Love is Blind (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  “Around seven.”

  “So…you can’t come out after that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well, when will you know?”

  “After school. Call me then.”

  “Alright,” Black said before hanging up.

  “That was him, huh?” Mark questioned as she ended the call.

  “Yeah,” she sighed.

  “You going to see him after school?”

  “I know you heard me tell him that I had dance class.”

  “What about afterwards?” he interrogated.

  “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

  “Well, go kick it with that nigga,” he snapped as he stood.

  “So, you’re mad?” she asked as she gazed up at him.

  “Not at all,” he snatched her shades off his head and placed them back on hers. “I’ma fuck with you on the rebound,” he told her as he walked away.

  Necole sat dumbfounded. In a blink of an eye her good day had gone to shit. She had managed to piss Mark off. A part of her wanted to go and explain herself, but something inside wouldn’t allow her. She shrugged it off and headed to the next class when the bell rung.

  * * * * *

  Two days had gone by and Mark still wasn’t speaking to Necole. She hadn’t seen Black since the weekend and was now headed to his house. She was ready to roll around with him for a while. When she pulled up at his house, she saw that there were plenty of cars out. The small house’s driveway wasn’t that big, so there was limited parking space. She parked on the side of the road. She hopped out of her car rocking red shorts, a black belt and a black short-sleeved belly-hoodie. She had on flat black gladiator-styled sandals. She switched her way to his door and knocked.

  “Who is it?” someone said from the other side before they opened the door. “Oh, Necole. How are you doing, baby?” Black’s mom asked as she stepped aside to allow her in.

  “Fine and you?” she smiled as she entered their home. She saw that they had plenty of company. There were a few older women, younger girls, men and younger dudes sitting around talking.

  “Good. Everybody…this is Carmelo’s friend, Necole.”

  “Hey, Necole,” everyone spoke.

  “Necole, did you meet Carmelo’s sister the last time you were here?”

  “No, ma’am,” she shook her head.

  “Well, that’s her right there,” Carmelo’s mom said as she pointed at a chocolate toned girl sitting on the arm of a couch. She was slim, but shapely. She had sharp hips, a round ass and hardly any breasts. She had long, wet and wavy weave draping down her back. She had tight eyes and was relatively tall.

  “Hello,” the girl spoke. “My name is Carmella,” she told Necole.

  “Hey,” Necole smiled.

  “Chocolate, where is Melo?” Black’s mom asked her daughter.

  “He’s in the back smoking with Lil’ Daddy,” Carmella said.

  “You know where that’s at, Necole?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she nodded as she walked to the back of the house. She stepped out the back door. She saw Lil’ Daddy standing with some girl wrapped around him and it wasn’t Amber. He had his hand planted on her round ass as he held a blunt in the other. The girl was yellow, thick, short and had short hair.

  There was another chick standing near Carmelo while he smoked. “Naw, don’t listen to that nigga. He’ll lead your ass astray,” he told one of the girls while oblivious to Necole’s presence.

  “Black, you full of shit, nigga,” Lil Daddy yelped.

  “Nigga, you crazy. Ain’t no way in the world that nigga is going to beat that case. They got too much evidence,” Black argued.

  “How would you know, Carmelo?” the caramel brown skinned girl standing next to him questioned. She was gazing up at him awaiting a response. Necole scoped her out and saw that the girl had ass for days. She wore her hair braided up into a Mohawk. She had on Ed Hardy and her stomach was fully exposed. She had the words, hot girl etched across her belly. She also had a Marilyn Monroe piercing above her lip.

  “’Cause…I know, baby. You talking to a certified street nigga,” he professed as he looked down at her.

  “I guess I came at a bad time, huh?” Necole interrupted.

  Black looked up with surprise. “How long you been standing there?”

  “Long enough.”

  “Long enough for what?”

  “To see that you’re busy.”

  “Did I say that I was busy?”

  “No, but…”

  “But what?” he cut her off.

