Bitch shoulda kept her mouth shut, Tron thought. She been tellin’ her best friend about my dick and now she just got to have some and try it out for herself. When will bitches learn that they just need to be quiet.
Tron pulled the front door open. His eyes met with Reese’s eyes as she stepped into the apartment, clearly a little nervous about being there. She looked at the nice furniture that Tron had in his townhouse. It was laid out so well that Reese instantly felt comfortable by just being there.
“Hey,” Reese said, smiling.
Tron pushed the front door closed, behind Reese. “Wassup?” he said. “We gon’ be upstairs. My boy is down here in the living room and shit, you know?”
“Okay,” Reese said, heading up the steps. “I hope it ain’t too late for me to come through.”
“Naw,” Tron said as he followed Reese up the steps. “You came right on time, okay?”
Reese giggled. “Okay,” she said.
Tron guided Reese to his bedroom. Once the two of them were inside, he pushed the door closed.
“Relax,” Tron said. “Chill out and shit and sit down on the bed.” Tron motioned toward the bed.
Reese smiled and sat down, looking around at the nice furniture in Tron’s bedroom. “You have a really nice place,” she said.
“Thank you,” Tron said. “Wait up, before I get comfortable, do you smoke?”
Reese smirked, thinking about it. “Yeah,” she said. “Sure.”
“Aight,” Tron said. “Hold up.”
Tron rushed down the steps and grabbed the blunt that he and Tyrese had been smoking. They had only smoked about half of it, or so. Tyrese was just about to smoke the rest of it when Tron came right on up and snatched it. He snickered. “Yeah, nigga,” Tron said. “I’m takin’ this shit. I’m bout to beat this pussy up.”
Tyrese shook his head. “Nigga, you foul,” he said. “You foul.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Tron said and headed back upstairs.
Once Tron got back up to his bedroom, Reese was looking at him. The look on her face told him that she had probably been waiting on him to get back.
“Aight,” Tron said, pushing the door closed. “I’m back.”
“Oh, okay,” Reese said.
Tron sat next to her on the bed and they passed the blunt back and forth while they talked about this and that. Tron could tell that Reese was nervous. He was glad that she was smoking with him, so she could relax a little.
Eventually, Tron was leaning back on his elbows. Reese couldn’t help but look at him. She could tell that he had a nice body underneath the clothing. She had watched the way he walked not only when she went back to his office with him but also when he had walked her upstairs to his bedroom. Everything about Tron screamed swag. And she loved it. She had never messed around with a dude like this, and she felt so lucky to finally be having her turn.
Just as Reese was thinking, she felt Tron rub the back of her head. Her eyes rolled back, loving how strong and masculine his hands felt.
“So, wassup?” Tron said, with sleepy eyes. They had just finished the blunt and Tron was ready to get deep inside of that pussy. “What you come over here for?”
Reese smiled, glancing down at Tron’s crotch. “Nothin’,” she said, not knowing what else she could say.
“Oh, nothin’?” Tron said then smirked. “So, that dick you was suckin’ on earlier was just nothin’, huh? Okay. I see how you is.” He smiled.
Reese playfully bumped Tron. “Naw, that ain’t what I meant,” she said. “I mean, you know why I’m here, Tron. You know.”
Tron looked at Reese. He could already pick up on the fact that she was just an all around sweeter girl than Desirae was. He continued rubbing her head a little bit. “Well, he said. “Why don’t you take it out? Stop teasin’ a nigga, damn.”
Reese giggled as she finally got to the moment that she’d been waiting on. She leaned over and took Tron’s dick out of his pants. Tron smiled as he looked at Reese’s reaction. She looked at his dick, yet again, as if she had never seen anything so beautiful and dark. Within seconds, Tron’s head was leaning back as he was moaning from feeling her silky mouth. “Suck it,” he told her. “Suck that dick.”
