“Say something else about big girls, Nikki,” Gracelyn said. “Say somethin’ else.”
“Girl, boo,” Nikki said. “So, anyway… And his dick was thick too. I could barely close my hand around it. The way them big veins was running up the side… And them big ass heavy balls that nigga had. Good God almighty, girl, I was out there suckin’ that dick like there was no tomorrow.”
“Don’t you always?” Gracelyn said. “Girl, I be hearin’ you in there when you be havin’ them niggas over and suckin’ they dicks. I be hearin’ you.”
“Yeah, and?” Nikki said. “Don’t be jealous ‘cause you had the eggroll dick last night. So, yeah, I couldn’t help myself. He was just too fine and was givin’ me that look that told me he wanted it, so I gave it to him. Girl, he almost passed out when I was finished with him. I mean, the windows was fogged up and he busted a huge ass nut.”
“Yuck,” Gracelyn said. “You nasty. Did you let him fuck you?”
“Naw, girl,” Nikki said. “I ain’t no hoe. And plus, where was we gon’ fuck at?”
“You said he drive a SUV, didn’t you?” Gracelyn asked. “Y’all coulda hopped in the back seat or something and you coulda rode that dick like there was no tomorrow.”
“Girl, I wanted to,” Nikki said. “That thing was hard as a rock. But girl, with how big his dick was, I’d have to take my clothes off and have a bed of space to work with. Ain’t no way I could do a dick like that justice in just the back seat. We woulda had to go back to somebody’s apartment.”
“Okay, so why you ain’t go back to his place and give him some pussy?” Gracelyn asked.
With that question, Nikki stood up. “Girl, I’m hungry,” she said. “What we got in this fridge that I can put together real quick?” She pulled the refrigerator door open. “Let me see.”
Gracelyn noticed the way Nikki avoided the question. “Nikki?” she asked, raising her voice just a tad. “So, tell me… Why you ain’t go back to his place if the dick was just so damn right for you?”
“Girl, we got some eggs and some jelly and some rice,” Nikki said. “I guess I can make do with this until the food stamps come in again.”
“Nikki?” Gracelyn said, this time standing up and approaching the counter. “Any other nigga with dick you like, you hop right on it. Why you ain’t do that last night with that nigga?”
“‘Cause,” Nikki said, realizing that Gracelyn wasn’t just going to go away. “He said he had to get home to his bitch.”
“Oh God,” Gracelyn said. “There you go. Suckin’ some dude’s dick that got a chick.”
“Girl, you ain’t no betta,” Nikki said. “I know some of them niggas that you be bringin’ up in here got girls.”
“Yeah,” Gracelyn said. “But they come chasin’ me ‘cause they love a BBW. I don’t go chasin’ them. I told you,” she twirled around so that Nikki would see her big, shapely body, “they love this body so much they want me to sit on they face, girl. I don’t know why you can’t believe that. So, the nigga had a chick at home and you out in his truck suckin’ his dick? Is that what you sayin’?”
“Girl, he was so damn fine and that dick tasted so good,” Nikki said. “I couldn’t help myself. When I got done, me and Breon switched numbers and shit, but he ain’t hit me up yet today or nothin’. I bet his chick is up in his face.”
“Breon?” Gracelyn asked. “Did you say, Breon?”
“Yeah,” Nikki responded. “That was the nigga’s name. Oh God,” her shoulder sunk as she thought about it more, “he ain’t some nigga that you done fucked, or sat on his face or no crazy shit like that, is he?”
“Naw,” Gracelyn said, “but I know him. And girl, hate to burst your bubble, but he was lookin’ at this ass like he wanted some of it, but we wasn’t in that kind of place.”
“Girl, what you talkin’ about?” Nikki asked. “Are you sure it’s even the same, Breon? I mean, how many Breon’s do you think there are in the Chicago area and shit? Probably hundreds, if not a thousand.”
