Jerome quickly headed down the basement steps to get Breon’s weed. Breon wondered what Jerome’s basement looked like. In all the time’s he’d come over to Jerome’s house, he’d always been kept in the front room, which was where he entertained guests.
As Breon was gazing into space, he heard footsteps coming down the bedroom hallway. He looked up to find a chick, looking out into the living room, with nothing but a white sheet around her body. “You know where Jerome went to?” she asked.
Breon had to catch himself and stop from licking his lips. The white sheet did little to hide how thick this little honey was, and it was in all the right places. Her skin tone, which was a dark ebony and smooth, only made her all the more attractive. He pointed toward the basement steps. “He went downstairs right quick to get something,” he responded.
“Oh,” the chick said, looking into Breon’s eyes for a couple of seconds too long. “Okay.”
Just as she was turning around to head back to the bedroom, Jerome had come back up the basement steps. The two exchanged words, quietly, before Breon heard Jerome slap the chick’s ass and send her running back to the bedroom. “I’m bout to come get that pussy,” he said before coming back into the living room.
“Sorry about that,” Jerome said. “She kinda needy. I don’t have her over too much, but last night, I was needin’ that shit.”
Jerome handed the weed to Breon as Breon pulled his money out of his pocket and handed it over. Breon stood up, trying to let Jerome know that he wasn’t going to stay long. His goal now was to hit Nikki up. Seeing the thick chick come out from the bedroom was enough to make him want to go and get some of his own. Trina calling and telling him that she and her family were going out to dinner instead of cooking made it all the better. There was no doubt that they’d probably stop at a mall or shopping center when they were finished eating. That was usually the order of things, especially if Monique was with the two of them.
“Thanks, man,” Jerome said, noticing that Breon was standing up. “You leavin’ already. You sure you don’t wanna chill for a second and smoke or nothin’?”
“Naw,” Breon said. “I betta get goin’. I gotta go get some pussy my damn self and shit, so I can’t chill today. Put it on everything that next time I come through, we gon’ chill and chop it up, okay?”
“Bet,” Jerome said, shaking Breon’s hand. “A'ight then, nigga. Be safe out there.”
Breon said bye to Jerome as he headed back out to his SUV. Once inside, he started the engine and turned on the heat. He called Nikki, hoping that she would be free right now. Luck must have been on his side because she answered. “Hello?” Nikki answered, softly.
“Hey, wassup?” Breon said. “Remember me?”
“Yeah, you know I do,” Nikki said. “Shit, I thought that you forgot about a bitch or somethin’. You was supposed to hit me back up yesterday and shit, when you got done doin’ whatever it was that you was doin, but, of course, I never heard from you and shit.”
“Yeah, my bad,” Breon said. “I got caught up in some stuff and had to handle some business, so I was busy. What you up to?”
“Shit just got in from going and seeing the family and shit like that,” Nikki said. “I actually just got out the shower and was about to take a nap.”
“Just got out of the shower, huh?” Breon asked. “Well, shit, I’m free myself right now. I actually just picked up some smoke from a buddy of mine. If you free for a little bit and wanna smoke, I can come and pick you up or come to your place or whatever. I don’t know if you told me who you live with or where you even live for that matter.”
“Yeah, I got a roommate,” Nikki said. “But she real cool and stuff. I don’t know if she here right now or what, I ain’t seen her. But it is Sunday, so she might be asleep or something. If you wanna come through, you can. I ain’t got no problem with it. All I gotta do is put some clothes on and shit and I can be ready to entertain a little company.”
It took all of his gentlemanly strength for Breon to not tell Nikki that she didn’t have to put any clothes on. Based on the picture she’d sent him, her body was a work of art. Clothes would only take away from that.
“Shit, okay, where you stay?” Breon asked, his temptation to go further with his old acquaintance getting the best of him.
***
When Breon got to Nikki’s apartment complex, he carefully drove around until he found the right address. Once he did, he pulled into a parking space not too far away from the entrance to her building. Anxiously, he walked up to her apartment and knocked on the door. Within seconds, the door swung open and Nikki greeted him with a smile. He stepped into the apartment.
“Wassup, nigga?” she said, playfully. “Long time no see.” She giggled.
