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by Edd McNair


  His relationship with Alecia had been so cool, he actually cared about her. He really didn’t care for the way Minke treated her. Not that he played her, but he played her openly, shitted on her like she was nothing, and talked to her any kind of way, always making her feel like she was beneath him, like it was a blessing to fuck with him. Something he’d heard Minke say on many occasions. But in this case, he was doing it to someone he’d been knowing for a long time, someone he cared about and had built a personal friendship with separate from theirs.

  “Look, Alecia, we been friends a long time. Now me and Minke like brothers, and I can’t go against my man, nor can I play him. I’m talking to you as if you were my sister. Open your eyes and look at my dude as a man. A man. Don’t look at him as your kids’ father, not as your husband, but as a man. Then make your decisions. I’m tired of you crying and being hurt and running around here fucked up all the time. My dude is in New York. When he come back, y’all need to sit down and come to some solid ground. When we talk, he talks about his disappointment with you and all your friends, and you talk the same shit on him.”

  “I ain’t doing shit. I love that nigga like that, Sizemo. Anybody can see that shit.”

  “Yo, Joy, you must’ve forgot who you talkin to. This is me. My man have called me from your house at twelve, one in the morning while sitting in your house smoking an el, calling you, and you don’t answer your phone. He told me about dude popping up at your house and how he had to get down or the nigga would of fucked you and him up in front of Juan and Q. Shit could have gotten real ugly, and his ass could’ve gotten locked up. When niggas start pulling burners and shit, it aint good. He could’ve caught a body. You know how he live and how we get down.

  Look, I ain’t taking sides, and you know this, but I’m sayin, don’t talk to me like you ain’t doing shit, because you doing you. But y’all need to sit the fuck down because the only way it’s gonna work is if y’all come real with each other,” he said, pulling up to Kim’s condo.

  “Yo, I just pulled up to your girl shit and getting ready to go in here and get nasty, straight freaky, then carry my ass home to my girl.”

  “That’s nasty. I don’t know why niggas do the shit y’all do.”

  “Yo, can’t explain it to you, but that’s how we do. All but Minke. He’s true. He don’t live like that. Never playing, that’s my man,” he said, laughing.

  “Yeah, nigga, laugh at your own jokes. Handle your business. I’ll holla tomorrow.”

  “Naw, I’m gonna check on you when I leave here on my way home. Don’t answer the muthafuckin’ phone and see what happen. I’m coming over there, and it won’t be pretty,” he said as if he was serious.

  “Bye, fool,” she said, hanging up.

  Through all that conversation, at least he’d told her what she really wanted to know. Her man was in New York probably doing the same thing Sizemo was doing here.

  As she thought about it, she caught a sad feeling. Then she realized that Sizemo had said he was going home to his girl each and every night, no matter what. She wasn’t even that woman that Minke considered his main thing, the one he came home to every night. She really meant nothing to him.

  She smiled, smirked, and shook her head to keep from crying. It was funny to her that her peoples had started calling her Pain as a joke, instead of Joy, because her attitude had become so hard and rude because of the pain she carried within her, making her unbearable sometimes. Her kids never knew who was gonna be coming home. All they knew was to stay out her living room and out her face, which wasn’t hard, since they had their own rooms now. And work was the same.

  The only exception was Minke. She was never rude with him. He dominated her, gave her a feeling of love and security, then he lost it. And after all these years, she was still chasing that feeling. That high of being Minke’s girl, the woman he loved, wanted, desired, respected, and wanted to call wifey. But these days the chase was getting hard.

  She stood up and took off her clothes, reached in her drawer that held all her toys and videos. Since Minke had found all her shit, it wasn’t a secret anymore. And since he was hardly ever there, she thought, Fuck it! She grabbed her silver bullet and the white 10-inch dildo with the thick vein running up the side, which made it even wider. She’d nicknamed it Minke because pushing it up in her only brought him to mind.

