by Lucinda John
“Use the bathroom for what?” I asked kissing her neck.
“I told you I didn’t take my pill, and you still nutted in me! You’re so fucking selfish!” She yelled.
“Watch how you’re talking to me Ty.” I warned.
“May I go use the bathroom please?” She asked.
“Nah, I got another one in me.” I said, as I began stroking in and out of her. The moment I slipped her nipple in my mouth and started hitting her spot all the fussing ceased.
~~~~~
“Bring me my food out on the patio.” I said, as I sat went to go check on Tyreek.
He was so engrossed in the episode of Bubble Guppies that was playing that he didn’t even notice me standing in his doorway. Once I made sure he was good, I made my way out to the patio and rolled me a few blunts. Pulling out my phone, I unlocked it and deleted the text messages of Jordynn begging me to come see her later on today. There were also a few other text messages from a few girls I fucked with on and off, which I deleted as well.
I went to my Facebook app and saw that I had a message from this chick I was talking to. She was a married bitch from out of town that knew her place. Gazing at the nudes she sent me, I licked my lips then asked her to send me a video of herself playing in her pussy. Once a month, I’d make that trip to Jacksonville just to fuck with her nasty ass. Plus, she lived in a high-class neighborhood, so I was usually able to bust a few licks on them old heads while I was there.
“What you out here smiling about?” Tyreema asked causing me to jump.
“The fuck you sneaking up on me like that for?” I quizzed sucking my teeth.
“Whatever, Jerecho.” She sucked her teeth.
“Watch it with all that man.” I said, as I placed my phone down and proceeded with breaking down the weed.
“Who had you on the phone smiling, Jerecho?” She asked, placing the food down in front of me.
The sight of the fried chicken, candied yams, greens, and oven baked mac and cheese had my mouth watering. Tyreema knew how to do her thing in the kitchen, and that what made me love her ass more. She cooked every day, even when I wasn’t home for dinner, but I could always find my food wrapped up and in the oven waiting for me.
“Jerecho, I know you heard me talking to you.”
“Huh?”
“If you can huh, you can hear! Who was on the phone?” She asked, again, this time with attitude in her voice.
“That was Louis, man. He was clowning on Facebook and shit, you know how he do.” I replied.
“Mmhmm.”
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Man, look.” I said, showing her the video Louis made cracking on some chick who shoes were leaning to the side. I also showed her the comment I dropped on the video.
“Mmm, ok Jerecho.”
“You need to start trusting me, man. I hate when you do that shit.” I fussed.
“How do you expect me to trust you when you disappear for three days without calling home?” She sassed.
“Ty, you know what kind of nigga I am, and how I get this money. I’m trying to move you and my son in a big ass house that’s paid up when our lease is finished. I ain’t going to be able to do that laid up with you. You gotta be able to respect my grind when I’m gone for days at a time. I hate that you work at that call center, but I don’t trip.” I replied.
In the beginning, Tyreema depended solely on me. She got her diploma and decided that she wanted to pursue her graphic designing career instead of going to college. She would purchase a few workshops on how to start your own graphic design business and do them at home. I was cool with it as long as she kept her ass home. Once Tyreek was born, she let Naria get in her head about how it was time she started making her own money and shit. I would give her bands just to show her I got her, but once she got Tyreek in preschool, she stood her ground and got a data entry job at a call center.
“I like making my own money.”
“So do I, so when I’m out there making moves, be patient and know that daddy will always come home to your fine ass.” I replied, smacking her hard on the ass.
“You putting on weight, Ma, slow down.” I said, noticing how her waist was getting thicker. She still had a small pudge from giving birth, but that didn’t hinder her from wearing two pieces and crop tops. Tyreema was a sexy ass thick girl, and the prettier she got, the more insecure I became.
“Really?” She asked, looking down at her stomach.
“Yeah, just slow down on the fried chicken before your belly start overlapping and shit.” I replied, taking a bite of my chicken.
“There are plenty of women with overlapping bellies that look beautiful. Matter fact, all those plus sized BBW models that I be seeing on Facebook looks way prettier than majority of the skinny models.”