Breon chuckled as he pushed the door closed then hugged Nikki. As he did so, he looked over her shoulder and down her back. Fuck, he thought. That ass sticks out so fuckin’ far.
Nikki pointed at her couch then insisted that Breon have a seat. His did so, pulling the weed he’d just gotten from Jerome’s place out of his pocket. “Shit, you wanna smoke?” he asked.
Nikki sat down on the couch next to Breon. “Hell, yeah,” he said. “Shit, I was thinking that we was gon’ be smokin’ at Wayne’s house on Friday night, but they wasn’t goin’ hard like that. And, you know, with what happened…”
Breon shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “Not with the older people in the family there. They wasn’t gon’ be doin’ all that with them there. Plus, the nigga just got out of prison, you know. And you ain’t gotta go bringing that up. It happens, okay?”
Nikki smiled, finding Breon’s words to be so comforting. “Yeah,” she said, then lightening her mood as she’d been worried about how Breon might see her since the fight. “You right. It’s okay. That bitch was just mad because she jealous. So, what you been up to today?”
“Shit,” Breon said, now relaxing a bit more. “Just went and saw some family and stuff, then had to run some errands.”
“So what made you think about a bitch?” Nikki asked. “I was hopin’ that you was gon’ hit me up yesterday while my roommate was at work and shit, but you didn’t. That’s coo, though. I understand. I know you prolly gotta run scared of your chick.” She shook her head and smiled.
“Now you think you funny, huh?” Breon asked. “And naw, I ain’t gotta run scared of her. She out with her people right now and shit and you been on my mind since Friday night and yesterday. Why you send me that picture yesterday? Why you send that to me?” Breon licked his lips. “You had a nigga out in public with a hard dick and shit. Why you send that to me?”
Nikki shrugged her shoulders and looked away. “‘Cause,” she said. “I was just thinkin’ that it was somethin’ you’d like to see.” Nikki noticed the way Breon’s eyes angled down and toward her hips and ass. “My bad,” she said. “If it was somethin’ that you ain’t wanna see, then you shoulda just told me.” She looked away. “I won’t send nothin’ else like that to you again.”
Breon picked up on the sarcasm in Nikki’s voice. He licked his lips and extended his arm toward her body, grabbing her hip. “Naw, I ain’t say all that,” he said. “It’s just that that picture was a lot for a nigga to look at all of the sudden is all. You got a nice ass body.”
“Thanks,” Nikki said. “Sometimes, I feel like I need to lose weight, but I don’t know if I will. I really ain’t the kinda chick who would be going to the gym and stuff or nothin’ like that. Maybe I could start goin’ to the park and joggin’ and stuff, but I don’t know.”
“Naw, naw, naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. “Why the fuck you think you need to lose some weight?”
“‘Cause,” Nikki said, looking down at her body, which was dressed in red pajama pants and a wife beater. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I just feel like I’m gettin’ a little too big. It’s like my panties don’t fit the way they used to, my pajamas is tight as hell.”
Breon had to look away as he felt his dick
start to rise. The very thought of Nikki’s ass in panties, especially some clean, all-white panties simply drove him crazy. It was just too much to even think about, let alone imagine. “Naw,” he said. “That’s how they supposed to be, Nikki. You don’t wanna be walkin’ around in loose panties and shit. Naw, you don’t need to lose no weight.”
There was a brief pause where Nikki looked into Breon’s eyes. Like Friday night, she wanted to lean over, pull his dick out of his pants, and feast. However, she decided that she was going to be a lady when Breon arrived. “So, shit,” she said. “I’m ready to smoke when you are.”
Breon felt around his coat pocket, remembering that he’d had an extra Swisher in one of his pockets from yesterday. Once he found it, he asked Nikki for a flat surface that he could use to roll it. She went and grabbed him a magazine, all the while Breon watched her ass jiggle as she walked back to her bedroom. Watching her go back to her bedroom then made him think about the roommate.
“Your roommate?” he asked. “She ain’t here right now or what?”
