by Margo
“I’ll e-mail it to her when I’m done. But anyway, this will be short and sweet.”
“Damn, dog, she really gon’ say no now,” Jamal whispered in a genuinely sad tone loud enough so everybody could hear him.
“Mal, shut up, stupid,” Aaliyah snapped jokingly.
Dear Aaliyah,
The last time you wrote a letter, it was sad. I was hoping this one could replace that one. I love you. I knew you were special when I saw you get tested over and over. The doctor came out preparing me for death, but we believed otherwise. Every day, seeing you push through makes me fall in love all over again. Your selflessness is infectious. The list goes on and on, but I know that I start to feel cheated with you only being my girl. I need you to be my wife.
Aaliyah, I know you never wanted a big wedding. I just wanted to make you feel special. Will you marry me?
Eron stood in front of Aaliyah, looking goofy.
“Son, get on your knee.” His mother dragged him from his nervousness.
Aaliyah stood there, crying and shaking her head.
Dior shouted, “We can’t hear you!”
Eron dropped to his knee and slid the Leo diamond engagement one-carat, round-cut, $14,000 white gold ring onto her finger.
Chapter Twenty-five
Tineya
Tineya was truly living her best life. She’d just sat on her couch to catch up on some reality TV when her phone rang.
“Ugggghhh! Tineya.”
“Yes, Dior. What’s wrong?”
“This baby is kicking my ass, and his or her father is stupid.”
Yes, Dior and Mal were expecting a baby. He was a rare breed. He loved him some Dior. That man didn’t give a fuck about what happened to her as a child, what she did before him, or nothing. Actually, it became more of a struggle for Dior. She dodged him for as long as she could. She didn’t want to deal with him for fear of him rejecting her. She would always say that one day he would pick up and decide that he would judge her on her past indiscretions.
One day, they all sat around drinking and ended up playing truth or dare? By some stroke of luck, which had to be God, it was on Dior and Mal.
“Truth or dare, Jamal?” said Dior.
“Truth.”
The room was quiet, watching the exchange. “Could you be with somebody you knew was promiscuous?” she asked.
“Depends on who she is.”
“Figures.”
Mal scooted his chair back roughly. He grabbed Dior’s arm. “Aye, let me talk to you for a minute.”
Dior went along with him.
“Aye, my man, we gon’ be in the basement.”
“You got it,” Eron said smoothly, while Aaliyah sat with her lip tooted up like something stank.
Downstairs, Mal said to Dior, “You gon’ quit trying me in front of people. Let me answer your question. If I’m feeling the woman, then I don’t care what kind of past she has. But one thing I do like is confidence. I need her to stand on any decisions she’s made thus far.”
“But what are you doing though?” Dior asked. Fuck him. He ain’t no damn body! Dior tried to convince herself.
Mal began to walk in Dior’s direction, yanking his shirt over his head. Dior gasped, watching him walk over to her. It might’ve been one of the sexiest moments ever. He walked toward her with his wife beater hugging his pecks. His Bally’s belt hung loosely, swinging as he walked. His boxer briefs were slightly visible. Mal held his pants as if he was grabbing his dick.
“Now, what you say?” Mal asked as he stood abs to chest with Dior.
“I said, what the fuck are you doing?” Dior retorted, seemingly unbothered. She gulped right after, or she attempted to, but her mouth came up dry.
“Oh, what am I doing, huh?”
Dior chuckled.
“Earlier you just wanted me all up in that pussy! You played a dangerous game asking them grown-woman questions. What up now?” he stated adamantly, causing Dior to cringe.
“Dawg, will you grow the fuck up!” Mal added, and they both laughed.
“So, what? You know I hate the sound of pussy because it sounds nasty and wet and juicy! Ugh!”
Dior was still laughing and went about things as if he weren’t even there. But Mal knew better. She wanted him at all costs, but she didn’t want to seem too eager.
Mal moved around Dior’s body so arrogantly. It was familiar territory to him. Mal didn’t know it, but when the stresses of the streets became too much for him, he ran to Dior. She was his dawg! She was his ride or die, and she didn’t even know it.
