by Tynessa
Pulling up to her house, I parked across the driveway and hopped out. Before I could even knock, the door swung open.
“Where the fuck yo’ phone at?” I marched right in and went straight to her bedroom and grabbed her phone that was laying on the bed. Going to her messages, I didn’t see nothing out the ordinary, so I went to her photo album.
“Nigga, don’t be coming in here going through my shit.” Stacy tried to grab her phone but I pushed her little ass back.
“Girl, you better get the fuck back,” I warned her. The mug displayed on my face let her know I was not to be fucked with right now. That’s why she sat her ass right on down on the bed. She crossed her legs and looked at me with a blank stare.
“Where the fuck is that picture at?” I asked as I continued going through her pictures for a second time.
“I told you, I don’t know what the fuck you talking about, Jay. I don’t have a picture of you in my damn phone.”
This shit was pissing me off. I knew it was Stacy’s ass that got the picture of me because she’s the only bitch house I ever took a nap at.
“Man, you must’ve deleted the shit.” I threw the phone against the damn wall. She jumped up and watched as it shattered.
“Nigga, are you crazy!? Why would you do that? I told you I don’t have a picture of yo’ ugly black ass in my damn phone. I might talk shit about your bitch but I would never actually do shit to fuck up your home. Damn! What, you think I’m that damn desperate and bitter that I would sneak a picture of you asleep in my bed? What kind of bitch you think I am? I ain’t that fucked up over you being with that bitch that I would go to the extreme of fucking up your ‘happy’ damn home. Fucking you I will do, but being a messy ass woman, just ain’t me,” said an angry Stacy.
I stared into her eyes and I don’t know why, but a small part of me believed her. But it was hard for me to fully believe she didn’t have anything to do with it being that she was always complaining about Asia calling when we were together. I took a seat on the bed and rested my head in the palm of my hands.
“Fuck!” I mumbled. I knew it was the end of me and Asia. Yeah, we had problems in our relationship like the next couple, but no one had ever showed her a fucking picture of me or had proof that I was fucking with them. I was always cautious with shit like that. I didn’t know how I got fucked up to the point that I would allow myself to fall asleep at another bitch house. I ain’t gon’ even lie, though; even with all the shit Stacy talked a part of me trusted her to not fuck up what me and Asia had going on. Maybe I was wrong.
“Man, bae, don’t even stress over that shit. You know the dumb ass girl ain’t go leave yo’ ass. How many times you said she left you only to turn back around and go right back to you!? So, I don’t even know why you sitting here looking like a lost puppy—.”
“Man, shut the fuck up, Stacy. Damn! I tell you what, if I find out you took a picture of me, I promise you I’m beating that ass,” I stated seriously.
“Whatever. You already been through my phone and didn’t find shit. So…”
“So, you knew I was coming and you probably deleted it.” I stared at her through narrowed eyes. I just didn’t know what to believe. Somebody got a picture of me and showed it to my girl and the shit was fucking with me. I fell back on the bed and closed my eyes. Hearing the bedroom door lock, it wasn’t long before I felt her soft hands rubbing up my legs. I wanted to stop her but my other head wouldn’t allow me to.
“I didn’t delete anything because I never had the picture. Maybe it was one of the other bitches you been fucking,” she said as she unfastened my belt buckle. I didn’t even bother telling her that I never slept at another bitch’s house. Feeling the warmth of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue sent chills down my spine. I swear, this bitch gave the best head. Yeah, Asia’s head was good too but I hadn’t met a bitch that could top Stacy.
“Damn, girl!” I said as I placed my hands on the back of her head. Her flicking her pierced tongue over the head of my dick right before she deep throated the whole thing drove me insane. Now, I ain’t no li’l dick ass nigga, so how she swallowed my shit whole, I would never know. “That’s that shit that drives a nigga crazy,” I let her know. This the shit that kept me coming back after stating I would never fuck with her again, and I think her ass knew that.
“Mmmm, is that right?” She looked up at me and winked, all the while with my dick in her mouth. That shit was so fucking sexy that I began fucking the back of her throat. I heard her gagging but I didn’t give a fuck and it wasn’t long before I was releasing down her throat.
