by Cairo
“Hello? You still there?”
“Oh, my bad. Yeah, I’m here. I got distracted. But it’s all good. I think I mighta found sumthin’ else to keep me occupied today.”
She laughs. “I’m sure you have. Well, enjoy.”
Wit’ my legs spread apart, I keep my eyes on Naomi. Flex my chest muscles, while holdin’ my dick. She doesn’t blink, doesn’t shift her eyes. “Oh, I plan to. I’ll hit you up later.” I end the call. “See sumthin’ you want?” I ask Naomi.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Yeah, aiight. You know like I do, you wanna wet this dick.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re real cocky.”
“And as you see I gotta whole lot of it, so what’s good? You wanna feel it?” I keep strokin’ my dick. She can try ’n front all she wants. But I already know what it is. She wants this cock.
“Does my cousin know you’re here trying to make plans to see someone else?”
“Should she?” I ask, lettin’ go of my rock-hard pole. Her eyes bulge. I grin. “Does she know you’re standin’ here lookin’ at my dick?” She raises her eyebrow. “Just what I thought. But dig, if you gotta problem wit’ me steppin’ out on ya peeps, then I can always stay in and chill wit you, baby. Don’t think I didn’t catch how you were tryna check for me on the sly last night.”
“Ohhhh, pleeeeeease,” she says wit’ attitude. “Wasn’t anybody trying to check for you.”
“Yeah right, don’t front. You want me to get up in the hips, don’t you?”
She grins, lookin’ over at the crumpled sheets on the bed. “So you’re willing to fuck me right here in my cousin’s house?”
I stare at her thick nipples. Shrug. “Yup, right here in her bed.”
“How do you think she’d feel if she found out?”
“I won’t tell, if you won’t. Besides, we both know you want it.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“C’mon, ma, don’t waste my time playin’ games. Why else you standin’ in the doorway in that flimsy-ass robe wit’ nuthin’ on underneath, starin’ at this hard-ass dick aimin’ at you? You like what you see, don’t you?”
She gives me a blank stare, tries to act unimpressed. “I’ve seen better.”
I grin, walkin’ toward her. “Yeah, right; stop frontin’. Better or not, you want what you see. It’s all in ya eyes, baby.” I step up into her space. She doesn’t budge. I pull her into me. Wait for her to tell me to let her go. She doesn’t. “You want this dick, don’t you?”
Silence.
I lean in. Kiss her on the lips while pinchin’ her nipples. She lets out a moan. “What if Vita comes back?”
“You weren’t worried ’bout Vita a few minutes ago when you were gettin’ ya peep on and had ya eyes locked on this cock, so don’t worry ’bout her now.”
“She really likes you.”
“That’s nice,” I say, slippin’ my hand between her legs. She’s already wet. The bitch probably lay in bed playin’ in her box before prancin’ her ass up in here.
“Why are you fuckin’ her?”
Let me find out this freak’s hatin’. I untie her robe, push it back and watch it fall off her shoulders. “For the same reason I’ma ’bout to fuck you. I love pussy.” As I’m up on her, she kinda reminds me of this ho, Tammy, I fucked a few years ago. Same body type— thick cornbread hips, Duncan Hines booty, and juicy, ripe melon titties; same golden skin tone, but hopefully she doesn’t have the same breath. ’Cause, man, listen…that bitch’s breath smelled like she gulped down a bucket of hot shit. I remember her askin’ me while I was fuckin’ her from the back why I wouldn’t kiss her. I told her, “’Cause yo’ stankin’ ass is a walkin’ slosh bucket. And a nigga like me ain’t kissin’ no bitch who smells like she’s been suckin’ on week-old chitlin’s.” She tried to act like she was offended—like I gave a fuck, talkin’ ’bout get off of her. So I pulled my dick outta her, then told her to take her funky ass on home and gargle wit’ some bleach.
Fuckin’ this bird’s gonna be easier than I thought. I reach between this ho’s legs. Play wit’ her clit. Stir up her juices, slidin’ my finger into her slit. She moans again. I lift her up into my arms and carry her over to Vita’s bed. Yeah, I’ma fuck her on the same sticky sheets I fucked Vita on. That’s what the fuck she gets for trustin’ another ho, blood or not, in her house when there’s a man around. You never leave a single, horny bitch alone with’ a muhfucka wit’ a dick, ’cause nine times outta ten she’s gonna fuck him. Obviously, Vita’s dumb ass didn’t get the memo.
