. Once again, no one was out. Pounding the steering wheel, I was mad as a mutha. I needed someone to talk to. Without Telly, I didn’t have a life. He had me sprung, and I didn’t want any other man besides him. But that didn’t cut off all my options.

  Brooklyn picked up on the first ring. Answered her door-bell on the second. I didn’t know what I was about to get myself into. Whatever it was, I blamed Telly. Where his tongue wouldn’t lick, another would.

  Her perfume was sweet when she embraced me. Her touch was soft, running through my hair. We didn’t speak. Didn’t have to. We both knew why I was there. She lowered the lights and blasted the music. Took my hand and led me to the couch. Massaged my temples even though I didn’t have a headache. Again, I closed my eyes, weakening under her touch. She stopped, and I opened them. Saw her standing in front of me, her pussy all in my face.

  “You all right, Star?” I watched as those words fell from her sexy little lips.