by Natavia
“Yo, chill out for a minute,” I said as my dick went limp. Latavia was on my mind and I didn’t think another bitch’s pussy was going to help it.
“What’s the matter? Was it horrible?” she asked me.
“I don’t know but you are too damn grown to not know how to ride a dick, Ebony. You might need to take some belly dancing classes to help your hip movement. Then your pussy dried up after only being moist for a few seconds!” Her face dropped and she hurriedly grabbed her robe.
“How about we try with some K-Y Jelly?”
“Shorty, that shit is for gay niggas! I’m not fucking with that. A woman should naturally be wet. Look, I’ll holla at you later.” I went into the bathroom to take the condom off. I didn’t even have pussy juice around my dick. That bitch looked too good to be dry like that.
I walked out of the bathroom. “I will stop through later. I need to check up on something.” I kissed her cheek and she smiled.
“I hope you can work those big-ass lips though!” I said, smacking her ass. She rolled her eyes then slammed the door behind me after I left out. I wasn’t going back, I just didn’t want to hurt her pride that much.
I pulled up in the gas station and Latavia pulled up behind me.
“Shorty, what the hell is going on with you?” I asked. She laughed. Latavia was straight stalking a nigga!
“So, the bitch pussy was garbage, huh?” she asked.
“You following me?” I asked, ready to choke her.
“Nigga, what the fuck do I look like? I live in that neighborhood! Matter of fact, I live next door to the bitch! When I saw you pull up I sat in my car across the street to see how long you were going to be in there. That’s what your ass get!” she said laughing.
“Who said I fucked her?” I asked her.
“She answered the door in a robe, Kenjay, and I know you! You fucked her! But that’s wrong as hell because her husband is a nice man!” she said as she clowned me.
I waved her off then walked inside the store. My phone rang. I took it out of my pocket. It was Ebony. Latavia snatched the phone from my hand then walked out of the store. Latavia was bugging but that shit was starting to turn me on. I paid for the gas and headed out of the store.
“Bitch, when I get home I’m knocking on your door then I’m going to drag your ass out of the house! I’m fucking you up! Bitch, you just screwed my fiancé!” Latavia yelled. She hung up after threatening to tell Ebony’s husband.
“So, is it finally out of your system?” she asked.
“Get out my face, Latavia!” I said to her while pumping my gas.
“No, I’m not getting out of your fucking face, Kenjay! I can’t stomach you being with another woman!” she screamed.
“Can you please calm down while you are carrying my seed? Damn, shorty, you are tripping!” I said to her.
She got inside of my car, slamming the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Chilling. Now, hurry up I’m hungry! That oatmeal and fruit wasn’t good enough and Adore is hungry. You don’t want to piss off your two girls, now do you?” she asked me. This broad was really trippin! But I loved her.
I got in the car. “So, you are going to leave your car here?” I asked her.
“Yup!” she said.
“No, the hell you’re not, Latavia! I paid for that Benz! Shorty, are you crazy? Do you know a fiend will steal that car?” I asked her. She crossed her arms. A cab pulled up and Tejah hopped out. She knocked on the window. Latavia put it down, handing her the keys. I swear females were sneaky! Latavia probably planned this shit while she followed me from Ebony’s house.
“Okay, y’all have fun!” Tejah said walking towards Latavia’s car.
I looked at Latavia and she blew me a kiss. She squeezed my cheek.
“Yo, I swear if your psychotic ass wasn’t so damn sexy!” I said.
“Give me a kiss!” she reached over to me.
“Naw! I was just with another woman, Latavia!” I said eyeing her.
“So, you didn’t kiss her. You didn’t eat her pussy either. The most you did was probably stick your finger in her pussy and I know you washed your hands after that. I know you, Kenjay! You leave that part of you reserved for me. So, that bitch doesn’t matter to me. Takera doesn’t matter either. They can’t have you like that. So, can we go? I’m hot and hungry!” she said, fanning herself. I pulled off as Trey Songz song “Heart Attack” played.
“This song is old, Kenjay. Funny how it’s on the radio, isn’t it?” she asked, grabbing my hand.
This woman complicated the fuck out of my life but I loved her too much. She had me feeling like a sucka!
Shine
“Okay, Shine, wrap your arms around Tejah’s waist,” the photographer said. I couldn’t believe I let Latavia’s spoiled ass talk me into doing a photo shoot for a lingerie line.
Tejah was shirtless and her breasts were pressed against my chest. She had on a pair of lace boy shorts that had ruffles on the hem. I had on a pair of black jeans with nothing else on. Tejah wrapped her arm around my neck.
“That is very sexy!” the designer Malore said.
“Okay. Tejah, stand behind Shine with your hand going down his pants but not all the way. You know, give us the illusion that you guys are intimate. Tejah got behind me with her full breasts pressed against my back. She reached to the front of my unbuttoned jeans. Her other hand was placed on my chest.