Falling back on the bed, I closed my eyes. After that bomb ass head, a nigga could have used a damn nap. Hearing a knock on the bedroom door, I tucked my dick back inside my boxers and pulled my jeans up. I sat up on the bed just as Stacy opened the door. It was her crazy ass roommate, Co-Co. That bitch was fine as fuck but flat out crazy. She was thick as hell too and I had a thing for thick chicks with fat asses.
“What’s up Coo-Coo?” I laughed. I didn’t like her ass but it didn’t stop me from fucking with her. I knew she hated the name Coo-Coo so I called her that to piss her off. Besides, that should’ve been her crazy ass name instead of Co-Co. She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips.
“Anyways…I thought you was done fucking with his dog-ass, Stacy?” Her hating ass said.
“You just mad ‘cause you ain’t getting none of this big mothafucka’.” I grabbed my dick as I winked at her dumb ass. She pressed her lips together and frowned at me with a look of disgust. Frontin’ ass ho!
“Whatever. I bought some pizza home for you. I left it in the microwave,” Co-Co informed, Stacy. I tuned them out as I took my phone out my pocket and began texting Asia. I had to fix this shit with her. I wasn’t even surprised when she didn’t reply to my message, nor did she answer my call.
“I don’t know why you fuck with her hating ass,” I said to Stacy once she closed her bedroom door. She climbed onto my lap as I laid back on the bed. She begin kissing on my neck, causing my dick to stand.
“Because she’s my best friend. So, did your girl text back? I saw you over here on your phone. What you doing, begging here ass to come back to you?” she asked as she rotated her hips against my aroused dick. I smacked her ass hard, knowing I left my handprint.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m tired of you speaking on the shit I go through with my girl. As a matter fact, keep her fucking name out your damn mouth.” I was tired of telling Stacy that shit. Sometimes I let her ass slide, but this shit was irking my fucking nerves, now. She always was putting her two cents where it shouldn’t have gone. Bitch get on my damn nerves.
She stopped nibbling on my neck and was now staring at me.
“Don’t be looking at me like that. Next time I hear you speak about Asia I’m beating the fuck outta you. I shouldn’t even be over here since you wanna be on some slick shit,” I said, referring to the picture.
“Let me up.” I patted her ass for her to get up. I had become pissed off all over again. Stacy, got up and was looking at me in disbelief. “I’ll fuck with you some other time,” I said grabbing my keys off the nightstand.
“Okay, okay. I won’t say shit else about her. Damn! Just don’t go.”
“Naw, I gotta go find my girl. I’ll hit you up.” With that I was out the door. I wasn’t even planning on staying there as long as I did. I needed to be fixing my fuck ups and here I was fucking up more. Damn, maybe I deserved all the shit Asia said to me.
Chapter 17
Best I Ever Had!
Quintez
For two whole months I’d been running up in Tang. Tang is the nickname I started calling her while everyone else called her Tan. With li’l mama, it wasn’t all about sex. I enjoyed her company. She was a cool ass chick that just so happened to have bomb ass pussy. A nigga didn’t get that shit too often. Either a chick would have A-1 pussy and be too clingy or be cool as fuck with terrible pussy. With Tang yo’ boy got the best of both wor
lds. She just so fucking sweet and innocent that you couldn’t help but to like her ass. Then on top of that, she was sexier than a mothafucka’.
Looking over at her as she lay beside me talking to her bitch ass boyfriend, I shook my head and got out the bed. Don’t get me wrong, I knew my position and knew what I was getting into before I even approached her on that level. It was just the shit rubbed me the wrong way when she talked to his ass in my face. I didn’t give a fuck if he was in the pen or not; I didn’t talk to hos in her face. I knew we were just friends but it was like the more I chilled with her the more attracted to her I became.
Hearing a snapping noise, I turned to face Tang. “Where you going?” she mouthed out to me. I just shook my head and went inside the bathroom to take a piss. When I came back out she was wrapping up her conversation.
