“So,” he said, smiling and leaning in closer to Trina. “I was thinkin’ about our anniversary.”
Trina smiled, feeling her heart melt and transform into a bunch of butterflies. “Yeah?” she said. “What about our anniversary?”
“I was thinkin’ that we do somethin’ special for it,” Breon said. “Like go somewhere that we ain’t never been before or somethin’ like that. What you think, baby?”
Trina shrugged as she smiled and looked away. “I mean, that’s coo,” she responded, thinking about how Monique had said just last night she’d seen Breon leaving the jewelry store at the mall. “Where are we going? London? Paris? Oooh, maybe we can go on a safari in Africa or something like my auntie and her husband did.”
Breon shook his head and smirked. “You really reaching, ain’t you?” he said, sarcastically. “You betta calm down with all that before we don’t go nowhere.” He chuckled. “I’m jus’ playin’. Actually, I was thinkin’ we get a cabin up in the mountains down in Gatlinburg. What you think?”
“Gatlinburg?” Trina asked. “I mean, I heard of it but I don’t really know much about it.”
“It’s what I guess you would call a cute little town, like a tourist place, in the Smokey Mountains down in Tennessee,” Breon explained. “I was lookin’ at photos of it online and at the hotels and cabins down there and it really look like the kinda place we could chill out for a couple days, right before Christmas.”
“Okay,” Trina said, liking what she was hearing. “But you know I gotta be back for Christmas Eve. You already know how my mama is when it comes to Christmas. If I ain’t there, she get to be all trippin’ and stuff ‘cause her family come into town and stuff.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Breon said. “I know how she be and stuff. Trust be, baby. I’mma make sure you back up here in Chicago for Christmas Eve so your mama ain’t got to come lookin’ for you. What about your daddy?” Breon decided to ask about Trina’s father since he knew he’d want to do the right thing and ask him for his daughter’s hand in marriage. “Have you talked to him lately?”
Trina looked across the table at Breon as if he’d just asked a silly question. “Boy, is you serious?” she asked him. “You know I don’t talk to my daddy unless I really have to.”
“Why, Trina?” Breon asked. “Last time you brought him up, you said that he had called you to see how you was doin’ and stuff. You can’t still be mad at him about what him and your mama went through when y’all was teenagers.”
“I ain’t mad,” Trina said. “I guess I’m just disappointed. I mean, what kinda man leaves his wife and the mother of his child to go be with some big booty hoe that got nothin’ goin’ for herself but them big ole fake, Botox, Angelina Jolie-lookin’ lips? I mean, I can’t believe he did some shit like that.”
“That was like five years ago, Trina,” Breon said. “Why you even still dwelling on that? You see that your daddy is really try’na rebuild his relationship with you and stuff? Why don’t you let him? If you want, we can go up to Minnesota and see him for our anniversary instead of going down to the mountains.”
“Nigga, you crazy,” Trina said, rolling her eyes. “It ain’t so much that I don’t wanna see him. I don’t wanna see that woman—that hoe—he went off and married. Last time I talked to him, you know what he said to me?”
“What?” Breon asked.
“He said to me that he wants me to call her my stepmother,” Trina explained, shaking her head and sipping on her lemonade. “I stopped him right then and there and told him that there was no way in hell I would ever be calling that woman my stepmother. She lucky I even address her as anything other than Bitch, because I’m a nice person.”
Right then, Breon broke out in an uncontrollable chuckle. He loved to watch how stirred up Trina got when talking about her stepmother. Such a topic always brought out the biggest emotions in Trina, which Breon liked to see.
“Okay, okay,” Breon said. “Well, I was just thinkin’ ‘cause I ain’t seen your daddy in a minute and I was just wonderin’ what he was up to.”
“He ain’t up to nothin’,” Trina said. “He probably just up there workin’. You know how he is… always working, even if he got the money already in the bank.”
