by Nako
Nia smoothed out her dress and relaxed. Gayle was like your favorite aunt. It didn’t even feel like an interview.
“…Wait, she came to something you had, right? I couldn’t make it,” Gayle remembered.
“Yes, she did. I had a shark tank themed girl’s night and she was one of the judges. We had so much fun that night,” Nia recalled.
“I read an article in Elle and the headline was ‘How Nia Hudson is inspiring women all over the world to bring their tribe together monthly’ how does that make you feel? Was it always as lavish as they are since social media is such a big thing?”
Nia crossed one leg over the other, “I love events and I love planning. It’s my therapy. You know, I work a lot. All day every day but for what…like ten years now, the first Friday of the month is reserved for me and my girls. We all look forward to it. We don’t miss them at all. Kids know, husbands know…everyone knows that its Girls Night In,” she dropped air-quotes around the latter.
“As far as the decorations and food, you know these are some bourgeois chicks, so I have to come correct. Even if I do tacos, it’s tacos galore, if we’re doing hot dogs and burgers bar, I’m making it really nice.”
“We’re all hard-working women so I believe that once a month, we should be able to let our hair down and relax. We talk, we laugh, we pray, we fellowship and we…drink. A lot.”
Gayle chuckled, “I follow Mahogany on Instagram as well and it’s like clockwork now, she gets on her live as she pulls up to your house and then she shows us the food and decorations and maybe one question for the night then she cuts it off. How do you keep it intimate?”
Good question, Nia thought to herself.
“Everyone there is family. Friends turned family. We’re each other’s prayer partners, godparents to the kids, travel buddies…it’s a solid bond.”
“You and Demi are first cousins, right?”
“Our husbands were first cousins.”
“How is she doing?”
Nia smiled warmly, “She’s doing great. She’s here with me today.”
“Who is your Gayle?”
Damn, Gayle…why you had to ask me this.
“It’ll be my best friend and Demi. Demi is family I don’t see her as a friend.”
She answered the best she could.
“How often do y’all let newbies in the group?”
Nia thought about it before answering, “Hmm…that’ll probably happen through marriage or some serious dating. We don’t invite our employees. So, yeah like if you’re dating one of our spouse’s friends or something, you MAY get an invite.”
“That’s how Mahogany got an invite?”
Nia nodded her head, “Yes, she and P were together.”
“Well, let’s move on to your children. Your daughter is following in your footsteps and your son is at Howard, how do you feel?”
“Sis, this looks and smells so good,” Jordyn told her.
They were in and out, real friends went through shit. At the end of the day, the love and support was mutual and most importantly, beneficial. She knew that.
“Thank you, dive in ladies.”
Nia grabbed everyone’s glasses.
“Oh, wait we didn’t end cocktail hour,” she whined a tad.
“Girl, we got a million more rounds to go,” Mahogany stated, letting her know that the night was just beginning.
Giselle asked Teka, “You’re not eating?”
She got up and followed her towards the table where the food was on display.
Lobster mac and cheese, vegetable lasagna, collard green egg rolls, shrimp and scallops wrapped in bacon and some without was on the menu for tonight, plus a caprese salad and brownie cheesecake.
“How is Mo doing?” Carmen queried.
Neezy rushed to the hospital when he’d gotten the news from Porter.
“He’s okay, thank you.”
Teka really didn’t want to talk about him.
She wasn’t happy to be home, knowing that his “sudden change of heart” when it came to his diet was only temporary.
Her faith was weak.
Giselle smiled at Carmen, “Looking good boo,” she was in deep prayer for her and was relieved to see that she had found her way back to the light.
Once everyone made their plates and congregated at the dining room table.
Mahogany asked, “Can I say the prayer?”
She very rarely said the grace.
Everyone looked at her and was like, “Yessss sister!”
She was growing in her walk with God.
The one-on-ones with her First Lady was helping her confidence when it came to being more vocal about her relationship with Christ.
She told First Lady once that it felt as if everyone prayed better than her.
First Lady checked her the fast way and told her that God heard every prayer. There wasn’t one that got to Him quicker than the other.
“Hey, don’t put no pressure on me,” she warned them as she stood up. The mini-dress that she wore was cute. She’d come a long way from how she used to dress. Carmen was certain that the fashion gawds were happy.
The ladies dropped their heads and joined hands.
Mahogany cleared her throat. She was extremely nervous.
“Father God, I come to you with a humble heart. I thank you for everything that you’re doing in this season for every person in this room. We thank you for your love, grace and most importantly, your mercy.”
Nia exclaimed, “Whew, yes God.” She’d felt that one.
Shivers ran down Carmen’s spine.
“God, you have been good to us despite all we’ve been through, and we tell you thank you on tonight. For your many blessings. Our cup continues to run over. Keep our marriages, our relationships and our children. We pray that your angels stay encamped around us forever more. Lastly, God I thank you for blessing me with this amazing group of women…”
She felt herself getting emotional.
