by Noire
By now, you’re probably confused, so let me explain it to you. Chocolate is what my niggaz and these tricks call me, but my given name is Dante Burton. The part about me working at a car dealership during the day was true, but I had quit my night job at UPS months ago. I never bothered to tell Keita, because it was a good alibi for the odd hours I kept with my tricks. I’ve found that I could make way more money slinging dick than loading trucks.
“I know, ma, but you know a nigga gotta hustle. How else are we gonna get that big house?”
“Baby, you’re too sweet. I’m lucky to have a man like you,” she said in a most sincere tone. Sometimes I felt bad about misleading Keita, but whenever a bitch broke me off a wad of cash, my conscience flew out the window.
“You know it’s all about us, Keita. What you got going on tonight?”
“Nothing much. Me and my girls might go to Envy.”
“You better not be in there letting them scumbag niggaz grind all up on your ass.” I said seriously. I was very possessive when it came to Keita.
“Boy, stop acting crazy. You know I don’t know how to do nothing but the two-step.” She laughed. I loved to hear Keita laugh. It always reminded me of bells, and all things happy.
“I hear that hot shit. You just remember what the fuck I said.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she sang.
“You want me to pick you up afterward so we can go get something to eat?”
“No,” she said, hurriedly. “I’m the designated driver tonight. Tell you what, though, why don’t you meet me at my place and we can eat each other.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, thinking of her warm mouth on me.
“Okay, so I’ll see you later, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, ma.” With a great deal of reluctance, I ended the call. I loved Keita to the point where it sometimes hurt me physically. Damn this thing called love for making me so fucking weak!
My boys thought I was bugging for falling for a chick so quickly, but they didn’t understand. I had been with a lot of bitches in my day, but none of them ever quite measured up. They were always lacking in one area or another, either not being pretty enough, or smart enough. My baby girl was the total package. Keita was five-four, with medium-length black hair that she usually wore in a wrap, and honey-colored skin. Whenever she smiled, you couldn’t help but to smile back. She just had that effect on people.
Keita was an independent woman who got up and went to work every morning, and hardly asked for anything other than my time and affection. She was hood, but she wasn’t ghetto. I could have just as much fun with her at a black-tie affair as I could at a Rucker’s game in the summertime. She could move in either circle. My girl liked to go out and have a good time, but she knew how to conduct herself. Though I was insanely jealous, I never had to worry about her stepping out on me. It just wasn’t her way. Keita’s mother was heavy into the church and had instilled that in all four of her daughters. Hell or high water, my boo was in service every Sunday morning.
Having Keita in my corner made me feel like the luckiest dude on earth. Most of you are probably wondering: If this girl is so special then why the hell do I step out on her? To put it simply, it’s just the nature of my species. Sometimes the thrill of the hunt is even greater than the prize.
• • •
Mochas was our spot. It had been since they opened their doors about four or five years ago. It was a small but cool lounge on Eighth Avenue in Harlem. During the week you could go there for drinks and possibly a comedy show, but on the weekends they brought in the DJ and everybody got their groove on.
It was a Friday night and there was a line of people outside waiting to get in. The bouncers were very picky about who they let in on weekends, and would send your ass home if they thought you weren’t dressed the right way. I gave a bouncer named Freddy dap and proceeded through the glass door. Though I was technically properly dressed, the normal rules didn’t apply to me. I was a regular at Mochas. Everyone knew Chocolate.
It was just after one in the morning so the spot was in full swing. There were beautiful women, single and in groups, scattered around the lounge, and thirsty men trying to pump them full of alcohol. I paused by the bar and scanned the crowd for my partners. It didn’t take long for me to spot them; sitting on a love seat near the DJ booth, trying to charm a group of young ladies out of their panties. These niggaz thought they had game, but they knew who the real Don was.