“The Breon I met look like he just the same age as you,” Gracelyn said. “And I met him through this one nigga I used to mess around with named Ray. A nigga with a bunch of kids, and I can see why too.” She rolled her eyes as she reminisced for a moment. “His dick wasn’t that long, but girl it was so damn fat that he could hardly get a condom over it. I was so sore when I got done with that nigga.” Just then, Gracelyn looked at Nikki and saw the unenthused look on her face. “But, yeah, so anyway,” she said. “I think I know him. Based on how you described him, and his truck, I think I just might know who you talkin’ about.”
Nikki went over a quick description of Breon—a description that only solidified Gracelyn’s suspicion that she knew him. “Girl, let me get my phone so I can see if he got a Facebook or something,” Nikki said. “I need to know. Plus, I wanna see what this chick look like that he go home to.”
“Why you wanna see what she look like?” Gracelyn asked. “Why do that even matter?”
“Just ‘cause,” Nikki said, walking past Gracelyn. “I just wanna see. Bet she don’t look betta than me.”
Nikki walked back into her bedroom, grabbed her phone off of her bed, and came back out into the living room. She and Gracelyn sat down on the same couch as she logged into her Facebook account. “Like I said,” Nikki said, “I ain’t seen the nigga since we was in high school, and even then we ain’t know each other like that. But, if my memory is right, and it always is, his last name was like Nelson or maybe Nielson or some shit like that.”
For the next few minutes, Gracelyn watched as Nikki searched through Facebook profiles of Breon Nelsons in Chicago and the surrounding area. After not coming across his face, she then decided she’d better try Neilson. “I don’t know,” Nikki said. “Maybe his last name was Nielson.”
Nikki searched for men with the name Breon Neilson in the Chicago area. Bingo! She found him, seeing his face in the profile picture. “This him right here, girl,” she said after she clicked on his profile. Once Breon’s Facebook profile had come up on her screen, she looked over it then handed the phone to Gracelyn. “Girl, that’s him right there,” she said.
“Oh shit,” Gracelyn said. “He is fine as hell. And you said he got a big dick?”
“Long and thick and hard,” Nikki said, thinking back to the way she practically devoured it in his SUV. “That thang was fuckin’ beautiful. And girl, the way he was holdin’ my head turned me on.”
“Okay, okay,” Gracelyn said. “You ain’t got to go writing one of them nasty books or nothin’. I can get the picture. And yeah, girl. This is the nigga I met. He got a friend named Ray and his chick…well, never mind.”
“What you mean never mind?” Nikki asked. “Girl, if you know something, you betta spill. Don’t start holdin’ nothin’ back now Miss Like-to-sit-on-nigga’s-faces. Don’t start holdin’ nothin’ back now.”
“Look, I don’t really know the chick like that,” Gracelyn said. “Like I told you, I only met the nigga in passin’ and that was only because I’d just gotten off work and was over the nigga’s Ray’s house earlier than I thought I was gon’ be. But yeah, I met him. His chick name is Trina and that’s all I know.”
“What she look like?” Nikki asked.
“Girl, calm down,” Gracelyn said. “She is very pretty, I will say that. I think she might be educated or something like that, but like I said, I don’t know. Girl, why do you care? You not really gon’ go back after him even though you know he got a chick, is you?”
“I mean,” Nikki said. “He might got a chick, but she obviously ain’t doin’ whatever he need. Girl, you shoulda seen how he was enjoyin’ me suckin’ on that dick. It was oh so obvious that he ain’t used to no good head like that. And no, I ain’t try’na go after him. But if he hit me back up and shit, try’na hang out and stuff, if I’m free, I just might let him.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Gracelyn said. “I know you, girl, better than you probably realize. You probably checked your pho
ne this morning to see if he text you or something.”
“No, I didn’t,” Nikki lied then smiled. “Okay, maybe I did. But I swear I ain’t gon’ text him first.”
“Girl, I guess,” Gracelyn said. She looked at the time on the stove in the kitchen then stood up. “I gotta go into work in a little bit.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Nikki said. “Is that married nigga still comin’ in there and followin’ you around and stuff?”
“Who, Mr. Murphy?” Gracelyn asked. “Girl, yes. That man practically be at the grocery store every damn day of the week. I told you,” she slapped her ass and grabbed a handful, “this ass has a gravitating pull or something with these niggas out there. I be try’na tell you that big girls is where it’s at, but you just don’t wanna listen.”