“That’s it! Hold it there! Tejah, you are making this easy, doll! If I wouldn’t have known any better I would’ve thought y’all were intimate!” Malore said.
After an hour or so we were done.
“So, Shine are you interested in becoming a male model for Malore? I mean the body, the tattoos and the pretty boy roughness would make you very popular.”
“No, ma’am! Just helping out a friend, that’s it. I have something else that I’m dedicated to,” I told her.
“Well, if you ever want the opportunity it’s there.” She walked away. Tejah put her on her robe then headed towards me.
“Thank you, Shine! I really appreciate it. Now, we can we cuddle?” she asked me.
“You know I’m too much man for you, beautiful. I don’t want to taint someone’s little girl!” I said laughing then she grilled me.
“I’m grown, Shine, stop playing with me!” She rolled her eyes.
“Only time will tell.” I kissed her forehead then pulled her into a hug, gripping her ass. She stood on her on tippy toes kissing my chin. Tejah and I flirted heavy when we were around each other, but it never went any further than that.
“You play too much. How about I cook dinner for you?” she asked me.
“Okay, cool. What time are you talking about?” I asked her.
“Tonight at eight,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll be there,” I told her. She smiled then gently pecked my lips before she walked away. I went into the dressing room to get dressed. I grabbed my bag then walked out to my car. When I pulled off, my mother called me. She probably don’t want shit but money! I thought to myself.
“Yeah, Ma,” I answered the phone.
“Shynaire Kenyan Dynasty! Where have you been? I want you to join me at this party tonight at the Yacht club. It is very formal and I know there will be some rich little blondes there,” she said to me. I hated when she did that shit.
“I got somewhere to be tonight. Ask Siah to go with you,” I said.
She gasped. “Don’t you dare insult me Shynaire! Siah will probably rob everyone at the party! She is an embarrassment!” she said. I hated when she talked about Siah like that. She was just mad that Siah didn’t turn out to be like her.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not trying to be around a bunch of uppity rich folks, Ma.”
“You are young and rich, Shynaire! That’s the type of people you need to be around. All you do is fuck a bunch of hoodrats and hang with your nothing-ass cousins! They are nothing but petty criminals! You, m
y dear, have a bright future and that’s why I nicknamed you Shine. You will always outshine everyone else. Besides, someone is interested in expanding with you. Never pass up an opportunity to make more money,” she said.
“I will be there.” One thing my mother knew about me was that I was always open to making more money.
A few hours later I escorted my mother to the event. Like always there were a few black people in attendance.
“Shine, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Shine.” My mother introduced me to a white girl. She wasn’t bad looking but she wasn’t really my type. She had blonde hair with blue eyes. She was very slim with a nice pair of breasts. Her shape wasn’t bad, she had a little curve in her hips. Her black glitter dress clung to her frame.
I shook her hand then she licked her lips. “Jessica is the daughter of Dr. Roy Bennett. He is the best plastic surgeon around,” my mother said.
“Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
“Shine is the heir of the Dynasty hotel chain. He is very successful and he’s also single,” she said to Jessica.
They started talking and babbling about my life like I wasn’t standing there. I hated that shit and I fell for it every time. There wasn’t anyone there who was interested in expanding the Dynasty branch. She just wanted to hook me up with a rich white girl who didn’t know shit about being with a nigga!
“Are y’all done talking? I’m not interested in this shit,” I said. They gasped at my rude behavior.
“You brought me here so I can be some pet to a fucking white woman? Have you lost your damn mind? Well, Jessica, if you must know before my pops died I was a drug-dealer. I even have a criminal record,” I said then chuckled. My mother looked on in embarrassment while Jessica fanned herself. The saying all good girls want a bad boy is true!
“Everyone makes mistakes,” she said twirling her necklace around her finger. She was probably thinking of ways I could roughly fuck her.
My phone rang and it was Tejah. I forgot all about our dinner date. It was nine at night and I was an hour away from where she lived.
“So, you like standing people up, huh?” she spat into the phone.
“I’m sorry, beautiful, I got tied up in something.” Jessica walked over to me.
“Come on, Shine, let’s dance!” Jessica said, pulling on me. I’m a hood nigga and I didn’t know shit about Mozart!
“What the fuck! Shine, seriously? I cooked a fucking meal that’s big enough to feed a damn family. Lobster, shrimp, and scallops aren’t cheap!” Tejah yelled into the phone.
“I will make it up to you!” I said. She hung up in my ear.
“Damn, Jessica! I thought your type was raised well mannered. Didn’t you see me on the fucking phone?” I asked her.
“Yes, I did but when a girl wants something she goes for it. I’m sure she wants the same thing as me. May the best woman win!” My mother rolled her eyes at me. I guess she was mad but I didn’t care about that.