“So you gonna let me get up in this fuck-box, or not?”
She grabs my dick, squeezes and strokes it. “Damn.”
“You like how that shit feels, don’t you?” She nods her head. I tell her to get up on the bed. She does. She lies back, spreads open her legs. Waits for me to roll a condom on, then bends at the knees.
“Don’t hurt me too bad with that big-ass dick.”
This scandalous bitch, I think, slappin’ my dick up against her clit and hole, is outta control. I beat her twat up ’til it turns red, then push the head in. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ma take it nice ’n slow, then beat it up just right.” She gasps. Her eyes roll up in the back of her head. And then I stretch her insides ’til a muhfucka’s balls are deep in her. I rock her box ’til she begs and pleads for a muhfucka to nut; ’til she screams out my name and cries out in agony mixed wit’ pleasure. I flip her over on her stomach, slide my dick back in her, then ride her ass ’til she passes out. When I’m finally done guttin’ that back out, her messy ass lies here for almost ten minutes, tryna get her mind right before gettin’ up and limpin’ her bare ass back to the guest room, closin’ the door behind her. I stretch out in the middle of the bed, thinkin’, Bitches ain’t shit! Then fall off to sleep on sticky, wet sheets.
“Hey, sleephead,” Vita says, shakin’ me.
I open my eyes, wipe the slob from my mouth, stretchin’. “Oh, damn. What time is it?”
“It’s almost one o’clock. I can’t believe you’re still in bed. You must have been exhausted.”
“Yeah, ya little ass wore me out last night,” I lie, watchin’ her go over to her closet. It looks like she’s limpin’, too. I smile. “Yo, baby, you aiight?”
She giggles, removin’ her clothes. “Mmmph, yeah, I’m okay. I’m sore, but I’m not complaining. Last night you put it on me like no other. I can’t even lie. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. But I’m paying for it now. Mmmph. I can still feel you throbbing inside of me.”
I stare at her fatty bunched up in her green panties, then down at her stumpy legs. I still can’t believe I’m actually fuckin’ this broad. That I had her legs pinned back plowin’ this steel up in her. I should feel guilty as hell pushin’ this dick up in her the way I did last night, but I don’t. If it was hurtin’ her, she took it like a true warrior. I gotta admit, I kinda admire the ho for that. “You know daddy tryna get you used to handlin’ this dick.”
She laughs. “And you’re doing a good job at it.” She slips into a pair of sweat pants, then pulls a white tee shirt over her head. “I see Naomi’s still knocked out, too.”
Her slutty ass just oughta be. I get outta bed, head toward the bathroom. “Oh, word? I didn’t know she was here.”
“Well, she didn’t get back up in here until almost four o’clock this morning. I tell you, that girl loves to have a good time. She’d party all night, seven days a week, if she could.”
“Oh, word? She likes to get it in like that?”
“Unh-uh,” she says, laughin’. “That girl loves a good time.”
No, what that bitch loves is good dick. “I bet she does,” I say.
“Did you eat anything?”
“Nah.” I tell her the last thing I ate was her.
She giggles. “Well, what else would you like to eat? We can go out if you want, or I can pick up something at the store and cook.” I tell her I’d rather go out. “Okay, cool. We can go
down to Atlantic Station and eat at Boneheads. It’s a nice spot and they serve a lot of grilled fish and chicken dishes.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say as I’m brushin’ my teeth. I turn on the shower. “Let me jump in the shower real quick, then we can bounce.”
“Okay. I’m gonna see if Naomi wants to come, too. Do you mind?”
I smirk. “Nah, baby, it’s all good. She seems like real cool peeps.”
“Yeah, she is. Out of all my cousins, she’s my favorite. She’ll do anything for me.”
Yeah, even freak a nigga you fuckin’ in ya bed. Tramp ass! “Sounds like you got a lotta love for her.”
She smiles wide. “I do. She’s my heart.”