“Yeah, then your ass gonna be out here fighting high blood pressure and all that other shit.”
“It’s one thing to be concerned about my weight, but you made it seem like I’m gonna be less attractive if I gain more weight.”
“Shit, who knows, you might be.” I replied.
“Yeah, ok. Well, I’m going to the spa with Naria. Should I leave Tyreek here with you or take her to Chelly.” She said.
“Who said you could go to the spa?” I asked, sipping my peach tea.
“You just did. Wasn’t that the purpose of the money?”
“Yeah, but I ain’t think you was gonna go today.”
“Today is the only day both me and Naria are off, and I would like to spend time with her.”
“Mm… leave my lil’ nigga here with me, and don’t be out all night. I got moves to make.”
“Ok, Daddy.” She smiled, kissing me on the lips.
Chapter 3
Naria
“Detric, get the fuck off my line with all that rah rah shit.” I snapped into my phone, as I applied body oil to my skin.
“You ain’t have to burn my shit! You could have told me to come and get it.” He fussed.
“You so-called got all this money, so that should be small to a giant like you. The amount of money you claim you making should be able to replace all your shit and more.” I rolled my eyes as if he could see me.
I was growing frustrated with talking to Detric’s bitch ass, and as soon as he got off the phone, I was putting him on the block list. Detric was the reason I stopped fucking with niggas heavy and became cold-hearted. A few years ago, I started fucking with him, and he had a bitch head over heels in love with him. He said all the right things and did all the right things just legit stole my heart.
I was all Team Detric until one day I called his phone and his wife picked up. I told her straight up my position in his life, and she told me hers, which had more value than mine. His wife even sent me wedding photos of them two all smiling and shit along with the small baby bump she was now sporting.
Since Detric worked for traveling salesman for a pharmaceutical company, I was understanding when he claimed he had to go out of town a lot. Majority of the time, he was out traveling, but when he wasn’t, we stayed with each other. This nigga bought me a condo and had a closet full of shit at my house and everything, so when I found out he had a whole wife somewhere, and that he was expecting a baby, I was hurt. Detric wasn’t the only nigga to hurt me, but I was willing to bet my last dollar that he would be the last.
“Why are you being childish, Naria?”
“Why are you still calling me? I burnt your shit and sent it to your house. Shit! You should be happy I had the decency to send them.” I chuckled.
“This is funny to you?”
“Yup!” Now, if you can excuse me, I have company.” I sucked my teeth before hanging up the phone.
The moment I hung up, I went to the Settings and deleted his ass. I had all the locks in my house changed, and I was moving the fuck on from now own. There wasn’t anything a nigga can do for me but give me dick, and as far as I
was concerned, I ain’t need their asses. I’d just get me a few boy toys and start thotting.
Dressed in a nude bra and thong set, I stood in my walk-in closet in search for something to wear for my outing with Tyreema. She had called me earlier saying Jerecho’s hoe ass gave her money for a girls’ day out. Even though I didn’t fuck with that nigga, I had no problem spending his money while chilling with my best friend in the process.
Reaching for a pair of shorts that I made, along with a soft, pink, high-low crop top, I laid them out on my bed. I had a love for fashion and designer clothes, so instead of working for a boss, I became my own. I had a very active online boutique Belle Femme, which means beautiful woman in French. Every item in my boutique was handmade by me except for the shoes. I spent countless hours in my spare bedroom making various pieces for different types of body sizes just to show all women that they can be beautiful in the skin that they’re in with the right threads on their backs.
My business wasn’t as big as I wanted it to be, yet, but I was making real good money. My ultimate goal was to open an actual boutique in all the fashion cities, starting with Miami. With God, hard work, and dedication, I knew I would be reaching my goal sooner than I anticipated.