Just then, Tron decided to take control. He needed to let some stress off – stress that had been caused by Desirae. He gripped the back of Reese’ head and pushed it down, as far as it would go, until she was gagging. He took complete control of her head, while she did little to nothing to resist. Reese slid off of the bed and was on her knees in front of Tron. She sucked his dick as if she had not had anything to eat all day.
“You think you can take this dick?” Tron asked. “You think you can take it without runnin’ from it? Damn, girl, you suck dick even better than your friend, well, old friend do. Shit, this shit feel good.”
Reese pulled her head off and wiped her forearm across her watery eyes. She smiled, liking that Tron had just told her she was better than Desirae. Desirae was so full of herself that Reese knew that if she heard something like that, she would probably throw another one of her fits. Reese nodded, stroking her hand up and down Tron’s wet shaft. “Yeah,” she said. “I can take it. I wanna take it.”
“You on the pill or shot or whatever?” Tron asked. “I can’t be havin’ no more fuckin’ fuck ups like your stupid ass friend. I told her that I can’t really be wearin’ condoms and shit. They too fuckin’ tight on this dick for me. Plus, the shit is always breakin’.”
“I bet,” Reese said. She stood up and pulled her pants down to the floor. She slid out of her shoes and pants then slid her shirt up over her head. All the while she got naked, she was feeling a kind of excitement that she had never felt before. Tron’s dick looked so good. “And yeah,” Reese said, finally answering Tron’s question about whether or not she was on birth control. “I’m on the shot. And stay up on it, just so you know.”
“Bet,” Tron said. Tron then leaned forward and kissed Reese’s slender, naked torso. Once she was fully undressed, he turned her around and looked at her ass. He slapped it, causing her to giggle a little. Once Tron got a good look at her body, he leaned back on the bed and motioned for Reese to sit on his dick. And Reese did just that.
As Reese lowered herself down, she could not help but to grip her stomach. It was so damn good, and she was feeling stretched like she had never felt before. After a few minutes, once she was accustomed to Tron’s size, the two of them were in the full swing of things. Once Reese got done riding him, Tron had flipped her over and was giving her the best long strokes of her life. He gripped her waist as she screamed and squealed, telling him how good he felt and about the orgasms that she was having. Tron literally put his back into fucking Reese, knowing that if Desirae knew, it would literally drive her crazy.
Tron leaned over and whispered in Reese’s ear, knowing that he had completely mind-fucked her at this point. “Damn, your pussy is good as fuck, girl,” he told her, complementing her. “Betta than Desirae’s. Fuck!”
Chapter 7
Last night had been another one of those nights where the loneliness that Desirae felt was enough to practically drive her crazy. While she cleaned up her apartment and got her entire packing process started, there was just no way around her thinking about Tron. What made matters worse was the fact that she, yet again, had sent him a text message about Friday. And, as usual, he did not respond to her. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more she liked the idea of Tron just so happening to meet her father. There were moments when she could only snicker to herself at the very thought of how George would react to meeting Tron, and vice versa.
Desirae packed some of the lighter, less important things into her car to take to her mother’s house. However, Desirae decided that since Tron wanted to play game – play ghost, really –, she would go ahead and take the long way to her mother’s house. She just so happened to take the way that would bring her right by Tron’s place. Just like she had done yesterday, she casually p
ulled into the parking lot and made her way across until she was outside of Tron’s townhouse. She slowed down and looked, seeing that his car was indeed parked out front.
“Well,” Desirae said to herself. “Good to see that the nigga is at least still alive and shit.”
Desirae decided that she was going to be a better person. She was not going to walk up to his door and talk to him, just yet. Instead, she was going to wait and play her cards right. She wanted to play real nice and get back on his good side so that he would come over on Friday and help her move – and meet her father. She was just not going to put up with how he had been talking to her.
