What Bae Won't Do Saga

by Genesis Woods

  “Baby . . .”

  Knock, Knock, Knock!

  “Jay, you good in there, girl? C’mere for a minute!” LaLa said from the other side of the door.

  “She’ll be there in a minute!” Jerome snapped.

  “Either she comes out now, or I’ma break this motherfucking door down, nigga. It’s only for a second!” she yelled back.

  Jerome looked from the door to me, then motioned with his head for me to open it. When I stepped into the hallway, LaLa grabbed my wrist and walked me into the room she must’ve spent the night in and closed the door.

  “Did he hit you?” she asked as she looked at my face intently.

  “Girl, please. Jerome knows better than that.” I looked around the messy room. “He was all up in my face, though, talking about I was calling Semaj’s name out in my sleep last night and shit.”

  “Wait! You did what?”

  “He says I called out Semaj’s—”

  She cut me off laughing. “Jay, please don’t tell me you called Jerome the next nigga’s name while y’all were getting it on.”

  I rolled my eyes. This was the one thing I hated about my best friend. She didn’t listen for shit. Nowhere in my response did I say while we were having sex. She was always so extra sometimes.

  After explaining to her what happened again, I left her room and went back to Jerome’s. I couldn’t really remember what we did last night, but I was hoping to get a round two cracking of whatever it was.

  When I got back to his room, Jerome was nowhere in sight. I checked the bathroom, still no Jerome.

  I could tell that he was getting ready to hop in the shower, though. His favorite Ralph Lauren towel was laying on the edge of the bed like he always did.

  I was just about to go to the front of his home to look for him when I heard my phone, which I don’t remember being on his dresser, vibrate.

  A small smile instantly came to my face when I saw who the text message I just received was from.

  J2: Hey, J1, just checking on you and wanted to say thanks for last night. You seemed kind of upset when you were leaving, though. Are you OK? Hit me up later. Maybe we can have breakfast.

  I responded back.

  Me: Good morning to u 2, friend. And I’m good, just waking up. Thanx for askin’.

  Not even ten seconds later, my phone was buzzing with a text alert again.

  J2: YW . . . What you got going today?

  Me: Idk yet. I’m at LaLa’s house right now, and we are still kinda hung over . . .

  Semaj had just sent back a response when Jerome came back into the room. He headed straight to the bathroom and started the shower. The thought of being pressed up against the tiled walls while Jerome pounded his dick into my pussy instantly had me wet.

  I placed my phone back into my purse and took off the T-shirt I put on earlier. As soon as I opened the door, a big cloud of steam hit me. I could see the silhouette of Jerome’s muscular frame through the foggy glass doors.

  “Mind if I join you?” I asked as I stepped into the shower.

  He didn’t say anything or even acknowledge me. He just kept washing his body with the bar of Irish Spring.

  “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you mad that I left you to go talk to LaLa?” I purred into his ear as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “Naw, it’s all good,” he finally said as he stepped out of the shower, leaving me to bathe by myself.

  What the fuck just happened? I couldn’t believe this nigga just left me hanging like that. Today was our six-month anniversary, and he promised me a day of wining, dining, and straight fucking. He had me fucked up if he thought he was gonna renege on that.

  I shut the shower off and stormed into the bedroom. To say that I was surprised that he wasn’t there would be an understatement. I know this nigga better still be here, I said to myself. But after searching the whole house and finally seeing his car gone, I got my answer.

  My phone buzzing broke my train of thought. I walked over to my purse and picked it up. I had two new messages. One from Semaj, and one from Jerome. I scrolled to his message first.

  My Bae: Went to take care of something. I’ll be back in a few . . .

  Jerome

  I hated to leave her stuck in the shower like that. I mean, I did promise her that we’d spend the day together since my schedule is going to be fucked up for the next couple of weeks. But a nigga needed a break. Don’t get it twisted, though, I didn’t need a break from the pussy, because she had that bomb. But her mouth and what came out of it at times was another thing. I get tired of hearing about school, LaLa, or her cousin she lives with.