As I made my way across the room all eyes were on me. I nodded to a few of the guys I knew and flashed smiles at some of the bitches I had fucked. A time or two I caught sight of some nameless female that I’d probably slept with but hardly remembered, trying to get my attention, but I acted like I didn’t see them. I didn’t feel like the headache. All I wanted to do was have some drinks with my boys and chill.
I had almost made it over to where my friends were sitting when my path was suddenly blocked. The brazen young thing had yellow skin, and wore her hair in a straight weave. I knew her angelic face, but for the life of me couldn’t remember her name. Her ass was plump, but not large. Just enough to where it looked good. She stared at me with her bright green eyes and waited for me to say something. Since I knew that’s what she wanted, I remained silent.
“You can’t speak, Chocolate?” Ms. Green Eyes asked. The sound of her sweet voice reminded me of a string quartet.
“What’s happening, baby?” I grinned, but was careful not to give her a full smile. Though I would’ve liked nothing more than to take her in the bathroom and slam her pussy, I couldn’t seem too thirsty. I was Chocolate, and like the rest, this bitch would recognize.
“Oh, you on it like that? You can fuck me in a park, and then act like you don’t know a bitch?”
My groin tingled as my mental Rolodex finally placed her.
Shorty’s name was Harmony. I had met her on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike one night on my way back from seeing a trick in Philly. It was pouring raining and her car had broken down on the side of I-95. At first I was gonna keep it moving, but as I passed I caught a glimpse of those eyes and almost caused an accident slamming on the brakes.
She couldn’t thank me enough for coming to her rescue. A quick look under her hood told me that her alternator had conked out. Harmony found herself in a bind, but looking at that ass and those juicy breasts, of course I had the ideal solution. Placing a quick phone call to a guy I knew in Camden, I made arrangements for her car to be towed to his shop to see if he could get it running. The job was going to take at least a couple of hours, so I offered to keep her company.
I took Harmony to a restaurant I knew of located inside the Hotsheet Hotel in Camden, while we waited on my buddy to fix her ride. We made small talk, exchanging information about each other’s backgrounds and places of residence. Harmony was a registered nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, and like me, a native of Harlem, 118th, if I remembered correctly. She had a quick wit about her and was very well read. It felt good to be able to spar with someone intellectual after having spent most of the day with my not-so-smart trick in Philly. Though we kept the conversation neutral, occasionally making flirtatious remarks, there was an obvious attraction.
After about three drinks I could tell that Harmony was beginning to feel it. It would still be a while before my buddy would be finished with her car, so I suggested that we go for a brisk walk to clear our heads. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a humid night.
I frequently came through the area so I was somewhat familiar with the layout. I led Harmony to an out-of-the-way park that was in walking distance of the hotel. As we strolled up the stone path, Harmony looped her arm in mine. She fronted like her balance was off from the alcohol, but her eyes were hardly glassy enough for her to be that drunk. I already knew what time it was, even if Ms. Harmony didn’t.
Our walk led us to an arrangement of rocks that were off the main trail of the park. The way the rocks were situated, there was a nook that had been protecte
d from the rain. Harmony and I sat there and talked over a blunt of haze.
“So, what kind of name is Chocolate?” she asked, expertly blowing the smoke through her nose.
I shrugged, and said, “It’s a nickname that I got in college. All the girls used to joke about how sweet I was.”
“I’ll just bet.” She smiled, pinching my cheek playfully. “With the rain gone, it’s nice out now,” she remarked, looking up at the clearing sky.
“A night for lovin’,” I replied, tracing my fingers along her arm, barely touching her skin. I felt that telltale shudder run through her and knew that the gauntlet had been laid down. There was a moment when all sound ceased and Harmony and I just stared at each other. She opened her mouth to break the silence, but I hushed her with a finger over her lips. Harmony kissed it softly then began sucking on it. Feeling her warm mouth on my finger I imagined what her lips would feel like on my dick. My vivid imagination caused a small pup tent to rise in my jeans.
