“Fuck that pussy good,” Tron said, after hyperventilating and taking another hit of the blunt. He pushed his arm down and grabbed a handful of Desirae’s ass. “Yup,” he said.
“Yeah what, nigga?” Desirae snapped back, playfully, thinking about how this nigga always loved her ass.
“That ass,” Tron said.
“What about it?”
Tron smiled, acting like he didn’t want to say. He looked away. “That shit is getting fatter.”
Just then, Desirae swatted Tron’s toned tattooed chest. She couldn’t help from laughing out loud. “Don’t say that.”
“It is,” Tron said. “That’s good, though. That’s good. A nigga like that shit.”
Desirae looked up at Tron, loving how he always made her feel so loved. She had never had a man in her life that made her feel valued. On top of all that, the conversation the two of them had was nothing less than one hundred and it always made her more attracted to him and his personality. He was just so real with how he carried himself, and Desirae had learned the hard way that that was a trait harder and harder to find in a nigga. Not to mention, he took her shopping every once in a way, when he could get away, and bought her some of the nicest jewelry and outfits that she’d ever had. Sometimes, when she would wear something that he bought for her, it would only make her think of him more and more throughout her day.
“How many times did I come?” Desirae asked out loud, feeling a little sore. She liked when she was a little sore because, to her, it meant that he had put in some real work.
“Shit, I don’t know,” Tron said. “A nigga was too busy deep down in that pussy. That shit is wet as fuck. That’s what a nigga like. Talkin’ bout having that shit every day.”
“Well, you know you could,” Desirae said, seeing Tron’s comment as probably her easiest and smoothest way to bring up their talk again. “You know you could, nigga. So, don’t even be actin’ like I’m the one who be keeping you out this pussy. You know this shit is yours, but, well…”
Tron knew where this was going. “I just don’t think I’m ready yet,” he said. “I know we talked about that shit and everything, but at the same time you know it ain’t gon be easy. I mean, we been together for like three years and shit. We live together.”
“I feel you,” Desirae said, not surprised that Tron was actively stalling. “I feel you and all, but shit, how long you gon just keep it going if she ain’t doin what you need? Well…I don’t even know the chick, but any chick should be acting lucky to have you, nigga. I remember when we met, you was telling me about how she wouldn’t give you that brain when you needed it even though you really giving your all in the relationship and shit, no?”
Tron winced. “Yeah, but still,” he said, thinking of his woman, Shawna. He really did love her, but that love just wasn’t feeling the same anymore. To him, it was like she was changing and he just wasn’t feeling the change. Sometimes, things would be good. Well, a lot of times everything is pretty smooth. But when it comes to the bedroom, Shawna acted like she needed to keep her guard up with Tron, and that was something Tron just wasn’t feeling. “Three years is a long time, and we live together and shit, baby,” he said.
Desirae looked up and into Tron’s eyes. “Nigga, you know I told you that you could come stay here,” she said. “You like being over here, don’t you?”
Tron nodded, taking the final hit of the blunt before setting it into an ashtray on the stand next to the bed. “Fuck yeah,” he said, as if that was the obvious answer. Stuff was always different when he came over to Desirae’s. It was like she was relaxed about stuff. Even better for Tron, if he stopped through on his busy days, she never had a problem with giving the nigga a little brain to help him feel good and stuff. However, with his three years with Shawna, in so many ways, it was like she was already a part of his family. His mama loved Shawna. The two would even meet up and go out for girls’ lunch and stuff. Up until the passing of his grandfather, Tron’s mother’s father, his mama had been pushing at him to go ahead and wife Shawna up. At his age, though, he wasn’t really looking at marriage. In fact, he was always very careful about how he talked about the topic if Shawna was around. Right now, Tron was enjoying having Desirae on the side. She was a different kind of chick – just the kind of chick he needed around.
“Baby, I know we talked about it,” Tron said. “But—”
Desirae started to feel a little irritated. It was obvious by what Tron was saying that he was just too scared, or whatever, to actually go through breaking it off with Shawna and really taking the step and coming to be with her. And she just didn’t understand why it was so hard. After all, he had told Desirae that her love just wasn’t the same and she knows what that means. That really just means that he didn’t love her like he used to. When they talked, she had told him that it would only get worse anyway, but he just wasn’t hearing her.
“But what, baby?” Desirae asked, clearly irritated. “But what?”
“I just want the shit to be right,” Tron said. “Let’s not go changing shit up if it just ain’t the right time.”
“But you love me, right Tron? Don’t you?” Desirae asked. “Right?”
Tron let out a deep breath; he hated when Desirae asked him that kind of question. “Baby, you know I love you,” he told her. “Can’t you see how a nigga is over here every chance he get?”
“Well, that should make your choice easy,” Desirae said in a matter-of-fact way. “You should be where you want to be and where you really gon be appreciated for the real nigga that you are.”
Tron was to the point where he was ready to change the subject. Instead of all this talk, he let some sexy thoughts pass through his mind. Some seconds later, he could feel his dick getting hard again. He waited for when Desirae felt it lifting up and looked up at him, smiling.