  I love JaNair with all my heart, even though it’s only been a short time. She’s what any and every nigga would want in a wife. Hard worker, educated, loyal, not a ho, family oriented, and she can cook her ass off. Let’s not forget how her fly always matches my fly. Then her juicy-ass pussy and fiyah-ass head game is out of this world. She will be my wife one day. It’s just not gonna be any time soon. Especially when she has yet to find out what I’ve been doing in my free time. Once that closet opens and the skeletons start to fall out, I just hope that Jay and I can work through it.

  I’d just taken my exit off the 105 freeway to get to my boy G’s place. I’m hoping this nigga is there. I know he’s getting tired of me using him in my little schemes, but what other choice does he have? Best friends cover each other’s asses regardless of what’s right or wrong. They can call you on your bullshit all day, just as long as they have your back in the end. That’s what I was taught.

  I rode down the quiet residential street bumping YG’s new shit, and just as I expected, his red Range Rover Sport was parked in front of his home. I must admit, I do envy Gerald at times. I mean, he’s thirty-two, single, no kids, has a great job working for the local TV network ABC, and he owns his four-bedroom, two-and-a-half bathroom house.

  I’d be living like a king right now if I were him. Bitches serving me naked and shit. But no, he’s waiting for that “special one” to come into his life. JaNair tried to hook him up with her best friend LaLa a week or so ago. I knew right off the bat that he wasn’t feeling her, even while having a good time together on our double date. LaLa wasn’t Gerald’s type of chick. She was great for fucking but not good enough to wife. I’m kind of glad that they didn’t hit it off, though.

  “What up, my dude?” I said to G as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a half hug.

  “Shit, nothing. About to dip out in a few and meet up with this chick I met a few weeks ago.”

  “Word! That’s what’s up. What she look like?”

  “Man, this bitch is bad. Five foot seven, a buck fifty, light skin, long hair, and some pretty-ass green eyes,” he said as he scrolled through his phone and lifted the screen to my face, showing me a picture of one of the sexiest females I’ve ever seen.

  “Aye, she hot,” I said as I eyed the picture one more time. “What’s her creds?”

  “She works at the Bank of America over there in Lakewood by the mall, and she’s a part-time student at Cal State Long Beach.”

  “OK, OK. She has a little potential. Are you feeling her?”

  He went into his kitchen and turned off the light, then motioned with his head for me to start heading to the door.

  “Yeah, she cool so far. She just has a little baby daddy drama. Ol’ boy ran up on us a couple days ago while we were having lunch at Red Lobster.”

  “Yeah? Did you throw a cheddar biscuit at him?” I asked, damn near tripping over the flower pot while I laughed walking down the stairs.

  “OK, nigga,” he laughed. “I actually didn’t have to say anything. Day handled it.”

  “Day? She has to be a becky with a name like that.”

  “Nigga, what I look like fucking with a white girl? I mean, I have to fuck with them all day at work. But in my personal life, I only fucks with black girls. You know that shit. Her real name is Zadaya, but that’s none of your business. Anyways, what’s up?
What can I do for you?”

  Not even hesitating, I said, “Man, I need to use the Impala.”

  G just dropped his eyes to the ground and shook his head. I don’t even know why he was tripping. He knows I have to be incognegro when I’m on my missions. With JaNair’s ass always on the go, we tend to sometimes run into each other in the streets. My cocaine-white Chevy Camaro with the personalized plates “CHVYLVR” tends to stand out too.

  “Rome, I hope this other chick is worth it,” he said handing me the keys.

  Here we go, I said to myself.

  “Worth what?”

  “JaNair, nigga! Dude, you have a loyal woman who loves your nasty-ass drawers. You wanna lose pussy that’s yours and only yours for a bitch’s pussy that every other nigga beating the bottom out of?” He shook his head. “I’d give my life for a girl like JaNair. I just hope you’re ready for whatever happens if she ever finds out,” he said, hopping in his truck and rolling down the window.