Now what the fuck is a muhfucka ’posed to say after hearin’ that shit? Not a damn thing! Who am I to bust her lil’ bubble? No one, so I’ma let her keep on thinkin’ that that ho in the other room is e’erything she thinks she is. I should get this silly bitch to suck her heart’s pussy juice from ’round my balls.
“Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one: Haaaaaaappy New Year!” Vita shouts, raisin’ her champagne glass up in the air. She plants a juicy kiss on my lips. I part my lips and let her slip her tongue into my mouth. I squeeze her fat ass, then slip my hand up under her and start playin’ ’round the outer edges of her puffy pussy while twirlin’ my tongue ’round hers.
Damn, I can’t believe another year has come and gone. Oh-nine is here. And, I’m ringin’ it in wit’ a muthafuckin’ “little person.” Who woulda thought? But like they say: Out wit’ the old, and in wit’ the new. That means, good-bye, old pussy—well, good riddance to most of it. And hello, new!
I can’t wait to blow this joint. “Happy New Year to you, too, baby,” I say, fnally unlockin’ my lips from hers.
She smiles at me, reachin’ for her flute of champagne. I watch her as she takes another sip. The bitch done drank almost the whole bottle. But she’s kept her nose away from the white lines. Well, as far as a muhfucka knows. “The past year has been full of blessings,” she says, wipin’ the left corner of her mouth wit’ her thumb. “And meeting you has been one of them. I can’t begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed spending time with you and getting to know you. It has meant a lot to me…”
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!
“Now, before you say anything, I know you don’t have the same kind of feelings for me that I have for you, and I don’t expect you to. But I do hope that the New Year allows you to open your mind and your heart to the idea of new possibilities.”
Yeah, the possibility of you becomin’ a certified pain in the ass, I think, strokin’ the side of her face. “Listen, you gonna haveta ease up, baby. I keep tellin’ you I’m not lookin’ for anything heavy. I don’t wanna see you gettin’ hurt.”
“I know. You’ve been up front with me about that from day one.” She pauses, stares at me. “You wouldn’t intentionally try to hurt me, would you?” She almost looks as pitiful as she sounds askin’ this.
“Nah, baby, I wouldn’t intentionally try ’n drag you.” Not unless you deserve to be. “As long as you don’t get on no extra shit tryna smother a nigga, we cool.” She gets up from the sofa and waddles over to the coat closet, then comes back wit’ sumthin’ in her hand.
“Here, this is for you,” she says, handin’ me a small square Gucci box.
“What’s this?” I ask, takin’ it.
She sits next to me. “Open it.”
I open the box. Inside is a sterling silver Gucci key ring wit’ a set of keys, and a small white card wit’ four numbers written on it. They look like house keys, and the code to her alarm. I grin. “Yo, are these to the crib?” She nods. “Why?”
“Because I want you to be able to come and go anytime you want.”
I wanna shake my head and tell this fuckin’ broad she’s nuts for giving a muhfucka she barely knows the keys to her spot. That she’s askin’ to get dragged. “Uh, listen. Givin’ me a key is not gonna make me ya man, you dig? Is that what you tryna do, put claims on me?”
“No, no, not at all. I don’t wanna have claims on you. I only want a part of you. I know you have other women in your life. And I’m okay with that. I only ask that you make time for me, too. And that you never disrespect my place by bringing another woman into my home while I’m at work. Can you do that?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t ever disrespect ya spot and bring another chick here.” But I’ll fuck one who’s already here.
“You promise?”
The way she tilts her head and looks at me, it almost makes her look pitiful. And…sound desperate. I sigh. Decide to nip this shit in the bud before it gets outta hand. I place the keys back in the box. “Listen,” I say, handin’ the box back to her, “I can’t take these.”
She looks at me surprised, confused. And on some real shit, I’m shocked my damn self that I’m givin’ her her house keys back. That I’m not gonna drag her. That I’m actually feelin’ sorry for her retarded ass. “Why?” she asks, sittin’ next to me.
Bitch, ’cause you a muthafuckin’ lost cause! “’Cause you don’t know me, and I don’t think havin’ a key is a good idea; not now, anyway.”
She pushes the box back at me. “I know enough. And I know what I feel in my heart. And giving you a set of keys to my home is what feels right for me. Whether you use them or not is entirely up to you. So take them…please.”