“What you doin’, nigga?” she asked.
Tron smiled then leaned his head back into the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. “Just about ready for some more of that pussy,” he said.
Desirae smiled and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t deny the fact that she was getting a little excited. She always liked when they had time for a round two because Tron could really last a long while on the second and third round.
Tron started looking around. “Where should we fuck this time?” he asked, scoping the apartment for ideas.
Desirae had an idea. “The bathroom,” she said.
Tron thought back to a time when they got it on with her leaning over the edge of the bathtub. “That’s wassup,” Tron said.
Chapter 2
Tron did indeed wind up spending the night at Desirae’s place. Sometime during the night, he took a few seconds to text his chick Shawna, to tell her goodnight and how much drama was going on in the family. Just like Desirae thought, she was woken up with some dick in the middle of the night. And in the morning, he broke her off with some before she got out of bed and made him a little breakfast. Now, at about 9:30, he was getting his clothes on to head home. Desirae stood with him at the door as now was the time she was getting used to – the time where she watched him leave and was unsure of when the next time he would be coming through.
“When you gon be coming through to see a chick again, Tron?” Desirae asked, her arms up around Tron’s neck.
Tron thought for a moment. He knew the question would be coming, but wasn’t mad or anything about it. He just smiled as usual, keeping his eyes locked with Desirae’s and their bodies pressed against one another in a very passionate way.
“Baby, you know I be busy,” Tron said. “Plus, when you off of work? A nigga don’t be knowing so he can know when to come through and shit.”
“I’m off Thursday night,” Desirae told him.
“Aight, we’ll see,” Tron said, nodding his head and smiling. “We’ll see.”
He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and looked at the time. The day was quickly getting on and he had business he needed to tend to.
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bsp; “Aight, baby, I betta go now,” Tron said.
These were the moments that Desirae hated. Sometimes she would see Tron in a few days, or on two or three occasions during the week when he could get away. Then there were those times where she wouldn’t see him for a couple of weeks. The longest she’d ever gone without seeing him was close to three weeks – something about his chick not having as many appointments or something was the extent to which Desirae knew why that had happened.
“Yeah, I know,” Desirae said.
Before she could move on to another thought, Tron had embraced her and kissed her passionately. She found herself bringing her hands up to the sides of his face. When the kiss broke away, Tron slapped Desirae’s ass and smiled at her.
“I can’t wait to see that ass again,” Tron said.
Desirae started laughing, playfully hitting Tron on his shoulder as he opened the door.
“Remember the deal,” Tron said.
“Yeah, I know,” Desirae said, nodding her head. “Sometimes you not gon be able to answer.”
Tron kissed her one last time before walking out into the hallway then downstairs and out into the snow. Soon enough, Tron was pulling away and Desirae sat on her couch, in thought once again. She wanted to tell herself that what they had going was okay, but even she was starting to not believe that scenario. Sure, it sounded feasible. If two people are not looking for anything serious, then what they had was going perfectly. And, in many ways, when the two of them had met, Desirae really just wanted him for a good fuck because she wasn’t sure if she would start talking to her ex-dude again. That wound up really being over, and Desirae found herself really falling for Tron. In so many ways, she could feel what he was going through because it was obvious that the chick he was living with wasn’t really taking care of his needs.
Desirae lay back into the couch, once again with the white robe hugging her curvy body. Her cell phone sat on the glass coffee table. She could feel her pussy throbbing from taking Tron three times in the last twelve hours. With her head lying back into a pillow, she sat there in thought. She was going to help Tron come to his senses, one way or another.
***
Tron let his car, a red Charger, warm up a little bit before pulling out of the snowy parking lot. He was in a good mood from his day starting off just right, as he had woken up in the morning and really gave it to Desirae. It was even better because of how she took it. Now, however, he knew that playtime was over and he had to get back to business.
Tron pulled out of the parking lot and made his way over to East Street and turned toward downtown. The street was busy, but had been plowed and salted. Tron pulled out his phone and called Shawna.
“Hello?” Shawna answered, clearly sounding like she was just getting out of bed herself.
“Good morning, baby,” Tron said. “You just waking up or something?”
Shawna giggled, her voice sounding so tranquil through the phone to Tron. In a lot of ways, it sounded so sexy to him.
“I been up for a minute,” Shawna said. “Just been kind of laying here for a bit. I don’t got my first appointment until like eleven thirty, so I’mma be getting up soon and getting ready to head out. Are you back up here yet?”
“Yeah, baby. Yeah,” Tron said. “I’m coming through the south side now. Actually, I’m about to get off of the highway and head up Emerson.”
“What you heading up—oh, yeah that’s right.” Shawna was starting to ask a question, but then stopped herself. She remembered that Tron had told her that as soon as he got back to Nap, he would have to go over to the club and meet Tyrese about the business.
“Is there anything you need a nigga to help you do for tonight?” Tron asked.
“Tron, why you keep asking me that?” Shawna asked. “Why would I be asking you to do anything when we having a little get together for your birthday, not mine? Come on now, baby.”
