Goodfellas

by Carl Weber

  “Yeah, well, we okay. You can leave now.” East could feel his heart swell in his chest. He balled his fist tight, scowling at Lance. He knew right then that he didn’t like the handsome stranger.

  “He was just leaving, baby,” Ebony motioned with her eyes to Lance, who tried to hide the smirk on his face.

  Li’l man ain’t playing, he thought to himself. He said his good nights, then exited the apartment as smooth as he entered. “Call me,” he put his hand to his ear, walking down the steps of the apartment.

  Ebony locked the door behind him, then walked East back to his room. She felt horrible. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she apologized, not knowing what else to say. East didn’t respond. He just got back in his bed and turned his back. Ebony sighed deeply as she lingered in his doorway.

  Minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, disappointed in herself, a glass of water in one hand and a Xanax in the palm of the other. She placed the pill in her mouth and quickly washed it down with the water. It had been a long day. She couldn’t wait for the pill to kick in. She strolled over to her bed and lay down, clicking off the lamp next to her bed, waiting for the euphoric feeling to take over her body.

  * * *

  “Girl, he did what?” Angela shouted on the other end of the phone, unable to contain her laughter.

  “Yes, had his little fists balled up and everything,” Ebony explained from the comfort of her couch as she talked to her best friend.

  “That East is gonna be hell when he get older. That’s one helluva li’l boy you raising, Tweet,” Angela said.

  “Who you telling, Angie? I already know.” Ebony had filled her friend in on the events of the past night, sparing her the details about buying illegal pills from Lance.

  “So you gonna see him again?” Angela’s voice lowered to a whisper as she was filled with excitement and anticipation.

  “I . . . I don’t know, girl,” Ebony was unsure. Her body wanted to, but after what had happened with East, she didn’t know if it was worth the trouble.

  “What you mean, you don’t know? When the last time you got some dick? You better let that man knock the dust off that pussy,” she joked like Chris Tucker in Friday.

  “Whatever,” Ebony laughed out loud. “I don’t need nobody to knock the dust off of nothing over here. Speak for yourself.”

  “Humph. Don’t worry about me. I’m doing just fine,” Angela snapped back.

  “Hmm-mm. That’s why you got arthritis in your fingers now.”

  They both broke out into laughter.

  “Momma . . .”

  “Momma, I’m hungry . . .”

  Ebony could hear the voices of Angela’s twins coming through the phone. She knew that was her friend’s cue.

  “Girl, these kids working my last nerve,” Angela huffed. “Let me get up and fix them something to eat before I get a DFCS case,” she joked.

  “Tell my babies I said hi,” Ebony cooed. “I’ll call you later.”

  Ebony relaxed back into the comfortable cushions of her sofa and laughed to herself. Angela was right. It had been awhile since she had some good dick. “Maybe I should give Lance a call,” she mumbled under her breath. “His stroke game ain’t all that, but that nigga know he can eat some pussy.” She smiled at the recollection.

  Chapter Four

  “Damn, I wish I could go,” Screw complained, walking next to East.

  “Me too,” Ques added.

  “Don’t worry about it,” East tried soothing their disappointment. “One day it’ll be my house y’all coming to. And we’ll have pool parties every day,” he said.

  “Yeah, but that’s a long time from now,” Ques said.

  “Man, shut up,” Screw punched Ques in the shoulder. “Don’t be a hater. One day, I’m gonna have a big mansion like Ricardo too . . . with a club inside . . . with stripper poles,” he was thinking out loud. “And I’m gonna fly different strippers in, every week.”

  Ques looked off into the distance like he suddenly could see everything Screw was saying. East shook his head and laughed at his friends. “Y’all stupid.”

  “Here comes ya boy,” Screw suddenly said, seeing a tinted SUV round the corner, his smile melting into a sneer that traveled to his eyes, causing his face to crumple.

  When the vehicle came to a stop, Dos leaped from the backseat before the driver could make it all the way around to open the door for him. “What up?” he said to Screw and Ques.

