by Natavia
“Damn.” I cried out as my body quivered from a mind-blowing orgasm. Jaz continued to slurp on my pussy as my head collapsed onto the pillow. I watched with hooded eyes as he licked my juices off his lips; he kissed his way up my body.
He reached for a condom on the dresser and ripped it open with his teeth. I watched as he put the condom on then lined his dick up perfectly with my pussy and slid into home.
He kissed me one last time, he slightly pulled back to push himself forward until he was all the way in me. I whimpered as he rotated his hips. Jaz was giving me sensual deep strokes. I wrapped one leg around his back and he began piercing into me with hard, long, deep strokes.
“How does it feel?” he moaned out.
“Dammit, Jaz, right there.” I moaned out as I thrust my hips up in tune with Jaz’s strokes.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Jaz groaned as he pulled back until only his tip was at my opening then surged back into me. I threw my head back in pleasure and gripped his biceps tightly.
It seemed like the wetter I got the quicker he dove in and out of me. Our moans of pleasure bounced off the walls.
I raked my nails along his back, it felt so good. I could feel Jaz’s dick pulsating inside of me as my muscles began to contract around his dick. The sounds of our bodies colliding mixed in with our moans were the only sounds in the room.
I could feel his dick twitch inside of me as he pounded in and out of me over and over again as I continued to cream all over his dick. He groaned out my name as he came inside of the condom just as my orgasm completely took me over. He collapsed on top of me as he continued to jerk inside of me. He rolled over to the side of me, we laid there catching our breath.
Six weeks later, Jaz brought me the same picture his friend Chelsea had in the gallery. The only difference was the girl in the picture was me. I hung the picture in my room as a reminder of Jaz. I was going to love him, regardless of what Samiah said. Jaz was romantic and maybe hood love really wasn’t for me.
13. Emeka
June 2005
“D amn, Zadik! Damn it, baby!” I moaned as his tongue went in and out of me. I was the only employee left because it was my turn to lock up. Zadik and I were in the back room. He came to pick me up from work, but I invited him in. Our sex life had increased, but I wasn’t complaining. He turned me out and had me doing things that would've put my friends to shame. He turned me over and inserted his tongue into my backside. I stuck my fingers inside of my pussy and it was one of the best feelings in the world.
“I’m about to come!” I screamed as my legs trembled. I bit my bottom lip when he entered me. Minutes later we both climaxed. No matter what, we always squeezed in a quickie.
“I love you,” he said as he kissed my lips.
“I love you too,” I replied.
His phone rang while I was fixing my clothes.
“I have to take this call. I’ll be outside in the car,” Zadik said. Faraji text me and told me to let Cayman inside of our apartment because she wasn’t going to be home in time. Faraji was never home so plenty of times I forgot I had a roommate. I didn’t feel comfortable being around Cayman while Faraji wasn’t present. He wasn’t a bad guy or anything like that. I just couldn’t ignore the chemistry we had the day my car broke down. I locked up the store and headed for Zadik’s car.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, that was my coach. What if I don’t get drafted?” he asked.
“You will. I have faith in you,” I replied. He brushed his thumb across my cheek.
“What would I do without you?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ll lose my mind without you,” I said and he smirked. He pulled off and headed for my apartment. When we pulled up thirty minutes later, Cayman was sitting on the step in front of our building. He looked pissed off about something.
“Are you coming up?” I asked Zadik.
“Naw, I can’t tonight. I have a few things to take care of, but I’ll come back if it’s not too late,” he replied.
“Okay, see you later,” I said. I kissed his cheek and stepped out of his car. He blew me a kiss before he pulled off.
“Where the fuck is Faraji?” Cayman asked me.
I was so used to seeing him calm, but I heard from Sam that they weren't doing too good. Cayman began to develop trust issues with Faraji.
“She had to work late,” I replied.
“She missed my graduation,” Cayman said sadly.
“Faraji helps her dad take care of her sisters, so sometimes she spends a lot of time at work for extra money,” I said.
“Where does she work at? I’m starting to think that she's playing me for another nigga. I’ve been patient with her, and I have been giving her space. I would never miss out on any important moments in her life,” he said.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said.
He followed me upstairs and I unlocked the door. I told him to make himself at home while I went inside of my bedroom to call Faraji.
“Helloooo,” she answered the phone.
“How dare you! How in the fuck did you miss your boyfriend’s graduation? Your father doesn’t need all of your help, Faraji. I thought he found a better job? What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“Oh my God! I missed his graduation? I feel so bad,” she lied. Faraji didn’t care about Cayman’s graduation. So many women wanted a man like Cayman and Faraji took him for granted. He sent flowers to the apartment for her just because, but she left them by the door to dry out. The last few times he sent them, I took them to my room and sat them on my desk.
“You just ought to feel bad! What the fuck were you thinking? You have a good guy Faraji. At least he didn’t put you through what Zadik put me through,” I said. Only if she knew all of what Zadik did to me.
