I Just Wanna Be Yours

by Lucinda John

  “A bitch gotta work out to?” Tyreema giggled, as we walked up the circular stairs.

  Tyreema was the type of chick you didn’t want to smoke too many joints with. She was silly as fuck when she got too high. I guess since Jerecho was out of town, she was overindulging, because every blunt I sparked up, she smoked with me. She even had two shots of Patron in her system, so I knew the turn up was about to be too real tonight.

  When we made it to our table, I immediately spotted Sage dancing with some bitch. For some reason, seeing that shit had me low-key salty. Shrugging it off, I took my seat at the table and flagged down a waitress to take my drink order.

  “Oh my God, that’s him!” Tyreema yelled.

  “That’s who, Ty?” I asked, looking around in search of the person she was talking about.

  “Him.” She said pointing.

  “Him who? Girl, you geeking. You don’t need to smoke or drink no more tonight.” I fussed.

  “Bitch, never mind. I think I’m geeking for real.” She chuckled, as she realized the person who she thought she saw was really a wall post.

  “It’s lame up here; I’m about to go down and kick it with my girls.” Jordynn said, getting up.

  “Go ahead; you can have the crowds. I’m good up here.” I replied.

  “Me, too.” Tyreema second.

  As Jordynn made her way downstairs where the crowd was going bananas, Tyreema and I sat pretty in VIP slow sipping and vibing. I was looking too cute to have a bunch of sweaty, drunk mother fuckers rub and bump all over me. I was more of the lounge back, dance in the VIP type person versus the one that was into the big crowds getting pushed around and shit.

  “I see you made it all late and shit.” A smooth voice said in my ear.

  “But I made it.” I replied, already knowing who the voice belonged to.

  “Stand up, and let me see you in this dress girl.” He replied, pulling my seat out.

  I stood and did a little twirl putting a little step into it so my ass could jiggle. I was high as fuck and tipsy so anything was liable to go down. The fact that Sage was looking real good in his all black suit already had my body feeling some type of way.

  “Don’t stop dancing with that chick because you finally see me sitting here looking all cute and shit.”

  “A nigga ain’t even dick ya down yet and you acting out.” He smirked.

  “Who says you’ll ever get to that point?” I quizzed.

  “The puddle that’s sitting in the seat of your panties right now.” He cockily replied.

  “Oh, you think you smooth, huh?” I chuckled.

  “Nah, I know it, Ma.” He replied, closing in on me. “Let me get a hug. Damn, you over here looking and smelling all good and shit.”

  “I gotchu.” I replied, walking into his embrace.

  The way his strong arms wrapped around me had me melting right where I was standing. His chest was so firm as I held onto him a few seconds too long. Hell, I know I was looking all thirsty and shit, but this nigga felt good in my arms. He wasn’t even in me, but he had me ready to cum just off of contact.

  “You can hold me later. Introduce me to your friend.” He said, looking over at Tyreema.

  “Ty, this is Sage, Sage, this is my best friend, right hand, sister, down for whatever chick, Tyreema.”

  “Tyreema?” He asked, as if he was trying to remember her from somewhere. “You the girl my brother Saire brought to the hospital?” He asked, causing Ty to perk up.

  “Yes. That’s your brother?” She asked.

  “Yeah, that black ass nigga my brother.” He chuckled.

  “If this ain’t a small world.” I laughed.

  “Was he here?” Ty asked.

  “Yeah, he left to take someone home.” Sage replied.

  “I knew I saw him.” Tyreema said, in what was supposed to be a whisper.

  “Damn, I gotta tell my brother this shit.” Sage said more to himself.

  “Do you mind if I take your friend away for a min?” Sage asked Ty.

  “No.” I replied.

  “It’s cool, Ty. I’mma be here chilling.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” Tyreema, replied, as she waved me off.

  I followed Sage behind a curtain, which blocked off a more private area. He took a seat on the plush, white couch and motioned for me to take a seat next to him. My head was screaming this was a bad idea, but my legs were already walking towards him.