“Let me find out about that lovin’,” she said, looking down at the bulge.
“That’s what I’m hoping,” I said, placing her hand on my dick so she could see what a nigga was working with. I thought she’d pull away, but she didn’t. Harmony firmly pressed her hand against my crotch and gave a smile that said she was pleased.
“Let me see it,” she asked, playfully.
“Shame on your ass, girl,” I laughed. “We don’t even know each other.”
She laughed back. “Stop fronting, Chocolate,” she said, gripping my dick through the jeans. “I seen how you was looking at me all night. You’re just as curious about how wet my pussy is as I am as to how deep your dick can go. We’re both grown, so ain’t no need to play games.”
I was a little thrown off by her directness, but turned on at the same time. There was nothing I liked more than a chick who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. I leaned in and kissed Harmony deeply. I usually didn’t like kissing, but her full lips were so sexy that I couldn’t help myself. As our tongues performed a mating dance I let my hand roam up her sundress. Even through her thong panties I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I slipped my middle finger inside her and began to explore her love nest. Harmony breathed deeply and slid further down onto my finger. It was like dipping my finger into a warm pie. She was so wet that I could feel the moisture building in my hand like a thin film of sweat.
Harmony undid my belt and began fondling my dick as we continued to try to suck the breath out of each other. I could tell that she was surprised at my length as she stroked me. Running my hand up her back, I began playing in her soft hair. Before she knew what was going on I was guiding her head down to my lap. She didn’t seem to mind as she ran her tongue along the head of my dick. My eyes rolled back in my head as she worked her lips down the side of my shaft and tickled my balls.
She sucked on my sack like she was trying to get the last bit of meat out of a snow-crab leg, drawing a low moan from me. Gripping a fistful of her hair I began fucking Harmony’s mouth. Her warm breath felt like heaven on my throbbing cock. She bobbed up and down on me expertly, letting a stream of saliva run down my dick and settle on my balls.
“Damn, you really do taste like chocolate,” she gasped, before continuing to suck me off. I let her continue with her little show before pulling her head up and gazing into her pretty green eyes. Behind those eyes I saw a hunger that matched the one building up inside of me.
“Fuck this pussy, Chocolate,” she demanded, laying back on the rock and hiking her sundress up. I pulled Harmony’s thong to the side and admired her bush. It was hairy, but she kept it neatly trimmed. I watched carefully as she began sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, inviting me to take the plunge.
I was so thirsty to run up in this little tender that my hands were nearly trembling as I ripped the condom wrapper open. Gripping her ass cheeks, I lifted her slightly off the rock and slid her onto my dick. I had no problem running up in Harmony’s soaking wet pussy. She winced a little when I reached her rear walls, but that didn’t stop her from trying to pull me deeper. Her small hands gripped the collar of my shirt, almost popping the buttons off as I pounded her.
“Ooh, get this pussy you black muthafucka,” she grunted, throwing it back at me. My face contorted into a mask of something hideous as I appreciated her hot box. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me, Chocolate. Fuck me!”
Now, I had always considered myself as somewhat of a pussy wrecker, but Harmony was no slouch. For as hard as I tried to dig into her, she threw it back equally hard. I placed Harmony on her side and spread her legs into a scissor. She braced one foot against the top of the rock and let me go as far as I could into her.
While I fucked Harmony’s pussy, she fingered her ass and barked for me to go deeper. At one point I had gone so deep that I almost hurt myself against her walls. I proceeded to flip her onto her stomach and enter her from behind. One hand balanced on her back while the other gripped a fistful of her hair. I went to work on Harmony’s pussy, slapping her buttercup ass on command. The slaps sounded like thunder in the still night, but this only seemed to excite her more. She wailed like a cat as I thrust myself into her over and over. I was glad that she was on her stomach so she couldn’t see the ugly-ass face I was making when I exploded into the condom. I came so hard that the muthafucka almost came off. Even when I was empty, Harmony kept pumping. For a moment I thought I would blackout waiting for her to cum, but she had finally reached her climax and lay under me, trembling.