Pulling my shorts over my thick frame, I did the wiggle, wiggle, hop, hop in order to button them up. I was thicker than a Snicker, which was a blessing and a curse. Standing at 5’5, I had blemish-free, honey-brown skin. My stomach was toned, and my body was bananas. I had the thickness and curves that females pay bands to Dr. Miami for. My breasts were a nice c-cup, my waist was snatched, and my ass was one of those southern style, collard greens and cornbread fed asses. A lot of people said I looked like that Courtney Bless girl, Dej Loaf’s sister since I too had a rose bush arm and leg sleeve. I was infatuated with the needle and ink, which was why my tattoo game was crazy. Aside from my right arm and leg being sleeved up, I had a tattoo of a bunch of flying butterflies that started on my lower back, wrapped around my waist, and stopped at my right breasts. Tyreema and I also had matching infinity tattoos on our feet that had the words best friends going through it.
Once I was dressed, I grabbed my tan hat and placed it over my head. I was having a bad hair day due to me taking the sew-in I had installed in my hair out, so the hat would have to do. I matched my hat with a pair of tan Tory Burch sandals and a matching tan bag, and I was ready to go. Grabbing my pre-rolled blunt, I lit it up and decided to smoke one until Tyreema brought her slow ass on.
“Took you long enough.” I yelled, when I heard the door open.
“I didn’t know you was waiting on me.” Jordynn said, finally bringing her ass home.
“Jordynn, I’m real tight with you right now. Who the fuck leaves somebody house for days and not say shit to them?” I asked, looking at my cousin sideways.
“Naria, I am grown.” She rolled her eyes.
“But your grown ass is living under my roof where I pay all the damn bills. You need to take your ass to my mama house with all that shit. Talmbot you coming down here for school. I ain’t seen ya ass register for not one class yet.”
“You know how Chelly is cuz.” She chuckled.
“I ain’t laughing witcho retarded ass. Now, I ain’t running no homeless shelter here. It’s either you stay in my shit and abide by my rules, go stay with my mama, or bring your ass back home.” I snapped.
“Dang, Naria, I’m sorry. I was just home though. My baby daddy wanted to see Jerry so I went to meet up with him.” She said.
“I ain’t know he got out of jail.” According to Jordynn, her baby daddy, Jerry, was in jail. That’s why he wasn’t around for majority of her pregnancy.
“Yeah, last week.”
“You went to let him see the baby or did you go get fucked by him?” I asked, pointing at the hickey that was on her neck.
“Girl, you know how it goes with baby mama’s and baby daddy’s.” She waved me off.
“No, I don’t know.” I replied.
“Well, you will one day.” She smirked, taking a seat on the couch and reaching for the remote.
“Bestie, I’m hoooooooooooome!” Tyreema yelled, as she walked through the house. I peeped Jordynn roll her eyes, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the beef was between the both of them.
“Hey, bitch. You look cute, and this new cut just keeps looking better and better on you.” I gushed, as she twirled around wearing an olive green two-piece skirt and crop top set.
“Thank you; according to Jerecho, I’m getting fat.” She replied, causing Jordynn to snicker.
“The fuck this skinny hoe laughing at? You one cheeseburger away from dying of hunger.” Tyreema shot at her.
“And you half of a cheeseburger away from a clogged artery.” She snapped.
“I swear, one day I’mma fuck her up, Naria, I can feel it.” Tyreema huffed.
“What’s the beef between the two of you anyways?”
“Ain’t no beef on my end; ol girl always throwing shots at me.” Jordynn said.
“Because the way you carry yourself. You got the potential to be a part of this bad bitches club, but the way your body count set up, you down to fuck any nigga that say you got a fat ass, and that’s not the type of crowd I associate myself with.” Tyreema went off.
“Man, that’s deep, but too bad I don’t give a fuck.” Jordynn rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, Naria. Are you ready to go?” Ty asked.
“Yes, baby; lead the way.”
“Where are y’all going?” Jordynn asked.
“Out.” I replied.
“Shit. Let me come. I ain’t trying to sit in this house by myself and shit.” Jordynn jumped out of her seat and pulled her shorts out of her ass.
“Best friends only.” Tyreema smirked. “Let’s go my ONE and ONLY best friend.” the queen of petty said pulling me by my arm.
