by Natavia
“My bad, shorty. I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I’m tired that’s all,” he said. I fixed our plates and took them to the table. We said grace before we ate. I was enjoying my food until Cayman interrupted.
“Callie told my parents we have been officially dating for a few months now so they want to meet you.” My body instantly froze and nerves bubbled up inside of me. Meeting his parents never crossed my mind because it was something that wasn’t important to me.
“So this food was really to butter me up to say ‘yes’ to meeting your parents.” I squinted my eyes at him.
“Nah man, you’re always thinking everything I do for you has to have an agenda behind it. And if you think my food is good let me tell you it has nothing on my mama’s,” Cayman bragged.
“Everybody thinks their mother’s food is good. I don’t know I’mma be sick that day.” Cayman laughed at me but I was serious.
“Callie is gonna be there to dominate the conversation so all of their attention won’t be on you.” I knew he was right because Callie just couldn’t live if someone else were in the limelight for too long. But I was still kind of nervous about it.
“I still don’t know about it what if your parents don’t like me.” I really didn’t care if they did or didn’t. My own mama didn’t care about me, so someone else’s parents possibly not liking me didn’t matter to me.
“Look if you wanna’ leave early we can. All you have to do is say the word. And my mother literally likes everybody until you cross her, my father really just doesn’t give a fuck,” Cayman said. I still wanted to say “no” but I could tell it was important to him.
“A’ight. I’ll go as long as we leave when I’m ready to, and you tell Callie to be on extra with her attention seeking behavior. I want little focus on me as possible,” I said.
“You already know its anything for my queen.” He said as he gripped my chin and pulled me towards him. Cayman aggressively kissed me until I was breathless. I had to catch my breath for a second when he pulled back.
Twenty minutes later, I had cleaned out the tub and washed the dishes after we finished our food. Cayman was laying on the couch on his stomach when I walked into the living room. He was so into the basketball game on that he was unaware of what I had planned for him. I reached into my bag for a bottle of oil, I warmed some up in the microwave for just a few seconds. He didn’t move when I straddled him, but he slightly jumped when I poured the oil on his back. He grunted every so often when I massaged a kink either out of his back, neck or shoulders.
“Massage it harder, and get above my shoulder blades,” Cayman groaned out during halftime. I continued the massage until the game had only eight minutes left in it.
“Meet me in the bathroom after the game is over.”
I went into the bathroom, to fill up the tub. I lit a few candles and placed them around the bathroom, but away from the tub.
I staged the bedroom for our after party before I stripped out of my clothes. When I went back into the bathroom, I stuck my toe in the water to make sure it was just right before I got in. The sound of the floor as it creaked beneath Cayman’s weight drew my attention. When I looked up there he stood naked with two glasses of Henny.
I took the glass from him as he climbed in, my body instantly melted into his after he sat down in. The feel of his dick against the lower part of my body aroused me. I drained the tub until it was about halfway filled.
I straddled him and sucked on his neck. His strong arms wrapped around my waist as he nibbled on my neck. I giggled a little from the light buzz I had. I took Cayman’s dick into my hand and made a slow, circular motion at the tip. My nipples became erect as he moaned. His moans turned me on because they were husky—masculine. My hand slid down the length of his tall and thick shaft. The sensations caused him to jerk, and his dick jumped in my hand. I worked my way down to his testicles, I gently massaged them as I jerked him off. He rested his head against the tile and bit his bottom lip. The muscles in his stomach tightened when I stroked him faster.
“Man, quit playin’ with a nigga.” He groaned out as he gripped the back of my head.
I adjusted myself until my mouth was a few inches above his dick. I teasingly licked the tip and swiped up a drop of pre-cum with my tongue. With my lips around his dick, my tongue twirled around his dick like a cotton candy machine. Cayman grunted as I deep-throated him.
“Play with my balls, baby put them in your mouth.” He groaned while playing in my pussy. We were both extremely aroused so we took it to the bedroom.
I didn’t get a chance to make it to the bed. Cayman grabbed me by the arm and turned me around. He grabbed my ass to pull me closer. Lowering his head to the crook of my neck, he gently bit my neck. Backing me up until my back was against the wall. Cayman lifted me, and used the wall as leverage, he impaled me on his dick. I gripped his shoulder and dug my nails into him as the sensation caused both of us to moan. Cayman held me still as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“Faster Cayman!” I shouted. I reached between us and massaged my own mound before sliding a finger across my clit, moaning. Cayman fucked me so good against the wall, I screamed. He continuously slammed into my g-spot. A few seconds later, he exploded. After we took a shower, I snuggled against him in bed. We were asleep seconds later.