She was tired of playing with Mal. The gesture of him answering that question all daddyish had her. Dior didn’t care that they were going about things backward.
“Umm.” Dior let go of a soft moan as she started to rub her sweet spot as Mal’s dick rubbed up against her legs.
“So you gon’ act like you don’t see me, huh? You are something else.” Mal leaned her over the couch, fucking her senseless. That was the day that Dior got pregnant.
“Dior!”
“Ummm, what?”
“Girl, I just had a flashback of the time when we all played truth or dare? Remember I showed y’all the tape?”
Eron’s and Aaliyah’s freaky asses had the tape rolling from a previous rendezvous.
“Okay, bye, Dior. Somebody at my door. I’ma call you right back.”
“Who is that? Ro?”
“Get out of my business.” Click.
Tineya watched as Ro stepped out of his car. Ro and Tineya had formed a genuine friendship. After they left the house, he went with her to the lawyer.
Her uncle Nathan had been saying he was helping her, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. When she went to see the lawyer, he had been looking for her. Nathan forged initially Nick’s signature, basically saying that he was the overseer. So while he was playing like he was looking out, Tineya was actually taking care of him.
It was Ro who recommended she take the paperwork to her own attorney. Nick even left some cash in the safe. Even in death, her parents were making sure she was good.
“What’s up?” Ro’s fine ass stepped into the house, hugging Tineya around the waist and kissing her face directly on her scar.
Tineya leaned her head into the kiss. Ro used his other hand to rub down Tineya’s body.
“Umm.” Tineya’s body disobeyed her when it released that moan. She hadn’t had sex in a nice little while.
“You know we don’t gotta do this, right?” Ro questioned.
“What, you don’t want to?” Tineya took a step back.
“Don’t step back. I want it. You fine as hell. I like everything about you. I want you to be sure you are sure ’cause ain’t no coming back.”
“This is what I want.”
“Okay. Come on.” Ro grabbed her hand, dropping his basketball shorts along the way.
Ro immediately went to rubbing Tineya’s nipple on down. Ro felt her breathing begin to change. He noticed that the farther he went down, the quicker Tineya’s breathing had become. Ro knew she wanted some oral by the way she ground her hot box into him. Ro, using his tongue, made a wet trail down the center of Tineya’s body. He used his hands to touch whatever parts his tongue missed. She couldn’t believe it. He had her seeing stars, and he hadn’t even gotten to the nitty-gritty.
“Oh. Shit!” Ro continued to use his tongue to trace the triangular shape. Ro was eye level with Tineya’s clit. It was hooded. Ro pulled the hood back. He wanted to see what kind of clit Tineya was hiding. He already liked her bald pussy. The lips were tight and intact.
“Damn!” Ro couldn’t help but voice his pleasure. His mouth watered at the sight. Ro knew a secret about women. He was smart enough to know that sex wasn’t “one size fits all.” Just because you did it one way to one woman didn’t mean that would work for another woman. He didn’t mind taking the time to learn and listen to a woman’s body if she was worth it.
Ro proceeded to use his extremely we
t mouth to assault her clit. He kissed it. He licked it. He firmly pressed his two inner fingers on it as if it were a button. He placed it between his thumb and index finger, rubbing in a circular motion.
“Oh my Gawd. Shit!” Tineya was losing it. The way she gripped the sheets, causing ash to build up at the knuckle, was a natural reaction of pleasure.
“Nah, I ain’t done until you are.” Ro was serious. Tineya tried pulling away for a breather, but he wasn’t having that. He took pleasure in seeing Tineya in a pure form. It was all sexy to him. The way she fought to prove her attraction to him. The way she lay with her torso lifted off the bed. The wet puddle forming was all real for Ro. He wasn’t letting up. Ro wanted Tineya to know that in all this time, he saw her. In no time, Tineya was screaming out for her release.
“Rooo.” Tineya attempted to scream Ro’s name, but the way she was cumming had her in a daze. Ro watched it all, rubbing on his dick. He was more than prepared for Tineya’s wet walls to grip his dick like a suction cup. Not even air was getting in.
“Oh shit! This can’t be real. This shit good as hell.” Tineya’s pussy had Ro dazed.
