by Twyla T
“You good? I been scared shitless,” he admitted as soon as he hopped in her car.
“I told you everything would be all good. I didn’t have any problems at all. Feels like I was born for this type of shit,” Chyna told him and laughed.
She leaned over and kissed those sweet lips of his eagerly. Chyna took her left hand and ran it down’s Babyface’s chest, then further down south, landing at his hard dick. She was thrilled that he was wearing some Jordan basketball shorts because he looked sexy in them for one, and, two, it made her job easier. He had pleasured her countless times, and she was more than ready to return the favor. Dear Mama by Tupac started playing and Chyna stopped what she was doing, until Babyface told her he would calls his mom back and turned his phone off.
Chyna wrapped her lips around his long, hard, and thick dick and went to work. Babyface reclined the passenger seat and enjoyed every minute of the pleasure Chyna was giving him. She licked and sucked and was surprised at how much she was enjoying it. She had never given Pete any head, not because he didn’t want it, but because he said he wanted to save something for their wedding night since they were already having sex. She knew he was a sucker for head, but she didn’t argue with his request.
Babyface was ready to feel Chyna’s tight walls wrapped around his dick, so he pulled her up, causing her to stop pleasing him, and motioned for her to sit on top of him. Since she had a dress on, she happily obliged. With it being dark outside, along with her tinted windows, someone would have to be nosey as fuck to know what was going on. Chyna slid her panties to the side and eased down on his hard shaft, moaning as she took it in, inch by inch. “Mmmm,” Chyna moaned as she rode Babyface slowly.
He put his hands around her waist and raised up, grinding into her and hitting her spot. “You like that shit?” he asked as he made the same move back to back.
“Yeesss!!” Chyna screamed, not caring of anyone heard her or not.
“Got damn you feel so muthafuckin good girl!” Babyface told Chyna as she squeezed her pelvic muscles around his dick. “Cum for me, girl!” he told her and reached up and squeezed both of her nipples, making her squirm and moan louder. She continued riding him and came hard within minutes. Chyna’s legs began to shake and Babyface pulled her to him, as he met her thrust for thrust. Within a few moments, he came and she collapsed on him.
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Chyna’s ringing phone brought her back to reality. “Hello,” she answered.
“Hey girl… what you doing?” Leah asked.
“Well, I was supposed to be studying, but I got caught up daydreaming about something,” Chyna replied.
“I bet you was daydreaming about that fine ass Babyface.” Chyna started giggling into the phone and Leah knew that she was right with her assumption. “So, how does it feel? Is he like your forbidden fruit? You seem so happy and carefree girl,” Leah said.
“It really feels amazing. I never believed in love at first sight, but I believe I really loved this nigga at first sight. He got that swag that I’ve always wanted in a man. He moves like a boss and, believe it or not, he’s protective and gentle. I feel like he genuinely cares about me,” Chyna told her friend. It was so much easier for her to talk to Leah than Ashley or Alyssa, because she wasn’t judgmental. Alyssa wasn’t very judgmental either, but Chyna met her through Ashely.
“Someone is in love,” Leah said and laughed. “But what are you gonna do about Pete? And is he seeing anyone else?” Leah asked.
“I’m sure he got a hoe or two, but I don’t stress it because I haven’t dumped Pete, remember? And I’m ready to let Pete go honestly, but you know it won’t be easy,” Chyna said and sighed.
“Just be careful, Chyna… you know I’m always here for you and I’m not gonna judge like miss goody two shoe Ashley, but I’m just saying; please be careful,” Leah pleaded. They talked for a few more minutes about what’s been going on and things that were coming up. Chyna reminded Leah about her parents’ anniversary party the next month.
Chyna shared her birthday with her parents’ anniversary, which was September 3rd, and this year, they would be celebrating twenty-five years of marriage and were having a big celebration in the back yard. The time seemed to be flying by and Chyna needed to get busy with the list of things her mom had given her to do. After she hung up with Leah, she studied some more before taking a shower and preparing for the upcoming week of school, which would include the first football game.