“You play too much.” I giggled, getting in Tyreema’s car.
“Girl, I can’t stand that hoe, and if she wasn’t your cousin, I’d tag her ass.” Ty sucked her teeth.
“Ty, come one; she ain’t that bad.” I said.
“You see how slutty and shit she act. Every time we go out, she embarrass the fuck out of herself and us. You know I don’t rock like that.” Ty turned her nose up in the air.
“Come on, Ty Boogie, don’t be like that. Please just tolerate her for me.” I begged.
“Mm, I guess I can.”
“Good! Bitch, guess who called me?”
“Who?” Ty asked, passing me some weed and a Swisher Sweet so I could roll up.
“Detric.”
“What his ass want?”
“I guess he just got the package of his burnt shit, and he feeling salty.” I replied, taking a whiff of the high potent weed.
“Girl, where you get this shit from?” I asked Ty.
“I grabbed it from Jerecho’s stash.”
“That nigga be smoking on some good shit.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Where we going?” I asked.
“First, we gonna go to the spa to get a full body massage, then to the hair salon to fix that mess on your head, then to the nail shop to get right. Afterwards, we’ll head to the mall to cop a few things, then have a little girl talk on South Beach while we sip and eat.” Ty beamed.
“One thing about Jerecho’s dumb ass is he be about his money, and he lace you and Tyreek right. I just can’t stand how much of a hoe he is.” I vented. “For the life of me, I can’t understand why someone as beautiful, smart, and loyal as yourself would settle for scum.”
“Come on, Naria, don’t start.” Tyreema wined.
“No, Ty. That shit breaks my heart every time I gotta watch you cry over his hoe ass because you done caught him fucking this bitch or that bitch done came to you on some fuck shit. I wish you would know your worth, because baby girl, you’re worth way more than his sorry ass.” I gave it to her ass straight no chase.
“I know, Naria, but I love him, and it’s easy for me to want to leave him, but my feet sometimes won’t move. I love his bond with Tyreek, and I don’t want to take him from that. Jerecho is our only family besides you and Chelly.”
You don’t have to be with somebody to co-parent.”
“I know, but Tyreek is too young to understand everything right now.”
“Stop making excuses.” I said, placing the blunt to my lips and lighting the tip.
“Change the subject, man. We’re enjoying our time together, not talking about my relationship.” She reached for the blunt.
“Yeah, ok.” I coughed. “This some strong shit.” I said, taking one last pull before passing her the blunt.
When we arrived at Deluxe Spa, we headed to our private room to get massages. The beauty of this spa was that we had the ability to pick the masseuse we wanted to handle our body. Me being fast and shit, I decided to pick this sexy ass Spanish nigga by the name of Pedro. I tried to get Tyreema to pick Javi, but she was too scared and opted for a woman.
“Mm, Pedro, you rubbing the shit out of this ass.” I moaned, as his strong hands glided up and down my booty.
“Eww, can you shut your nasty ass up.” Ty called out.
“Stay over there, ma’am; this is between Pedro and I. Ain’t it, Pedro?” I cooed.
“It’s your world; I’m just living in it, baby.” Pedro whispered in my ear, causing a chill to run up and down my spine.
The massage then went from soothing to having me hot and bothered. The way he worked his magical hands all over my body had me near an orgasm. When the massage concluded, I left the Spa with a wet ass and Pedro’s phone number. Shit, I needed a part two of what just went down and then some.
Once we left the spa, we headed to Sweetie’s hair salon where she cut and trimmed my natural hair into a blond, curly, short do that fit my face perfectly. Tyreema decided to keep the blunt bob look, this time, adding a Chinese bang, which made her already beautiful face glow with even more beauty.
After letting Ying Yang, Ming Lee, and Ching Chong hook up our nails, we headed down to South Beach for dinner and drinks. We were seated at the Sugar Factory, both enjoying our personal, oversized glass of Passion Punch drink while we had small talk. Times like this was what I cherished the most where I could just sit and bullshit with my best friend.