“Blah, blah, blah,” Ray said, and Breon could hear his southern accent. “I’mma get up out this bed and shit and be waitin’ on you. How long before you think you’ll be here?”
“Shit, I don’t know,” Breon responded. “I’ll be there in like ten minutes.”
Breon hung up the phone and turned the radio up. For the next ten minutes, as he drove out to Ray’s apartment complex on Chicago’s west side, Nikki was still on his mind. While the feelings of guilt when it came to him messing around for the first time on Trina were mild, he knew they were still there. However, he couldn’t say that he had any regrets. With his manhood now covered up, he could still feel the sliminess of Nikki’s slobber. It coated not only the shaft and the head of his dick but also had dripped down to his balls. It was also on the insides of his legs. He could only imagine what it would have been like if he were sitting on a couch and she was on her knees in front of him, with all the space in the world she needed.
Breon pulled into Ray’s apartment complex, which was a small community of four, three-story buildings. After driving around the parking lot for a couple of minutes, he found a spot that wasn’t too far from the entrance to Ray’s apartment building. Once he parked in the spot, he rushed inside, at times having to turn his back to the harsh wind. Just as he was about to knock on Ray’s apartment door, the door swung open. There he stood, eye to eye with Ray, who was just backing out of the way. At five foot eight in height, and roughly 150 pounds, tattoos covered many parts of Ray’s upper body as he was dressed in nothing but white boxers.
Breon shook his head as he entered the apartment, looking at his boy. “Nigga, what the fuck is up with you?” he asked. “Why the fuck you gon’ answer the door with another nigga comin’ and all you got on is boxers?”
“Nigga, chill out,” Ray said, pushing the door closed. “A nigga damn near nodded off and shit when I got off the phone with you. By the time I woke back up, I could hear that big ass truck of yours pullin’ into the parking lot.”
Ray went into his bedroom and slid into some gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. When he came back out, he had a fat blunt in his hand. He held it up and looked at Breon, smiling. “Nigga, I know you wanna hit this,” he said.
Breon smiled and nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Just a little,” he said.
Breon and Ray sat down on Ray’s green couch. Ray’s apartment, which was nowhere near as nice as the apartment that Breon and Trina lived in, was somewhat cluttered. With two bedrooms, Ray had a spare bedroom and Breon just couldn’t figure out why he didn’t use that room to put some of the clutter away and out of sight.
Ray noticed the way Breon looked around at his apartment. “Nigga, I know what you thinkin’,” he said. “And you know I’m not usin’ that second bedroom for nothin’ other than my clothes and my shoes.” Ray had what could only be described as an extensive collection of shoes. If there were new Jordans hitting the market, he was in line bright and early in the morning. And he had no intentions of reselling them, and would only wear them to certain events, like going to the club.
Ray fished around on his coffee table for a lighter. Breon shook his head and looked at him. “I honestly ain’t think that you was gon’ answer a nigga when I was callin’,” he said. “I was sure that one of them chicks you got a baby by would have your ass in jail right now or some shit.”
Ray licked the top of the blunt, making sure that there were no holes in it. “I ain’t got them problems no more,” he said. “I paid that shit up so that bitch could stop callin’ me with all her bullshit, talkin’ bout she ain’t got no money and shit. I know she over there spendin’ that shit on some other nigga and stuff, but I’m coo on that, though. She called me try’na see if she could come over for us to talk and stuff, but I know what she really wanted.”
“Nigga, shut the hell up with that shit,” Breon said, feeling himself get a little warm. He slid out of his coat and dropped it over the side of the couch. “Every time I come around, you swear up and down that the mothers of your children be try’na get back with you and shit.”
Holding the lighter up to the end of the blunt, Ray shook his head. “Naw, naw, nigga,” he said. “I ain’t say that they was try’na get back together and shit. They just want some of this dick. I may have let one of them suck on it a little bit, but that was only to do her a favor so she could calm down. I swear.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Breon said. “Shit, I just ran into this chick at this party I went to, man.” He shook his head and closed his eyes, remembering the slurping noises. “Fuck,” he added.
“What happen?” Ray asked, looking curious. “And who party you go to and shit? I ain’t hear about no fuckin’ party.”