  “Don’t forget to close and lock my damn garage when you leave. Last time you left my shit wide open. I may live in a cool part of Inglewood, but it’s not Beverly Hills.”

  I just nodded my head and went toward the car parked in the garage. By the time I reversed out, G was already gone. His warnings and words of wisdom are the only things I can do without. But, I guess he wouldn’t be my boy if he didn’t try to talk some sense into me.

  The thing is, a nigga know he doing wrong. Especially with the person I’m doing the wrong with. But a nigga can’t help it. It’s like I can’t stay away from that Forbidden Fruit. Something that accidentally happened one night started happening every week for the last two months.

  So far, she’s been okay with playing her role as the side chick, but there are those moments when she wants to talk about me being hers full time. I just laugh at her dumb ass. I don’t know why she thinks that I’ll leave my filet mignon for carne asada. That bitch is crazy. But that craziness isn’t about to stop me from heading to her house right now and blowing her brains out.

  My phone started buzzing on my hip. I didn’t even answer it because I knew nine times out of ten it was Jay. I didn’t want to hear that bitching and complaining right now about us spending the day together. I know I promised her, but damn, I’ll just make it up to her later on tonight.

  My phone started buzzing again for the third time in a row, and I knew this couldn’t have been JaNair now. She normally only calls once. When I picked up the phone and saw Unique’s name flash across the screen, I got an instant headache. I don’t feel like hearing any of her bullshit either. I let the voice mail pick up. Once the little letter icon popped up, I checked my messages.

  Message 1: Jerome! I know you see me calling you. This is the third fucking time. Call me back!

  Message 2: I don’t understand why you can’t Neeeeeevver answer your phone when I call. All I want to know is if you were still coming through.

  Message 3: (This bitch was crying now) Jerome, please call me back. I’m sorry for the other messages. I love you, baby. I miss you and JJ does too. I hope you’re coming to see us.

  Now do you see why I didn’t answer my shit? I have a crazy-ass baby mama. If I would’ve known then what I know now, I would have strapped up twice when I fucked that bitch. JaNair doesn’t even know about my son, and I intend to keep it that way. It’s not like I had him on her. Some things are just on a need-to-know basis, and she didn’t need to know that.

  Instead of calling my BM back, I just shot her a quick text letting her know that I’d be through in a few hours. I had to make a couple of stops beforehand.

  First things first, a nigga was hungry as hell. I decided to swing over to 3 Bears Burgers so that I could get me a Papa Bear combo and Red Bull. I need all the energy I can get for all the fucking I’m about to do today.

  Semaj

  I just inhaled a big toke of Kush and held it in my mouth. I looked to my left and raised my eyebrows silently asking baby girl if she was ready. She looked at me nervously, then slowly nodded her head yes and moved in closer to me. I leaned over and placed my mouth onto her soft and juicy lips. When she slightly parted her mouth, I blew the contents of mine into hers.

  “Now, act as if you are swallowing it and just hold it in your lungs.”

  She did as instructed, then looked back at me waiting for the rest of her lesson to be taught.

  “When you’re ready, slowly exhale the smoke right here.”

  Again, she did as she was instructed and had a light mist of Kush surrounding my face.

  “So this is what you call a shotgun?” JaNair asked, lightly coughing.

  “It sure is, and you did good for your first time. Most first-timers start choking as soon as this goodness hits their lungs. You took it like a champ.”

  She blushed, then giggled. “I wanna do another one.”

  I shook my head and smirked. We were on the couch in the man cave chilling, watching movies and conversing. We had a comfortable little setup going too. I sat in the middle of the couch kind of slouched down, while she sat in the corner with her legs stretched out and resting on my lap. Every now and then, I’d gently rub her feet.

  For the last week, this has been the norm for me and JaNair. Either I was at her house, or she was over here after she got out of school. We even went to the park with my daughter one day and had a picnic. Of course, my little mama instantly fell in love with her and has been begging for us to go somewhere else ever since.