*******
I walked into Caymans parents house behind him praying that they had forgotten about dinner and had gone out somewhere. But like always luck wasn’t on my side and as soon as I walked in I noticed someone standing in the entryway Caymans body was the only thing blocking me from being face to face with the person. I knew it was his mother because when I peeked around Cayman I noticed the woman in front of him looked identical to Callie just a shade or two darker.
“Move aside so I can see her,” Cayman’s mother said as she pushed him out of her way. She didn’t look too thrilled to see me.
“Hi, I’m Cayman’s mother Rochelle it’s nice to meet you,” Rochelle finally said. I didn’t think she was going to introduce herself.
“Hi, I’m Faraji and it’s nice to meet you too,” I told her as we shook hands.
“Follow me everyone is at the table waiting for you.” When she said that I looked around for Cayman and he was gone.
“’Bout time y’all got here my stomach has been cursing me out for ten minutes for not eating this delicious smelling food,” Callie said when she saw me walk into the kitchen. Callie, their father and mother plates were empty but Cayman’s plate already had half the meal on it.
“Cayman quit acting like we haven’t taught you manners.” Caymans father said as he stood up and pulled out the chair for Rochelle. Cayman slightly pushed my chair back with his foot just enough for me to squeeze in.
“Leave him alone, now may we bow our heads and bless this food.” After Caymans father blessed the food we fixed our plates. We silently ate for a few minutes until Rochelle started a conversation.
“Faraji are you in school?” Rochelle asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. I prayed to God she wasn’t nosey because I wasn’t in the mood to be interrogated.
“What are you studying?” if she wasn’t looking at me I would’ve rolled my eyes at her.
“I’m undecided right now so my counselor recommended I take one of those personality kinds of test to see what job I would be best fit for,” I answered.
“I had to take one of those tests my senior year of high school. It helped me decide on studying communications. I think I want to go into Public Relations after I graduate. We have a lot of professional athletes out here that will need my expertise.” Callie jumped into the conversation and said.
“We all know you can talk your way out of anything so you’ll be good at it. When we were younger you lied our way out of trouble countless of times and pops believed you every time. Hell, you still lie you and your friend’s way out of anything now.” Cayman said.
Callie rolled her eyes at him then threw a dinn
er roll at him. The dinner roll bounced off Caymans head and landed in his lap, he put it on his plate.
“Callie when are you going to learn that he teases you just so you can throw your food at him and he can eat it.” Cayman and Callie’s father said as he shook his head at the two of them.
“Do you have siblings?” Rochelle asked.
“Yes, I have two younger siblings,” I answered before I stuffed a mouthful of cabbage in my mouth.
“I always wanted younger siblings, but noooo y’all had to stop at us two,” Callie said.
“That’s because the two of you were a headache.” Rochelle fired back.
I owed Callie because she was taking the heat off me when it came to her parents. She butted in every time their mother asked me something. After dinner, I said goodbye to his parents. Cayman had to study so he didn’t want to stay out long. I sensed his parents didn’t care for me too much. Rochelle didn’t tell me to come back to visit and Cayman’s father didn’t say anything to me. I was excited to be back in Cayman’s truck.
“See that wasn’t bad,” Cayman said. I mustered up a fake smile. Only if he knew I didn’t care too much for his nosey mama. She didn’t ask Cayman and me about how we met or anything else about our relationship. That’s when I knew she didn’t see me in her son’s future. Mothers know best, maybe she saw what Cayman didn’t see in me. My father wasn’t rude to Cayman when he first met him. Cayman met my father when he took me out on our third date. I was taking too long to get dressed so Cayman knocked on the door. My youngest sister let him in. Cayman got to know my family while I was getting dressed. I knew Cayman was special because my father saw a good person in him.
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Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Boom Boom Boom.
“Cayman get the door and tell whoever that is to never knock on the door like that.” I groaned and buried myself deeper under the covers.
I tried to go back to sleep, but the excessive knocking and ringing of the doorbell wouldn’t let me. All I could think about was where the fuck Cayman was at and why wasn’t he answering the damn door. I pressed the palms of my hands to my ears, but that didn’t work either because my phone started ringing.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I blindly reached for my phone until it was in my hand.
“Come open the door for me, bitch.” Callie screeched in the phone and I wanted to slap her ass.
“Bitch you know where the spare key is or better yet call your brother.” Callie was so dramatic at times I had the urge to shake her ass. I loved Callie though despite her attention seeking ways because she was a free spirit just like me.
“My brother is at work and remember he took the spare key after I walked in on y’all the other day.” I almost forgot about the day when Callie caught us in the act. Cayman had me spread like an eagle on the kitchen table while eating my pussy. His sister caught him devouring me like I was his last meal.
“Then climb through a window or sumtin,’ shit I’m not getting out this warm bed for your ass.”
“Faraji my life is fucked up and I’mma die if you don’t let me in. You don’t want to walk out of the house and have to step over your dead future sister-in-law.” I rolled my eyes as I rolled out of the bed.