“It was a comin’ home party,” Breon responded. “I went to my nigga Wayne’s house, over on the south side. He had a comin’ home party for this dude we went to high school with who just got out on Monday. It was coo. Got to see him and a bunch of people that I ain’t seen in a while. But this chick I went to high school with was there, and I ain’t seen her since then. We used to kinda flirt and shit back then, but I never got really close to her ‘cause we ain’t have the same classes or lunch periods or anything like that.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Ray said, lighting the blunt and inhaling. “So, what happened tonight, though?”
Breon looked over at Ray. “Man, the rumors was true,” he said.
“What rumors?” Ray asked.
“Back in school,” Breon explained, “there was these rumors going around about her that she used to suck dick so good that a dude nearly passed out in the bathroom and shit.”
“Fuck,” Ray said. “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout. That’s that shit I like. I got one baby mama who suck dick like that, swear to God. But the chick’s attitude make her hard to deal with.”
“Yeah, well,” Breon said. “This bitch ain’t never had no attitude. She was too busy suckin’ dick back in school to catch attitude, I guess.” He shook his head, still not being able to get the slurping noises out of his head. “Anyway, I walked her down to her car and shit, which was a little ways past mine. You know… I ain’t want the young lady to walk the streets by herself.”
“There you go,” Ray said. “Be a gentleman if you wanna get that Becky.” He handed the blunt to Breon.
“And, well, you know,” Breon said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling. He then hit the blunt.
“You let the bitch suck your dick?” Ray asked, already knowing the answer.
“I mean…” Breon said, hesitantly, as smoke billowed out of his lips and up the front of his face. “I ain’t wanna disappoint her or nothin’. And the bitch got a fat ass, nigga. I mean, the shit is wide, stick out like a fuckin’ couple basketballs or somethin’, and jiggle when she walk. You shoulda seen when she jumped down outta the truck. Her ass bounced like one of them chicks in the videos and shit. If my dick wasn’t so damn tired from being sucked like a fuckin’ wet vacuum, I prolly woulda got hard again and pulled her ass right back in the truck.”
“Damn, was it like that?” Ray asked, shaking his head and smiling. “Why you ain’t bend that ass over in the truck and dick her down?”
“Nigga, you know it’s too cold for all that shit,” Breon said. “Plus, with a ass like she got, them pants was too damn tight for a nigga to hit it quick. She’d have to take all her clothes off for me to really get up in there.
“Shit,” Ray said. “You ain’t got no picture of her or nothin’ that I can see.”
“Nigga, I ain’t take no video or nothin’,” Breon said. “Shit, I almost passed out in that fuckin’ seat and shit. She never even came up for air.”
“Now that’s the shit I like,” Ray said, nodding his head. He grabbed the blunt back from Breon. “When a bitch know how to suck dick, she know how to keep a nigga around. That shit sound hot. Hold up.”
“I know, I know,” Breon said. “I already know what you about to say and you ain’t got no business talkin’ bout nobody cheatin’ on they chic
k. Nigga, I done known you with all your baby mamas and you done cheated on every single one of them chicks, so don’t even start with your holier than thou shit like I don’t already know.”
“Nigga, I know,” Ray said, snickering. “But the difference is that I wasn’t talkin’ about marrying none of them or no shit like that. Well, I had thought about marrying the second one, but she messed that up.”
“How Rolique mess up you askin’ her to marry you?” Breon asking, thinking that his boy Ray was too foolish for some of the stuff he says at times. “How the hell she mess up you even thinking about asking her to marry you?”
Ray looked at Breon and paused. “‘Cause, nigga,” he said. “She wouldn’t suck my dick.”
Breon and Ray both burst into laughter at Ray’s response. They laughed so hard that Breon began to cough, smoke coming up out of his lungs. At this point, a light haze had filled the room.
“So, you still thinkin’ about proposing and shit?” Ray asked.
Breon felt himself having to pee. He stood up. “Hold up,” he said. “You mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah,” Ray answered. “Go ahead. Just make sure you don’t fuck my shit up.”