“God, I pray that for every gift that sits at this table, you bless it God. Thank you, Christ, for this connection. This union. This tribe. Keep us solid, God. In Jesus Name I pray, amen.”
When she sat down and opened her eyes, there wasn’t one woman who wasn’t dabbing at the corners of their eyeliner.
“Girl…I needed that,” Teka told her. Her heart was heavy, and she was doing her best to hold onto her sanity and composure. No matter what was going on in her world, she always had the girl’s night ins to look forward to.
Mahogany did too.
Nia raised a bottle of water, “To friendship.”
The night was a pleasant one.
Carmen hugged everyone goodbye.
“Oh yeah, you definitely got a man.”
She was always the last to leave but tonight, she was headed out the door soon as the clock struck twelve and even had him a to-go plate.
That was shol’ how it be.
Carmen bid the remaining attendees, farewell before heading to Neezy’s house.
He was stepping out the shower when she walked through the door.
Carmen entered the bedroom and her eyes lit up in lust at his naked body dripping water.
“Well, damn.”
He smirked, “Oh yeah, you must like what you see baby?” he looked her up and down. Shorty was standing like a stallion.
In a pair of biker shorts, thigh-highs and a Bob Marley t-shirt, she was giving him a vibe.
A vibe that he knew without a doubt, he would never find anywhere else.
She was his muse.
His therapy.
His wind-down.
His good thing.
His good night.
His good morning.
His Sunday afternoon and the hump to get him through the week.
“I love what I see,” she informed him.
He picked up a dry towel and asked, “Do I need this?”
Carmen shook her head. Slowly removing her clothes.
Performing a st
rip tease for her man.
Real “Magic-City” style, with the extra weight-gain she had the body for the profession.
He ogled her like a kid who’d discovered his Pops naughty magazines for the first time.
Her dark chocolate pebbled nipples, stomach covered in war wounds from doing the Lord’s work, thighs that protruded out and she had legs for days. In a few minutes if not seconds, he planned on having them wrapped around his neck as he ate her pussy.
Carmen stood before him, hot and ready.
“Slow…” he motioned for her to pace herself as she made her way to him.
Every step she took, he hardened more.
The sway of her hips was a song.
A melody that only he could hear.
When they stood before each other, he stared down into her eyes, taking in her face.
“You’re all mine,” he concluded, possessively.
Carmen thought they were going to do the regular tonight. You know… a lil’ kissing, head-giving and receiving and then hit it from the back. Roll over and she ride him a lil’ bit until he fell asleep. Wake up. Bathe and repeat.
But no, Mr. Walker had other plans for his lil’ lady tonight.
He kept staring at her until his eyes began to flutter.
She had to ask him, “Are you praying?”
Their sexual tension was at an all-time high.
He licked his lips and then bit onto his bottom one, a move that he knew drove her crazy.
“Nehemiah…answer me.”
Instead of verbally responding to her, he swooped her in his arms in such a rapid way that she didn’t have time to panic or react.
Sliding her down his shaft.
She was moistened.
Prepared.
Ready.
She was open, warm and wet.
Her pussy coated his penis in white cream.
It was an immediate release.
She rode him in the air for a while.
She couldn’t cum anymore and she screamed it out, “I’m through, I’m through.”
When he helped her to her feet, he smacked her on the butt and showed her what she’d done.
“Look at all that fuckin’ nut!”
He knew he was the sole reason for her bussin’ like a fire hydrant
“Oh my, I did that?”
He bobbed his head, cockily, “Nah. I did.”
Carmen was so amazed with the creamy essence.
“Wow, it’s so much. Do I always do that?” she questioned.
He kissed her head, “Bend over.”
Nehemiah wasn’t done with her fine ass just yet.
He wanted more.
Everything she could give him. He was going to take it.
He was the pussy monster.
In her pussy, he felt like he was home.
She was a safe place.
She was his refuge.
She was his shelter.
The way she gripped his penis and sucked him in, caused all ten of his toes to curl and his ass cheeks to tighten.
He huffed, “Oohhhh, this my pussy?” he had to know.
Loved to hear her confess that this was his shit.
He dug into her deep. His claws leaving imprints on the side of her hips.
Carmen threw her ass back in a circle.
She felt another explosion on the verge of happening.
“Baby, I’m about to cum again.”
He ordered, “CUM AGAIN THEN!”
She could do whatever the fuck she wanted to.
The more nut, the merrier.
Her cumming made him cum.
Her screaming made a hood nigga like him wanna sing a song right along with her ass.
Carmen turned around just to get a glance at her handsome baby.
Her gift.
Her prayer answered.
For everything she went through, it was building blocks to a love like this.
Sex like this.
Happiness like this.
Support like this.
If she never met another man, he was the one.
He was IT.
He was the final chapter.
The beginning and the end.
Genesis and Revelations.
Their lovemaking was cinematic.