“Wait, wait, wait. Can we just sit here for a second?” Tineya asked, attempting to hold Ro in that spot. He was feeling her completely.
Ro made eye contact with Tineya. It was at that point that he knew he had fucked up.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t sit in this and not do nothing with it,” Ro replied, looking at her for confirmation to go on. Waiting took every bit of Ro’s composure. When she gave him the slightest nod, he began to stroke. Ro went through a range of meaningless thoughts to keep himself from ejaculating too soon. He didn’t want to let her down. He knew how she felt about him.
“Umm.”
“Damn, man.”
The two lost it. Their moans and grunts took over the room. Ro took up storage in Tineya’s pussy for about twenty minutes. Ro pulled his penis out slowly. His dick was much too tender for any fast movement.
* * *
Tineya was too comfortable lying in Ro’s embrace. She chose to ignore Ro smirking.
“You not fooling anybody. You not asleep. Your breathing pattern isn’t labored enough for you to be asleep.”
Tineya couldn’t help but laugh at his inquisitive mind. Only Ro would pay attention to someone’s breathing pattern.
Ro lay there as he kissed Tineya’s scar. Tineya wasn’t sure how things were going to play out, but this was effortless and unique. Life was what it was.
Coming soon . . .
Tales of a D-Girl
Chapter One
Like a G, I hold it down for the town I’m at. In a flash like that, recognize I’m back.
“Hey!” Keyana sang. They were playing T.I., her favorite artist, as soon as she and Alyssa walked into the District 81 party at the Whitney. Alyssa was smiling and shaking her head because she already knew when they played T.I. anywhere Keyana was at, she was going crazy, flowing word for word. He was definitely her favorite entertainer. That was just something you were going to have to accept about her.
This was a District 81 party, so it was a nice, laidback crowd. These were grown men, professional men, football-playing men, basketball-playing men, so Keyana and Alyssa were in true heaven. Real street niggas were in the building also. I mean, not niggas that were street niggas by relation, but niggas who had that “get money” shit in their blood.
Keyana and Alyssa were on summer break from Ferris State University. Since they were going back to school the following day, they wanted to make their last twenty-four hours home memorable. Detroit was their hometown. They loved it. There was nothing like the D to them. They decided on this day that they were straight wilding out, showing a nigga some shit he ain’t ever seen before. Keyana and Alyssa had a “fuck it” attitude naturally. That’s how Detroit made most of its residents.
They were both buzzing from the pre-drink at Alyssa’s cousin’s house, so they were feeling nice. So, to the bar they went, to get that one more drink to get them right. They were both beautiful, dressed like true divas. Alyssa had pretty brown blemish-free skin. Her big, brown eyes were most guys’ weakness about her, if they had to choose one. Her lips were big and smooth. She never ever wore lip gloss, just Chapstick. On Alyssa’s five feet one inch frame she wore a see-through top with a brown bra underneath, allowing her C-cups to salute, with the black short shorts covering a small portion of her medium-thick thighs. Lugged sole booties adorned her manicured feet. Her hair stayed done. Matter of fact, she and Keyana had just left from Mike’s chair at Salon DNA over on Detroit’s west side earlier that day. The timepiece she chose for the night was a Joe Rodeo, with a chain that hung right between her breasts with a square diamond pendant and matching earrings. She finished off her outfit with a brown Damier clutch by Louis Vuitton.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the finest guy Keyana had ever seen jumped in front of her at the bar. “Excuse me!” Keyana shouted with her lethal tongue, in more ways than one. She rolled her eyes as she thought that this perfect stranger may be the perfect candidate for tonight.
“Oh my bad, baby. I didn’t even see you standing there.”
Keyana gave him a smile for three reasons: he was fine, she was fucking him tonight, and she knew he was lying about not seeing her.
Keyana was nowhere near conceited, but confident she was. With her dark brown complexion, she was so pretty. She even had a few blemishes that men never seemed to notice. Her eyes were big with long eyelashes. She had pouty lips and a nice-size nose. Her breasts were only a B-cup, but they were sitting erect in her low-cut lace sleeveless purple top that fell right at the top of her ass. She had ass for days, so you know it looked good in her gold ribbed leggings. She wore a simple gold necklace. For shoes, she wore peep-toe pumps that were purple with gold trimming. So again he couldn’t have meant what he said about not noticing her!