  “Is this your girlfriend, Carmelo?” the caramel toned girl asked.

  “Why?” he snapped.

  “Because I wanna know, that’s why,” the girl snapped with a neck twisting attitude.

  Necole shook her head. “Look, I’m about to go,” she fumed as she turned to leave.

  “What you gon do that for?” he asked as he walked over and grabbed her elbow.

  She spun around. “Obviously, you’re busy. I’ll let you entertain your company.”

  “You my company. That girl came with Lil’ Daddy.”

  “That girl? My fucking name is Jackie, nigga. You knew my name last night when you were up in this pussy,” the girl lashed.

  “Hey, chill out, main. Tell your girl to calm that shit down. Have some respect. This is his mama’s house,” Lil’ Daddy told his companion.

  “Jackie, chill out, girl. Let the nigga get his shine on. He gon be calling you again,” the friend spoke up.

  “Naw, fuck him. You gon front on me cause you got this bitch here? That’s how you doing it, Carmelo?” Jackie questioned as she stepped to Black.

  “Gina, come get your friend. I don’t wanna hurt her,” he seethed as he pushed Jackie away.

  “Fuck you!” Jackie shouted.

  “This is too much for me,” Necole waved her head as she tried to walk away. Carmelo wouldn’t release her arm.

  “Wait, don’t go,” he told her.

  “I can’t stand your bitch ass!” Jackie lashed as she swung on him.

  “Get this bitch!” he gritted as he pushed her with so much force that she hit the ground.

  Her friend helped her up. “Jackie, stop it girl. Fuck him.”

  “I’m tired of this nigga doing me like this, Gina.” she cried.

  “Well, stop fucking with him.”

  “That’s what I’m saying. Clowning and acting an ass ain’t gon change shit,” Lil’ Daddy shook his head.

  “Carmelo, what’s going on out here?” his mama questioned from the back door before she spotted Jackie. “How the hell did you end up out here, Jackie?”

  “I came with Gina,” she sniffed.

  “Well, you ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell away from here. I don’t want no shit at my house.”

  “We got it under control, Ms. Brenda,” Lil’ Daddy claimed.

  “Ya’ll better,” she said as she left the doorway.

  “So…this is your girlfriend, Black?” Necole asked.

  “Hell, no. She was a friend,” he claimed.

  “Why you lying, Black? You were just with her last night,” Gina interjected.

  “Say main, mine your business,” Lil’ Daddy warned her.

  “But baby, I’m just saying…”

  He lifted a hand, halting her mid-sentence. “What did I just say?”

  “No, it’s okay, Gina. Fuck you, Black. She can have your bitch ass,” Jackie mouthed as she walked around the house and hopped into her car.

  “You wrong, Black,” Gina shook her head.

  “Didn’t that nigga tell you to mind your business?” Carmelo snapped. He turned to Necole. “Come on, man. Let me talk to you in private.”

  “For what?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

  “You’ll see,” he gritted as he pulled her into the house. They eased into his room and closed the door.

  “Hurry up and say what you gotta say so that I can go,” she smacked her lips
with her arms folded.

  He sucked his teeth. “Anyway…that girl don’t mean shit to me. I was fucking her, but that was as deep as it got,” he explained.

  “Are you done?” she asked with a raised brow.

  He looked down at her. “No, I’m not done. Me and you just met, so I’m sure that we both have other friends. So, I hope that you won’t let this change things between us.”

  “Wow. That was well put,” she clapped sarcastically. “You just fucked some other girl less than twenty-four hours ago and you hope that it doesn’t change anything? What a fucking joke.”

  “Why it gotta be like that?”

  “Why? Maybe because I don’t want to sleep behind some hood rat; or because there’s too much drama going on in your world. Or maybe it’s the fact that you had her here after you knew that I was on my way over.”

  “I didn’t have her over here. Her girl was over here with Lil’ Daddy. That messy bitch must’ve called her over here. She just showed up unannounced and walked to the backyard. She hadn’t been here five minutes before you came out there.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “That’s real talk.”