Breon walked up the bedroom hallway, which was just on the other side of the couch. There, he passed by Ray’s second bedroom. He peaked inside, turning on the light. He could see that nothing had changed. Shelves were still packed with shoes. The closet door was practically breaking from the pressure of Ray’s clothes inside.
Breon went on and used the bathroom, groaning lightly as any man does with the first piss after sex. Before he put his dick back into his pants, he looked down at it and shook his head, deep in thought. It even looked healthier to him, as the skin glowed. Nikki was on his mind so bad that he almost wanted to hit her up again and see where she was before he went back home to Trina.
“I know that shit felt good,” Ray said to Breon when he’d come back out and sat down at the couch.
“Nigga, shut up,” Breon said.
“So, nigga,” Ray said. “Don’t forget what the fuck I asked you before you went and took a piss. You still thinkin’ about proposin’ to Trina?”
“What you mean thinking?” Breon asked. “I already got plans to propose to her.”
Ray handed the blunt back to Breon. “For real?” Ray asked. “So you really thinkin’ about goin’ through with it and stuff?”
“Hell yeah,” Breon said. He then paused to hit the blunt, enjoying the feeling that was going to his head. “I love Trina and shit, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Ray said. “But you the one who came through the door talkin’ bout you just had some bitch suck on your dick and shit. I ain’t know what your plan was.”
“Nigga, you know I ain’t gon’ leave Trina,” Breon said. “She been with me through too much for me to just drop her for some fat ass with a hoover mouth and shit. It wasn’t even like that. I just wanted some head and that bitch just wanted to suck some dick… Who am I to stop her?”
“Okay, okay,” Ray said, snickering under his breath. “How you thinkin’ about doin’ that shit? I mean, if you don’t mind me askin’. You ain’t gotta worry about me stealin’ your idea or nothing.”
“Oh, I know,” Breon said, sarcastically. “But naw, here’s what I’m thinking. I know she likes shopping, and she especially likes them streets with a bunch of stores up and down the sides of them, kind of like downtown and shit, you know. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ that for our anniversary, on the twentieth and shit, I take her down to Gatlinburg.”
“Gatlinburg?” Ray asked. “You mean up in the mountains and shit, down in Tennessee. Yeah, my uncle and auntie went there too, but I don’t know for what. Shit, I never been.”
“I never been either,” Breon asked. “But I was lookin’ at photos online and stuff after I went and got the ring at the mall and shit. It look nice. You can rent cabins and stuff and they got all kinds of shoppin’ and shit. You know, the kinda stuff that girls like.”
“I feel you,” Ray said. “Hold up. You told me that you was thinkin’ bout the ring and what kinda ring you would buy. You mean to tell me that you done already went and bought the ring?”
Breon smiled and nodded. “Yup,” he said. “I went to the mall earlier this week and bought it while she was at work. And nigga, don’t go runnin’ your mouth and tellin’ nobody so that she know that I went and got it.”
“Nigga, what the fuck you talkin’ about?” Ray asked. “You know I don’t even talk about marriage in my place and shit, so you ain’t got to worry about that. So, tell a nigga how much you dropped on the ring?”
Breon looked at Ray and paused before answering. “Nigga, I went and dropped three stacks,” he said.
“Goddamn,” Ray said. “You are serious, ain’t you? Three stacks on a ring? You really do love her, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, Ray,” Breon said. “And since we been livin’ together, shit done got real serious.”
“Yeah,” Ray said. “Y’all over there playin’ house and shit. Playin’ husband and wife.”
“Yeah, well,” Breon said. “I’m ready to wife her up.”
“You asked her family and shit?” Ray asked. “Or are you even going to go that route? Or are you going to ask her then y’all talk and shit and figure out how to bring it up to the family?”
“I mean,” Breon said, hesitantly. “I do wanna ask her daddy. I already know he don’t really like me all that much, but it ain’t like they around or nothin’, so I ain’t got to worry about seein’ him too much.”
“Oh shit,” Ray said. “And what you gon’ do if he say no.”
“I don’t know,” Breon said. “Prolly ask her anyway and he’ll just have to be mad until he get used to it or somethin’.”
