by J Peach
“Yo, I’m serious as fuck—”
“I know and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Krystal cut me off while wrapping her arms around my neck. “Can I have a kiss?” My face scrunched up as I looked at her ass like she was stupid. Rolling her eyes, Krystal burst out laughing. “Why you look at me like that though, just give me a peck.”
“Get yo ass off me. Give you a fuckin’ kiss, bitch you crazy.” Her hand hit against my cheek.
“I ain’t gon’ be too many more of yo bitches either, you better watch that shit.” Looking at her and licking my lips, I laughed as I nodded.
“Slap me again—” Again, her hand hit my cheek before she quickly grabbed my wrist.
“Stop, Blaze. I was only playing. Fo’real though, give me a kiss, you hurt my damn lip.” Puckering her lips up she leaned into me and I jerked my head back.
“Yo damn lips shouldn’t be fuckin’ running, spitting out bullshit. Now get yo ass off me. This fuckin’ car stink.” Smacking her lips, Krystal got off me.
“Nigga, my damn car don’t stink. Give me a kiss, for real.” Again, her lips puckered.
With a shake of my head, I pushed the back door open, about to get out.
“Blaze, stop playing, I said I was sorry.” Again, she grabbed me and slipped into my lap.
“I don’t give a fuck, get up.”
“What you about to do?” She asked while running her hands over my jacket, then inside it.
“Shid, get the fuck away from yo ass,” I told her, pulling her hands from the inside of my jacket as she tried wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Why you playing? Let’s do something.” Licking my lips, I smiled, making her laugh. “No, I’m not talkin’ about me sucking yo dick. I don’t have to be at work until four, so let’s just hang out until then if you don’t have anything to do.” Shid, I ain’t have nothing do besides meeting the niggas to play basketball.
I contemplated on callin’ Peaches ass, but she was confused and being around me only made shit harder, as she said. Wasn’t ‘bout to chase after her ass, she wasn’t about to keep giving me the run around. So fuck it.
“You ate yet?”
“Mhm, I was about to leave when I noticed you. Oh, shit. My aunt Tina, I forgot all about her. Come on,” opening the back door, she climbed off my lap, getting out. “Come on.” Grabbing my hand, she pulled me out the backseat.
“How the fuck you forget yo aunt?” I asked as we walked back inside Coney Island.
“When she went to the bathroom I saw you and forgot.” An embarrassing look crossed her face, making her look down at the ground.
“Shid, its cool. I got that effect on you.”
Smacking her lips, Krystal rolled her eyes. “Nigga, please. You ain’t got shit over me?” My brows rose at that, making her laugh. “Whatever. When I let yo ass go, don’t be sayin’ shit.” Shid, I wasn’t gon’ say shit.
“That’s what yo mouth sayin’, ass know you ain’t gon’ drop shit but to yo knees.” I pushed my tongue into the side of my jaw and Krystal stopped walking.
“Fuck you. Bet I don’t no mo.” Laughing, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. “Nuh-uh, nope, move Blaze. You bogus for that shit. No, move, I’m not even playin’.” Krystal tried prying my arms from her waist as her head continued to shake.
“I’m bullshittin’, yo, but it ain’t like it’s a lie though. So kill that shit,” I spoke truthfully.
“True or not, yo ass was bogus for sayin’ that shit,” she fussed with a pout.
Laughing, I let her go. “Gon’ handle yo aunt. I’ll catch you in a minute.” Glancing at me, she stopped walking. “Man, gon’. I’ll be back there in a minute.” I turned away from her and walked back to the table where Mac and Pooh still sat.
“Nigga, I thought you was gone. You tagged shorty?” Those little niggas was crazy.
“Hell n’all. Aye, but I’ma catch up with you niggas later. If I don’t stop by tonight, I’ll be there in the morning, i’ight?”
“I’ight,” shaking up with them both, I grabbed the bill. “Aye, that’s you though?” Pooh asked, nodding in Krystal’s direction.
“N’all, that ain’t. We cool though. Why, you tryna get at her?” I asked him and they both nodded.
“Shid, if she ain’t you then yeah,” Pooh stated and Mac agreed.
“Fuck I’m thinkin’, I’ll bag shorty,” Mac said, lookin’ over at Krystal then back to me with his eyes slanted. “You ain’t fuckin that babe?”