  Although JaNair was putting up a good front, I could still see that something was bothering her. The fact that fuck boy Jerome hasn’t popped up not once within the last week already told me what the deal was. I wanted to ask her about the nigga, but I didn’t want to cause any drama between us. Whenever she was ready to talk, we would, and I would be here for her, ready to listen.

  I gave her another shotgun. This time was a little bit heavier, and just like before, she took it like a champ. After taking a few tokes for myself, I was preparing to lean over and give her another charge, but she reached for the blunt and took a pull from it on her own instead.

  “Damn, girl! No more baby steps, huh?”

  “Semaj, this is not my first time smoking. I puffed a time or two before.”

  “You never told me that.”

  “I can’t tell you all my secrets,” she said as she playfully punched me in my shoulder.

  There was an awkward silence as we sat there, lost in our own thoughts. After a couple of minutes, she removed her feet from my lap and got up.

  “Y’all don’t have no chips or cookies out here? I need something to snack on.”

  “Yeah, look in the cabinet above the fridge. That’s normally where Ray keeps all the good stuff if he hasn’t eaten it all.”

  When she stepped in front of the fridge, she had to step on her tiptoes a little to reach the cabinet. The little jean shorts she had on left nothing to the imagination. They were so short and fitted her frame so right, I couldn’t help but stare. Seeing the bottom of her plump cheeks hanging out of the shorts when she bent over to look in the fridge had my dick slowly rising. The grey Minnie Mouse sweater she had on had slits going all down the back, exposing the fact that she didn’t have a bra on. Just thinking about putting one of her perky-ass titties in my mouth had me hard as fuck now. When she was finished raiding the fridge, I had to quickly adjust myself before she came back. She would’ve definitely gotten a glimpse of the third member between my legs if I hadn’t.

  “Y’all got everything to snack on out here. I need to come over more often,” she said as she started making her way back over to me.

  She plopped down on the couch and placed her feet on my lap again. I knew when the back of her leg brushed over my crotch area, she was able to feel my semihard dick. I tried so hard to get him to go down before she got back, but nothing worked. Especially once that peach scent she always smelled like assaulted my nostrils. I almost lost it.

  She gave me a little lopsided grin. “If I di
dn’t know any better, Semaj, I’d think you were happy to see me.”

  Damn! Busted.

  I chuckled for a second, then decided to hit her with some real nigga shit. “I’m always happy to see you, Jay, whether it’s when you wave to me while you’re on your way to your car or when you come over here and chill with your boy for a minute or two. Seeing your face always brightens my day.”

  She sat there frozen for a minute, a chip resting on her lip as she stared at me. I guess what I had just said finally started to register to her.

  “Are you seri—” Before she could even finish her statement, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. I don’t know why; I just did. Hell, let me stop lying. I definitely knew why I did it. I wanted JaNair like a fat kid wanted cake, and if she would keep it real with herself, she knew she wanted me too.

  Over these past weeks of us talking and texting on the phone or chilling at each other’s houses, we’ve gotten to know each other better. She even started calling me by my real name and not that J2 bullshit she came up with. She knew I was attracted to her, just like I knew she was attracted to me.

  However, fucking with that bitch nigga Jerome had her mind conflicted.

  I deepened our kiss, and she gladly followed. Her lips were so soft and plump. I took her bottom lip into my mouth and softly sucked on it. The sexiest moan escaped from the back of her throat and had my dick standing at full attention again. When she opened her mouth, I didn’t hesitate to stick my tongue in to find hers. As soon as they touched, the sweet taste of pineapple juice and Kush greeted my taste buds. Taking her tongue in between my lips, I sucked on that shit like it was a new flavor for Jolly Ranchers.

  Her hands went to my head, and she lightly tugged on my dreads.

  “Damn!” I mumbled against her lips as she grabbed another handful of my locks and pulled. For a moment I just sat there with my eyes closed, enjoying her touch as my forehead rested against hers. I needed a minute to calm down before I bent her little ass over this couch and fucked her ass to sleep.

  I was just about to take her mouth again but was cut short when she jumped off the couch and started putting her red and black Jordans back on.