When Desirae circled around the parking lot, she noticed something that she had not seen the first time. A car that looked too familiar was parked outside of Tron’s townhouse. Instead of sitting out in the parking lot and burning up her gas, Desirae went ahead and pulled into a parking spot nearby. She wanted to see if this car belonged to who she thought it belonged to. And Desirae knew just how she was going to figure that out. She remembered that, since forever, Reese had this old air freshener hanging in her windshield on the rearview mirror. It was one of the tree ones that were so common, but Desirae remembered a few times when she had seen Reese writing some things on it.
Desirae marched her ass over to the car that she just knew had to belong to Reese. As she walked, she looked up at Tron’s townhouse and just imagined what was going on in there. Could Reese be that fucking low and find a way to get at Tron and now spent the night at his place? Was she the reason that Tron had gotten so much quieter – a lot slower at responding to Desirae’s text messages?
Desirae walked up on the car. Yep! It was the same color and the same model. She did not ride with Reese all that often, but this car, just by looking at it, had Reese written all over it. Desirae then walked up to the driver’s window. She held her hands at the side of her face and looked into the window.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” Desirae said. “This fuckin’ bitch.” She stepped back and kicked the bottom of Reese’s car. Desirae looked up at where she knew Tron’s bedroom was. She felt so damn disgusted that she could not help but shake her head. Never in her entire life had she seen a bitch that was as thirsty and desperate as Reese. This was truly something that Desirae never in a million years thought that she would see. Her stomach hurt in a million fucking ways.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe this,” Desirae said. She kicked Reese’s car over and over again. She didn’t stop until she had exhauster herself.
For a moment, Desirae contemplated going up to the door and knocking just to see if that nigga Tron would even answer the door. But she decided that this approach just was not going to work out how she would want because she was liable to really kill a nigga, and an ex friend, at this moment. The very thought of Reese fucking around with Tron, behind her back even though they weren’t friends any more, was enough to make Desirae really want to kill the both of them. She would not even give two fucks if they were naked and in bed upstairs – if she had to use both of her hands and feet to strangle Tron then Reese’s old simple ass – it would be well worth it.
Desire climbed into her car and leaned back, looking out at the snowy parking lot. She wanted to cry. But she knew that neither one of them niggas would be worth her tears at this point.
“I trusted her,” Desirae said to herself. “I fuckin’ trusted her. That was my fuckin’ friend. First, I caught her ass try’na get at Tron up in the fuckin’ club, with that dumb ass look on her face. Next thing I know, that bitch is over here and fuckin’ him too.” Desirae’s mother’s words of advice about trust, which she had so eloquently given her daughter on numerous occasions throughout her childhood, came flooding back into Desirae’s mind. She just never thought that Reese would be the one to do this. After all, Reese was the one who was always so supportive of Desirae’s love life, or so she thought. Reese was always there for me whenever I needed her, Desirae thought.
With flared nostrils and rage brewing deep in the depths of Desirae’s heart, she pulled out of the parking lot. For some reason, she was strangely happy that there was snow and ice on the ground. If there had not been, then Desirae would have probably rammed her car into Reese’s car over and over and over again. So bad, Desirae wanted to get out of her car and just go fuck up Reese’s car as if somebody was paying her per ounce of destruction.
“Nope,” Desirae said, to herself. “I’m done bein’ this fuckin’ nice. This shit don’t make no damn sense.”
Desirae knew just what she was going to do. And tomorrow night would be the perfect time to get the ball rolling, so to speak.
***
When Desirae saw Tron’s number pop up on her phone later that day, she almost wanted to laugh. It was getting to the point where his lies – his stories, if you will – were just so damn entertaining. She had gone to her mother’s house, where she unloaded some of her stuff and calmed down. Now, she was thinking so much more clearly than she had been thinking.
“Let me see what the fuck is gon’ come outta this nigga’s mouth today,” Desirae said, as she picked the phone up and answered. “Hello?”
“I see you called me,” Tron said. “You called me yesterday and shit?”
