“So you gonna diss some good dick for some clit bumpin’?”
“Boy, you better stop tripping on me. You know I got to share my goodies, so don’t throw no drama in my face.” She giggled.
“Can we hook up tomorrow?”
“Ghetti, can I let my coochie rest? Dang, you better not be sprung off my honey pot, but it is kinda cute how I got you wanting to slide up in me every time you breathe.” She giggled.
“I hear ya,” he said, disappointed.
“Look,” she said. “I got to get ready, so I’ll hit you back later, okay.” She waited for him to reply. “Ghetti . . . hello. Boy, I know damn well you ain’t hung up on me!” When she realized he did, she flipped her cell phone shut and made a promise to check his ass. She knew he would get over it. All she had to do was to slide a pussy-scented finger under his nose and his mind would turn mushy. Right now, she had someone else on her mind. She glanced at the time. 6:01 p.m.
Taking a few steps, she stood at the window in her dormitory that overlooked the student parking lot. She smiled when she saw the arctic silver Chrysler Aspen rolling through in search of a parking space. She was already dressed in her fur-lined boots, tight Baby Phat jeans, and a clingy black turtleneck sweater. She liked how fitted clothing made an enticing emphasis on her body. Verenity loved to flaunt her five-foot eight-inches, (32-27-39) frame to both sexes, male and female. She could care less how others would label her. Bisexual or lesbian, she got the best of both worlds and it was true that Ghetti was the only male she was currently fucking. Her first sexual encounter occurred when she was in the tenth grade with another girl who was two grades above her. Verenity was extremely feminine, only dating women in the same nature. She was not attracted to women that looked like a man nor acted like a man. She stayed away from the butch crowd. Her five-month relationship with Detective Amanda Hartford was a special one to Verenity.
She had met Amanda at a lingerie shop at the mall. Verenity had no idea that Amanda was the police. All Verenity could remember was how she could not take her eyes off Amanda’s alluring looks and her perfectly shaped ass. She had to give Amanda some props on how she filled out those tight Abercrombie & Fitch jeans. Verenity was up front and flirted with Amanda until she agreed to have lunch with her. This was easy because Amanda already held a deep secret fantasy about being with another woman. The two started out as true girlfriends just getting to know each other. Amanda was honest and told Verenity about her husband and her pain of being infertile. She also told Verenity that their relationship had to be the deepest of a secret. Verenity was thrown off a bit when Amanda revealed that she was a homicide detective two weeks into their friendship that was already heading toward a relationship.
The two would go out on secret dates, always miles away from Durham. Verenity knew she was going to break Amanda’s virginity in the aspect of woman on woman, so she moved their relationship at a slow pace. Their first sexual touching came after a month of strong dating. Kissing came a few days later. Amanda had lied to her husband and said she had a detective conference located out of town one weekend. In truth, she had gotten a room with Verenity in Rocky Mount. They had tentatively explored each other from head to toe with most of the tentativeness falling on Amanda’s naked shoulders. At one point, Verenity had Amanda whimpering and shivering as she absorbed the wetness from her wet vagina with her pierced tongue. Verenity did not expect Amanda to call back after that torrid weekend of sex. She was proven wrong when Amanda sent her a text message two days later. Ever since then, the two had grown closer. Verenity liked how Amanda slowly opened up and freed herself.
It showed when Verenity slid into the Aspen. Amanda casually leaned across the center section to give Verenity a brief wet kiss with deep intertwined tongue action.
“Where are we headed?” Verenity asked.
“I got a room at the Raleigh Hilton.”
Verenity placed her tote bag in the back as they left North Carolina Central University. Along the trip to Raleigh, the two chatted about numerous topics ranging from music to shoes and of course, sex. The only topic that was off-limits was Amanda’s job. Amanda felt that Verenity was filling that void she had in her life due to her not being able to have kids. With Verenity, her mind was always removed from that sore reminder of her problem. Amanda felt no guilt, only stimulating pleasure. She was now in a steamy shower kissing Verenity as they simultaneously fingered each other. A trail of clothes began at the locked door, ending near the tub. With her free hand, Amanda reached around Verenity’s wet naked hips to caress her voluptuous ass. Verenity arched her butt out signaling that she wanted more action. Verenity broke away from the erotic kiss, moaning as Amanda eased her middle finger up her pussy. Verenity began to shiver as Amanda began working her over with her fingers.