  “To be honest, I ain’t think your ass was going to come.” He said once I sat down.

  “And why is that?”

  “Because I figured you’d be here earlier.”

  “I’m never on the scenes early.” I replied.

  “Is that so.” He licked his lips.

  “Very much so.” I replied.

  “Damn, so you gon’ let a nigga get to know you?”

  “It depends.”

  “Depends on what?” He asked.

  “What you’re trying to know.”

  “Everything.”

  “Like?” I quizzed.

  “What makes you happy so I can do it and what makes you mad, so I can avoid doing it.” He replied, causing my stomach to flutter.

  “You just one smooth ass guy.”

  “Nah, I’m a real ass nigga.” He replied, pressing his lips against mine.

  The moment our lips touched, it was as if he leaped into my soul. This nigga had me feeling all hot and bothered, as he fed me his thick, pink tongue. The way our tongues danced with each other had me feeling some type of way. The kiss was getting too intense so I tried to pull back only to have Sage pull me by the back of the head to deepen it.

  “Mmm.” A throaty moan escaped my lips as I felt my pussy drenched the thick fabric thong I wore.

  Without any warning, Sage slipped his hands between my legs and started playing in my slippery middle.

  “Damn, you wet as fuck!” He said, as he broke our kiss. “You smell good, too?” He said, placing his finger to his nose before placing them to my lips so I could suck my juices off.

  “You sexy as fuck!” He said, before pushing me back on the couch.

  “Wait.” I said, trying to gain control of the situation.

  “Just chill; I’m trying to catch my first meal of the day.” He smirked before lowering his head.

  Before I could protest, I felt him slipping my panties off my body and pushing my legs back. It was as if on cue that the DJ started to play Kranium, “Nobody Has to Know”. With his thick tongue, he ran it across the folds of my pussy before stuffing it deep in my middle.

  “OHHHHHH!” I moaned feeling his tongue tickle my middle.

  “Damn, this pussy good as fuck.” He groaned before he went back to tongue fucking me.

  When he alternated from sucking to licking on my clit, I went crazy. Grabbing the back of his head, I fucked his face with no shame. I felt my orgasm rip through my body paralyzing me in the legs, causing me to lay there in shock. Even after I came and started to scream at the top of my lungs, he still held my clit firmly between his lips and kept nursing it.

  Three powerful orgasms later, he decided to have mercy on me. I was done for as I laid there with my panties next to me trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. My legs still felt weak as fuck, as I tried to sit up so I decided to lay there until I got down from my orgasmic high.

  “You good?” Sage asked me.

  “Boy, what did you just do to me?” I asked out of breath.

  “A nigga ain’t eat all day, and you just became my all-time favorite meal.” He said, cupping my pussy. “Next time, I’mma beat this shit up, though.”

  “Who said there’s going to be a next time?” I asked.

  “Trust me, there will be a next time.” He winked. “You might as well lock me in.”

  “I left my phone at the table.”

  “Put your number in here, then.” He said, passing
me the phone.

  I punched in my number on the keypad then saved my name as a new contact before handing it back to him.

  “Get yourself together so you can check in on your girl. I got a few moves to make, but don’t go home without checking in with me.”

  “Checking in with you?” I asked, looking at him sideways.

  “Yes, I want to be the last nigga you kiss before you go home.

  “How you know I don’t have a nigga at home that I’m kissing?” I asked.

  “I don’t know, but you better not be kissing no other niggas.” He warned. causing my pussy to get wet all over again.

  “I hear you.” I replied, “Is there a bathroom back here?”

  “Yes, straight back. You need me to come in there with you?”

  “Nah, I’m good.” I chuckled.

  * * *

  “You still over here moping over that nigga not calling you?” Jordynn asked, taking a seat on the couch next to me.

  “Girl, ain’t nobody worried about that boy.” I lied, as I sketched my next design in my pad.