  “Okay, but you were still with her last night, right?”

  “Yeah, I was,” he admitted.

  “I bet you fucked her raw too, huh?”

  “What?” he looked at her like she was crazy. “Hell, naw. I don’t run up in just anybody naked headed.”

  “You did with me,” she reminded him.

  “Are you just anybody?” he asked with a raised brow.

  “No, but you barely know me.”

  “Again are you anybody? And if that’s the case, I should be looking at you sideways. You let me fuck you raw, so what does that say about you?”

  “That’s different.”

  “How?”

  “Because it just is,” she grew frustrated.

  “Yeah, okay. I think you hear how silly that shit sounds.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Find a new word.”

  “You don’t worry about my vocabulary,” she sassed. “With your bad taste having ass. I see that you like them ghetto.”

  He shrugged. “What you expect? I’m ghetto.”

  “I see,” she said, bulging her eyes.

  “Yeah, okay. Everybody wasn’t born with a silver spoon in their mouth.”

  “I never said that they were.”

  “I can’t tell. You like them ghetto,” he mimicked her prim and proper voice.

  “I do not sound like that,” she scowled.

  “Yes, you do. Oh Black, you’re so large,” he teased.

  “I have never used those words and I won’t apologize for speaking correctly. What’s wrong with speaking proper English?”

  “Nothing, sweetheart.”

  “Fuck you, nigga,” she said. “Now, is that better?”

  “You ain’t funny,” he smiled as he pulled her into his embrace.

  “Get off of me. I don’t want your nasty ass hands on me. You was with that bitch last night,” she pouted, trying to remove his hands

  “You jealous?” he asked as he tightened his grip.

  “Of what? She needs to step her game up to come close to seeing me. She’s no competition. I just don’t like the idea of sharing; especially with a chick that isn’t even on my level.”

  “So…why are you wasting time talking about her?”

  “I’m not talking about her. I’m speaking on the things you did with her. I’m not comfortable sleeping with you now.”

  “You for real?”

  “Yes, I’m serious.”

  “Well, you’ll get over it,” he growled as he tossed her onto the bed.

  “No, I won’t,” she insisted as she attempted to get up. He lied on top of her before she could move. “What are you doing?” she asked as he unzipped her shorts.

  “Shhh, be quiet,” he whispered as he pulled her shorts and panties down.

  “Carmelo, there are people right in the other room.”

  “So what? They’re in there minding their business. They ain’t thinking about us.”

  “You don’t know that,” she said as he bit her neck. “Stop. Don’t leave a mark.”

  “Too late,” he said as he kissed her shoulder.

  “At least put on a condom this time.”

  “I ain’t got none.”

  “You’re lying. I just saw some Magnums on your dresser.”

  “Those ain’t for you,” he lowered his head to her pussy.

  “What do you mean? Who are they for then?” she shivered as he licked her clit.

  “They were for those hoes,” he mimed while his mouth remained planted on her vagina.

  Loving the feeling, Necole decided to enjoy him. His skills were superb. It wasn’t long before her legs were trembling. “Uh,” she moaned quietly as he continued to taste her.

  “You like that, huh?” he asked as he climbed back on top of her.

  “Umm hmm,” she breathed.

  “I know,” he smiled as he unzipped his jeans. She bit her lip in anticipation. Although she’d never verbally admit it, Carmelo was the best she’d had thus far.

  Having her right where he wanted her, he pulled out his dick and slid inside of her. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, making sure to dig in deep.

  “Oww!” she gritted as she sank her nails into his skin.

  “You like that?” he panted as he picked up the pace. “You like that?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she nodded as he pounded her pussy. “Uhhhhhh.”

  “Yeah, this pussy feels greaaat. I’ma bust all up in it.”

  “No, Carmelo,” she gasped. “Pull out.”

  “No,” he shook his head. “I wanna bust in this pussy.”

  “But why?” she purred as he began hitting it harder.