“Girl, boo,” Nikki said.
Gracelyn grabbed her towel and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Nikki, who was still sitting out in the living room, continued to look at Breon’s Facebook. She scrolled through his timeline, looking at the different posts and likes he’d done in the last so-many months. After a while, she began to wonder if she could find this Trina chick. At this point, she really didn’t have a problem with Trina, but she did want to see what she looked like. Because Breon’s Facebook page was not set on private, she was able to look through his friends. Eventually, she came across a chick named Trina and wondered if this girl would be the same chick that Gracelyn said was Breon’s girl. However, her intrigue would only be able to go so far because that Trina’s Facebook profile was set on private, meaning that she could see the profile existed but nothing more than that.
Feeling a little tired from not getting a lot of sleep, Nikki went back to looking at tattoo ideas in her Google search panel. She still couldn’t decide what she was going to get. And the thought of Breon at the back of her mind didn’t help things either. Everything about him was just right, from his looks to his swag to how he dressed to how he talked to how beautiful his dick was and how hard and masculine it felt in her hands. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more she wanted to pull his manhood into her mouth and suck on it as if it were her favorite hobby.
Eventually, Nikki grew tired of sitting out on the couch. She returned to her bedroom where she lounged around in the bed as she heard Gracelyn moving about and getting ready to head into work; she was a cashier at a Kroger store out south. Around noon, she’d given up on the idea of falling back to sleep, and she’d ignored some of the text messages coming from her family and other friends. She was too busy thinking about Breon and how badly she wanted to see him again, even if it were only in his truck, parked on a dark street, late at night.
After checking out into the hallway to make sure that Gracelyn wasn’t trying to peak into her room, Nikki pressed Breon’s name in her contacts. She opened a blank text message. After a few seconds of thought, she decided just what she wanted to say, just what she needed to say to catch any man’s attention. But she knew a photo would probably be worth two thousand words in this situation. And she’d taken just the right photos to entice any man—with a chick or not.
CHAPTER 5
Breon was feeling good for a Saturday. When he woke up next to Trina, he decided that he wanted to do something nice for her—something nice that included a trip to the mall. Before they left the apartment, he told Trina that she could spend a thousand dollars at the mall. These were all the words that Trina needed to hear. Within an hour, she’d showered, gotten dressed, and made sure her hair was on point. As they headed out the door, Breon couldn’t help but snicker at the fact that he had put smile on her face that didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon.
When Breon had gotten home last night from chilling over at his boy Ray’s apartment, it was very obvious to him upon walking through the front door that Trina had her sisters over. There were empty wine glasses setting here and there, as well as half-eaten spaghetti in the kitchen. On top of all that, Breon could smell the lingering scent of marijuana in the apartment. At first, this angered him a bit, because he knew that he’d told Trina about having her sisters over and smoking in the apartment. However, considering that he was tired from being out for most of the night and from having gotten some of the best head in his life, he decided to let it go. Upon finding Trina knocked out and sound asleep in the bed, he decided to go ahead and take a shower. Even when he’d taken his clothes off in the bathroom, looking at his soft manhood dangling in front of him, he could tell just by seeing it that it had been sucked and sucked well. He shook his head in thought as he climbed into the shower.
This late morning, the Woodfield Mall was not particularly crowded. This could have been because of the snow that had fallen the night before. However, Breon was not complaining. He loved coming to the mall when it wasn’t crowded. Not only would it be easier to look inside whatever store he or Trina wanted but he also didn’t have to worry about any drama popping off while they were there.
At first, Trina went into Victoria’s Secret. There, she bought some lingerie that she was so sure Breon would like to see on her body. They then spent the good part of an hour inside of Macy’s, where both Breon and Trina got a handful of outfits each. After stopping in a slew of other stores along the way, chit chatting about this and that and everything in between, Breon decided that he’d take Trina out to eat. After riding down Golf Road for several minutes—a road littered with commercial development on both sides—Trina decided that she had a craving for Logan’s Steakhouse. Quickly, Breon turned into the parking lot and they headed inside.