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The next day, Chyna was leaving campus a little down because Babyface didn’t show up for school and he didn’t answer her calls or texts. She knew he loved to see her in dresses, so she had on a green, black, and yellow maxi dress that hugged her body in just the right places, but he wasn’t even there to see it. He missed an important assignment, but Chyna gathered everything for him because she wanted him to make his Big Mama proud.
Her phone rang and she connected it to Bluetooth without looking to see who it was. “Hey baby!” Chyna cheerfully said.
“Well, you haven’t called me baby in forever. Hey honey, how are you?” Pete joking remarked. Chyna’s voice was caught in her throat. She just knew that it was Babyface calling her back. All of her calls were on the default ringtone since she updated, so she never knew who was calling unless the phone was in her hand. “You weren’t expecting it to be me, huh? So, who’s your baby, Chyna?” Pete quizzically asked.
“What are you talking about Pete?” Chyna asked, trying her best to sound sincere.
“You just paused for a whole ten seconds after you heard my voice and found out it was me. Who did you think I was?” he inquired again.
“Do you just love picking arguments these days? It’s not becoming Pete. It’s actually quite annoying,” Chyna retorted.
“You’re changing Chyna, and I don’t like it at all,” Pete boomed through the speakers. Chyna sighed.
“You’re right Pete. Things have changed and-” she started saying, but he cut her off.
“This is my professor calling me back with the info on the research study. Are you coming over tonight? I was thinking we could go to Georgia Blue and get some of that good country cooking,” Pete said with irritation in his voice.
“I’ll call you back,” Chyna told him and disconnected the call. She was frustrated because every time she was ready to have the conversation with Pete about them needing to go their separate ways, to her, it seemed as if he purposely avoided it, and she was beginning to get fed up.
Chyna’s phone rang again, as she was turning into Wendy’s to grab a Frosty and some spicy chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce. She looked at the phone that time to see who was calling before it connected to Bluetooth. Not recognizing the number, she was silent after it connected. “Chyna… it’s me. I’m calling from the home phone!” Babyface quickly said.
“Are you okay? I missed you today. And you missed so much work,” Chyna said.
“Yeah, I’m A-1. I just had a mu’fuckin hangover outta this world; plus, my phone broke and I gotta get another one tomorrow. I’m just now waking up and Big Mama been on my ass because she finally figured out I wasn’t really sick, just hungover,” Babyface said and laughed.
“I hope she kicks your ass,” Chyna said laughingly.
“Shiidddd, don’t wish too hard because she just might do that shit. Where you at though?” Babyface asked.
“At Wendy’s about to grab me something to eat,” Chyna replied.
“Don’t get nothing… come over here. Big Mama cooked and I want you to meet her,” Babyface pleaded.
“You think she will like me?” Chyna asked timidly.
“Girl… write this address down and come on,” Babyface joyfully said. Chyna wrote down the address, then told him she had to make one stop and she would be on her way. She needed to call her friend that worked at AT&T and get an iPhone for Babyface, so she could Facetime him when they were apart. She hated that he had an Android anyway and took his phone breaking as a sign to get
him a new one.
After Chyna made her stop, she put the address Babyface had given her into her GPS. She listened to Monica’s station on Apple Music on the ride over and pulled up almost thirty minutes later. Babyface walked outside a few seconds after she pulled up, smiling hard. He opened Chyna’s door before she was able to and he leaned in and hugged her tightly. “Damn, I almost missed your fine ass in this dress. Get up and let me look at you,” he said as he pulled her up out of the car. Chyna giggled and complied with no hesitation. “You got my dick hard as fuck,” Babyface told her.
“Stop before you start something you can’t finish,” Chyna told him.
“Who can’t finish? I’ll have Big Mama hearing you call my name,” Babyface said and laughed. “Come on though… let’s go inside,” he told her.
“Hold up,” Chyna said and broke away from Babyface and went back to the car. She grabbed the phone she bought for him, caught back up with him, and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” he asked her.
“Your new phone. I wanna be able to Facetime you anyway,” Chyna smilingly said.