Just as Trina finished her sentence, she realized what could very well be going on here. It dawned on her that maybe Breon had brought up her father because he wanted to ask him about proposing to his daughter. Trina was not in favor of this, but she wasn’t going to come out and say it. In fact, she was very careful with her words because she didn’t want to let on to Breon that she’d heard he was at the mall, going into the jewelry store. She decided to brighten up her attitude a bit and play along. “Well,” she said. “On second thought, maybe we can go see my daddy or somethin’. But not for our anniversary or nothin’ like that. I wanna be as far away from family, especially them two sisters of mine, as I can be for our anniversary. Especially since I’mma have to deal with all of them for Christmas Eve. I still don’t know if I’mma go to my daddy’s side of the family on Christmas Day. I might.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Breon said. “Interesting.”
“Interesting?” Trina asked. “Why you say that it’s interesting, Breon?”
“From the way you sound, you can’t stand your daddy and shit,” Breon said, “but you still go to his side of the family and their family functions.”
“You know I love my daddy’s family,” Trina said. “It’s just my daddy I can’t stand with his cheatin’ ass. Anyway, that’s for another day.”
Breon suspected the food would be coming out shortly, so he decided to get up and go to the bathroom. After taking a piss and washing and drying his hands, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He’d been anxious to see who had messaged him while he was sitting at the table. To his surprise, he found a MISSED TEXT MESSAGE alert on his screen from Aunt Silvia 2, which he remembered saving Nikki’s phone number under. Right there, alone in the men’s restroom of Logan’s Steakhouse, he opened the text message. Instantly, the word shit slipped out of his mouth. Nikki had sent a phot of herself, naked. She was bent over, on her bed, with her big ass in the air. Quickly, so he could see every detail of the photo, Breon stepped under the restroom light by the sink. There, he could see the plump roundness that was Nikki’s pussy.
“Damn, she got a fat pussy,” he said, shaking his head. He’d seen her chest during the fight, so this was perfect. “That shit look wet as fuck.”
Judging by the angle of the photo, it looked as if maybe Nikki had used some sort of webcam on a computer to take the photo. For the next several seconds, Breon’s eyes feasted on the very thing that had caught his attention, with its jiggle, when Nikki had jumped out of his SUV. Her ass was so big and round and smooth. And it was just the right color of brown. Her thighs were so thick that even with her being bent over, they pressed together in the sexiest way. Her small waist and thick calves were only icing on the cake for him.
Initially, Breon was going to delete the picture and put his phone back into his pocket. He didn’t want to spend too much time in the bathroom because he figured that Trina might start to wonder what was taking him so long. However, temptation had gotten the best of him. He saved the photo to his phone before deleting it from his text messages. He responded to Nikki.
Damn that ass is phat
He stood there for a minute or so, deciding that if Nikki responded back quickly, he would message her for a couple of minutes then hurry back out to the table. Again, he was in luck. Nikki responded to his text right away.
Nikki: LOL. Thanks. Just thought I would send that to you.
Breon: What you send me that pic for?
Nikki: Just cause LOL
Breon: That pussy look fat too
Nikki: LOL it is. Wet too
Breon shook his head, looking back at the photo in his gallery. He looked it up and down again, trying to see if there were any details that he’d missed. His eyes, yet again, zoomed in on Nikki’s pussy.
In every way, it reminded him of a muffin, which was something he really liked. He grabbed his crotch, feeling his dick start to inflate. Desperately, he wanted it to go down. With his size, there was no way he’d be able to walk back out to the booth to Trina without other people in the restaurant noticing his bulge.
Nikki: That dick tasted so good. Look like it would go good in my pussy.
Breon: Lol. Why you playin’ with a nigga like this?
Nikki: Boy, you saw the photo. Ain’t nobody playin’ with you. You know you want this ass.
Trina then popped into Breon’s mind once again. In so many ways, he wished right then that he could be in two places at once. The fact of the matter was that if he were not at Logan’s Steakhouse with Trina, he would be texting Nikki as long as he possibly could. Once again, he went back to his photo gallery and looked at Nikki’s ass. He couldn’t help but compare it to several chicks in porn he’d seen online. It was so fat it almost looked unreal.
Another text message from Nikki popped up on Breon’s phone.