“N’all, I ain’t hitting her. She blow me though. So if you fuckin’ with her, I’m tellin’ you now, it ain’t gon’ stop until she fuck up with me again.” I told them truth. As long as Krystal’s ass acted right, her mouth I was gon’ keep fuckin’. Period. Then again, even if she did start spittin’ bullshit, I’d probably still fuck with her. At least until I found another bitch that could suck a dick better than her.
“Shid, I wanna hit her, fuck that. Shorty got ass. Yeah, let’s go talk to her,” Mac said, hopping up and stretching. He then began straightening out his red Polo shirt and fixing his black polo jeans that hung low. Bending down, he pulled the tongue to his red, white and black 45 high IP Jordan’s over the bottom of his jeans. Then he stood up and grabbed his red Phillies snapback.
“Damn, my nigga, You need some lip gloss and perfume too?” I asked as he reminded me of Peaches tryna fix herself up before going into a restaurant.
“That’s what the fuck I’m thinkin’, yo,” Pooh said, laughing and slapping up with me.
“Fuck y’all niggas, man,” Mac said with a slight mug, but ended up laughing. “Man, fuck y’all. Shid, I gotda try and take her from this big, pretty mothafucka,” he said as he pointed to me. Pooh shrugged.
Shaking my head, I reached in my pocket and grabbed my money. I pulled off a few bills and tossed it on the table.
“Do you need to stop by the bathroom and check yoself in the mirror before we go over there?” I asked Mac, making Pooh laugh.
“Nigga, fuck you. Let’s go.” Laughing, I lead them over to where Krystal sat talkin’ to a mocha skinned chick that looked no older than her. Pretty babe, too. Seeing us coming, she smiled and waved us over.
“Hey, come sit down for a sec.” Krystal pointed to a chair next to her. Looking at Mac, I nodded toward the chair.
“Aye, Pooh, grab that chair over there.” Pooh grabbed the chair from the table behind them as I did. Pooh sat his chair on the other side of Krystal while I sat between Mac and the chick she was with. I looked over at her and she rolled her eyes, making me laugh.
“Fuck you rollin’ yo damn eyes fah?”
Smacking her lips, she looked at ol’ girl. “Tina, this Blaze. B, this Tina.” She introduced us before looking at Pooh and Mac. “I don’t know them so…” She trailed off, looking at me.
“Mac, Pooh, that’s Krystal and Tina.”
“So you her boyfriend or something?” Tina asked, smiling.
Looking at Krystal, my brows rose at the question. “Or something. N’all, she ain’t my girl, we cool though. Why? You tryna get on? I mean you a little flat, but I can fuck with you, thicken yo ass out quick.” Ol’ girl’s eyes got big as hell, making me laugh. “Baby girl, I’m fuckin’ with you. I’m a taken man, my lady will fuck around and beat all our ass.” Thinking about Peaches beating Krystal’s ass had me laughing.
“Blaze, leave her alone. She don’t want yo ass,” Krystal said, rolling her eyes before sending a glare my way.
“Fuck you rollin’ yo eyes fah? Leave my man alone, if he wanna tag shorty let ’em,” Mac jumped in.
“Excuse me?” Krystal asked before moving her head back slightly from the way Mac was lookin’ at her. “What? Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“Shid, you a beautiful girl, I can’t help but stare. You got a man, Krystal?” Mac asked and she glanced at me.
“N’all, she ain’t got a nigga, she single,” I told him.
“No shit? Ain’t no nigga plugged you yet
? Niggas don’t know beauty when they see it, they lost. You should let me get to know you,” Mac spoke to her smoothly, making her yellow ass blush.
“I should?” She asked him.
“Most definitely.” He nodded again and she looked at me.
“Fuck you lookin at me fah? I ain’t talkin’ to yo ass, he is.” I don’t know why her stupid ass kept looking at me.
Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Mac, giving him a once over. “How old are you?” She asked with a frown.
“Twenty-one—”
Krystal laughed, cutting him off. “Boy—”
“Hold up, shorty, I ain’t been no damn boy since I was six, yo. Don’t let that mouth of yours get that ass in trouble,” Mac told her, standing up. “I’ight, B. We out, hit us up later though.” After slapping up with me, he turned to Krystal, grabbing her phone off the table. “When you wanna be on some grown woman shit, hit my line.” Like I had done a few moments ago, he pulled out a wad of money, pulled off a few bills, then tossed them on the table before walkin’ off.