“Oooooo . . . Amanda . . . yes . . . that feels so good!” Verenity was now holding on to the shower rail as Amanda dug deep up in her, causing her to rise up on the tip of her toes. This went on for three to five minutes. Verenity loved vaginal stimulus.
“Turn around,” Amanda panted, pulling her fingers from Verenity’s soaked vagina, slipping them into her mouth. Verenity turned around, touched her toes, and cried out with pleasure as Amanda finger fucked her up the ass. Neither Verenity nor Amanda tried to assume the dominant role when it came to sex. The hot water pelted against Verenity’s back as Amanda found a steady pace with her two stiff fingers. Verenity braced her hand on the chrome faucet then reached back to finger herself. She began to protest her displeasure when Amanda removed her fingers from her ass. She remained silent in position as she looked to see Amanda strapping on a seven-inch black studded dildo.
“Yessss!” Verenity moaned as Amanda got back into the shower. She wiggled her butt to make it bounce and jiggle as Amanda moved in behind her. The sight of the dildo easing up Verenity’s ass nearly caused Amanda to bust a nut. She tossed her wet hair out of her face, braced her stance, gripped Verenity’s thick hips, then began fucking her in the ass with the orgasm producing dildo. Amanda’s rhythmical pounding sent Verenity’s breast swaying in an erotic hypnotizing dance. Verenity took every inch, moaning nonstop and loving every thrust. She still had one hand on the faucet, using the other to grip one of her fleshy butt cheeks, and pulling it apart. She wanted Amanda to see everything.
“Yeah . . . yeahhhh . . . fuck my ass, fuck my ass. Huh. Uh . . . huh . . . uh . . .Uh. . . Aaaaahhhh, damn . . . you do it . . . soooo good!” Verenity panted.
Later in the bed, Verenity had her face buried between Amanda’s strawberry scented creamy thighs sucking on her clit. She knew how to use the round silver ball on the tip of her tongue to make Amanda hit a high note. Amanda was laid on her back with her legs gaped open, massaging her own tits while rolling her pussy against Verenity’s mouth. They had all kinds of toys to get off on. Amanda’s favorite was the black double-headed dildo. Nothing was off-limits. Ass licking was a fetish to Verenity. At one point, Verenity had Amanda squirming away as she stroked her doggy style with an eight-inch dildo that had a battery operated twirling tip. She fucked Amanda’s wet pussy endlessly. She even sat Amanda on the dresser top and fucked her standing up. She had sucked on her creamy soft breast as Amanda pleaded with her to never stop what she was doing to her. Amanda locked her legs around Verenity as she pumped the dildo in and out of her slippery pussy. She threw her head back with one arm braced behind her with the other wrapped around Verenity’s neck. She could feel the slick dresser top from the juices flowing from her pussy. For a split second, she had a thought: What would it be like to fuck a black man? Amanda lost count of the number of times she climaxed. She was now on the floor in a side-by-side sixty-nine enjoying Verenity’s addictive taste of her shaved vagina. She had no shame, nor regrets as she continued to lick, suck, slurp, and eat Verenity’s meaty pussy. In Amanda’s eleven years of marriage, she had never cheated on her husband, and from her perspective, this was not cheating. At last, the two got off by grinding their pussies together to rea
ch climax, then reluctantly took their showers separately. By 10:38 p.m., they were headed back to Durham.
*Durham Police Department*
The phone on Detective Hartford’s desk rang for the fifth time before the voice mail service picked up. The caller hung up, never having the mindset to leave a message. The caller jotted down the time as he flipped his cell phone closed. 10:45 p.m. He had no idea where Amanda was, but he knew one thing, she was not working late. Pulling his dark-colored Chevy Silverado from the curb, he had the satisfaction that he would soon find out about Amanda’s secret life and every little secret she attempted to hide.
CHAPTER 4:
Ghetti Did It!