  She lay back and rubbed her already moist box, allowing her palm and fingers to gently slide across her clit, each time opening her legs wider because of the enticing feeling that came over her body each time. She reached for Minke and pushed him slowly inside her then turned him on low. Then she took her silver bullet and placed it on her clit, pulling juices already running onto her bullet, moving it slowly around on low. She let out a deep sigh of relief as her body began to soak in the feeling of ecstasy.

  Just then her phone began vibrating.

  “Damn!” she said out loud, reaching for the phone. “What, Omari?” she said, frustrated, before answering the phone. Then the picture of him eating her pussy flashed before her eyes, and the way he fucked would have her cumming all night, as horny as she was.

  “Hello” she answered in a groggy voice as if he’d waken her out of her sleep.

  “What up, Joy? I didn’t think you were gonna answer,” he said as if he was excited.

  “What up, Omari? What you want?” she asked sleepily.

  “You. You still upset with me?”

  “No, I’m over all that. I still think about you because of all we been through. I can’t just say, ‘Fuck you.” You in my heart, but you did me wrong. Then you turned around and disrespected me and put your hands on me,” she said sadly, and not really giving a damn. That shit was over and done with.

  “Joy, I am sorry. For real, baby, I am sorry. All that shit wa’n’t me. I was just messed up inside. You said fuck me when I was depending on you, really depending on you.”

  “But I needed help. I was barely making it when you took my car. You weren’t helping me, and you tried to hurt me worse.”

  “Well, I need you to forgive me. I miss you, and I really miss your love. I need you, baby,” he said, almost in tears.

  “I need you too, Omari, and I miss you like crazy, but . . .”

  “But you with dude now, huh? That’s your man, Joy?” he asked sadly. “That’s why you moved on me and didn’t let me know where you were? You didn’t want me to know where you lived?”

  “No, after all that shit happened that night, he said he wanted me to move for the safety of his kids, and he said me too, but I know it was for his kids.”

  “So why you haven’t contacted me? Why have you ignored my calls? He be there with ya?”

  “Omari, after that night when that shit happened, he got us out of there. He told me not to have no more dealings with you. He paid for me to move into my new town house, he put up my deposit and paid my first and second month’s rent. That took almost three stacks. Then he made me promise not to call or talk with you, and he would buy me a new car and take care of my rent.”

  “Damn! Seem like you better off without me.”

  “And you scared my kids. So they’ll tell him if you come around. You know how Q talk.”

  “Yeah, but if you want to see me, you’ll make a way. Shit! I got to understand if dude doing it like that. If he coming off like that, I can’t compete. And I don’t blame you for not doing nothing to fuck that up.”

  “And I won’t. I would be crazy.”

  “Where he at now? I know he ain’t there.”

  “He out of town. He don’t stay here all the time even when he here, but he got a key and he may pop up. He a real street nigga. Do I have to explain all that?”

  “No, I understand.”

  Omari wanted to believe what she was saying, but he didn’t want to believe that she didn’t want him. He figured she was staying away strictly because Minke was paying all her shit at the crib. If it wasn’t true, that’s what she put in his head, so he was rolling with
it.

  “So you don’t miss me, Joy? You done wit’ me?”

  “Yes, I miss you, Omari. How can I forget what we had and how you been there for me? But you put my back against the wall.”

  “I need to see you. I miss you, baby. I miss the way you taste. I miss the way you feel. Come on, Joy, what’s up? Stop denying me.”

  “I can’t, Omari. If you get a room or something, I could meet you, but I can’t mess up. I’m finally getting ahead.” Joy needed him to understand this was gonna be on her terms.

  “Girl, you know I ain’t got no money. My shit ain’t changed yet.”

  “So what, Omari? What am I to do?” she asked. Show me, nigga, you understand the conditions.

  “So what? Let me come get in your bed,” he said directly. “Fuck all this, man!”

  “If I tell you where I live, Omari, you can’t mess me up, for real. You got to call me first, and if I don’t answer, leave it alone. You understand?”