“I’m about to go back to sleep. I love you too, baby and I’ll be there to see you Saturday morning,” she informed him. I chuckled and shook my head once again. I guess this the same shit Bree was doing to my ass when I was locked up.
“What you laughing at?” Turning around to face Tang, she was sitting Indian style in the middle of the bed, with the covers pulled up over her chest. I saw the hardness of her nipples poking out through the thin fabric of the sheet.
‘You! Lying like it ain’t nothing,’ is what I wanted to say. Instead, I shook my head and said nothing.
“Where you about to go?” she then asked.
“I have to make a run right quick. I’ll be right back. You can chill here until I get back.” I didn’t know why she felt she had to leave while I was out. It could be like seven in the morning or after midnight; if I left, she’d leave too. I was always letting her know that it was cool if she stayed here while I stepped out, but she wouldn’t.
“Nah, I’m gonna go on home,” Tang said as she begin getting out of bed.
“Nah, I’ll be back in a few. The little shit I gotta do ain’t gon’ take long at all,” I let her know.
“Quintez, it’s all good, sweetie. Just hit me later or whatever.” She smiled. I don’t know why I was so hell bent on her being here when I get back. Fuck, what’s wrong with me?
“Fuck that! Why you always trying to leave when I have to make a run?” I watched as she put on her bra then her thong panties. I adjusted my hard dick in jeans. Tang was sexy for no apparent reason.
“I’m not about to sit up here waiting for you while you run the street with your bitches. Fuck I look like?” When she said that, I frowned.
“That’s what you think I be doing?” I asked her. She was right. Though it wasn’t on no fucking level, I would take Grisela back and forth to work some days. It wasn’t until I came back to my house to find Tang not here that I would go back and fuck the shit out of Grisela or Bree. It wasn’t all the time, though. Maybe three or four times it had happened.
“That’s what I know, Quintez. But anyways, I’ll be at my crib.” She continued to get dressed.
“Nah, you don’t know! I go out and handle business and that’s it. Yo’ ass better be here when I get back,” I said while walking out the room. I heard her smack her lips.
“Yeah, mothafucka’, we’ll see,” she mumbled.
“What?” I turned around and asked. She just rolled her eyes as I walked closer to her. When I was in her face, I just stared at her before snatching the keys off the nightstand.
“Yeah, we will see!” I turned to walk out. I’d like to see her li’l ass leave without her car keys. This time I wasn’t going to pick Grisela up or no shit like that. I was only going to the barber, just to get away from her ‘cause—I’m not going to even lie—I was feeling some type of way about her talking to that nigga.
After getting my haircut, I went by to check on my mom. I’d been living up to my promise of going by to check on her every single day. It hurt to the core seeing her going through the shit she was going through. I walked into the house and she was sitting in her favorite chair watching TV while her nurse, Michelle, sat on the couch. I shook my head at the both of them as I made my way inside.
“Y’all and this damn soap opera,” I said, walking over to my mom. I hugged and kissed her on the cheek. “Hey, lady.”
“Hey, baby. You better leave us and our show alone,” my mom responded. She loved herself some General Hospital and it seemed Michelle did also. After speaking to Michelle, I took a seat and watched her ass as she walked out the room. It wasn’t that big, but hey, I’m an ass man. Whether it’s big or small, a nigga gon’ look.
“You just missed your brother,” said my mom with a sigh. “I wish he would get himself together and see that he has a good girl. He’s running after these fast tail girls that means him no good.”
I shook my head and chose not to respond. I mean, Jay was a grown ass man that made his own decisions. He had always been the ‘player’ type and I honestly didn’t think no bitch was gon’ change that. I might’ve cheated on, Bree a few times when we were together, but I wasn’t out there like my brother. This nigga fucked any bitch that spoke to him.
“Why are you in Tan’s car?” my mom asked me out the blue. She always had been nosey and peeped everything out. Yeah, since I wasn’t going to fuck off, I took her car. I was making sure her ass wasn’t leaving my house anytime soon.
“Oh, I took it to the shop for her,” I lied.