  “Then, why you keep checking your phone every five minutes?” She quizzed.

  “I got an important business phone call that’s supposed to come through.” I continued with my lies.

  It had been three days since Sage snatched my soul with that powerful mouth of his, and I hadn’t heard from him since. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed that to bother me, but I couldn’t get over that shit. He had me checking my phone every five minutes to see if I missed a call from him, and that was out of the norm for me.

  “Well, I was able to get the 411 on ya boy.” Jordynn said.

  “And?” I asked with attitude dripping from my voice.

  “Well, if you don’t want to know the tea, I ain’t gotta pour it for you.” She smirked.

  “Girl, just tell me.” I replied getting antsy.

  “He a lil’ dope boy that’s making a little name for himself.” She started.

  “Ok and?”

  “Just as I said, a lil’ dope boy.” She smiled.

  “What you tryna say?”

  “That nigga ain’t nothing by nineteen, and he got all the hoes going crazy over him.” She chuckled.

  “Nineteen?” I asked looking at her as if she just grew six heads.

  “Yes, girl; a young nigga.”

  “How the fuck?”

  “He look grown as fuck, yes I know. I ain’t believe it when I heard that shit, too.” She said.

  I was at a loss for words. Here I was, a twenty-three-year-old bombshell, and I had a nineteen-year-old boy wracking my nerves. Off of looks, there was no way to tell that Sage was only nineteen years old. He looked very aged; especially by the full beard he sported. I had a few words for this child whenever he decided to hit me up; he was going to have to shoot me this fade for false advertisement.

  “I gotta tell Tyreema this shit.” I said to myself, as I grabbed my phone and walked to my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

  “Hello?” Tyreema answered on the third ring.

  “Hey girl, you busy?” I asked her.

  “Nah, I just put Tyreek bad ass down for his nap.”

  “Don’t do my godson like that.”

  “Man, this boy just took my make-up and repainted the walls.” She replied frustrated. “That shit ain’t funny.” She fussed.

  “I’m sorry, but Tyreek is a mess; I gotta come get him this weekend.”

  “Yes, please do. Anyways, what’s up?” She asked.

  “Girl, you would never guess what I just found out.”

  “What?” She hesitantly asked.

  “Breathe, Ty. It ain’t about Jerecho this time.” I chuckled.

  “Ohhh, girl damn. Don’t scare me like that.” She chuckled.

  “Anywho, I just found out Sage’s ass is nineteen.”

  “What?!”

  “Girl, the same reaction I had. That boy look and carry himself like a grown man. There was no way for me to believe he’s an infant.” I replied.

  “An infant? Girl, stop.” Ty laughed.

  “Girl, I’m going to jail for rape.” She shrieked.

  “Naria, chill… he ain’t that much younger than you. At least he’s legal.” She reasoned.

  “This boy just got out of diapers the other day.” I carried on.

  “Women do it all the time. Ain’t nothing wrong with dating younger men.”

  “Dis is tew merch.” I dramatically said placing my hand on my head.

  “If you don’t chill out. Did he call you yet?”

  “No, that’s what makes matters worse. I swear, when he do, I’mma light his ass up.” I snapped. “Girl, hold on. I just got a text.” I said, placing my phone on speaker so I could read my text message.

  9547686743: What’s up, Ma. This Sage. A nigga really tryna see you. Meet me at the P.F. Chang on Federal Highway.

  I read the text message out loud.

  “Are you going?” Ty asked me.

  “Yes, I need answers.” I replied.

  “Is that really why you going?” Ty asked knowing me well.

  “Yes. I gotta print out a consent form. I need his parents to sign on the dotted line before I deal with him.” I said, causing Ty to burst into a fit of laughter.

  “I don’t know what I’mma do with you.” Ty said in between laughing.

  Me: What time?

  I replied to his text.

  9547686743: Three hours. That should give you enough time to get all cute and shit for me.