  “What’s up?” they both replied. They were friendly with Dos but not friends. The only thing they all had in common was East.

  “You ready to roll?” Dos asked East as his driver stood behind him holding the door open. It was his birthday, and his father was throwing him a pool party at their house. Dos didn’t have time to chill and talk. He was ready to celebrate.

  “Yeah, I’m ready.” East slapped five with his friends before leaving them behind.

  “I don’t know why East hang with that nigga,” Screw said as the SUV pulled away.

  “’Cause he rich,” Ques said with a smile that quickly melted when Screw glared at him. “Yeah . . . Me either.” He usually just went along with whatever Screw had to say. Truthfully, he really had no beef with Dos. He actually thought he was cool, but he would never tell Screw that.

  * * *

  “Tweet, what you up to?” Angela side eyed her best friend as they stood in the middle of her living room. Ebony was all dressed up and looked breathtaking. She definitely wasn’t planning on spending the evening home or alone.

  “East is spending the night out with Dos. So, I’m getting up with Lance tonight,” she bragged, twerking in a playful manner.

  “Heeeey.” Angela joined in on the fun, slapping her friend on the ass while she danced.

  “Yeah, girl, I need me some baaad,” she confessed. “I didn’t know how much until the other night. That man kissed my neck and had me leaking like a faucet.” It had been so long since she had allowed herself to even think about sex, but Lance had awakened a burning desire within her body.

  Ebony and Angela had a sisterlike relationship. Whenever Ebony needed someone to talk to, she could always count on Angie. Beside East, she was the only person Ebony ever confided in. She could tell her about anything and knew she would never hear it repeated. They had each other’s back.

  “Just don’t put it on that nigga too much. You don’t need no more stalkers,” Angela said.

  “I know, right?” They both broke out into laughter, reminiscing about someone from her past. “I’ll go easy on him.” Ebony moved her hips in a circle.

  “Girl, you something else.”

  Before Ebony could respond, the sound of a car interrupted them. She walked over to the window and saw Lance’s BMW 750 parked outside. “That’s him.” She glanced back at her friend. “I’ll call you later to give you the details. Hopefully it’s tomorrow when I do.” She stuck her tongue out and laughed her way out the door.

  As she entered Lance’s car, he couldn’t help but stare. Ebony looked like she had walked out of the pages of a magazine. Her long, black lashes and green eyes had him hypnotized. She was gorgeous, and this time around, Lance was determined to make her his.

  Ebony slid her body into the leather seats of his BMW. Seeing the lustful look in his eyes, she smiled, knowing exactly what was on his mind. “It’s been so long since I’ve been out,” she said, relaxing in her seat and watching the city pass by out the window.

  Lance looked over at her as he drove. “A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be cooped up in the house. You should be able to do whatever your heart desires,” he said. “I’m still trying to figure out why some nigga ain’t wife you up yet.”

  She looked over at him. “Why? That’s what you trying to do?”

  Lance licked his lips. “Most definitely.”

  “Is that right?” Ebony smiled.

  “You hungry?” he asked smoothly.

  “Nope.”

  “You wann
a catch a movie?”

  “Nope.” A seductive smile creased her lips.

  “What you trying to do then?” he asked but already knew the answer from the look in her eyes.

  Saying nothing, Ebony slowly rubbed her hand on his leg. Lance could already feel his dick getting hard in his pants. He reached over, placing his hand on the inside of her thigh and finessed his hand up her skirt. Ebony went with it and didn’t stop him. She moved her seat back and held her breath as he moved her panties to the side. When she felt his fingers enter her, she released a passionate moan. The car was quiet. The only sound was her wetness as he moved his fingers in and out of her. With her eyes closed and her head resting on the headrest, she softly bit down on her lip and moaned. Lance was making her drip with ecstasy. Ebony opened her eyes and noticed the bulge in his pants. She smiled again, her body surging with desire. Lance’s eyes were filled with sexual hunger. He craved her. Ebony turned her hips toward him to make it easier for him to reach her G-spot. Lance couldn’t control himself. All he could think about was digging deep inside of her, deeper than anyone had ever gone before.