Nikki shook her head as she sat back down onto the couch. “Naw,” she said. “She musta left before I woke up and stuff ‘cause she ain’t in her room. I texted her to see where she was at, but she ain’t responded yet. Don’t worry, though. Generally, when she’s gone like this, she is either at work or hanging out with some of her friends or something.”
Breon finished rolling the blunt, making sure to be extra generous with how much weed he packed in it. Once he finished, Nikki made a comment about the size of the blunt. “Damn, that’s a big, fat blunt,” she said. “Just how I like’em. Big and fat.”
Breon looked over at Nikki, knowing exactly what she meant. There was no doubt in his mind that would be how she liked them. The ways her eyes practically glazed over when he pulled his dick out of his pants in his truck after the party at Wayne’s house was more than enough proof. “Is that so?” he said. “Well, yeah, I got a big, fat one for you.”
Nikki quickly grabbed a lighter from the kitchen and the two of them smoked the blunt. “So, we really ain’t get much time to talk after Wayne’s party,” Nikki said after hitting the blunt. “I mean, I was try’na find out what’s been up with you since high school and shit since we ain’t seen each other since then. I don’t remember if I heard that you went to college or not.”
Breon nodded his head. “I went for one year at the University of Chicago,” he said. “But I ain’t go after that. That shit just wasn’t for me. Sitting up and payin’ for a buncha classes and shit to learn a buncha shit that you don’t even need to know. What about you?”
Nikki shrugged. “I thought about it,” she said. “My mama was try’na get me to go, even offered to pay for it. But I just wasn’t feelin’ it. I went to a couple tour kinda things and shit like that. Then I did this day where you basically shadow a college student so you can see what life is like on a college campus and stuff. Naw, that shit wasn’t for me either. I decided I’d just be better off working and taking a break for a while. Now that I’m gettin’ a little older, I been thinkin’ about goin’ back to college and gettin’ a degree, but I don’t know what I would go for.”
“I see,” Breon said, now handing the blunt back to Nikki. He looked down at her body. “I see.” He paused. “So, you ain’t got no dude?”
“Well, damn,” Nikki said. “Why you come out and ask me like that?”
“I mean,” Breon said, chuckling as he realized how that must have sounded. “I was just askin’ and shit because a nigga wanna know.”
“What difference do it make?” Nikki asked. “Don’t you got a chick and shit that you live with or somethin’?”
“Yeah,” Breon said, feeling a little suspicious as he didn’t remember specifically telling Nikki such information. “I mean, we stay together and stuff, but nothing serious. So, to answer my question, you ain’t got no dude or nothin’?”
Nikki shook her head. “Naw,” she said. “I don’t, at the moment. I was talkin’ to this one nigga for a while, but all he wanted to do was fuck around on me and shit with a whole buncha different chicks. I couldn’t do that shit no more, so I had to cut it off.”
“What you mean fuck around on you?” Breon asked, surprised. “What in the world could he be finding that was better out there than what you bringing to the table?”
Nikki shrugged. “That’s the same shit I was thinkin’,” she said. “I mean, he was even fuckin’ around with this sloppy ass fat chick, who was baldheaded at that.” Nikki’s lip curled up as if she was disgusted with even thinking about it. “After I found out about that shit, I had to cut that nigga off and shit because I just wasn’t going to go for that no more.”
“I don’t blame you,” Breon said. The blunt now came back to him. “You got a real nice body.”
“Is this nice body the reason you over here right now?” Nikki asked. She then slapped her fat thighs. “Is this body the reason you came through today, Breon?”
Breon smiled and shrugged, biting his bottom lip. “I mean, I just thought you was coo and shit,” he said. “So, I thought about you and that I could come through and chill.”
Nikki’s head leaned back as she laughed out loud. “Oh, is that what it is?” she said. “You just thought I was coo and shit, huh? So, what you think about Friday night?”
“I mean, the party was coo and shit,” Breon said, nodding his head. “It was nice to see everybody after all these years, and I’m glad to see another nigga getting’ outta prison so he can move on with his life.”
“No, that ain’t what I was talkin’ about,” Nikki said. She leaned forward and gently ran her hand over the front of Breon’s pants. “You know what I’m talkin’ bout, nigga. Don’t try to play dumb. I’m talkin’ bout when we was out in that nice ass SUV that you got.”