The way her back arched.
Her spine curled.
Her moans reached the top floor of his building.
She was tired.
Body drained.
Pussy juice on E.
He was still going.
His energy was higher than hers.
He didn’t get tired.
Carmen tried to hold on as long as she could.
When her legs grew weak, she dropped to her knees and sucked him profusely.
Lapped him with passion.
Sucked him like his dick was made just for her.
Her eyes never left his and that’s what made her pussy begin to pop all over again.
She felt herself becoming hornier.
“Hmmm,” she grated as she pulled his dick from her mouth.
Lips glistening with spit, pre-cum and her leftover essence.
Remnants of their extended session all over her face.
He didn’t care.
In fact, it turned him on to see his shorty being so fuckin’ nasty.
Nehemiah knew he was the only one to bring this out of her.
Carmen wasn’t doing this shit before him and there wasn’t a nigga that could come after him.
He left his mark.
Pressed his stamp.
They fucked with each other the long way.
“One mo’ round,” he swore.
He had to tap that shit one more time before he let her sleep.
She nodded her head, agreeing, wholeheartedly.
She gave him herself. It was in such a special way. A presentation that she’d never offered before.
On the other side of town, Nia, Demi and Jordyn were the last remaining Mohicans.
She sipped on her favorite sparkling red wine from Gen.
“Damn, I forgot to tell Giselle that my accountant approved the deal for my wine…”
It was so easy for her mind to slip back into work mode.
Jordyn checked her Instagram for the millionth time before putting her phone down.
“I’m addicted and it’s ridiculous.”
Demi shook her head, “Do you remember when people didn’t care about stuff like that? The good ole’ days.”
She was constantly preaching to her girls to keep somethings to themselves. It was peace in privacy, she didn’t care what anyone said.
Not everything had to make it to gram. It was a challenge to take a hiatus from the happenings of social media, but, oh it was such a relief to do so.
“Didn’t Carmen look happy? I’m soooo proud of my girl,” Nia reminisced.
“I wonder who the man is,” Jordyn was curious.
“Girl, it can be Tarzan, I wouldn’t care. She is glowing, blushing…all of that. I’m here for it!” Nia praised her girlfriend.
“Me too.”
Demi knew how it felt to slowly but surely get back to yourself. Life was a journey. Happiness was a process.
“Hopefully, she stays focused. New love and dick is cool and all but it’s so easy to get distracted or should I say DICKSTRACTED,” Jordyn spoke as if she was the Mother Hen.
Nia didn’t agree, “She got more than enough money so who cares?”
When Carmen and Casey’s father died, word around the town was that his estate was split between the two of them and it was in the hundreds of millions. They would never be able to spend all that money…not in one lifetime.
“If I had to choose again I promise you I would’ve chose my marriage a long, long, long, long time ago.”
She now saw things so much clearer.
Of course, that came with experience.
A few years ago, the hard-working, girl boss version of herself wouldn’t have dare said no shit like
that but the new her. The older, more mature and refined version of her believed that love was the winner.
Money was cool and all, and of course this was easier to say when you were already driving around in a Bentley.
But, she rather have more memories with her man and her children.
Demi was shocked to hear her confession, “Really?”
Her best friend, Jordyn was extremely taken back, “Is it the wine or are you telling the truth?” she had to ask her.
“I’m serious.”
She was for real. Nia wasn’t saying that her man didn’t support her endeavors because he did. However, she struggled with prioritizing her business, family and career for many years, but she found her way…Lord knows, she finally found her way. Things were going good…or, at least she thought.
Sixteen
I wrote it down and I followed through – Nipsey Hussle
The last seventy-two hours were such a whirlwind for everyone. Neezy patted her thigh, reached over and whispered in her ear, “This was the best thing you ever suggested.”
Her eyes were closed, tightly.
She was having a Cranes in The Sky moment and the only thing that could serve as the cure for her current woes and dilemma was a trip to the islands.
They sort of officially-unofficially made their debut to the ones closest to them, Nia, despite everything she was dealing with as well, chimed in and stomped her feet, “I knew it, well not really but I sort of had an idea…”
She pointed to her heart and then smiled.
“Love looks good on you sister girl,” she pulled her in for a warm hug and rocked her side to side.
Neezy stood behind her, wondering if this is how it would’ve been if his brother was still alive.
Would he have brought Carmen around and gotten Money’s approval?
She was a good woman. She made him better. He knew that she was the one.
Porter and the gang dapped him up, playfully threatening him to do the right thing when it came to Ms. Kincaid.
He told P, “That comes without a doubt, she’s well taken care of,” he spoke, seriously.
Carmen blushed, as she thought about all the ways that statement could’ve been taken.
Indeed, she was.
They boarded the private plane a few minutes after that took place and now, here they were snuggled up in pairs headed to Fiji.
“When we land, we’re leaving everything behind us and enjoying this trip,” Mahogany made an announcement.