“Yeah, I did,” Desirae said. She put on her nicest voice – so nice that Sesame Street characters would have a hard time being nicer than she was being right then. “I was just callin’ to see if you could really help me move and shit tomorrow.” She smiled. “I ain’t found nobody who can come help me, and since you said that you would do it, I thought I would ask you. I don’t wanna hurt myself or nothin’.”
“Yeah,” Tron said, sounding very calm – sounding as if he himself was smiling on the other end.
Desirae smirked and rolled her eyes. Now more than anything she wanted to ask if this nigga was laying up with Reese. However, that was all irrelevant at this point to Desirae. She was going to make sure that Tron got exactly what he had coming to him. If he thinks getting stabbed with a fork was something…, Reese thought as she shook her head.
“What time you need me to come over and help?” Tron asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Desirae answered. “You ain’t gotta come real early or nothin’,” she said. “Why don’t you just be here by like eleven or something? How is that?”
“You got a truck and shit?” Tron asked. “How you plannin’ on movin’ your shit to your mama’s house? You got a truck or naw?”
“No, not yet,” Desirae told him. “I was going to call this place down Thompson later on and see if they had a truck. I drove by there not too long ago, like a couple days ago, and I saw that they had some sort of special going. And they had plenty of vans and trucks and shit parked out in that lot, so I figured that I could go on over there and get something or whatever.”
“Bet,” Tron said. “Look here, I can help you out on that too. Let me make some calls and see what I can get and shit. You ain’t gotta worry, okay. I’mma get that truck for you. And I’ll be there tomorrow, around eleven or whenever.”
Well, well, well, Desirae thought. It definitely sounded as if Tron had a bit of a pep in his step, so to speak. He was being kind of nice – nicer than he would normally be to her, especially nowadays.
“Okay,” Desirae said. “That works.”
The two of them hung up. Desirae then scrolled through her recent calls. She got to her father and called him.
“Yeah, hello?” George answered.
“Hey, Daddy,” Desirae said. “Did I catch you at a bad time or what?”
“Naw, baby,” George said. “You cool, you cool? What’s goin’ on? You still want me to come down tomorrow and help you move and stuff? Don’t think I ain’t been thinkin’ bout that.”
“Actually,” Desirae said. She smiled. “Daddy, that is what I was callin’ you about – funny you mention it. I wanted to know if you were coming and if you could be here around noon. Don’t flip out or nothin’, but you will actually get to meet Tron. He will
here around that time. And he gettin’ a truck on his way over here, so I don’t have to worry about that.”
“Awe, yeah?” George said. “Okay, okay. I can get up and get down there by then. Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll be there.”
Desirae thanked her father and they talked about this and that for a few minutes. When she hung up with him, she felt so evil. Now? Now, she just needed to think of a way to get Reese back for fucking around with Tron. Sure, she could very well wait until she gave birth. However, that would be a long six months to wait to jump on Reese and beat that ass.
Desirae pondered for some minutes before she got back up and moved around her apartment, continuing to pack. For some reason, she had never felt as happy as she felt right then. There was nothing like watching, and taking part in, someone getting just what they deserve. And nothing could be further from the truth than when that somebody has actually done you wrong. Desirae was determined to think of what she was going to do to get Reese back. And whatever she decided to do, it was going to be worthwhile.
***
When Tron hung up the phone, he looked over at Reese and smiled. She may not have the baddest body like Desirae, but she had a pussy that just would not quit. Tron wound up going for three rounds last night with Reese because it was so damn good. In fact, they did not even sleep until around five o’clock in the morning from all the fucking that they were doing.
Reese, clearly a mess of a woman, woke up just as Tron was on the phone talking to Desirae. When he hung up, she looked at him. A brief wave of guilt came over her, but she could not and would not deny one very true thing: last night, with Tron, was hands down the best dick that she had ever had in her life. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed. It was just amazing.
“Was that Desirae?” Reese asked just as Tron was setting the phone back down.
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