Breon smiled. “Shit, that was nice,” he said, looking down at Nikki’s hand on his crotch. She let it rest there without moving. “I mean, real nice.”
“That’s just what I was thinkin’,” Nikki said. “You got a nice ass dick on you. Was it that big back in high school and shit?”
Breon shrugged. “Yeah,” he answered. “Probably.”
“Been a minute since I seen one that big,” Nikki said. “The last nigga I was with had a small one. At least, it was small to me. That thing couldn’t have been no more than six inches, which is okay but it wasn’t all that fat like I like it, either.”
A chuckle slipped out of Breon’s mouth. “Sound to me like you was messin’ with the wrong nigga and shit then,” he said. “Shit, my dick ain’t been that little since I was in fuckin’ middle school and shit. I still can’t believe with as fine and pretty as you is that you ain’t got some nigga comin’ over here to get in that pussy.”
“I mean,” Nikki said, smiling and blushing. “I got niggas that be hittin’ me up and tryin’ and stuff, but don’t none of them turn me on and shit, so ain’t nothin’ happened.”
“I see, I see,” Breon said. “So, what you sayin’? I turn you on?”
Nikki looked down at Breon’s bulge. She moved her hand so she could grab it. “Somethin’ like that,” she answered. “I mean, you a nice lookin’ nigga and shit, which I’m sure you know. And you not lackin’ in the dick department, either, which I am happy about.”
“Naw,” Breon said. “I can definitely say I’m glad I ain’t no little dick nigga. They got it rough out here with how chicks be treatin’ them and shit. I’m glad I ain’t one of them.” He paused to look into Nikki’s eyes as he could feel his head getting lighter. “So, you gon’ say wassup to my dick or what?” he asked. “You ain’t spoke to him yet and I been here for what, ten, fifteen minutes?”
“Damn, nigga, I know you want me to suck that dick for you again,” Nikki said, standing up. “I could tell you like that shit in your truck on Friday night and shit. You was lookin’ like you was about to pass out and shit.”
“Shit, I was…” Breon said, his words trailing off. He watched closely as Nik
ki stood up, wondering what she was about to do. “That shit was fine as fuck.”
“Your chick don’t suck dick, do she?” Nikki asked.
“She do,” Breon answered, nodding his head. “But not like you, and she can’t deep throat either. She do be tryin’, though.”
“I see,” Nikki said. “You wanna see this ass first.”
With a glazed look on his face, Breon did not speak. He simply nodded his head in anticipation. Nikki smiled, looking over her shoulder as she grabbed the waist of her pajama pants. She then yanked them down, bending over to push them all the way down to her ankles.
“Goddamn!” Breon exclaimed. Nikki’s ass looked even better in person than it did in the photo she’d sent to him yesterday. It was so big and round and wide that it almost looked fake. However, judging by the skin and the creases, it was one hundred percent natural. “You got a big, phat ass, girl.”
Nikki giggled. “I know,” she said. “That’s why I don’t let just any nigga get up in it.”
Without saying much more, Nikki leaned forward, but her arms in front of her body and made her ass clap. The muffled clapping sound of her cheeks slamming together filled the room—a noise that drove Breon out of his mind. Not being able to help himself any longer, he stood up and stepped up to Nikki’s backside. He gently kissed the back of her neck then leaned down and pressed his face into her ass. He took a big whiff, smelling nothing but a flowery scent and freshness. Upon feeling his face pressed between her cheeks, Nikki clapped her ass even harder. Now, at this point, when Breon pulled his face away to get some air, it literally sounded as if someone was in the apartment clapping their hands as hard as they could.
Breon wrapped his hands around Nikki’s waist as he stood upright and whispered in her ear. “You gon’ let me get some of this pussy?” he asked. “Huh? You gon’ let a nigga get up in them guts or what? Is you gon’ just keep teasin’ me?”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody stoppin’ you,” Nikki said, looking back and down at what appeared to be Breon's rock hard dick sticking out of his pants. “Ain’t nobody stoppin’ you from takin’ this pussy and doin’ what you want with this shit. You better hurry up, though, before I get even tighter and shit.”
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