Nikki: Guess you gon’ just ignore me now, huh. Lol
Breon: No, no. I’m just busy right now. Can I hit you up later on and stuff and see wassup with that ass then?
Nikki: Hell yea nigga.
Breon: Coo
Quickly, like any man would, Breon deleted the text message conversation he’d been having with Nikki. Once he was sure that all of the messages were gone, and sure again that her number was saved under his Aunt Silvia’s name, Breon shoved his phone back into his pocket and head back out to the table. There, he and Trina’s food was waiting. He slid into his seat and smiled.
“Okay, I’m back,” Breon said.
“Dang,” Trina said. “What took you so long?”
Breon shrugged, knowing that he needed to come up with a plausible reason for why he’d been in the bathroom for so long. “Uh, well,” he said, hesitantly. “Ray hit me up.”
“Oh, yeah?” Trina said. “What’s he up to? When the last time you been by to see him anyway? I was just thinkin’ about him not too long ago, especially when you said that you was try’na hit him up earlier this week.”
“You know what that nigga is up to, Trina,” Breon said. “Ain’t nothin’ changed.”
“He ain’t got another baby on the way, do he?” Trina asked, shaking her head. “You know how that nigga is, Breon. Every time you look up, he done got some other chick pregnant. When is he gon’ stop? He already got what? Five babies or somethin’ like that?”
Breon chuckled, finding Trina’s perspective of his boy Ray funny. Ray was always a playboy and was always gonna be a playboy. “Naw, Trina,” Breon said, trying to get the mental image of Nikki’s ass in the photo out of his mind. “He ain’t got no other baby on the way. Actually, that’s what I was gonna tell you. After I went to the party last night, over at Wayne’s house on the south side like I told you, I stopped by Ray’s place.”
“You did?” Trina asked, sounding surprised. “Hold up. He actually wasn’t in jail for the weekend? I guess that one baby mama he got, whatever her name is, must be bein’ nice to him and stuff now. Last I heard you talkin’ about Ray, he was stayin’ in jail practically every weekend for unpaid child support.”
“That’s the thing,” Breon said. “That nigga done caught up on his child support now, so he won’t be in jail on the weekends… Well, he won’t be in jail on the weekends for the next month or two anyway. You know how quickly that change with that nigga.”
Breon and Trina continued eating their meals. They chit chatted about this and that, all the way from the drama going on in Breon’s family, which was usually minimal, to what all was going on with Trina’s family. They then went back to talking about their anniversary weekend. It took every bit of restraint for Trina to stop herself from coming out and asking Breon if what her sister Monique had said was true. However, she knew better than to ask because it could totally spoil the surprise.
After they finished eating at Logan's, Breon felt himself getting a little turned on during the ride home. Usually, when he’d had a big meal like the one at Logan’s Steakhouse, his dick was on the rise and ready to fuck something. As they headed back to their apartment, being careful as snow was falling yet ago, Breon leaned over and rubbed Trina’s thighs. Her thighs were nice and thick, but they were nothing compared to Nikki’s thighs. Her thighs looked as if each were both of Trina’s thighs combined.
When Breon pulled into a parking spot outside of their apartment and followed Trina up the stairs, he slapped her ass. That photo that Nikki sent really got him going, so much so that he was ready to get inside as quickly as possible and lay some pipe. Once inside of the apartment, Breon had barely closed the door before he grabbed Trina. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. After breaking their embrace, Breon looked into the eyes of the woman he intended to propose to in the very-near future. “I love you, Trina,” he said. “I swear to God, girl. I love you with all my fuckin’ heart.”
Trina smiled, knowing that Breon meant every word that he said. “I love you too, Breon,” she said. “I really do.”
Breon raised his eyebrows, letting Trina know that it was that time. As Trina was leading Breon to the bedroom, Breon decided that he wanted a change of scenery. “Naw, naw,” he said, pulling Trina back toward the living room. “I wanna do something different.”
