The Wrath of a Side Chick: A Chicago Hood Drama (Side Chick's Wrath Book 1)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Fuck!” Breon exclaimed. “This pussy is so wet, girl. Fuck.”

  “Hmm, hmm,” Trina said, nodding her head. “Fuck this pussy, Breon. Oh my God, this dick feels good. Shit, nigga.”

  Hearing Trina egg him on only caused Breon’s dick to throb and get even harder. Now, almost like a solid pipe, he slid in and out of her. In the background of their passionate moans was the wet, sloppy sound of Breon pushing his way in and out of her pussy. After several minutes of him long stroking Trina, he could feel her insides tensing up around his dick. He knew what that meant.

  “Breon!” Trina yelled. “Breon! I’m about to come. Fuuuuck! I’m about to come.” Trina now sounded as if she were about to cry—tears of joy and not pain.

  Breon had been having sex since he was a teenagerand knew just how to tell when a chick was about to squirt. He went hard for a few minutes more before pulling out and backing away a couple of feet. Just as he did so, slapping her ass, he watched a stream shoot out from between her legs and down onto the carpet, splattering. This was his favorite part when he and Trina would get it on. From this point on, her insides would be slippery wet and warm.

  Breon’s chest pumped up and down as he breathed heavily, watching Trina’s slim, but shapely, body quiver from what he’d done to her. He then stepped forward, gripped her hips tightly, and pushed his way back inside. The picture of Nikki’s ass popped into Breon’s mind, causing him to get even hornier. His balls tightened up as he imagined what it would be like to ride Nikki until the sun came up. Her ass was probably twice as big as Trina’s was, and her pussy, based on the picture she’d sent to him, was twice as plump. With this thought in mind, Breon couldn’t control himself. He knew he was about to really go hard.

  Trina screamed with pleasure as she felt Breon slamming as hard as he could against her body. “Fuck, Breon!” she said. “You goin’ so hard.”

  “I told you, baby,” Breon said. “I told you I was gon’ tear this pussy up, didn’t I?” He slapped her ass so hard that he could see a faint imprint of his hand on her skin. “I told you I was gon’ beat this pussy up. You know I don’t play.”

  For the next several minutes, as Breon long stroked his way deep into Trina’s insides, he bit his bottom lip in concentration. He wanted to fuck Nikki so bad that he was lost in a daze, not paying any attention to whether or not Trina could take any more of his manhood. Whatever she was saying was irrelevant. Soon enough, the thought of Nikki’s big, round ass bouncing against his lower abdomen was just too much. His body tensed up as he groaned with pleasure and released inside of Trina. Heavy beads of sweat rolled down his body as his softening dick slid out of Trina and hung down in front of him. Trina turned around and looked into Breon’s eyes.

  “Damn, Breon,” she said, rubbing her stomach. “What got into you today? Damn, that was good. It was like you was extra horny or something.”

  Breon snickered, thinking to himself if you only knew. He shook his head and said, “Nothing. I was just too busy thinking about you and how that pussy felt.” The fact that he was lying didn’t even occur to him. Now more than ever, he wanted to do the same thing to Nikki. And he didn’t really feel guilty about his desires.

  CHAPTER 6

  All the talk about dick on a Saturday morning really got Gracelyn’s engine’s going, figuratively, of course. Sure, she’d had a nice time with the guy last night. However, she was also not completely filled up or satisfied with him, either. As she headed into work, she found herself looking at various thugs walking down the street or down the sides of the road. At times, she could even see their bulges—bulges that made her think even more about how she wanted a nice, big dick to enjoy, perhaps when she got off of work that night.

  Gracelyn clocked in and went up to the manager’s office, which was on the second floor at the front of the Kroger. There, she knocked on the beige door and waited for the manager, Mr. Gray, to get off of the phone. Once he did, he told her to come in. Feeling every bit of herself and her wonderful plumpness, Gracelyn walked into the office.

  “Hey Mr. Gray,” she said. “How you doin’ today?”