Tina grabbed the money off the table. Counting five bills and sitting one down, she pocketed the rest.
“Bitch, you dumb, he sexy as hell. If you don’t want him, I’ll have his ass,” she snapped at Krystal before looking at me. “It was nice meeting you, Blaze.” With that, she was off, walking fast as hell.
“Why the fuck you gon’ play my man like that though? You done fuck’d up, you turned him down. That shit ain’t gon’ fly.” Mac was a younger version of myself and if anything, being blown off wasn’t gon’ ride, he was gon’ come back. He liked submissive bitches too, and Krystal ass was just that. He was gon’ get her ass one day.
“That boy is too young for me,” she stated, making me look at her ass like she was stupid.
“You twenty-five, what the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout. Yo ass to young fah me then. Get the fuck outda here with that bullshit. Man, let’s go.” Getting up, we walked out the restaurant. Once we got out, I started laughing. Mac had Tina trapped between him and the black Range Rover truck. Little nigga had no shame. “Where you tryna go?” I asked Krystal.
“River Oaks mall. Let’s go there.” Stopping, she looked at my bike.
“I’m not getting on that, let’s just take my car.” Looking at her car, I shook my head while starting up my bike.
“N’all, just follow me out there. If you get something, where the fuck you gon’ put it?” I stated, again she rolled her eyes.
“That’s why I said let’s take my car. Blaze!” Grabbing the back of my jacket, she quickly stopped me. “You really gon’ pull off while I’m talkin’ to you?”
“I’m ‘bout to say fuck it and gon’ ‘bout mines. Now follow me out there or I’m gone.” As I revved the bike she smacked her lips.
“Whatever.”
“Damn, shorty. He ain’t even tryna roll with you. I would’ve hopped in that beat up ass car with you. My man too fresh to be seen in that shit,” Mac yelled over to us, laughing. “Come on, baby girl, stop playing and come take a ride with me. If I take this bitch with me it’s done, yo. You might as well lose that number,” he told Krystal.
Looking at her, I raised a brow. “This gon’ be yo last time. He bounce with yo aunt it’s done,” I told her.
“What, you want me to go with him?” She asked in disbelief.
Laughing, I shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck what you do. My nigga tryna get at you, but yo ass acting stuck up though.”
“Are you serious right now, Blaze?” Again, I shrugged. “Man, let’s just go.” Stomping off to her car and getting in, she slammed the door. Laughing, I pulled off, heading to the mall.
Chapter 19
Blaze
“How this look?” Krystal had me walking all through the mall, dragging me from one store to the next. Now, I sat by the dressing room textin’ Mane, letting him know I’d be through after the game at the courts when Krystal walked out.
“Turn around.” Twirling my finger around, Krystal turned so I could take in the tight, red strapless dress. “It’s straight. Yo ass look lopsided in that dress, though.” Shrugging, I lit the screen of my phone back up.
“Fo’real?” She asked, turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder at her reflection.
“I’m bullshittin’. You look good, that dress can be a little longer. That mothafucka stop right at yo ass. When you bend over a nigga gon’ see everything,” I told her, still lookin’ at her ass. “Fuck you tryna get that little ass dress fah anyways?”
Laughing, Krystal looked at me. “Why you say it like that? Blaze, don’t tell me you jealous.”
Shaking my head, I stood up and walked to her. “Fuck I gotda be jealous fah?” I pulled the back of the dress down. “Shid, what kind of friend would I be if I let you go out lookin’ like a hoe. Gon’, man, fo’real though.” Krystal tried to hit me for what I said.
“I’m not a hoe.”
“Shut the fuck up, I ain’t call yo ass a hoe. I said what you got on make you look like a hoe. You got too much ass to be wearing that little shit.” Krystal folded her arms under her chest, hip cocked to the right as she looked me up. “The fuck you looking at me like that fah?”
“Let me find out you just hating because other niggas gon’ be looking,” she stated with a raised brow.
I wasn’t hating. But if she wanted to think that, I’d let her. “That’s what you thinkin’?” Humming, she walked closer to me, closing the space between us.