Durham, North Carolina
Three Days Later
Hump-day Wednesday rolled around and Ghetti found himself back in Durham. He had to stay true to his word, leaving the drug game alone. This was the first time he was back in Durham since leaving Maria after their date—if you wanted to call it that. He was only in Durham to return the fully automatic Tec-22 back to San. Maria had called Ghetti on Monday to inform him that nothing had changed with her brother and the same went for Poo-Man. Ghetti could care less about Poo-Man. She called again on Tuesday night and their conversation was mellow and with no direct intent. Since he was in the area, he figured he would drop by and give Maria a surprise visit. He was backing out of San’s driveway in his Caprice when out of nowhere a forest green Suburban slid to a stop, blocking him in. Ghetti slammed on the brakes, panicked, but instinctively reached for his Glock .45.
*Durham Police Department*
Earlier around 12:35 p.m. Detective Carter was happily counting the $200 she had won from Detective Hartford. In truth, she had hoped the DNA test had found a match so she and Detective Hartford could have a suspect. They had no one stepping forward with any substantial info and each day that went by went against the two detectives. Detective Carter felt guilty due to her lack of giving the case her full attention. It was nearly impossible to do because of her personal problems. She was alone in her office while Detective Hartford was out on a lunch break. When the phone on her desk rang, she removed her glasses then picked it up.
“Homicide, Detective Carter speaking. How may I help you?”
“Volanda,” a deep voice replied through the earpiece. “I need to speak to you.”
Detective Carter began gripping the phone. “What do you want?” she said firmly through clenched teeth.
“First, I would like for you to calm down. Second, I want you to think about what you’re doing.”
“Listen!” Detective Carter snapped. “I don’t need to think about anything, Okay! I know what I’m doing and I don’t need your help or your pathetic advice, so please leave me the fuck alone.”
“Volanda,” he pleaded, knowing he had lost her. “Don’t go through with this, please. Listen, we made a small mistake that’s all. Just let me help you fix it all. I’ll pay for–”
“Shut up!” she shouted, pounding her fist so hard that a sharp pain ran up her arm. She ignored it, lowering her heated voice. “I dare you to call this situation a small mistake. For the last time, you need to listen to me and listen well. This is no longer our problem, it’s mine and mine alone. You can help me by leaving me the fuck alone!” With that stated, she slammed the phone down without a conception of saying good-bye. For a minute or two, she massaged her temples to lower her blood pressure. When she felt she could stand without feeling lightheaded, she stood, gathered her cell phone, glasses and her jacket, leaving the stressful office. On her way out, she called Detective Hartford and requested that she meet her at Glenbrook.
Ghetti was speechless when Fly jumped out of the Suburban with a wide grin on his face, sporting a black Rocawear Velour tracksuit. Fly was back on his feet. His Suburban was brand new, flamboyantly nesting on a set of triple chrome 30-inch Asanti rims. Fly had sold every gram of coke and was now about to make a power move to Miami, Florida. Fly showed his love toward Ghetti by handing him $5000 for G.P.
“You leavin’ for Miami right now?” Ghetti asked, checking out the icy chain draped around Fly’s neck.
“Just as soon as I gas up, I’m hitting ninety five, south—straight ballin’!” He sang the last two words, unconsciously grabbing at his crotch.
Ghetti glanced at the stunning Suburban to see a bad ass white chick propped up in the passenger seat applying some lip color to her Angelina Jolie shaped lips. “Who the snow bunny?”
Fly grinned. “That’s Jazmine, A.K.A. Thunder.”
“Thunder from the strip club; the one with a booty like Buffie?”
“Sho nuff!” Fly said but added, “She got an ass, but it ain’t like Buffie’s though.”
“Why you takin’ her to Miami?” Ghetti asked folding his arms.
“P.I.M.P,” Fly said. “That hoe gonna be my secret weapon.” He then gave Ghetti his new cell number and told him to stay in touch.
Ghetti got back into his Caprice and drove directly for Maria’s crib. He stood at the front door ringing the doorbell for nearly a minute and a half before Maria opened the door. Ghetti’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Maria stood in the doorway dripping wet and naked. Her breast and goodies were covered by a towel while her wet hair added an intimate look about her. After they both overcame the awkward moment, she invited him inside then rushed back to the shower.