“Okay, okay,” Tron said, trying to keep himself from laughing. “I just don’t want you coming back up, talking that why-didn’t-you-help-stuff when everything is done with.”
“I never do that,” Shawna said.
“Sure you don’t,” Tron said. “Sure, baby.”
“Fuck you,” Shawna said.
Tron could tell that Shawna was smiling when she said that and chuckled. “I’mma fuck you,” he said in his playful voice.
Shawna started laughing. “I betta gon and get up and get moving I guess,” Shawna said. “I got a few appointments today then later on I gotta go out and get a couple more things for tonight. I done already cleaned the house and shit. Me and Morgan went to the store on Saturday and got some shit, but there’s still some other shit I gotta get, so.”
“Alright then, baby,” Tron said. “I was just calling to let you know what was up. I ain’t try’na hold you up and shit. I’ll text you and see you later and shit.”
“Aight,” Shawna said.
“I love you,” Tron said.
Shawna responded back, “I love you too.”
The phone call ended. Within seconds of getting off the phone with his chick Shawna, he called his boy Tyrese. He was supposed to be meeting him at the strip club that they owned together, Honeys East, over on the eastside. Tron wanted to make sure that Tyrese was going to be there before he went zigzagging his way through the city in all this snow. To no surprise, however, Tyrese didn’t answer the phone. Tron shook his head.
“That nigga betta be there,” he said to himself.
Hoping that Tyrese was just on the other line or something, Tron went ahead and stuck with the plan. He drove over to Honeys East and was relieved to see Tyrese’s SUV when he pulled into the parking lot. Tron parked and headed inside, through the back door where he, Tyrese, and the girls entered in and out of the building.
Their club, Honeys East, was something the two of them invested in when they decided they were getting to the point of not wanting to be out in the streets anymore. Tyrese had almost got caught up in some deep shit because of this one nigga named Durralle way out somewhere. Then, after that, the police started riding both their asses in the old hood. The two of them had been boys since they met freshmen year of high school almost ten years ago. They made a lot of money together and one knew that the other was just about the only dude in the city they could trust.
Tron walked inside of the building, instantly seeing lights on in the small kitchen-like room just beyond the dressing room. The back of the inside of the building was dark, but as Tron got closer and closer to the lit room, he could hear a strong clapping noise and moaning. Tron’s face immediately broke into a smile, shaking his head, as he realized that the noise was Tyrese. He was in the room, smashing one of the dancer girls. Tron had told him he should stop doing that for the sake of the business, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. As long as he’d known Tyrese, it was clear that his boy had always had a thing for really thick, shapely chicks. Many of the dancers fit exactly what he was looking for in a chick, and Tyrese just couldn’t help himself from getting some pussy from a dancer if he so desired.
Tron stopped before he got to the door. He didn’t wanna get in his boy’s way, but at the same time he knew that they needed to talk business and stuff because he had other things to do with his day. He decided he would just let his boy Tyrese know that he was there – put the ball in his court.
“Nigga, come on!” Tron yelled.
Just then, he could hear Tyrese and the girl saying fuck then pulling their clothes up. Within seconds, Tyrese had poked his head out of the door.
“Why you ain’t tell me you was comin in, bru?” Tyrese said.
“Nigga, I own part of this shit too. What the fuck you talkin’ bout?” Tron said. “I called and you ain’t answer, but now I see what a nigga doin.”
Tyrese smiled. “Hell yeah,” he said. “This shit good, too, man. Real good.”
“Man, hurry up,” Tron said, not going to stop his boy from enjoying himself.
“Bet,” Tyrese said. �
�Just give me like five…ten more minutes and shit.”
Tyrese ducked back into the room and closed the door. The only sound in that part of the building was Tyrese’s body slamming against the girl until he announced that he was about to bust. The chick moaned and squealed. Then, when it sounded like Tyrese was finishing up, the chick blurted out, “Damn, nigga.” Tyrese followed what she was saying by telling her to get her clothes on.
Within minutes, the door swung open and Diamond, one of the popular dancers at the club, came walking out. Her gray sweatpants looked as if they were about to rip from being stretched around her huge thighs and ghetto, fat ass. She was sliding into her coat as she saw Tron and looked him up and down.
“Wassup, Tron,” Diamond said.
“Wassup, Diamond,” Tron said in response, just ready to get on with everything. He was not surprised that Tyrese was in there smashing Diamond. She was probably the thickest dancer at Honeys East, and she let it be known that she’d give you some of that mouth in a minute. As Diamond walked past and down the hall, toward the door, Tron followed her ass as it moved further and further away from him. He shook his head, giving her credit that she did have a bad body even if her face wasn’t really on point. He had always thought that if he were to smash her, doggy would be the best position where he could really give it to her.
Tyrese came out of the room, getting himself together and buckling his pants. He shook hands with his boy Tron and the two of them hugged.
“Everything alright down south and shit now, man?” Tyrese asked, thinking back to when he was at Tron’s grandfather’s funeral. It was obvious that emotions were running high and that there would be some tension to come following his death. He knew Tron well enough to be able to tell when it was kind of getting to him.
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