“You didn’t have to buy me a phone baby. How much was it so I can pay you back?” he asked.
“It’s a gift. How did you break your phone anyway?” Chyna asked, feeling a little hurt by his comment. This was another way she wanted to show Babyface that she was down for him.
“Maannn, it’s Vice fault. The nigga was holding it for me, then he sat it on top of the car and it fell. I backed up over it and shit. We was both drunk as fuck. The nigga always making me look bad though because he got his ass up and went to work, and I missed all of my classes,” Babyface mockingly answered.
“Y’all two better be more careful. Y’all don’t need anything on your records,” Chyna warned him.
“Yeah, I know… that’s one reason I’m glad you my girl. You always looking out for a nigga best interest. I appreciate that shit,” Babyface said while giving her a chaise kiss on her lips.
As soon as they walked in, Big Mama walked into the living room from the kitchen, wearing her favorite apron that had ‘Big Mama’ embroidered on it. “Hey sugar. How are you?” Big Mama asked Chyna.
“I’m fine. How are you? It smells delicious in here,” Chyna said.
“Well, I’m almost done. I hope you got an appetite because you gotta eat when you come here. You a pretty young thang. Is all that your hair?” Big Mama intuitively asked.
“Thank you and yes ma’am it is. You’re very pretty yourself,” Chyna nervously said.
“Babyface, I like this one. I know you and Vice got a lot of fast ass girls, but I don’t wanna see nobody but this one. She’s pretty and well-mannered. This the one that’s helping you with school?” Big Mama snidely asked.
“Yes Big Mama… and I don’t chase a lot of fast ass girls,” Babyface said and laughed. “I’m feeling Chyna. As long as she act right, she’ll be around,” he said and nudged Chyna.
“Boy please. You lucky she giving yo lil bad ass the time of day. Nice to meet you baby, I’ll be done shortly,” Big Mama said, then turned and headed back into the kitchen.
“I like Big Mama already. Maybe she can keep track of your hoes and give me the 411,” Chyna said after she sat down beside Babyface on the love seat.
“Here you go again… chill out girl. I’ll get rid of my hoes when you get rid of lame ass,” Babyface said, just to see how she would respond.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve tried,” Chyna sighed and said.
Babyface got up and went to his room and grabbed his broken phone. “Look at this shit,” he told Chyna when he walked back in the living room.
“You better watch your damn mouth boy!” Big Mama yelled from the kitchen. Yo ass ain’t grown,” she continued. Chyna laughed and grabbed the phone from him. She took the SIM card out and told him to open the new phone. After placing the SIM card in, Chyna powered the phone on and set up an iTunes account for Babyface and helped him get it together.
“Look at all this technical shit. That’s too much work for a got damn phone,” he told Chyna.
“Once this is done, it’s done. You don’t have to do it every day silly. You’re gonna love this phone,” she told him.
“Good because that’s a lot of shit you doing,” he replied.
As soon as Chyna got everything straight, text messages started coming through and, before she handed the phone to him, it started ringing. She was about to hand it to him, but the name Sasha appeared on the screen, so she kept it and asked him who Sasha was.
“That’s ‘ol girl from back home,” Babyface told her after he sighed. He knew the conversation wasn’t going to end well, no matter what he said.
Chyna dialed the number back and heard Sasha say, “Why you ain’t been answering your damn phone?”
“He’s been busy,” Chyna replied while laughing, then hung up. “You better tell that hoe her time is up,” Chyna said while rolling her eyes, then got up and walked into the kitchen when Big Mama called for them to come and eat. Babyface just shook his head and bit his tongue for the moment, thinking about how she had a whole man of her own, then got up and went into the kitchen himself.
Big Mama had the table spread with Collard Greens, Black Eyed Peas, Turkey Necks, Fried Chicken, Macaroni and Cheese, Cornbread, and a Mississippi Mud Pie for dessert. They sat down and dove in after Big Mama said grace. Vice walked in as soon as they started eating; he spoke, then headed straight for the stove.
