Chapter Twelve
“Lucky? You know you saw me calling you all last night, nigga. Don’t try to play me fuckin’ stupid.”
Half awake, Lucky pulled the cell phone from his ear. Kat’s, one of his flavors of the month, blaring voice was not the wake-up call he desired. He looked at the time. It was almost noon. “Damn,” he said to himself, mad at himself for sleeping that long.
“Millionaires don’t sleep in,” he remembered Turf once schooling him.
“Girl, what the hell are you talking about?” Lucky said in a groggy morning voice.
“Yo’ tired black ass had me waiting for you at the club all night last night; talkin’ ’bout you gon’ meet me up in there,” Kat roared. “I had my girls all up in there waiting with me, hanging out with me until your ass comes so I wouldn’t be up in there by myself. You had me looking like a fool with your no-show ass. And then on top of that you didn’t even have the decency to pick up the goddamn phone and call a bitch. You got me all fucked up. You got me mixed up with the next bitch.”
Lucky was used to Kat’s slick tongue. It got on his nerves, but it was the other things she could do with that tongue of hers that made him keep her around. Any other broad would have gotten told off by Lucky, but he liked Kat. She was cool to have around.
“Damn, my bad,” Lucky said in the most genuine voice he could muster up. “I’m sorry, baby. I got caught up in some business.”
“Caught up in some pussy is more like it,” Kat spat. “I talked to my girl, Taneshia, on the phone last night. She said she’d just seen you at Red Lobster with some ho. What you got to say about that?”
“Man, fuck Taneshia. You gonna listen to that slutty-ass whore? Hell, as quiet as it’s kept, that ho wanna fuck me. She’ll tell you anything just for me to get on your bad side so she can have a chance at me.” Lucky sat up in the bed. “You probably done told her how good this dick is.” He grabbed himself and smiled.
“Nigga, please.” Kat sucked her teeth. “Don’t flatter yourself. What makes you think I be running around bragging about your dick?”
“’Cause it’s the best you’ve ever had. At least that’s what you be saying when your ass is riding it.” Lucky laughed into the phone receiver.
“That ain’t nothing but IATC talk.”
“BITCH talk?” Lucky asked.
“No, I said IATC talk. IATC talk. I’m about to cum talk,” Kat explained.
“Oh, my fault. I don’t speak ho,” Lucky joked. But before Kat could snap off on him he said, “Naw, I’m just playing. Baby, you know yours is the only pussy I’m trying to get into. So why don’t you bring your fine ass over here and give me some morning pussy?” Lucky looked at the time on his phone again. “I mean some afternoon pussy?”
Kat sighed. Lucky assumed that in the brief moment of silence, she was pondering whether to accept his invitation.
“Girl, come on. You know you want to come over here and get some of this lucky dick.”
“Ohhhh, I hate you. You are so full of yourself.”
“Naw, you hate yourself, ’cause you know I’m right. And you want to be full of me. So quit wasting your cell phone minutes on that cheep-ass phone of yours and get over here.”
Kat paused before saying, “Give me about thirty minutes,” then hung up the phone.
Lucky pulled the phone away from his ear, looked at it, and smiled while shaking his head. He didn’t know whether he was just smooth like that, or if hood rats were just vulnerable like that.
“What did she say?”
Lucky looked over at Taneshia, one of Kat’s best friends, who was lying beside him buck-naked. “She’ll be here in a half hour, so you better hurry up, take a shower, and get to moving.” Lucky sat up, fixing to get out of the bed.
“Whoa, whoa, wait up, baby,” Taneshia purred as she pulled Lucky back by the arm. “Where you going? You gon’ just wake up and leave all this right here?” Taneshia pulled the cover back to display her dark chocolate body.
Lucky looked at her. Somewhere within that chocolate bush of hers, something was calling his name to come closer. “Damn, baby, your shit is beautiful. It’s like a manicured lawn or some shit.” Lucky dang near foamed at the mouth. Next, his eyes roamed to her breasts. She had the biggest, darkest nipples he’d ever seen in his life. He became hypnotized by them. The longer he stared at them, the more he yearned for them like a baby would its mother’s breast during feeding time.