I pulled my robe from the back of the room door and slipped it on. I walked down the hall towards the front door. My eyes widen when I opened the door because Callie’s hair was all over the place and dried tears covered her face.
“My life is over.” Callie fell into my arms as soon as the door was open wide enough for her to squeeze through. I patted her on the back for a second as she sobbed into my chest.
“Alright bitch that’s enough you’re fucking up my robe. Go sit on the couch and we can talk about it.” I closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab us a Smirnoff Ice.
“Now tell me why your life is over,” I said. I sat on the couch next to her and she took her Smirnoff from me.
“My boyfriend cheated on me. Oh wait, that wasn’t the worst part. I told him I was leaving him, and that punk-ass nigga told me I was doing him a favor because he’s in love with the bitch.” Cayman would never do something like that to me. What could another woman do for him that I couldn’t?
“Come out with me and my friends tonight. Come with me to the mall to shop for something to wear to the club. We are fittin’ to make niggas and bitches drool over us,” I said. I wasn’t the type to give relationship advice but I did my best. That was Adisa and Samiah’s thing.
“I can’t wait to party now. I might pull me a nigga or a bitch tonight, maybe both,” she said. Another reason why Callie and I clicked, we were both bisexual. She kept it away from her brother for some reason. Only if Cayman knew I could eat pussy better than him.
“Give me thirty minutes then we can go to the mall,” I said.
I showered, oiled my body down and got dressed within record time. The thought of retail therapy excited me. When I got back to the living room, Callie had two empty Smirnoff bottles in front of her. I shook my head because she needed more than that five percent of alcohol to drink her misery away.
Over the past couple of months, Callie had become one of my closest friends. Since Adisa, Samiah, and Emeka were all so busy with their own lives. I still hung out with the three of them as much as our schedules let us. But it was winter break so the three of them had jumped from twenty hours a week to thirty sometimes forty hours.
It took us thirty minutes to make it to the mall from Caymans house. We went into five stores that didn’t have anything either of us liked. We went into the place where I use to work, Hippy Daisies. I noticed five outfits that I wanted to try on. After trying on all five of the outfits I knew the fourth one was the pick. Since I wasn’t hurting for money, I bought all my friend’s outfits. After we left the mall, we took my sisters to get their hair and nails done. After they were finished, I gave them some money and dropped them off at the mall to their friends. I felt good spending effortless amounts of cash. It was always more where it came from.
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“Let’s go to that nigga’s house to bust his windows out, key his car and put some sugar in his tank,” Adisa announced after Callie told Emeka, Adisa, and Samiah what happened.
“Trust I broke a lot of shit in his room, but I didn’t do too much because I didn’t want to disrespect his mother,” Callie told us as she sipped her drink.
“Fuck his mama, she probably was smiling in your face and waving bitches in through the back door while you were leaving out the front. I sideswiped Samiah’s ex-niggas whip when we found out he cheated and got a bitch pregnant. When I found out my man, Samiah’s brother got another bitch pregnant, I went to the storage and fucked up his old school car with a bat. And that’s what you gone do, fuck some shit up then move on unless you just wanna’ make him regret it,” Adisa said.
“I don’t want Kyan’s ass anymore, but we can fuck some shit up at the club and his ass,” Callie answered. In the back of my mind, I recognized that name from somewhere, and I knew it wasn’t from Callie. She never called him by his name before. She always referred to him as, my man, my husband or my nigga.
“Wait do you have a picture of him?” Samiah asked. Callie reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She showed Samiah a picture of him in her phone.
“I must got stupid bitch written on my face because these lames keep playing me left and right.” I could see the hurt in Samiah’s eyes because two guys fucked her over back-to-back. If I wasn’t mistaken, Samiah really liked Kyan. I began to feel bad because I wasn’t in tune with my friends like I used to be.
Although Callie was with Kyan first he demoted her to side-chick after he got with Samiah.
“I really wanna fuck his ass up now,” Callie replied as she balled her fist up.
“Does he have his own car?” Adisa asked.
“Yeah his older brother gave him his old car last year,” Callie answered.
“Wait he said he worked tw
o jobs to get that car.” Samiah ejected.
“I just text his ass and told him fuck him and that we were done.” I didn’t know who I felt more for Callie or Samiah.
“That nigga is a fraud both of y’all are lucky to be rid of his ass. He lives with his mama still and lying about having a hand-me-down car, so you know he’ll lie about anything else.” Emeka spoke up and we all looked at her.
“What? Y’all know my tongue slips when I have good ole’ alcohol in my system,” Emeka said.
“The cab is here let’s go,” I said. It was one of those nights when nobody had to be the designated driver.
*******
I thought I was about to hyperventilate when Adisa stood up on the bar table and started dancing.