  “Okay, I got you. Now open the door,” he said with a smirk.

  “You at my door?” she asked, jumping up and throwing her toys back in the drawer. “I know you ain’t. I don’t know if my son ’sleep or not. And how—”

  She heard a slight knock then “Open the door now.”

  She threw on her oversized green pajama silk top and fastened two buttons nervously as she made her way down the stairs to open the door. There stood that nigga that she really missed. The man she was so comfortable with that had really shown her love.

  She let him in and locked the door then pulled him upstairs to her room and locked that door too.

  Omari pulled her into his arms and squeezed her tight. “Joy, I’ve missed you, baby. Really, really missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you, baby, your touch, everything you use to do,” she said, ready for him to eat her. She craved him, she was ready to beg for him, but she never got the chance.

  He pushed her back on the king-sized bed Minke had gotten her, lifted her legs, and placed his tongue inside her already wet vagina. His lips resting on her lips, he licked and sucked her juices, enjoying the taste he’d been without for months.

  She held in her yells and laid back shaking her head from side to side, her lips tightly pressed together, holding in her love sounds, as he worked his tongue in and out, up and down, from her asshole to her clit.

  He took his hands and made her pussy lips wide, so he could get good suction on her clit, and flicked his tongue across it.

  She placed her hands on his head lightly and opened her legs as wide as she could and concentrated on not losing her mind. “Come here, baby, please.”

  Omari stopped and quickly kicked off his shoes. Then he snatched off his clothes and climbed on the bed, and got on top of her in a sixty-nine position. He raised his right leg, allowing her to get full access to him, and she began sucking him like he had the last dick on earth. Joy licked and sucked until they fell into heaven.

  Then he got up, turned around, and threw himself inside her, while staring into her face. “Open your eyes,” he said.

  And she did.

  “I want you to know you ain’t just fuckin’. You makin’ love to yo nigga. Recognize me, baby,” he said as he made love to her slowly.

  Omari pulled out, and before she knew it, he was eating her again.

  Then he was back inside her, throwing dick.

  Then he was eating her again.

  Before she came, he lifted himself up, keeping her lips wide and her clit exposed as he positioned himself to slide inside her and lay on her clit, and instead of pumping, he grinded while his satisfier only moved slightly.

  Joy wrapped her legs around him as they bucked like animals and made animal sounds. She felt her body begin to cum.

  The sounds she made in his ear took Omari over the edge, and his body tightened. He reached around her body, allowing his body to fold into her, and squeezed her as he bucked quickly inside her.

  Joy heard a grunt and moan that let her know that he truly missed, and enjoyed her.

  They lay exhausted, sweat gleaming from their bodies, and juices running between their legs. Omari lifted himself and rolled on his back, and she jumped up and went in the bathroom to clean up.

  She returned with a warm washcloth and wiped him from the tip of his dick to the back of his balls. Then she licked him from the tip to back until he was hard again, and he had her bent over, legs spread, pounding her like no tomorrow.

  Joy gave it back, allowing him to get up in her as deep as possible, where he would hit and make her pusssy make the gushing sounds.

  Omari could really feel her squeezing on his dick, but when he reached around and palmed her breasts, which filled each hand, and massaged them, he got the extra stiffness he longed for, which excited her and gave her that sensation to keep her going.

  His body felt so good, and he was about to cum, but he wanted her to cum with him, so he let her right breast go and reached down and fingered her clit, sending her bucking out of control as her juices flowed on his fingers.

  Omari leaned back and spread her ass cheeks and slowly slid his middle finger in her ass. And she slowed down, allowing it to ease all the way in, until he could feel his finger riding on top of his dick, with only the thin layer of ridged skin separating his dick and finger. He then fucked with precision, straight in and out, wiggling his finger inside her ass.

  Joy’s breathing increased, her head dropped, and her mouth parted, and she concentrated on the greatest feeling she knew.