I walked away from Jessica towards my mother.
“Hey, Ma I’m leaving. I got to go. The limo is still going to wait for you. I’m taking a cab,” I said, kissing her cheek. Jessica and my mother started talking as I walked away. I felt like this wasn’t going to be the last of Jessica. Her and my mother were up to something.
The cab pulled up to Tejah’s building at 10:15pm. I found myself thinking about Tejah a lot lately. When she had her nice full breasts pressed against me I wanted to have her right there. I paid the cab driver then told him if I didn’t come down in ten minutes he could leave.
I went through my messages to find the apartment number she sent me. She lived in a secured building. I signed in at the front desk, got on the elevator to the sixth floor. Her door was at the end of the hall. I rang the doorbell then waited a few seconds. She opened the door grilling me. I wanted to laugh at her pajamas and hair bonnet. I never saw Tejah without make-up on and I must say she was prettier without it. She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
“It’s late! What do you want?” she asked smiling.
“Come on, girl, let me in! I’m hungry! I hope you didn’t throw that shit away.” She backed up letting me in. I looked around her spacious African-decorated apartment. There were plants everywhere along with African sculptures placed around her living room. I followed her to the kitchen.
“So, Mr. Shine, how was your date? Let me guess, I’m too black for you? Is that why you have been giving me a hard time?” she asked me.
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked her.
“It means that it sounded like you were with a white woman. Oh, and the horrible music they played in the background sucked! They must have been serving escargot and shit like that. You have on your black suit and tie, so I’m guessing it was a formal event. Doctors and lawyers type of crowd? Tell me if I’m wrong,” she said.
“I wasn’t with a white woman. I went to accompany my mother. I guess you lost a point!” I said laughing.
“Whatever! So, what type of women do you like, Shine?” she asked me, leaning over the kitchen island.
“I like my women pretty, thick, classy, and a little ratchet. And let’s not forget, black. You got a nigga all the way fucked up. Now, I have been with a few that wasn’t black but I’m more interested in a thick caramel or dark-skinned woman,” I said. She fixed my plate then handed it to me.
“Where is my lobster?” I asked her.
“I ate it! That wasn’t going to go to waste!” she said, sipping her glass of wine.
I had scallops and shrimp made in some type of butter sauce that was poured over rice, asparagus and a sweet baked potato. She also had stuffed flounder with crabmeat. She wasn’t lying when she said it was a lot.
“This shit is good!” I said, as the butter dripped down my lip. Tejah picked up a napkin and wiped my mouth off.
“So, what’s up with your young ass? What’s your story?” I asked.
“Well, let’s see. I just turned twenty-one two months ago. My favorite color is pink. I’m the only child. I just started with Malore like four months ago. That’s how I met Britain and Latavia. I was picked up from a local fashion show. We were raising money for children with cancer. I love kids and I love animals. I also love music and dancing, but another passion of mine is designing clothes. So, hopefully I can be big like Malore one day,” she said.
“What’s your whole name, Tejah?” I asked.
“Tejah Jakiya Ramsey. What is yours? I know it’s something sexy,” she said blushing.
“Shynaire Kenyan Dynasty.”
“Do you have any children around here somewhere?”
“Not yet,” I replied.
“Have you ever been in love?” she asked.
“Nope! I was in a situation where I could have been but she was killed. Someone did a hit and run while she was crossing the street. She slipped into a coma then died a week later. This happened a few years ago. I really cared about her,” I told her.
“Awww, I’m sorry to hear that. What was her name?” she asked.
“Talisha.”
“I have been in love with a man named Lyle. He is the one that has the hottest beats out now. I was head over heels in love with him but he just up and left me. I also think he took advantage of me because of the age difference. I was only seventeen and he was twenty-two. That must be the Lyle that Kenjay said he fucked up for being out on a date with Latavia.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I said then she smiled at me.
“I have the biggest crush on you,” she blurted out. I laughed. I already knew she did and I found it cute.
“It’s not funny, Shine! You are so damn tall and sexy to me. Those tattoos are even sexier! I can’t help it. I feel like a teenager all over again.” She blushed.
“You don’t bite your tongue, do you?” I asked, finishing up the last bit of my food.
“Nope! I speaks my mind,” she said. I pushed my plate towards her and she put it in the sink.
“Come here for a
sec, Tejah!” I called out to her. She walked around the island then stood in front of me. I pulled her into me then squeezed her nice-sized ass. It wasn’t that big nor was it small. It was the right size for me.
“Why are you scared now? Every time we’re around each other you’re always talking shit,” I said, feeling on her ass as I kissed her neck. I pulled away then smacked her ass.
“Fix me a drink, please,” I said, standing up. I took off my tie then unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked my shoes off then sat on her couch. I changed the channel to “SportsCenter”.
“Typical man,” she said, handing me a drink.