  “You real quiet over there.” Ty spoke up.

  “Girl, I was just replying to this boy. Let me go get ready to meet him. I’mma call you when I get back.”

  “Don’t forget to pack a baby bag.” Ty joked.

  “You wrong for that Ty.”

  “Go have some fun and lighten the fuck up.”

  “Iight, later.”

  “Later.”

  I got up from my bed and made my way to the closet in search for something to wear. Since I took a shower a few hours ago, the only thing that was left for me to do was to fix my hair and do my make-up. As I rummaged through my closet, I decided to wear my high-waist, pencil jean skirt, with a mustard-colored, ruffled crop top. Grabbing my nude strappy foam heels, I placed it on the bed next to my outfit and went to fix my hair and make-up.

  Two hours later, I was dressed and walking to my car. The whole drive to the restaurant, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was supposed to be mad at him for, one, being young as fuck and two, for waiting so long to hit me up, but the way he made me feel that night was overpowering my anger.

  Parking my car in the parking lot, I reached for my joint that was in my cup holder and finished it off. My mind was going crazy off this child; therefore, I needed an immediate mind-reliever. When I was done with my mini smoking session, I grabbed my perfume to spray away the evidence then grabbed a piece of gum and slipped it into my mouth.

  “You just going to walk past me like that?” Sage said, giving me a scare.

  “The fuck you doing out here like that?” I asked.

  “That’s you… so eager to see a nigga that you’re not paying attention to your surroundings.”

  “Boy, bye.” I waved him off.

  I couldn’t help but admire how sexy he was looking leaned up against an all-black Range Rover.

  “Come here.” He said holding his hand out for me.

  “Nah, nigga. Why you waited three days to hit me up. Better yet, why you ain’t tell me you was only nineteen.” I said, regretting how obsessed I sounded.

  “Damn, you doing your homework on a nigga and shit. You must really be feeling me.” He said, pulling me close to him.

  “I am twenty-three years old, Sage.”

  “And?”

  “You’re a fucking kid; I could go to jail for this shit.” I ranted.

  “Listen to how dumb you sound. Last time I checked my birth
certificate, a nigga was legal as fuck. Plus, what the fuck does age have to do with anything?” He asked.

  “Everything.”

  “Nah… See, I bet I can treat you better than any of them old heads you used to dealing with.” He grinned.

  “Yeah, by waiting three days to hit me up?”

  “Oh, so now I see the problem. You a little hurt, because I waited so long to hit you up. Daddy been busy, Ma, but just know, you and that sweet ass pussy been on my mind like crazy.” He licked his lips before pulling me in for a kiss.

  “You was in that car burning on some good Kush.” He smirked.

  “Yeah. How you know?”

  “I can taste that shit even with that gum you chewing.”

  “I was smoking on some-”

  “Guava Kush.” He said, taking the words out of my mouth.

  “How do you know?” I asked.

  “Just know that I know.” He replied.

  “What you pushing? Weed?” I asked.

  “That’s a conversation we gon’ have when you officially become my girl.”

  “What makes you think I’mma be your girl?” I asked.

  “You ask too many questions. Are we going to go inside and eat, or nah?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes.

  “Strike one. Don’t let them be anymore.”

  “Iight coach.” He replied, smacking me on the ass.

  Chapter 12

  Tyreema

  Jerecho loudly snores as I got out of bed to make him breakfast and finish packing his bags. We had a great time together these past few weeks, and I was sad that he was going out of time yet again. Since him leaving town a lot meant he was bringing in more money, we were closer to our dream house, and money was why I didn’t trip as much. I did pout when he told me he was leaving, but after a few rounds of dope dick, I was over it.

  As I finished packing the rest of Jerecho’s things, his phone started to go off. I walked over to the nightstand where his phones rested and saw a few test messages from an unsaved number. I tried to use every four-digit numeric password I could possibly think of to get into it, but I ended up getting locked out for a minute.