  At fifty years old, Gray was certainly older than Gracelyn. In fact, the man was old enough to be her father. Nonetheless, the married man of thirty years always had a special sweet tooth when it came to big, shapely women. There was something about them that really drove him crazy, especially when they were clearly attracted to him as he was still in shape for his age. The notorious beer belly had not set in yet, thankfully.

  “I’m good, Gracelyn,” Gray said, looking her up and down. “How are you?” He noticed the way her uniform pants were practically bursting at the seams. Her hips were calling his name, as was the rubbing of the cloth between her legs when she walked.

  “I’m good, I’m good,” Gracelyn responded. “Where you want me to work today? I was on the cash register yesterday, but I’m coo with stocking if you need.”

  Normally, Gray didn’t have a problem with women stocking product. However, he liked to have Gracelyn out on the floor. Something about coming downstairs from his office and seeing her plump body working on the cash register really got to him. It was like candy to him, and he needed to get his fix every so often. “Actually,” he said, digging through his desk drawer for keys. “I think you will do just fine today on the register. Just make sure you’re extra nice to the customers.”

  Gracelyn stepped forward and grabbed the keys from Gray. Without a doubt, she could feel Gray’s eyes staring her down. At times, she liked the attention she got from him. Other times, she felt as if she were a piece of meat or just an object. After what happened last night, all Gracelyn had on her mind was getting some young meat. And, from the looks of it, Gray probably wasn’t the kind of guy who would be packing the size or energy that she needed anyway.

  Gracelyn walked out of Gray’s office with the keys to her register and headed downstairs. After being counted into a drawer by a supervisor and assigned a particular cash register, she worked the next few hours of her Saturday afternoon checking customers out. As Gray said, she made sure to be nice to the customers, especially the men.

  Around 3:00 pm, Gracelyn’s supervisor, Debbie, appeared and instructed Gracelyn to go ahead and take her lunch break. Gracelyn didn’t have to be told twice. While she wasn’t hungry at the moment, she was more than happy to disappear for a good thirty minutes and zone out from the sounds of the pinging scanner she’d been listening to for the last couple of hours. As soon as Gracelyn made sure that her drawer was locked down and her lane was closed, she slid back into her coat and rushed out to her car. There, she sat in thought.

  “Fuck, I want some dick,” Gracelyn said to herself, her fists on her thighs. She thought more and more about how her roommate Nikki had been going on and on, first thing in the morning, about meeting Breon and sucking his dick out in the car at the party on the south side. While she would never go after a man that her friend had messed around with, his friend Ray, who Gracelyn had messed with a couple months ago, was surely not off limits. Gracelyn smiled as she thought about Ray. He wasn’t the cutest guy in the face, but he more than made up for it in the pants. On top of all that, while he probably wouldn’t try to talk to her on a serious, relationship-like way, he obviously liked a BBW like so many other dudes that Gracelyn had met along the way.

  Gracelyn decided that she’d hit up Ray and see what was going on with him. Once she finished her break, she knew she’d only have a few more hours of work before she could go running out of the door. Only a few minutes after texting Ray, Gracelyn’s phone vibrated. She’d been resting, with her head back and against the seat when she heard it. Quickly, she grabbed her phone and opened the text message.

  Ray: Who this?

  Gracelyn shook her head. However, she really couldn’t be surprised. She figured that Ray was just the kind of guy to have multiple chicks at the same time. And it showed, especially with how he manhandled her in the bed that one time they’d messed around. Gracely
n secretly hoped that Ray hadn’t changed; that he wasn’t in a committed relationship that would get in the way of her stopping by his place for a little one-on-one time.

  As Gracelyn was preparing to respond to Ray’s text message, she decided that she’d do something different. Rather than explaining who she was, as he obviously didn’t know and very well may not have remembered her name, she decided that she’d send a photo. Quickly, she looked through her photos to see which one she liked the most. After searching through them, she found a photo she’d taken of herself lying in the bed one morning a couple of months ago. She’d had only a white sheet over her body, all the way up to where it barely covered her plump, D-cup chest. She was smiling as she looked into the camera.

  Gracelyn sent the photo to Ray and waited with anticipation. Seconds passed and Ray’s response put a smile on her face.

  Ray: Wassup?

  Gracelyn: Can you talk?