As Lucky slid back into the bed, one hand went straight to rubbing Taneshia’s privates as his other hand gripped one of her breasts. He took the large nipple and shoved it into his mouth. It filled his mouth up like one of those extra-large Blow Pops. He sucked and slurped like different flavors of Kool-Aid were coming out.
“Ummm,” Taneshia moaned as she placed one of her hands on top of Lucky’s hand that was on her crotch. She began to guide his hand over her lawn. “I love when you touch it.”
“You like that, huh?” Before Taneshia could answer, Lucky thrust his tongue into her mouth while simultaneously thrusting his middle finger inside her.
“Uhhhh,” Taneshia moaned in ecstasy as she began squirming her hips while locking her walls tightly around Lucky’s fingers.
“That’s right; rock wit’ it, baby,” Lucky whispered. He pulled his head back. He watched Taneshia, with her eyes closed, twist and groan to his touch as he fondled her breast, plunged his middle finger inside of her while massaging her clit with his thumb. Talk about multitasking. “You wet as fuck,” Lucky said, his dick as hard as rock as he got turned on by both the sound and the touch of Taneshia’s wetness.
After taking her out on a dinner date to Red Lobster last night, he knew she was going to repay him with some off-the-chain, mind-blowing sex. And she had, right in the back seat of his truck in the restaurant parking lot. All the while his phone was blowing up. He knew it was Kat because he’d promised to meet her out at one of the clubs. He was already an hour late at the time, but no way was he coming up out of Taneshia’s pussy. As far as he was concerned, a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush . . . and damn did Taneshia have a bush!
“I know we already had dinner and it’s kind of backward,” Taneshia had told Lucky last night after they had both climaxed and were sitting in his truck getting their clothing back in order. “But if we go to your place, I’ll give you a tossed salad.”
At first Lucky was a little thrown by Taneshia’s comment until he remembered Chris Rock’s old standup show in which he referred to anal sex as tossing a salad. Lucky’s dick got hard all over again. Before he could reply, Taneshia’s cell phone had rung.
“While you think about it, let me take this call,” Taneshia had said, then hit the talk button on her phone. “Hello.” She looked dead into Lucky’s eyes while saying, “Hey, Kat.”
Lucky watched to see how Taneshia would handle herself on the call with Kat, knowing she’d just finished fucking her man.
“For real? He stood you up again? That explains why I just saw him at Red Lobster with some ho,” Taneshia said, smirking at Lucky. “Girl, you know I wouldn’t lie to you. Yes. I’m sure it was him. No, I didn’t recognize her from around the way. You know I’m already on probation for that fight I got into with my auntie. I wasn’t trying to get with her and have the police called and shit, or else you know I would have had your back under any other circumstance. All right, girl. You take care.” Taneshia was about to end the call before she said, “Oh, yeah, we still going to get our nails done tomorrow? Cool, I’ll get at you tomorrow then. Bye, girl.”
Lucky watched in amazement as Taneshia ended the call, turned to him, and said, “Nigga, what? You meeting up with her or you taking me back to your place to do things to me that lame bitch would never allow?”
No words needed to be spoken as Lucky put the pedal to the metal. The choice had been made. Now here he was the next morning going for seconds.
“Ooooh, Lucky,” Taneshia whined, pumping her hips up and down in the air. “
Stick it in.”
Lucky removed his finger from Taneshia and placed his wet finger to her lips. She sucked her own juices off of it. He reached over behind his back and tried to blindly grab a condom from his nightstand. He fiddled around until gripping a string of three. He placed the top of the strand between his teeth and tugged, leaving the lone condom pack in his mouth. He threw the other two over his shoulder. With the condom packet still between his teeth, he used his hand to rip it open. He spit out the piece of packaging that remained in his mouth while pulling the condom out of the opened package. He slipped on the condom and then slipped into Taneshia. He slid into her like a baseball player slides into home base.
“Goddamn this shit is wet,” he said, dipping in and out of her.
Taneshia lay flat with her legs opened frog style. Her legs bounced in the air with every plunge Lucky made inside her. His lower half lay flat between her legs while his arms held his upper body up. After a couple more in-and-out plunges, he began to dig deep in her in a motion as if he was climbing a wall.