  “Oh shit,” Ebony moaned as he began to move his fingers faster. “I’m coming, baby . . . I’m coming,” she cried out.

  “Give me that shit. Come all over my fingers,” Lance said, and soon after, Ebony’s body surrendered to his demands.

  * * *

  The scene at Ricardo’s house was straight out of a rap video. It was unlike any kid’s birthday party East had been to before. There were half-naked women in skimpy bathing suits all around him. In the hallways, in the kitchen—everywhere he turned. And there were naked women in the pool out back. East could only imagine that this was what Uncle Luke’s house looked like. Still, he remained his normal calm self, not wanting to appear overwhelmed by his surroundings. After all, he and Dos were the underage kids in attendance.

  Ricardo made it known to all the women that it was his son’s birthday, and they were to give him extra special attention. Titties and asses were being flashed at Dos all night, and he loved it more and more each time it happened.

  “You see that?” he asked, tapping East annoyingly. “That’s the phattest one so far,” he pointed to the female twerking on all fours in front of them. He tossed a few of the singles in his hand on her like he had done it plenty of times before. Dos was in heaven. His father couldn’t take him to the strip club yet, so he brought the strip club to him.

  East admired the woman as well, tossing a few singles on her. She had the biggest ass he had ever seen in his life, and he felt himself beginning to swell.

  The curvy woman glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes drawn to the growing bulge in his pants. She rose to her feet, walked over, and rubbed up against him, leaving her scent and body shimmer on his shirt. She was pleasantly surprised by what she felt. “I see you gonna be a problem in a few years, cutie,” she whispered in his ear, then kissed his cheek.

  East played it cool outwardly, though she had fed his ego until it was full. He slipped a stack of singles into the thong bottoms of her bathing suit and smiled.

  “Hold up. Hold up. I’m the birthday boy. I need a kiss too,” Dos announced brashly with a bright smile on his handsome face. He pointed a finger at each side of his face. The woman’s smiled widened. She ran her manicured fingers through his curly top, then planted kisses on both cheeks.

  For some strange reason, East’s mind drifted to thoughts of his mother. He saw her getting all dressed up to go out. He left before her but wanted to make sure she was safe.

  “Where you going?” Dos asked, seeing his friend walking away.

  “To call my mother. I need to check on her,” East replied like he was the parent, and she was the child.

  “Momma’s boy,” Dos sucked his teeth and uttered under his breath, shaking his head as East disappeared into one of the rooms.

  Dos didn’t have that problem. His mother had moved to California, and she rarely came to visit him and vice versa. She wasn’t really the motherly type and preferred the freedom of having her child live with his father. It didn’t bother Dos at all. It was normal to him. Given a choice, he would rather live with Ricardo anyway. He mirrored everything about his father, from his walk to his talk. The name Dos truly fit.

  Outside, Ricardo and Tez sat poolside, enjoying the view of two naked women tongue kissing and sucking on each other’s breasts in the pool. They were discussing business when the conversation turned to the two boys they were molding for the future.

  “I think tonight’s the night,” Ricardo announced, blowing a ring of cigar smoke into the air. “Time for them li’l niggas to bust their cherry,” he said, looking across the pool into the house at them.

  Tez laughed and leaned back in his chair. “You think they ready?”

  “Hell muthafuckin’ yeah. We were around their age when Old Man Al got us our first piece of pussy,” Ricardo stated.

  “After we got our first taste, we was on a pussy chase that whole summer,” Tez recalled the fond memory with a smile.

  “Especially that nigga D,” Ricardo remembered, speaking of East’s father.

  They both went silent for a minute at the mention of his name. It was like they were thinking about the exact same thing. Tez bit the inside of his cheek and flared his nose.

  “By the way,” Ricardo switched the subject, “Old Man Al on his way out. He been fucking up like crazy,” he revealed.