  “‘Cause I want to,” he covered her mouth with his to silence her.

  “Umm,” she moaned against him. He was hitting her spot. She could feel him jerking inside of her, but couldn’t stop him. He had her mind gone and common sense had abandoned her.

  “Fuck,” he gritted as he emptied himself inside of her. “This shit gotta stop.”

  “What?” she sighed heavily.

  “I gotta stop fucking you, before I get addicted.”

  “Yeah, right,” she rolled her eyes.

  “You better stop rolling your eyes before they get stuck like that.”

  “Whatever.”

  “I told you to find another word.”

  She pursed her lips. “Get off me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re getting on my nerves.”

  He furrowed those thick brows. “Oh, am I?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay,” he smiled as he kissed her before lifting off of her. She could feel his dick slide out of her.

  She sat up in bed with a hard face. “I’m not fucking you again without a condom.”

  Chapter 5

  “Throw that ass back!” he demanded as he slapped her ass cheek. “Yeah, like that,” he watched his naked dick disappear into her pussy.

  “Fuck, I’m cumming,” Necole panted as Carmelo drilled into her doggy style.

  He squeezed her ass cheeks together as he pushed into her. “Damn, baby,” he groaned.

  They’d been together since that Friday and hadn’t come up for air yet. It was Sunday and Necole was supposed to have left for home two hours ago. She’d told her mom that she was sleeping over at Corrine’s. Her friends had been covering for her left and right. It was to the point where she rarely spent time with them because every waking moment was spent with Carmelo. She had dropped the name Black from her vocabulary. Carmelo was her man now.

  “Baby, hurry up. I gotta go home,” she reminded him as he worked her from behind.

  “Just call your mama and tell her that you gon spend a night with your friend,” he suggested as he stroked her. It was something about young, tight pussy that he could never get
enough.

  “My mom doesn’t like for me to sleep at my friend’s on school nights,” she whined as she pulled away from him, causing him to slip out of her.

  “What the fuck?” he snapped as he looked down at his hard dick saturated with her sticky cum. “Let me finish first.”

  “Melo, it’s after ten o’clock. I have to go,” she droned as she got out of bed and searched for her clothes.

  “No, you don’t. Call your mama and tell her what I told you to tell her,” he spat seriously.

  “I can’t, baby,” she pouted.

  “Yes, you can. Just do it!” he snapped.

  She stopped and glared at him. “I know you’re not getting mad because I have to go home?”

  He stared at her with curled lips. “Naw, I ain’t mad. This is what I get for fucking with a little girl. I’m not used to stopping what the fuck I’m doing so that my bitch can meet her curfew.”

  “Your bitch? So, I’m a bitch, Carmelo?” she asked appalled.

  He sucked his teeth. “Don’t start that shit, girl. You know that’s a figure of speech.”

  “Whatever,” she sighed. “I’m going home,” she repeated as she stepped into her jeans.

  “Well, if I can’t get no pussy from you, then I got to get it from somewhere.”

  She stopped dead in her tracks. “What? So are you saying that you would cheat on me just because I have to go home? I mean…we’ve been fucking all weekend long.”

  “I’m just saying,” he shrugged as he stroked his waves. “Look at how you’re leaving me hanging. I don’t want nobody else. I just want to be able to fuck my woman whenever I feel like it.”

  “Well, I have a curfew, so what do you want me to do about it?”

  “Nothing,” he waved her off. “Just take your ass home, but if you walk out of that door…don’t call me again.”

  “What?” she asked in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

  He tucked in his bottom lip as he nodded. “Leave and find out.”

  “All this because I won’t let you finish fucking me?”

  “It’s not about that,” he rubbed his hands together. “I need to know that I’m a priority. You don’t go out of your way for nobody. I come second to dance class, your friends and everything else.”

  She squinted, clearly irritated. “Carmelo, you know that’s not true. I spend all my free time with you.”

  “Shit, I can’t tell,” he spat.