“Oh, shit,” Taneshia growled between her teeth. “You hittin’ that spot right.”
“That’s the spot?” Lucky reconfirmed as he continued his climb.
“Hell, yeah. Hell yeah, motherfucker.” Taneshia began to throw her hips back at Lucky, making her legs bounce even harder.
“Damn, you gon’ make me cum. Bitch, you ’bout to make me . . . cummmmm!” Lucky said as he filled the condom up with his sticky, icky fluids.
Taneshia, realizing Lucky was cumming but she hadn’t yet, quickly pushed Lucky to the side, pulled the condom off, and began playing with herself with Lucky’s wet, but still hard, dick.
“That’s right, get yours, fuck it, baby,” Lucky cheered her on.
“Oooohhhh, ooooohhhh,” Taneshia moaned as she straddled Lucky, smacking his dick up against her clit.
“That’s right; get that dick, baby,” Lucky said as he watched Taneshia’s mouth open and he let out a long moan.
Taneshia began to tremble. “I’m cummin’. I’m cummin’. Oh, God.” After a couple more flicks of his dick onto her clit, Taneshia pressed his manhood against her clit, exhaled, and then fell onto his chest.
The two lay there with their chests heaving up and down. A couple minutes later there was a knock on the door.
“Oh, shit, that’s Kat,” Taneshia said, rising up and looking at the bedroom doorway. “What are we doing to do?”
Lucky, fully satisfied and worn out, looked to Taneshia and said. “Let the bitch knock; that’s what we’re going to do.”
Taneshia giggled, pulled the covers over both her and Lucky, then slid under the covers to put her mouth on him. She sucked and slurped while Kat knocked and knocked.
Chapter Thirteen
“Oh, shit, damn, girl,” Lucky said as he clutched Taneshia’s hair while ejaculating in her mouth.
“Mmmm.” Taneshia came up from under the covers while wiping her mouth. Even with all of Kat’s pounding and knocking at the door, she was able to keep a good rhythm while bobbing her head. Halfway through giving Lucky a blow job, Kat’s knocking had stopped, but the ringing of Lucky’s phone started. The couple knew it was Kat calling to curse Lucky out good.
The phone hadn’t rung in about five minutes. Lucky figured Kat had grown tired of her useless efforts to contact him. No sooner than that thought crossed his mind, the phone started ringing again.
“Damn, I might as well answer the phone,” Lucky reasoned. “This bitch gon’ blow me up until she gets shit off her chest and cusses me out.”
“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower and get cleaned up,” Taneshia said, getting out of the bed, gathering her clothing, and heading into the bathroom.
“Yo,” Lucky said into the phone, without even looking at the caller ID. He simply prepared himself for the wrath of Kat.
As far as Lucky was concerned, this was his and Kat’s weekly ritual. He’d do something to piss her off. She’d get pissed off. She’d cuss him out to the tenth degree, calling him everything under the sun but a child of God. He’d let her get that off then promise to make it better. He’d either make it better or fuck up again. This time he’d fucked up again. Either way, he knew Kat wasn’t going anywhere. He’d been hitting that on and off since she was fourteen. Lucky had been her first, so he knew he had that type of hold on her. Besides, Kat was a hood chick, a bottom bitch. She knew her role. She may not have liked her role, but she knew it. So either she played the role she was given, or she bowed off the stage gracefully and let another chick be the leading lady.
“I’m in the streets,” Lucky would always tell her. “I’m a street nigga and you know how this life is. Ain’t no rules. Ain’t no schedules and agendas. Ain’t no promises and commitments. This life is what it is. You either ride and die or find you a nine-to-five cat.”
That was the ultimatum Kat accepted, but even though she accepted it, that didn’t stop her from putting up a fight. She knew Lucky couldn’t live this life forever. And once he got too old for the streets and had to pass the reins and go settle down somewhere like the predecessors before him, she’d be right there waiting. She often referred to herself as one of those white-girl NBA chicks. They let a nigga do whatever and whenever, just as long as he wifed them once he got that big-ass contract. Kat was going to be there for Lucky, and not just for the money the life he lived granted him, but because she really did have a soft spot in her heart for Lucky. Of course, she’d never let him know that. That would have him running all over her all the more. But she always made sure she put up just enough fight to let him know when the time did come for him to wife her, she wasn’t going to take all his shit.