Following Breon’s lead, Trina went with him out to the living room. There, the two embraced passionately on the couch. Within a matter of minutes, Breon had pulled Trina’s shirt up over her head and had thrown it in an obscure direction. Trina giggled, loving the way that Breon always took control of her when he wanted some pussy. He was so aggressive and moved with so much confidence that she would practically melt into his arms. Breon reached around to Trina’s back and felt around until he undid her bra. Once it was off, he pressed his face into her chest and motor boated—slamming the sides of his face against the insides of her breasts. Trina rubbed her hands over Breon’s faded hair as he enjoyed himself in her bosom.
“Boy, stop,” Trina said, playfully. “Why you gotta always do that?”
Breon pulled his face out of Trina’s chest and looked up into her eyes. “Girl, what you talkin’ bout?” he asked. “You know I love these titties.” He then gently kissed both of her nipples, going back and forth until he kissed his way up to her neck. Trina sighed when she felt the tingle of Breon’s mustache and beard against her skin.
“Is that right?” Trina asked. She then backed away from him and dropped down to her knees. “I know what else you like.”
Breon looked down at Trina as she undid his belt buckle then his zipper. Breon lifted up slightly so that Trina could pull his jeans and underwear down, only stopping once they were bunched up around his ankles. “Oh, is that right?” he asked, sounding seductive. “You like suckin’ on that dick, don’t you?”
Without speaking, Trina looked up at Breon. She smiled as she grabbed his soft penis and took it into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with Breon. Breon took a deep breath as he felt Trina’s silky mouth take in his manhood. She performed oral sex on him until he was rock hard, his dick rising into the air in front of him. Everything about the scene was on point, as the early afternoon sun, which was ten times as bright as it would normally be because of the snow, illuminated the room. As Trina sucked on Breon’s manhood, his mind took him back to last night. Trina’s mouth felt good, but it was nowhere near as wet and sloppy as Nikki’s was. However, Nikki surely had several more years of practice than Trina did, and that was one thing that Breon liked about Nikki.
Breon rubbed the dome of Trina’s head as she tried to take as much of his manhood in her mouth as she could. Trina worked hard, as she always did. They’d both, playfully, talked about how Trina had made it her goal to deep throat Breon one day. His dick was just too big for her to take all the way into her throat, but she was going to continue trying.
Having had enough of Trina giving him h
ead, Breon grabbed her torso and lifted her up. He turned her around, kissing her waist softly before he pulled her pants down and slapped her ass. “I’m bout to beat this pussy up,” he said.
“Go ahead,” Trina said, ready to feel her insides stretched out. “Nigga, you know this pussy is yours.”
Breon chuckled, leaning in to kiss on Trina’s ass cheeks. Once he’d had enough, he stood up. He held her body tightly as he kissed the back of her neck then turned her around. Trina followed Breon’s lead, bending over as far as she could when she felt his hand pressing into her back. Breon bit his bottom lip as he gripped Trina’s waist and pressed his way inside of her. Trina gasped for air upon feeling her insides stretch. She had been trying to wait up last night after Monique and Tamar left to see if she could get some then, but she’d fallen asleep while waiting.
“Shit,” Trina said, causing Breon’s dick to throb. “Fuck this dick is big.”
“Hmm, hmm,” Breon said. “You like this dick, don’t you.” He pushed further into her, looking down at his dick and seeing that he had a few more inches to go before he was balls deep. No matter how Trina’s insides felt, Breon always went balls deep then would stop so that she could adjust. The last thing he wanted to do was tear up her insides; however, Trina had long ago admitted that she liked to be left a little sore. She often joked about the guy she was talking to before Breon and how he would try his hardest to leave her sore, but his efforts were never enough, nor was his size.
Breon slowly pushed his way balls deep into Trina. He then gripped her hip with one hand and pulled his shirt up and over his head with the other. Now ready to focus, he gripped her tightly and slammed into her in a steady, medium-speed rhythm. Trina’s ass jiggled as she moaned and squealed, feeling Breon’s manhood practically in the depths of her stomach. She screamed from the pleasure, her knees eventually buckling to the point where she had to press them into the couch. Once she did so, she arched her back and rested her head on the back of the couch.
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