“Damn, Chocolate, the way you throw dick, I’d think you did it for a living,” she joked. Harmony thought I was laughing at how witty her joke was, but I was really laughing because she had no idea how close to the truth she was.
Once we had caught our breaths we proceeded to clean ourselves with some sanitary napkins she had in her purse, and headed back to my car. By the time we got across town to my buddy’s shop, Harmony’s car was ready. As we prepared to go our separate ways I promised to keep in contact with her, and at the time I really meant it. But once she was gone, Harmony became just another faceless pussy.
• • •
“Harmony, what’s good?” I hugged her close to me. I inhaled the sweet smell of her skin and felt the throbbing in my groin. Harmony had truly left an impression on me.
“Yeah, act like you know.” She squeezed me back. “Nigga, I thought you were gonna call me.”
“My fault, ma. I lost my phone not too long ago,” I lied.
“Yeah, right,” she said, noticing the very same Nextel I had used to call my man in Camden clamped to my hip. “You ain’t gotta lie, Chocolate. I’m a big girl.”
“Anyway, what you been up to?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
She shrugged. “Same shit, different day. You know how it goes.”
“For sure. Oh, congratulations,” I said, noticing the rock on her finger.
She self-consciously covered her hand. “Thanks. Listen, Chocolate—”
“No need to explain,” I assured her. “Shit happens, ma. I ain’t mad at ya.”
“You never called.”
“I got tied up.”
“For six months? Chocolate, you know how long I sat by that phone hoping you’d ring it?”
“Like I said, I got tied up,” I said, sounding very uninterested.
“So tied up that you couldn’t even call and let me know what was good. I’m not blind, Chocolate. I’ve seen you and your girl spinning around town. You could’ve told me you were involved.”
“You didn’t ask,” I said, sarcastically.
“Chocolate, you broke my heart when you played me to the left. I don’t just go around fucking niggaz I meet on the highway.”
I raised a mocking eyebrow.
“Don’t play ya’self, a’ight? I thought we had some kind of connection?”
“We did. That was one of the best shots I ever had,” I admitted.
“So that’s all it wa
s, a fuck thing?” she asked, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.
“Nah, baby, I was really digging you, but you know how it goes. It was the heat of the moment.”
Harmony’s green eyes flared. “I don’t believe this shit. You know, I prayed that if I ever ran into you again that you’d have a good reason for not calling. I hoped that the stories that these girls tell about you weren’t true, but I see they are. You ain’t nothing but an egotistical whore.”
“If that ain’t the pot calling the fucking kettle black.” My gaze went to her engagement ring. “It wasn’t that long ago that you were sucking my dick in the park, and I know that engagement didn’t happen overnight. Right after you gave me head you probably went and kissed that nigga in his mouth, so don’t try to hang no fucking labels, dig it? Granted, yours was some of the best pussy I ever had, but the fact of the matter is, we both had someone we were going home to. It was a brilliant fuck, but don’t try and make it more than that.”
A lone tear ran down Harmony’s cheek, and her jaw muscles tightened. “I fucking hate you, Chocolate!”
“Good, then that’s one less bitch I gotta worry about trying to get in my space. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some people waiting on me,” I said, brushing past her. I never even bothered to look back at Harmony, but I could feel the heat on my back. If looks could kill, I’d have probably dropped dead on the spot. I didn’t give a fuck though. It was my show and my way.
• • •
By the time I got to the table where my partners were sitting, I was greeted by hearty laughter. Apparently they had watched the whole exchange between Harmony and myself and gotten a kick out of it. Though we were all pushing thirty or had recently passed the mark, we were just big kids at heart.
“That chick sure looked pissed,” Max said, slapping me five. Max was a high-yellow cat who still wore his hair in a fade. He and I had played on the same JV team in high school and been friends for years.