  When she let out a moan, he felt a warm gush on his satisfier that he’d never felt before, and it sent him over the top, making him cum so hard. He then jammed himself inside of her with such force, his finger popped out her ass, and she fell flat as his body collapsed on top of hers. Omari was jerking uncontrollably, like he was having a seizure.

  Joy turned to the side, and he slid behind her, never pulling out. And he wrapped her in his arms, and in silence they fell asleep.

  The following morning Omari jumped up at the sounds of Joy’s kids at her bedroom door.

  “I’m coming down!” she yelled.

  “I need to go?” Omari asked.

  “Not unless you have somewhere to be. I’m not going in until one today. Be right back.” She smiled. “Relax.”

  Joy went downstairs, took care of her kids, and got them out the door. She then made her way back upstairs. In seconds, she was laying in the middle of her bed, legs open, and Omari was slamming his dick inside of her slowly, staring down at her, and she was staring back, enjoying his every stroke.

  While she held him in her arms, her eyes watered, and tears slowly ran down her face. That was when she realized she loved Omari, but she couldn’t allow herself to fall for a broke-ass man. Not totally. She also loved Minke, but she was getting used to him not being there.

  She wasn’t used to Omari not being there, because he was the only man who needed her to survive, for his well-being, and she liked him being there. Omari gave his time, but not by choice, because he didn’t have shit else to do. He wasn’t a paper chaser like Minke and Sizemo. He was . . .

  Joy didn’t know what to think. All she knew was, she was happy this morning. Happier than she’d been in a long time.

  “That was all that. Damn! I miss my girl.”

  “And I miss you, Omari. You just don’t know how many times I wanted to call you, or answer your call. I’m doing what I have to do, not what I want to do. That’s what it came to, for my kids and for myself,” she said softly.

  “Okay, I’m not gonna get in your way. I been known where you stay. At first, I was gonna kill your man, but I didn’t want to kill your kids’ father. So this is how I played it. I rode by many times and seen Juan hanging out several times. I love you, Joy. Nothing gonna keep you from me, so play your hand, but don’t play me.

  “I won’t,” she said, kissing him.

  Right or wrong, Joy hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Her life was balancing, and she wasn’t f
eeling so messed up inside. She finally realized, as long as she had someone loving her, showing her attention, and placing her in the wifey position, it did wonders for her feelings of self-worth.

  She cooked him breakfast, they sat and ate, talked, then showered together, before making her way out the door.

  “So am I gonna see you later?” he asked slowly, shutting the door to her car.

  “I want to. I’ll call you and let you know.”

  “Let me know, Joy. I’m missing you already. Don’t forget, up to several months ago, you came home every day to me and the kids. You don’t miss that?” he asked, gleaming.

  “I do, I really do,” she answered, looking at him.

  Standing there by her door, Omari had no idea how bad she wanted him there like that. If Minke wasn’t gonna be there, by his own choice, then fuck him. No matter what he did for her financially and sexually, she was lonely, and she wanted her family.

  “We’ll talk later. I’ll call you. Let me get over here,” she said.

  “Give me some change, man.” Omari patted his pockets. “Shit! I’m cracked.”

  “Omari, I don’t got no money,” she said with a look that he knew so well.

  “Kill that shit, Joy. You got a nigga taking care of you, paying all yo’ shit, and you get to fuck up that phat-ass Verizon check. Please, give me some money.”

  “You went from change to some money.” She looked in her purse.

  “Man, give me some money. Look at the kicks, same jeans you seen me in when you had me scrambling out your house.”

  They both laughed.

  “Shut up, boy,” she said, still laughing. She knew he was still fucked up, but he was her boy, and had been there through some rough times.

  “I know you ain’t carrying around in your purse what I want.” He smirked. “I’ll follow you to the bank.”

  Joy shook her head and put the sixty dollars she had in her hand back in her purse.

  She pulled up at work thinking about what Omari said when she gave him that three hundred dollars. She had asked him, “How you know where I live?”

 

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