“I’ll be there,” she said. I heard a woman giggling in the background.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Get off of my back, Emeka! I’ll be there and tell Cayman to stay put,” she said and hung up. Cayman was sitting on the couch rolling up a blunt.
“I need this to take my mind off of wrapping my hands around her throat. She made me look like a fool in front of my family. I bragged about this girl for months and she didn’t show up. I feel so fucked up. Niggas warned me about her and told me that she wasn’t any good. I should've listened because I see it now,” he said.
“I’m sure she has a good explanation,” I lied. Faraji was becoming a liar. She probably has been a liar. She was my only friend so a lot of things I turned a blind eye to.
“Naw, ain’t shit she can say about this one,” he said.
“Do you want something to eat? A drink or something?” I asked.
“I’ll take a drink,” he replied and lit up his blunt.
I made our drinks in the kitchen and came back out with them. I sat Cayman’s drink down in front of him. I couldn’t ignore how handsome he was. He looked more mature from when I first met him. His arms were nice and toned; he had the sexiest eyes I had ever seen. Faraji bragged about Cayman’s sex so I couldn’t understand why she was doing him dirty. He was perfect in my eyes.
“Appreciate it,” he said.
I turned the TV on and the movie, Waiting to Exhale was on.
“They have a lot of movies for women that make niggas look bad, but ain't shit about ungrateful ass females,” Cayman said.
“It’s not every day you’ll see an ungrateful female,” I replied.
“Why is your friend so difficult to love? I go to war for her and don’t ask for shit in return but loyalty,” he said. I could tell by his eyes that he was heartbroken.
“I thought I was everything to Zadik and he cheated on me. I was faithful to him but sometimes that's not good enough. I realized it wasn’t me, it was him. Don’t stress yourself if you know you did everything right,” I said.
“Zadik stepped out on you? Damn, sorry to hear that,” he said. He passed me the blunt and I took a few
puffs from it.
“I forgave him but it still hurts,” I admitted.
“You got a good head on your shoulders. You ain’t all wild and shit. You also don’t roam the streets and don’t have a bad reputation attached to your name. I’m not trying to talk about the nigga because he’s cool people, but he was trippin’ for that. I bet he won’t do it again though because some nigga will snatch you up quick,” Cayman said.
“You think so?” I asked.
“Shorty, trust me. I’m not trying to be disrespectful but we both know who I’m supposed to be with,” he replied. I shyly blushed and turned away from him. It was something about him that intimidated me but not in a bad way. I didn’t know how to respond to Cayman’s comment so I changed the subject.
We talked and drank for hours and Faraji still hadn’t shown up. Zadik wasn’t answering his phone so I figured he was asleep because his days were always busy. Cayman was tipsy and high—we both were. He tried to get up from off the couch and fell over. I burst into a fit of laughter.
“Damn, I’m fucked up,” he said. We drank two bottles of Remy V.S.O.P.
“You can crash on the couch. I’m ready to go to bed,” I said. He kicked his shoes off and took off his shirt. My eyes grew big as saucers. Cayman made Zadik look like the young adult he was. Cayman was all man and I couldn’t stop wondering how we would have ended up if I had gone out on that date with him.
“Goodnight,” I said but he was already asleep.
Images of Cayman’s body flooded my mind as I showered. I got mad at myself for looking at my best-friend’s man. Another thought invaded my mind. It was of Cayman picking me up in his strong arms to give me the big dick Faraji bragged about.
“Stop it, Emeka!” I snapped at myself. The liquor and weed caused me to have a lot of devious thoughts.
I closed my eyes and stood underneath the shower head. Images of Cayman fucking me against the wall flooded my mind. I hurriedly got out of the shower and grabbed my towel. I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed feeling ashamed. I stared at the wall until I heard someone come into my room.
“About time you made it home,” I said but nobody responded. When I turned around, Caymon was standing in the doorway staring at me. His eyes roamed over my body. No man has ever looked at me the way Cayman looked at me. He stared at me as if he had never seen anyone like me before. I wished Zadik looked at me that way.
“Come here Emeka,” he said.
“Ummmm, I don’t think that's a good idea,” I replied.
“Come here so I can talk to you,” he said.
“Faraji will be home in a minute,” I said.
“Faraji ain’t coming home and we both know that,” he said. He walked over to me and scooted me back on my bed. Temptation was a battle I was fighting and it was winning. His hands slid up my legs but I couldn’t move them. I was curious to know what he was going to do. He spread my legs open and slid my towel up. The gesture alone caused me to get moist. Cayman was driving me insane.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I always wanted you,” he said.
“This is not right,” I said.
He brushed his thumb across my clit and a moan slipped from my mouth. I heard a car pull up and I jumped out of my bed to look out the window. I saw Faraji parking her car in the parking lot.