  Ray: Yeah… Hit me up when you can.

  Without hesitation, Gracelyn pressed Ray’s name and called him.

  “Wassup, sexy?” Ray answered. “Been a minute since I heard from you.”

  Gracelyn smiled. She could hear the affection in Ray’s voice—affection that told her he was craving some BBW love. “What you mean been a minute since you heard from me?” she asked, sarcastically. “It’s been a minute since I heard from you. What you been up to lately?”

  “Shit, same ole same ole,” Ray responded. “Just out here making this money so I can pay this child support.”

  “I feel you on that,” Gracelyn said.

  “What you doin’ right now, sexy?” Ray asked. “Shit, a nigga is at the crib chillin’ if you wanna come through and chill with me for a second and shit and, you know.”

  Gracelyn blushed as she looked out at the snowy Kroger parking lot. Cars pushed down the slushy road out front as light flurries fell from the sky. “Fuck,” she said. “I’m actually on break at work right now and I was just thinkin’ about you and thought that I would hit you up.”

  “Is that so?” Ray asked, lowering his voice. “What was you thinkin’ about a nigga for?”

  “Oh nothing,” Gracelyn said. She then giggled. “I was just thinkin’ bout you since I’mma be free for a little bit tonight. I ain’t know what you was doin’, so I thought that I would hit you up. Had a bad night last night that only made me think of you.”

  Ray chuckled. “Oh really?” he asked. “What happened last night that made a bitch think about a nigga, huh? What you talkin’ bout?”

  “Just this guy,” Gracelyn said, being careful with her words. “I won’t go into too many details, but I’m so damn frustrated and it’s built up in me. I feel like I can’t find no man in all of Chicago who can handle a sexy chick like me. I just…I don’t know.”

  Gracelyn knew what men liked about BBWs. They liked the challenge. And even more than that, she knew that men liked to think, or be told, that they were that much better than the last man. If there was anything that she remembered from her time with Ray, it was that he had plenty of confidence. He was literally a warrior in the bedroom and had taken her down like no other. She only hoped that he’d do the same again, especially with how she was feeling right now.

  “Damn, did the nigga disappoint you or something?” Ray asked, in a way that told Gracelyn he was probably on the other end shaking his head.

  “I mean…” Gracelyn said hesitantly as she thought. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. He wasn’t you. Let’s just say that.”

  Ray chuckled. “Yeah, I bet he wasn’t,” he said. “You gon’ be hard pressed to find a nigga in the Chi who would be able to handle you like I could. You just too much woman for a lot of men.”

  Gracelyn giggled. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” she said. “I been on a diet lately, but I can only seem to lose weight in my stomach and waist area. Everything is staying the same and I can’t figure out why.”

  “Is that so?” Ray asked, his curiosity peaked. “Don’t you go losing too much weight now, okay? I don’t think you the kind of chick who gon’ look right skinny and shit, but that’s just my opinion.”

  “Skinny?” Gracelyn asked. “Me? Fuck all that. I would never do that to myself. Plus, I thought about that just the other day. What the fuck would my pussy look like if I lost all this weight? That ain’t gon work for me.”

  Ray chuckled again, loving Gracelyn’s confidence. “Well shit,” he said. “What time is you supposed to be gettin’ off and shit? I thought you was tellin’ me some shit about you work at a grocery store or a mall or some shit like that?”

  “Yeah, I work at a Kroger out south,” Gracelyn said. “And I’mma be getting off around eight o’clock. My roommate prolly ain’t gon’ be home, and I ain’t gon have shit else to do. I know I’mma be hungry as fuck ‘cause I ain’t bring my lunch with me today, but I guess I can go home and see what I got.”

  “Word?” Ray said. “Well, look here, if you try’na come through and chill with a nigga when you get off, maybe I can take you to get somethin’ to eat. I know this Denny’s I like to go to, far out that we could hit up where we ain’t gotta worry about runnin’ into no stupid ass niggas and shit if you’d be down for that.”

  “Hell yeah,” Gracelyn said, feeling as if she’d hit the jackpot. “Okay, okay. Well, I’m about to head back into this stupid ass store and shit. If you want, I can hit you up when I clock out and we can go from there.”