“Yo,” Lucky repeated again into the phone receiver.
“Lucky? Is that you?”
He didn’t recognize the soft, sweet, subtle voice he heard coming through the phone receiver. Lucky sat up in the bed with a confused look on his face.
“Yeah, this is me. Who dis?”
There was a matching soft, sweet, subtle chuckle now intoxicating Lucky’s ear.
“Who is this?” He really wanted to know. He pulled the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. The word restricted was on his screen.
“That’s more like it; ‘who is this’ versus ‘who dis.’”
“Well . . . who is it?”
“Hmmmmm. How about I give you a hint?”
Lucky imagined the owner of the voice licking lips that were smothered in pink glittery lip gloss.
“But just one. And if you don’t guess, I’m going to hang up and you’ll go to your grave never ever knowing who the girl behind the mysterious voice was who called your phone one Saturday afternoon in June.”
“Damn, it’s like that?”
“Just like that,” the voice cooed.
“All right then, give me a hint.”
“Okay, let me think for a minute.” There was a few seconds of silence before the “shhhhhhh” sound came through the phone.
“Shhhhhhhhh?” Lucky repeated. “That’s my hint?”
“Yep. That’s your hint.”
“That ain’t no hint. I thought you were trying to tell me to be quiet so you could tell me the hint or a secret or something.” No sooner than Lucky got the last sentence out of his mouth it hit him like lightning in the worst thunderstorm ever. “Secret?” Lucky let slip out of his mouth. “Secret, is this you?”
“If I tell you, will you keep me all to yourself . . . just like a secret?”
“You are one secret definitely worth keeping to myself.” Subconsciously, Lucky had a mile-long smile on his face that just wouldn’t go away.
“I like that,” Secret said, busting out laughing, breaking character.
“I take it this is you? What’s up, mama?” Lucky slid down a little, getting comfortable in his bed. “I’m glad you called. Now I can get rid of all these pins and needles I’ve been waiting on for the last forty-eight hours.”
“What? You mean to tell me it
’s only been two days since I met you? Dang,” Secret said with disappointment.
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“My girl had told me to make sure I waited at least a week to call you so that I wouldn’t seem desperate. I guess these past two days in wait have felt like a week.”
Lucky let out a cocky laugh as his ego grew. He knew when somebody was fucking with his head in order to blow him up. He’d frequented enough strip clubs to know the shit-talking game females put on a nigga. Still, he liked it. It was different coming from Secret. She was different.
“You know I’m just messing with you, right?” Secret said.
“Yeah, but sometimes a nigga need to be messed with.”
“As it is for a woman,” Secret replied.
“Yeah, but I’m sure you got dudes all over the place trying to win your heart,” Lucky fished. He had a sense that wasn’t the case with Secret, but still he wanted confirmation from her own mouth.
“Actually, I don’t. Honestly, men haven’t been my focus. I was wrapped up in doing something the women in my family rarely did, which was graduate high school. And I did so with honors.”
“High school? How old are you? You are legal ain’t you? I ain’t trying to go out like Romeo.”
Secret knew Lucky was referring to the character Romeo from The Steve Harvey Show sitcom who’d been gunned down as a result of some underage female he’d had sex with. “Yes, I’m legal. Eighteen. How old are you?”
“I’m legal too. Let’s just put it that way,” Lucky replied.
“And I thought it was a woman who never wanted to tell her age. You must be an old man. I’m not going to need to have you a walker waiting when we go out on dates am I?”
“Oh, so you’re going out on a date with me, huh?”
Secret chuckled. “Dang, once again, I don’t think my girl would approve of my moving so fast.”
“I like it fast. I like my shit now.” Fearing he’d sound too eager, give Secret the wrong idea, or just scare her away period, Lucky pulled the reins back some. “But we can take things slow if that’s how you like it.”
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