Ghetti made himself at ease by lounging on the flower print sofa. He left the TV off and took the time to check his text messages on his cell phone. He only had two, and both were from Verenity. About ten minutes later, Maria walked into the living room with a towel wrapped around her head. She still looked sexy, even in a white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. The way her breast moved freely, he knew she was not wearing a bra.
“So, what’s up with the surprise visit?” she said, flopping down on the sofa, smelling like a mixture of fruit. Ghetti wondered if she would taste just the same. Nah, he was tripping to even think of sexing her.
“Just in the area,” he said, forcing himself not to stare at her nipple prints.
“Poo called this morning,” she said without any joy.
“You tell ‘em you love ‘em?” Ghetti joked.
She glared at him. “No,” she said. “But I did tell him how I had a wet vivid dream about you licking my chocha last night.” She had jokes too and laughed briefly when Ghetti’s mouth fell open.
“Yeah right,” he said, stunned at her candidness. “But on the real, whut he say?”
“Nothing much,” she said, folding her legs underneath her. “He just asked why I won’t write nor visit him. He did ask about you. Wanted to know have I seen you since the day you spoke to him. I know Poo, and that was his slick way to see if you been over. And for the record, I kept our little um, date, a secret.” She smiled.
“Are you goin’ to visit him?” he asked evenly.
She glanced away. “I doubt it.” She looked back at him. “My brother told me not to go near the jail.”
“Why not?” He moved his arm to rest on the back of the sofa.
“Something about the immigration agents.”
“Whut that got to do wit’ you?”
“I don’t know, but my brother knows something that I don’t.”
“Damn,” he said concerned.
Maria picked up the remote and turned the TV on. She aimlessly flipped through the countless channels at a slow pace. She still got upset and sad whenever she thought of her incarcerated brother. “Can you take me to the grocery store?” she asked.
“When?”
“Now, if you can.”
“Well, I’m waitin’ on you then, get dressed.”
“Get dressed,” she playfully mimicked his smooth voice.
“Oh, you a comedian now?”
“Its comedienne,” she corrected him.
“Whut?”
“A comedian is a male comic and a comedienne is a female.”
Ghetti caught her off guard by throwing the sofa pil
low that was beside him. It hit Maria on her shoulder. “Since you so smart, why you ain’t have the sense to duck?”
“Boy, don’t make me get WWF diva up in here.” She giggled. “You’ll find your fine self on your back.” She pushed the sofa pillow to the floor.
“Please.” He waved her off. “Keep thinkin’ that fake wrestlin’ shit work if you want to.”
“I bet you won’t try.” She stood up in a frisky mood. “I know I can pin you down for the count.”
“Go ‘head now,” he warned her as he tried to keep a serious mug.
“I know you ain’t scared of a girl,” she said, bouncing from foot to foot. Her breast bounced with her every movement and this was something that Ghetti could not ignore. “I want to wrestle!”
“I’ma tell you one time now.” He came to his feet as she walked up on him. Before he was at his full height of 6’2”, she lunged at him, going low. “Girl, stop playin’!” He struggled with her grinning from ear to ear.
Every inch of her body was soft. He was reaching for her legs when BLAM! His temper rose when he realized that he had just been scoped off his feet by a 4’11” female. The shit hit directly to his pride. He was about to shove her the fuck off, but that thought was defeated when she slid her sweet, minty tongue between his lips. The towel had unraveled from her head, allowing her damp hair to hang freely. He could feel its wetness on his cheeks and neck as their kiss became passionate. She straddled him, tasting every inch of his mouth. It all happened too fast, for the next second he had his hands up under her shirt. When he filled his hands with her succulent breast, she produced an erotic sound from her chest. He massaged them causing her to flinch, and then he softly pinched her erect nipples. He could not deny his lust toward her. He had been attracted to her since the first day he met her. Ghetti was not the one to toss salt on the next man, plus he had kept it real and respected that she was Poo-Man’s girl, but now all that respect bullshit was out the window. He had lost respect for Poo-Man and what better way to crush Poo-Man than to lay some dick up in his girl. Hell, she was the one throwing the pussy and Ghetti was catching. She was grinding hard against his dick as she tongued him down. Seconds later, she sat up, breathing hard.
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