After being sat at a booth off to the side and having ordered their drinks, Breon looked across the table and smiled at Trina. “So,” he said. “When you gon’ tell a nigga bout what happened last night?” he asked. “I mean, shit, can I hear about it or what? Look like y’all girls had a party or something.”
“Breon, please,” Trina said. “You know I ain’t gon’ be havin’ no party in that apartment we got. I mean, we chilled for a little bit. As usual, Tamar brought the drama.”
Breon couldn’t help but let a light groan slip out of his lips. “Oh, okay,” he said, trying to sound positive. He forced himself to smile.
“Breon, you ain’t got to act like you like my sister,” Trina said. “I know you don’t like her.”
“It’s not that I don’t like her,” Breon said. “It’s just…” He paused, wanting to find just the right word to describe his feelings toward Trina’s oldest sister. “It’s just I can’t stand her.”
Trina kicked Breon under the table lightly. “Don’t be that way,” she said. “And you know how she is. She’s just a little self-absorbed.”
“No, my mama is self-absorbed,” Breon said. “She is more than self-absorbed. It’s a wonder that nigga she got done stuck around with her ass for this long.”
“Stop, Breon,” Trina said. “And actually, that’s just what I was about to say. That nigga been cheatin’ on her and she came home and saw the chick leavin’ last night before she was on her way over to our place.”
“Word?” Breon asked. “She like walked in on them fuckin’ and shit or what?”
“Shh,” Trina said, looking around. “We are out in public.”
“Oops, my bad,” Breon said. “So, what happened?”
“Basically, how she explained it was that she was stoppin’ home right quick to change after coming from some dinner,” Trina said. “She said that he was supposed to be at work, but just as she was about to open her door, the chick came out.” Trina leaned in and whispered. “Tamar was sayin’ that when the chick came rushin’ out the door, she had spit and stuff around her mouth like she had just been in there goin’ down on him and stuff. Then Tamar was sayin’ that when she went into the apartment, she found him puttin’ his clothes back on and stuff. Then, of course, they got into a big argument where she said she slapped the shit out of him and all that kinda thing.”
Hearing such a story made Breon feel a little uneasy. He’d gone to sleep wi
th Nikki and her perfect oral skills on his mind. And he’d woken up to those same thoughts as well. He wished that he’d tape recorded Nikki sucking his dick because it would definitely be something he’d want to listen to. Between her slurping rhythm and the way she gagged as if she were enjoying it, Breon really did think of it as music. For that very reason, he could totally relate to Tamar’s dude getting some head from another chick. Furthermore, he wasn’t totally sure if Tamar was the kind of woman to go as far as pleasing her man in that way. In fact, she seemed to be too stuck up to even think of the man’s pleasure.
“So, later on,” Trina continued, “After we chilled for a bit, we went to Walmart. You know how Monique’s ole ghetto ass is. She love any and every thing that Walmart got to sell. She practically ran off like a kid in a toy store when we got there and stuff. Well, anyway, while we was lookin’ at clothes and hats and scarfs and stuff, we both saw that Tamar was lookin’ down the aisle. And shit, I kid you not, she looked mad as hell.”
“Over what?” Breon asked.
“The chick work at the Walmart out on by Orland Park,” Trina said. “And she just so happened to be at work while we was in there shopping. Next thing I know, Tamar is down there. Her arms is flailing about and stuff like she about to fight the chick. They each yellin’ and cursing. Tamar then took her shoes off like she was really about to do something.”
Breon put his fist over his mouth and laughed. “She wasn’t gon’ do shit,” he said. “She probably would be too scared to break a nail or mess up her hair or some shit like that.”
“Exactly,” Trina said. “That’s just what I was thinkin’. I knew I shouldn’t have went nowhere with them. Every time we go somewhere, even if it’s out to a restaurant to eat, Tamar always got a problem with something.”
Breon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. His first instinct was to pull it out of his pocket and see who was texting him. However, he knew that Trina could get angry about that at times, so he decided against it and continued the conversation.
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