“Baby, I don’t take kindly to people laughing in my face,” Mr. Fine replied with a smile forming and stepping in her personal space.
“I’m sorry, but you should stop cracking jokes,” Keyana responded. Normally Keyana would have been mad at the stranger’s arrogance and stepped back, but instead, she took her time looking him up and down. From a quick glance, she could tell he had on a Louis Vuitton outfit and a chunky wristwatch. For the whole two minutes, this stranger kept her captivated by his presence. She hadn’t looked for Alyssa. Finally, she looked over to her right, and there was Alyssa all giddy in front of this fine specimen. She gave Alyssa a wink. It was then that she noticed that the bar stranger and Alyssa’s friend knew each other, which was a plus in her book and the game plan.
“What’s your name, baby?” Mr. Fine asked, bringing her attention back to him.
“Keyana.”
“Beautiful, Keyana. Can I buy you a drink since I cut in front of you in line?”
“Yes, please.”
“Polite, too? Will you marry me?”
“Can I know your name first?”
“Brice, but you can call me B.”
“I bet everyone calls you B huh? I want to call you Brice, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, you’re trying to be separated from everyone else huh?”
“Yes, sir, you’re learning.”
They stood there engrossed in each other so long that Keyana didn’t notice she didn’t get her drink. She looked at her iPhone to check the time. It was 1:50 a.m. Alyssa and her friend were walking toward them.
“Kevin, this is my best friend, Keyana.”
“Hi, Keyana. I see my boy B been keeping you hostage, huh?” Kevin said, introducing himself with a joke.
“Hey, Ms. Alyssa,” Brice spoke, not wanting to be rude.
“Hi, B.”
Keyana stepped back, causing her to really look at Brice. He was gorgeous. He was about six foot two and wasn’t overly cocky, but his broad shoulders let you know that he wasn’t a stranger to the gym. She had to have them sexy-ass lips that blocked a beautiful set of pearly
whites. They looked smoke free. His eyes were hazel. In addition, his hair was curly in a low-cut taper. Keyana saw that the guys were engaged in a conversation, while Alyssa was sitting with the same glazed look she just had, only she was staring at Kevin.
Alyssa took his looks in. She stared at Kevin’s light skin and light brown, almost see-through eyes. His curly hair too was in a taper. He had light freckles over his nose. He was cocky in build. Keyana knew B, from all indications, wouldn’t be the only one getting some pussy tonight. Keyana felt Brice grabbing her hand, and she looked over at him.
“You zoned out on me for a minute. I hope I was the reason your mind was gone,” he stated, hoping for the best.
“You’ll never know, Brice,” Keyana replied, smiling and sticking her tongue out as enticingly as she could. I will have this nigga where I want him in no time, Keyana thought knowingly.
“You better keep that tongue in your mouth!” Brice replied with a serious look. It was sexy, too. His voice even dropped an octave.
“Whatever.” Keyana’s nasty mind was wandering all over the place at what she could do with her tongue.
Brice leaned over, taking a deep breath to ask a question. “Would I be too forward if I told you I wanted to take you to the room and do something to you?”
Keyana couldn’t take it. The combination of his minty breath on her neck and his deep baritone was just too much for her. She sat there for a minute. I’m here from school. I want some dick from his fine ass. Alyssa and I said that we were on some Lil Wayne shit and giving someone their “one night only.” She glanced at Brice, knowing that he would be the one to fulfill her fantasy of wanting to have sex with the possibility of being caught. Her phone vibrated with a text from Alyssa.
Fuckin him 2nite. Lol & u betta do B fine ass, text ya wit the room #
Keyana looked up just in time to see Alyssa waving with a goofy smile. Keyana sent a reply.
Hell yeah, fuck it, safe sex tho! LoL b careful & don’t 4get text u the same.
Keyana leaned over, whispering, “What are we waiting on?” Brice looked shocked but grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. “I drove my car,” Keyana expressed.