“Faraji is here!” I said and pushed him off the bed. He fell on the floor and hit his head on my nightstand. He was still drunk so he wasn’t moving fast enough. I helped him out of my room and back onto the couch. I went into my room and locked the door. I got underneath my covers pissed off at myself and Cayman for being put in that predicament. I heard Faraji’s key at the front door. Cayman cursed her out as soon as she stepped into the apartment. His deep voice bounced off the walls as he yelled at her.
“Let me explain,” Faraji said.
“Explain what, bitch? Do you want to explain how ungrateful you are? Take your clothes off and let me smell your pussy because I don’t believe you!” Cayman yelled at her.
“Why are you so insecure?” she asked him.
“I know you are out here being a hoe! Tell me now so we can get this over with. Are you fucking another nigga?” he asked.
“No! I went with Sam to visit her brother and we got caught in traffic. I came home late because we had to rush Yavin to the hospital. You know he was a preemie and had complications. I didn’t mean to miss it. Please, Cayman just forgive me,” Faraji begged and I got pissed off. I was pissed off because she used Sam’s nephew to cover up her lie. I didn’t want Cayman to believe her but he did. Faraji had him wrapped around her finger. She didn’t deserve him at all. They made up and he was back in her room fucking her brains out. I tossed and turn all night because of the ache that formed between my legs. I got out of my bed and walked to the other side of the apartment where Faraji’s room was. I don’t recall being a sleepwalker but I think I was that night. I noticed the door wasn’t closed all the way as I tiptoed down the hall. I slightly pushed it opened so they couldn’t hear me. My nipples hardened and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably as I watched Cayman fuck Faraji as she ran away from him. He was passionate but very aggressive. He was the dominant one in the bedroom. He pushed her legs up and pounded into her. The headboard banged against the wall as she screamed his name. Cayman wrapped his hand around her throat and gently choked her as he plowed himself deeper into her pussy. He sucked on her bottom lip and my wetness seeped through my panties. He locked eyes with me and I couldn’t move. He blew me a kiss and winked at me as he fucked Faraji. I was so turned on that I ran down the hallway. I closed my door and locked it. I hid underneath my covers as if the Boogieman was going to come and get me. Cayman fucked Faraji until the sun came up and I had to listen to it all.
The next morning…
I walked out of my bedroom and Faraji was in the kitchen making Cayman breakfast while he waited at the table.
“Good morning. Would you like some pancakes?” Faraji asked me.
“No,” I answered dryly.
Her cell rang and she went to her bedroom to answer it. Cayman got up and walked over to me.
“I apologize for last night. I was wrong for that,” he said.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Have a good day,” I said. I walked out of the kitchen with my orange juice in my hand. Cayman left right after he ate breakfast.
“Care to explain why you used Sam’s nephew to cover up your damn lie?” I asked her when she sat on the couch next to me.
“What else was I supposed to say?” she asked.
“Anything but that! Why are you involving our friends in your damn lies? Who are you?” I asked Faraji.
“Question is, who are you?” she spat.
“I’m your friend,” I said and she chuckled.
“You would've covered for me last night if you were! Why did you let him say that shit to me? You were supposed to have my back,” she replied.
“Have your back? I always had your back but you are doing dumb shit. Be honest for once. Are you sleeping with someone else?” I asked.
“Yes, I am and she does it way better! Are you happy now?” she asked with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t love him like I used to but I don’t want him with anybody else. Why can’t I just keep him around until I figure out what I want? I like women,” Faraji admitted. Faraji missed her boyfriend’s graduation because she was with a woman.
Before I could reply to her my phone rang, it was my uncle. He told me I had to fly out to my grandmother as soon as possible. Carl only gave me a few details on the matter and the details he did give made my heart pound with fear. By the time I hung up the phone Faraji was gone once more.
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“It’s time for us to board the flight,” Zadik said as he picked up both of our carry on bags and headed to the forming line. I picked up my purse and followed behind him.
Carl had called me a week ago saying my grandmother was getting more and
more agitated each day. Since I had never taken a vacation from work, I had over two weeks of vacation hours. I called my job and told them I had a family emergency and needed a week off. My boss told me to take as much time as I needed.
It was my first time on a plane and I had to admit that I was kind of scared. I took two Tylenol pms for the short flight to South Carolina. I was in a deep sleep when Zadik woke me up and told me our plane landed. Carl stood outside of the airport waiting for us. I dropped my luggage and ran to him for a hug. I hadn’t seen him since he took my grandmother with him to South Carolina. Visiting hours were over at the facility my grandmother was in so we went to Carl’s house. After we showered and got dressed for bed, Zadik came into the room I was sleeping in. Carl quickly escorted him out of the room. My uncle made Zadik sleep on the couch and he got up almost every hour to make sure Zadik wasn’t in the room with me. He was old fashioned, the complete opposite of my mother.