“Oh okay,” Ray said. “I feel you. Anyway, I always wanted to ask a nigga this when he decide to get married, but,” he chuckled, “I never known a nigga to ask. You really think you can live with just one pussy for the rest of your life? One woman? I don’t know if I could do some shit like that, but that’s just me.”
“Yeah, I think I can,” Breon said. “I mean, that’s kinda what I’m doin’ already.”
“Nigga, you came through the door tellin’ me that you got your dick sucked by some chick you used to know in high school that you saw at a party over on the south side,” Ray said. “A chick that you said was known for being able to suck dick and shit so damn good that niggas damn near passed out. How the fuck you gon’ be with one chick if you doin’ some shit like that?”
“Nigga, chill out,” Breon said. “That was just head and nothin’ else.”
Ray laughed. “Nigga, please,” he said. “Breon? Breon? I know you, dude. I remember all them chicks you used to smash before Trina.”
Breon’s head bobbed up and down as he chuckled. “Yeah, but that was different,” he said. “And I ain’t fuck that Nikki chick. She was just there to suck dick. I probably won’t even see her no more.”
“I wanna see what this chick look like,” Ray said. “You think she got a Facebook or somethin’? You think she one of them chicks that be postin’ body pics and shit up on Facebook or Instagram or some shit like that?”
“Fuck if I know,” Breon said. “Like I told you, I ain’t seen the chick since we both was in high school.” Breon pulled his phone out of his pocket, remembering that Nikki’s last name was Pierce. “Let me see if I can find her. She got kind of a common name, but still might be able to find her ass.”
Breon and Ray finished smoking the blunt as Breon logged into his Facebook. He searched for Chicago profiles by the name of Nikki Pierce. He was in luck when he saw her profile picture, seeing her face out of a lineup of many faces. Breon clicked on it to go into her profile. “Found her,” he announced, causing Ray to lean in to see.
Breon looked around Nikki’s profile, seeing many pictures that she’d put up. Ray looked closely. “She kinda cute, I guess,” he said. “I mean, she ain’t ugly or
nothin’ like that.”
The two of them then paused when they came to a body pic. Nikki was wearing what looked like a tan, body-colored cat suit that came all the way up to her neck. Her hair was different than it was tonight at Wayne’s house, as it was shorter in the picture. However, with how she was posing, any man would have to be blind to miss the curves.
“Oh shit,” Ray said, putting his fist over his mouth. “That bitch is hella thick.”
“What I tell you?” Breon asked. “I told you that that ass is fat as fuck, nigga”
“Nigga, if you not try’na smash,” Ray said, “I will gladly fuck the shit out of her, till she seein’ stars and shit.”
Breon instantly pushed Ray back and away from the phone. Ray chuckled, as he knew what he’d said had gotten under Breon’s skin just a little bit. “Nigga, you betta stop,” Breon said.
“What?” Ray asked, leaning back over to look into the phone. “You said that she was just head and that you wasn’t try’na smash.” Ray looked into Breon’s eyes, seeing that he was looking into the phone as if the photo itself was hypnotic. “I guess now, nigga, with you seein’ this photo and shit, you havin’ second thoughts.”
“Naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. He closed his Facebook profile then dropped his phone onto the couch. “I ain’t havin’ second thoughts or nothin’ like that. I told you that bitch Nikki was just some head. But she do got some nice ass titties. That’s what I was gon’ tell you. She got into it with this chick Renee at Wayne’s place and her shirt got ripped off.”
“What the fuck?” Ray asked. “You lyin’. You ain’t pull your phone out and tape that shit?”
Breon shook his head. “Naw, man,” he said. “Everybody was caught up in what was goin’ on that I ain’t even think about it.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Ray said. “Then why you get her number and shit if she was just head, nigga? Huh? Why you get her number if she was just head?”
Breon suddenly became really quiet. He was well aware that seeing Nikki bent over, in the doggy style position with him doing long strokes as she screamed his name, had popped into his mind. Hell, at this very moment, he couldn’t get the mental image of her ass jiggling when she’d hopped out of his SUV out of his mind. He shook his head and looked at Ray. “Yeah, man,” he said. “She was just head. After the fight, I helped her get herself together and stuff and walked her to her car and, well, she wanted to suck on the dick to thank a nigga. That’s all.”
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