“Exactly what I’m thinking,” Krystal’s arms went around my waist as she stood on her tiptoes. Even with standing on her tips she still couldn’t kiss me.
Taking ahold of her chin and tilting her head back my head dropped down and I kissed her like she wanted. She was most definitely growing on a nigga. Krystal’s arms tightened around my waist and she started walking backwards.
I pulled away, making her whine. “Go take that small ass dress off and go find something else.”
“Blaze— Ah, shit nigga,” Krystal snapped as I slapped her on the ass hard.
“Hurry the fuck up and go take that shit off. Stop frontin’, yo ass know you like that,” I told her, slapping her ass again.
“Stop, that hurt. You got my ass stinging.”
“You like that shit, though.” Krystal mugged me hard before laughing.
“So what? Whether I like it or not don’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She finished saying with a pouty face. She was too soft for me though, she took too much shit from me without a fight. She whined and cried about shit, that was too much. If she was a little bit tougher then maybe I could see myself fuckin’ with her on some real shit. Then again, I couldn’t because of her fuckin’ mouth.
“Man, gon’. Don’t yo ass gotda be at work in like a half hour?” I asked while looking at my vibrating phone.
“Oh shit, I forgot all about work. I might as well just call off—” She started saying as I walked her into the dressing room.
“N’all, don’t do that shit. Yo ass ain’t got no reason to call off. Just let ’em know you gon’ be a few minutes late.” I was about to close the door, but she stopped it.
“You not gon’ come help me take this dress off? It’s kinda tight and I’ma need help pulling it off.” Before I could answer, she was already pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me. Krystal’s ass thought she was slick. Shit was tempting as fuck, even so, I didn’t voice my thoughts.
Grabbing the zipper, I pulled it down to her lower back and pulled the strapless dress down her hips. Stepping out of it, Krystal bent down to pick it up.
“Why the fuck you wanna play, huh?” Taking hold of her hips and turning her around to face me, I picked her up, pressing her against the wall. Laughing, Krystal’s arms went around my neck.
“You the only one that be playing,” she finished saying with a trace of her tongue to my bottom lip. “So stop playing when we both know you want to.” Sliding her panties to the side, my fingers ran through her slit
, parting her pussy lips. My dick twitched, feeling how wet she was.
“You wet as fuck. Yo shit tryna suck something.” Her pussy muscle started contracting once my fingers ran over her opening.
“Just you,” her mouth covered mine as her arm snaked between our bodies. Finding my belt, she quickly undid it. Once undone, her hand slid into my jeans grabbing hold of my dick and pulling it out. Krystal’s palm rubbed over the tip then down the length to the base and back up.
Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, my thumb rubbed against her clit. Doing so caused her to break the kiss with a loud moan then another as I found her sweet spot.
“Baby girl, you gotda be quiet.” My fingers repeatedly hit her sweet spot as my thumb continued to work her swollen clit. Krystal buried her face into the side of my neck, biting on the skin to muffle her moans. Her hips moved in tune with my fingers.
“Mmm, baby. Ah shit, Blaze.” Krystal moaned against my neck while her nails bit into the back of my head. Her hand suddenly squeezed tight around my tip.
“Yo, let my dick go,” I grabbed her wrist and Krystal held it a little tighter. As her legs tightened around my waist, her pussy muscle locked around my fingers. “Come on man, let up—”
“Ooh,” Krystal let out this loud moan as she came, her mouth latching back onto my neck, muffling the rest of her moan as she rode out her orgasm. “Mmm,” she panted against my neck, making me laugh.
And she wanna fuck? Her ass can’t even handle a finger fuck.
“Yo ass cool now?” Krystal shook her head as she brought her lips to mine. Her hands still gripped my dick, stroking it up and down. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t gon’ give it to her, though.
“Blaze, I wanna have sex with you. Let’s not stop now.” While she was talking her hand had guided my dick to her opening.
“N’all, man. Cool it with that shit.” Her hand tightened around my tip before moving down.
“B, why? You know you want to though, so why not just do it already?” Damn, shit was tempting as fuck. “Mmm,” she moaned as she pressed down, causing my tip to push in.
“I ain’t fuckin’ you, Krystal, so kill that shit. And I ain’t even got a condom—”