I take the box back, place it on the table. “C’mere,” I say, leanin’ into her. I peck her on the lips. “You’re really sweet, baby, I…” The front door swings open, and Naomi stumbles in. The bitch is clearly lit the fuck up.
“Oh, shit! Ya’ll almost scared the shit out of me. Happy New Year to both of you.”
“Yeah, same to you,” I say.
“Happy New Year to you, too,” Vita says, gettin’ up outta her seat. She walks over and gives her peeps a hug. Naomi leans down and hugs Vita, lookin’ over at me. I wink at her. She flicks her tongue at me. “Girl, it’s only one o’clock. What are you doing back so early?”
She keeps her eyes locked on me. “I got bored.” Vita looks out the window, asks her how she got back to her spot. “I had one of my sorors drop me off. I’ll get my car in the mornin’.” The minute Vita turns her back, she mouths, “I want you.” Then walks toward the stairs. “Ya’ll two lovebirds enjoy the rest of the night. I’m goin’ to bed.”
“Good night,” Vita says, sittin’ back next to me.
“Yeah, you have a good night,” I say, eyein’ her. “Sleep well.”
“Oh, I intend to. Trust me.”
Yeah, I bet you do. Before she gets her hot ass up the stairs good, I already decide that I’m gonna dick Vita down, then slip into her room and rock her box, again. I lean in, kiss Vita on the lips, then look her in the eyes. I pull in my bottom lip. “C’mon, baby, let’s go upstairs. I’m ready to get up in them hips and twist up them walls.”
“Ooooh, daddy,” she coos, “let’s.” She gets up off the sofa, turnin’ off the TV. As soon as she walks up on me, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs. She giggles, squeezin’ my biceps. “I love havin’ a big, strong, strappin’ man here. You’re spoilin’ me.”
“I do what I can,” I say, layin’ her on the bed. I watch her as she takes off her clothes, then tell her to lie back and spread open her legs. I dive between her thighs and start lickin’ ’n kissin’ her wet spot. She moans. I lick her clit, then suck on it.
“Ooooh …oh, yes…I love it when you do me like this.”
I lift my head, grinnin’. “You like that?”
“Oh, yes…your tongue feels so good on my pussy.”
“I’ma fuck you to sleep, baby…”
She moans, again.
And then I’ma be fuckin’ the shit outta ya slutty-ass cousin.
38
Just as the BET Honors Awards show comes on, my cell rings. I start to ignore the shit, but I wanna get my dick wet. And I already know it’s a ho in need of some
dick before I even reach over to grab it offa the end table. I glance at the number. It’s a private caller. “Yeah?”
Silence, then breathin’.
“Yo ,who the fuck is on the other end?” No one says shit. I end the call. My cell rings, again. This time it’s Cherry.
“I got your plane ticket,” she tells me. “You’re leaving out on Wednesday night, and coming back the following Monday.”
“Cool. I can’t wait,” I tell her. And I say that shit truthfully. It’s cold as fuck here! And, although I was just out there, a muhfucka could use some sunshine, and some more of that Cherry pie. Yo, on some real shit, a nigga’s really feelin’ her. She’s so unbothered by shit; doesn’t sweat the small stuff. And she’s always eager to please me. Hol’ up now, that still doesn’t mean she’s someone I’d wanna wife. But I gotta admit, Cherry holds a nigga down in and outta the bedroom. And she’s definitely who I’m considerin’ to bump up to the number one cock-ridin’ slot. The ho who gets this dick on demand—first, no questions asked.
“Me either. Are you all ready for your All-Star trip?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I say, takin’ a deep pull from my blunt. I exhale. She asks when I’m leavin’. “Next Thursday.”
“How many boxes of condoms are you bringing with you?”
“Two,” I tell her.
She laughs. “I should have known.”
“You know how I do, baby. Gotta keep my man wrapped.”
“I know that’s right,” she says, gigglin’. “Speaking of which, do you use them all the time?”
“No doubt. I don’t play that naked dick shit. You should know that by now. Wrap it up, and tap it up; that’s how I do mine, baby.”
“That’s good to know. But wouldn’t it be nice to be able to go raw in someone?”