  “Bet,” Ray said. “Do that. You said eight o’clock, right? I can be free around then and shit. Just hit me up.”

  Gracelyn and Ray ended the phone call as Gracelyn braved the cold, Windy City wind and headed back across the parking lot. The last few hours of her shift were full of the usual. Various families, most of which were regulars, came in to do their normal weekend shopping. At down times, between customers, Gracelyn stood there and thought about how much she wanted to ride Ray. She knew that he’d never let her sit on his face, let alone actually go down on her. But that was okay. He made up for it in every other way, and for that reason, she was so excited.

  When eight o’clock came, Gracelyn took her drawer upstairs to count it out. Once she finished, Debby came and signed her out, certifying that her drawer balance was correct and that she was free to go home. Just as Gracelyn had clocked out and was getting her coat, Mr. Gray stepped out of his office. “Gracelyn, are you just about ready to leave?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” Gracelyn said. It became very clear, right away, that Mr. Gray was looking Gracelyn up and down. She prayed every day that he would never make any advances toward her because they would be rejected. Gracelyn simply was not into older men, no matter how much they clearly loved or fetishized a BBW.

  “Okay,” Gray said, getting a cold vibe off of Gracelyn. “Well, just make sure you’re on time tomorrow. And when you get here, come into my office and see me so we can have a little chat.”

  At first, Gracelyn was going to ask why they were going to have a little chat. She then decided that it didn’t matter. With a clock just above Gray’s door, she could see that the time was going on two minutes past 8:00. She was already feeling anxious to hit up Ray, as she knew that if she didn’t, some other chick might slip into her place and her texts and calls would be getting ignored.

  “Okay, I will,” Gracelyn responded. She then turned around and headed toward the steps. All the while, she could feel Gray’s eyes staring at her backside. She made sure to let it sway from side to side until she was out of sight.

  As soon as Gracelyn got into her car, she pulled her phone out and called Ray. She got a little nervous as the phone was on the third ring before he answered. “Wassup?” he said.

  “I’m off work now,” Gracelyn said. “Was you still try’na hook up and stuff. I’m hungry as fuck and even more frustrated because of last night then I was when I got here. I need to cu…” Gracelyn stopped herself, purposely. This was a tactic she used often to get men’s interest because she was a proud squirter and wasn’t a
shamed to admit it. “I’m ready to chill for a minute is what I meant.”

  “Hmm, hmm,” Ray said. “Shit, I got my clothes on and stuff if you ready to meet up. Did you wanna come here first and then we head out to the Denny’s or did you wanna just meet there then come here?”

  “I mean…,” Gracelyn said. “What Denny’s is you talkin’ bout?”

  Ray referenced the roads he knew in the area then answered. “You know where it is?”

  “Of course,” Gracelyn said. “I can meet you there. That would be easier than me comin’ all the way to where you stay then backtracking.”

  Ray and Gracelyn agreed on meeting at the Denny’s. Quickly, Gracelyn started her engine and headed over to the Denny’s. There, she waited in the parking lot for a few minutes before she saw Ray’s cold, blue Chevy Impala roll into the parking lot. He pulled into a spot next to Gracelyn and hopped out of the car. Gracelyn then did the same and smiled.

  “Wassup?” Gracelyn said, already turned on by Ray’s swag. His clean, black jeans were sagging down to his knees. His Jordans looked as if they were literally fresh out of the box. He wore a long sleeve black V-neck shirt underneath his North Face coat.

  “Shit, you ready to eat?” Ray asked, looking Gracelyn up and down with a smile.

  Gracelyn followed Ray into the restaurant where the two of them slid into a booth. He looked around the restaurant to make sure that there wasn’t anyone that he knew. Once he saw that the restaurant was filled with several clusters of older white people, they spent the next several minutes catching up and talking about everyday things. Eventually, Ray couldn’t take any more. Watching Gracelyn’s big, heavy chest move as she ate was turning him on. He leaned in. “Them titties lookin’ like they gettin’ a little bigger over there,” he said.

  Gracelyn looked down and giggled. “Boy, stop,” she said, shaking her head. “No, they not.”