“Mmhmm…I might be old and have health issues, but remember, Mama knows everything.” She gave me the side eye. “I know something is going on with you and her, Quintez. I could tell when ya’ll coincidentally showed up at my house at the same time a few weeks ago.” I swear this lady was a mess. I knew what day she was talking about, too. One day li’l mama was at my house and announced she was about to come see my mom. I wanted to ride with her but she didn’t want to blow our cover. So, of course I hoped in my car and we arrived at the same time. Mama didn’t speak on it then but now she was bringing it up. This lady a trip!
“Man, I don’t know what you talking about, Ma.” I couldn’t hide the smile if I wanted to.
“Quintez, are you in love with my daughter?” my mom asked with a bright smile upon her face. I frowned because it felt weird when she referred to Tan as her daughter now that we were fucking.
“Ma, please stop calling that girl your daughter.”
“Why? Because y’all sleeping together? You know she has a boyfriend, Quintez? I love Tan, but I don’t want you to go getting yourself into any trouble behind her. Y’all playing a dangerous game.”
“We good, Ma. It ain’t even like that between us. We’re just cool, you know. Just friends. I do my thing and she can do hers if she wants.” Though I said that, I didn’t know if I would be okay with Tang giving that good pussy to the next nigga. While her dude was locked up, I wanted to be the only one getting that. Selfish on my part, right?
“Okay, baby. Just remember, he’s not going to be locked up forever, so make sure it’s just sex that’s going on with y’all. You know how devastated you were when you found out about Bree. You know, it’s kinda hard to believe you out here doing what someone did to you.” She was making so much damn sense right now.
I knew how I felt when I found out about that damn Bree, so I knew how that nigga would feel if he ever found out about us. Tang lied to him like Bree used to lie to me. Nigga was probably laying up in Bree’s face while she was on the phone lying and shit. I know I laid in Tang’s face while she lied to, her dude. I had to shake my head. Does this make me a side nigga even though he’s locked up?
“So, what are y’all going to do when he gets out?” my mom asked. I chuckled because I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“I doubt we’ll still be fu—I mean, messing around.” I tried not to curse around her. “I mean, dude does have three more years to do. To be honest, I probably will be married with kids by the time he gets out,” I laughed. My mom was sitting there looking at me as if she didn’t believe a word I’d just said. “Ma, I promise, I’m not going to have a hard time
letting Tang go. I mean, she’s a cool chick, don’t get me wrong, but I know she has a man and I respect that. I know not to get my feelings involved with her, plus we have an understanding. She knows we’re just cool,” I let her know.
“Okay, Quintez. I just hope y’all know how to let go when it’s time,” my mom said as she motioned like she was trying to get out the chair she sat in. I rushed over and helped her up. Walking her down the hall, we stopped in front of the bathroom where I called Michelle to come help her.
“A’ight, Ma, I’m about to go take Tang’s car back to her. If I don’t come back later, I’ll call you.” I kissed her on the cheek. Once we said our I love yous I was out the door.
The whole ride back to my house the conversation I had with my mom replayed in my head. Maybe Tang and I should have chilled with whatever we ere doing. Like I said, I know how I felt with that shit with Bree, so me doing that shit to the next nigga was dead ass wrong. I’d never been one to spare the next nigga’s feelings, but I was once in this situation and I admit that it was a fucked up feeling; especially finding out while you’re incarcerated. Nonetheless, Tang was the best I ever had, so it would be kinda hard to stop fucking with her, but it was something I had to do.
Chapter 18
A New Feeling!
Tangela
“This mothafucka’ has lost his got-damn mind.” I stood in the doorway as I looked at the empty driveway. Quintez didn’t know I had a set of spare keys in my purse when his dumb ass took the ones on the nightstand. Anyways, when he walked out the bedroom, I finished getting dressed and ready to go, only to find out that the bastard took my fucking car. Who the fuck does he think he is? Grabbing my phone, I called his ass and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t answer. He was lucky I wasn’t one of those grimy ass bitches that would call and have my shit reported stolen. I mean, after all, I didn’t give his dumb ass permission to take it. I knew one damn thing; he better not have neither one of his bitches in my shit.