  “How you know?” Tez inquired.

  “I got ears. I hear shit,” Ricardo stated. “I’m gonna try to link with the plug myself. I know I can make that happen.” He eyed Tez, looking for a reaction but got none.

  Silence once again washed over them. It remained that way for a little while until Ricardo broke it. “Fuck all that, though, I’m getting Dos some pussy tonight,” he boasted. “Two bitch. It’s his birthday.” He put up two fingers in Tez’s face. “What you think, should we let li’l Eastwood get his dick wet too?”

  “Yeah. I got him,” Tez’s raspy laugh sounded like he needed to clear his throat.

  “Sic one of these bitches on that cool-ass li’l nigga. If he anything like his daddy was, he gonna know exactly what to do,” Ricardo declared. “I’m picking those two kissing in the pool for Dos,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “I might have to give them a test run first, though.” Ricardo turned to one of the guys sitting close by. “Go in the house and get my son and li’l Eastwood for me.”

  The man got up from his seat and moments later, he emerged from the house with the boys in tow. By the time they returned, Ricardo had the two girls from the pool waiting next to him. They knew what they were there to do. Ricardo said nothing, only giving them a nod. They walked over to Dos, each grabbing one of his hands and leading him away. Dos looked back over his shoulder and smiled with his eyes at East, just as he disappeared into the house. East laughed. Ricardo beamed with pride knowing his son was about to cross over from being a boy into manhood.

  The whole time, Tez remained quiet. He was studying the scene and reading faces. Finally, he rose to his feet and slapped five with Ricardo. “I’m out, fam,” he declared.

  “You out?” Ricardo questioned with a confusion etched on his face.

  “Yeah. I’m gonna head to the crib. We’ll link up tomorrow,” Tez said. He rubbed East on the top of his head. “I’ll see you later, a’ight? Have fun.”

  East took the seat that Tez had vacated next to Ricardo. When Tez neared the back of the house, he paused to whisper something in the ear of a cocoa-brown female with a sexy, well-toned body. The way she wore her hair long on one side and cut short on the other brought out the splendor in her alluring features. Her eyes locked on East like a target as Tez spoke intimately in her ear. When they were finished, Tez continued on his way.

  The woman slowly sashayed her beautiful, young body around the pool and over to East, who watched her closely as she approached. “Are you East?” her sultry voice spilled from her lips into his ear.

&n
bsp; “Yes,” he answered, looking up at her in awe.

  “I’m Candice. Come with me, cutie. I want to show you something,” she said, waving him to her by curling her index finger. Ricardo laughed and patted him on the back. East rose to his feet. Candice held him by the hand, leading the way into the house and up the steps. As they climbed the stairs, she looked back at him and smiled softly. “Don’t be afraid. I got you.”

  After entering the bedroom, Candice closed the door silently behind them. Nervousness was flowing through East’s whole body. He scanned the room, from the floor to the ceiling. His attention was instantly drawn back to Candice when she began to remove her pink bathing suit. He watched it slide off her body and drop around her feet. East felt his heart leap in his chest and his dick pulse in his pants. His heart began to pound in his chest as he soaked in her flawless hourglass figure. Candice’s round ass swished back and forth as she walked to the bed. She climbed in the middle of it, leaning back against a pile of pillows.

  East felt his eyes widen and his eyebrows rise, along with his manhood. His erection grew as he watched her spread her legs and began to rub herself.

  “Take off your clothes, baby, and come get in the bed with me,” she said in a seductive voice that made his throbbing manhood pound harder.

  He slowly removed his shirt, feeling a little shy, knowing she was watching him. He wondered if his dick was big enough and hoped she wouldn’t laugh when he dropped his pants.

  Candice sat up on the bed, her eyes widened with surprise when she saw him remove his pants and boxers. She swiveled her way to the edge of the bed to get closer. East walked toward the bed, eager to join her. Candice looked forward to introducing her handsome young student to the joys of sex. She intended to educate him properly.