Chapter 15
Corey was on his way to meet one of the old clients who hadn’t ordered a shipment in almost four months. Word on the street was that he was locked up, so Corey was surprised when he received the text message with the special code. His lineup for the day was pretty easy and he was thankful because Monday had kicked his ass the day before. As a result of it being a good day, he was slow rolling. He had recently left a house and delivered a package to a fine ass cougar. She wouldn’t sign off on the package until Corey came inside. He had to admit to himself that she was definitely fine as fuck, but he was trying his best to do right by his girl, Candy. In fact, he was thinking about proposing to her in a few months, maybe on Thanksgiving. She wrote her number down on his clip board, and he didn’t throw it away.
Cars were everywhere when Corey turned into Christian Brother Apartments. Being the skillful driver that he was, he was able to parallel park between a maroon box Chevy and a blue Cutlass. Just as Corey was about to get out, his cellphone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Candy calling. “Hey baby!” he said when he answered.
“Hey honey! What you doing?” she asked him sweetly.
“Still working… about to make a delivery. What you got going on?” Corey asked.
“You wanna go out tonight? We can hit up $2 Tuesday somewhere. We haven’t went out in forever,” Candy whined. Corey looked down at the time and started mentally calculating shit. He wanted to tell her that they didn’t go out because of her job, but he didn’t feel like arguing with her. To him, lately, it seemed liked she picked arguments often to keep distance between them. He couldn’t understand what kind of sane woman got mad at their man for working and trying to provide.
“Yeah, we can go out babe,” he finally replied.
“Okay… I’ll see you later,” she said and hung up.
Corey found it strange that she, all of a sudden, wanted go out, but he shrugged it off and got back to work. After grabbing the packages that he needed, he made his way upstairs to apartment 356C. When Corey made it halfway up the stairs, he heard some footsteps running. When he turned and looked back, he didn’t see anyone, so he kept going. When he made it to the top, the steps were right up on him and, as soon as he turned around, he was faced with the barrel of a gun. “What the fuck?” he said.
“Just drop the boxes and nobody will get hurt muthafucka!!” the guy said.
“Do you know who the fuck you fucking wit, lil nigga?” Corey said.
“I know I want
what’s in them got damn boxes nigga. And you talking a lot of shit for a nigga two seconds away from death!” the guy said. Corey shook his head and was pissed off that that someone was even trying him. He had a pistol on him, but he knew he couldn’t make any sudden moves. He also knew that knew he could take the nigga out that was standing in front of him with a couple of blows but, again, he had to time it perfectly. Corey saw a girl and a guy walking towards the stairs and he was a little relieved when he noticed that the guy was one of his newest and best customers, Babyface. He noticed Babyface pull his gun out and send the female the other way.
“You quiet now huh, nigga… drop the muthafuckin boxes!” the guy told Corey.
“You gotta be a new lil nigga,” Corey said while shaking his head.
“NIGGA!!” the guy fumed.
Babyface eased up the stairs without the guy even hearing him. “Drop the muthafuckin gun, you pussy ass nigga and don’t move!” he said after placing the gun to the back of the man’s head.
The guy dropped the gun, then after a few seconds, he tried to take off running. Corey was able to trip him up and Babyface took over from there. He beat the fuck out of ‘ol dude and instructed Corey to finish up with what he was doing. The guy was lying there barely able to move and Babyface pulled his phone out and called Sean because he knew he was nearby. “Come to the third floor,” he said after Sean answered his phone and hung up. Babyface hit the dude in the head with the butt of the gun to make him pass out.
Within minutes, Sean walked up the stairs and assessed the situation. He knew exactly what to do, even though this was the first time he had been faced with a situation like he was in. Babyface schooled them on everything and told them to be ready at any given time. He was well prepared and ready. He ran back down the stairs and checked his surroundings, then went and moved his car closer to where they were. Since it was broad daylight, he would have to make it look like the guy he was carrying was just passed out drunk. They were in the hood, but he knew you could never take anything for granted. It took about ten minutes, then he had the guy in the trunk.