by Ambria Davis
“Hello,” I said, answering the phone pissed.
“Oh, so now you want to answer the fucking phone. Where the fuck you at, because we need to talk, Onijae?” Bianca asked, yelling so loud that I had to take the phone from my ear.
“First of all, you need to lower your muthafucking tone when you’re talking to me, Bianca. I’m not your child, so remember that fucking shit,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Secondly, I want to know what the fuck are you calling me back to back for? I know damn well you ain’t dead. So why the fuck you just blowing my damn phone up like this?”
“Like I said when you answered the phone, we need to talk. Now where the fuck you at?” she asked, yelling again.
“Is that what you’re calling me for, Bianca? I already told you that I had some business to take care of for my father, which was out of town. So tell me why the fuck you calling me with this bullshit now?” I said, silently counting to ten in my head. I don’t know why she was acting like this. “Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t ask you if you wanted to come, you said no, so I went about my business. What do you need to talk about?”
“Fuck you, Onijae. You know damn well you’re not doing a damn thing for your father, but you’d better listen to me when I say this. If I find out that you’re out there up to no good, I’m going to make you and whatever bitch’s life a miserable one. You’re not about to leave me, so you might as well get that shit up out of your head, because you’re about to be stuck to me, whether you want to or not. So be sure you tell that bitch that wifey said hello and welcome to the muthafucking team, nigga,” she said, all in one breath. I opened my mouth to blow her ear off, when I heard a beeping sound in my ear. I pulled the phone from my ear and noticed that the bitch had hung up.
“Ain’t this about a bitch!” I said, as I pulled up my messages and decided to send her a text. I didn’t care about anything at this moment. I went straight duff on her stupid ass. I don’t know and don’t care to know why this bitch was acting the way she was acting, but she needed to get herself together and quick. What she didn’t know was that she had one foot already out the door, with the other not too far behind it. All she had to do was keep acting the way she was acting now and she was going to make me being with Delaney easier. Speaking of Delaney, I know shorty was probably mad as fuck right now. Truth be told, I really can’t blame her neither. If that had been me, I would’ve been feeling the same way.
Once I was through going off on Bianca, I powered my phone off and placed it in my back pocket. Now that this shit was out of the way, it was time for me to go and apologize to Delaney. I’m praying she would accept my apology and not treat a nigga like he wasn’t shit, because everything I had planned would really be irrelevant. I needed to be on her good side. I didn’t care if I had to beg and plead. I was going to do just that and then some. Then tomorrow, I would be satisfied knowing that I had put a smile on her face.
Entering the room, I noticed that the food that was once on the table was gone. I didn’t see Delaney anywhere, but I heard noise coming from the bathroom. I wanted to go and check on her, but I knew better. We weren’t at that level yet and I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. Instead, I took a seat on the bed and waited for her to come out. I used that time to think about everything that was going on in my life. Financially, I was doing great. The shop was making money as usual, the garage wasn’t doing badly, and the store that I was trying to put together was coming along great. The only thing that was going wrong was my love life. As I had mentioned before, I still had love for Bianca, but I wasn’t in love with her anymore. Lately, she’s been becoming this person that I didn’t care to want anymore. She didn’t know it, but she was the one who was pushing me to be with Delaney. That and I still couldn’t get over the fact that she cheated on me. I know some people would say that I was singing the same old tune, but it was what it was. That was something I couldn’t get over or change. I thought that by us getting back together that we could get over it, but now I know that we just can’t. Now the only thing left for me to do was to break the news to her, hoping that she doesn’t flip out.
“What are you over there thinking about?” Delaney asked me. I looked up and noticed her standing there watching me. She now had on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
“What’s going on? Where are you going? Are you leaving?” I asked one question after another. I got up from the bed and walked over to her. “Don’t leave, ma, I promise that I’m going to make things better. I’m leaving her, but I just need some time to do so.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Onijae, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to take a walk and get some fresh air,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“But I’m not lying to you, Delaney. Whether or not it’s with you or someone else, I can’t be with Bianca anymore. I can’t trust her anymore and it’s obvious that she can’t trust me, even though I didn’t give her a reason not to. She’s only on my tail, because of what she did to me. I can’t be faulted for what she did, and I won’t,” I said, being honest. “I didn’t know how tired I was until tonight. I didn’t know why I kept trying to make up excuses and reasons for why I kept Bianca around, but I’m through with that.”
I stood there looking into her eyes, wishing that she would say something, but she didn’t. She stood there as if I just was pouring shit out to her. Shorty stood there looking as though she didn’t give a fuck about the shit I was saying. I didn’t mean to, but I laughed. Shit, that was all a nigga could do right now. Without saying a word to me, she walked right past my ass, heading for the door.
“I’ll be back in a little bit. I’m just going for a little walk,” she told me, before she opened the door and left me standing there, looking like a hopeless fool. When she gets back, I hope that she’ll be up for talking, because we most definitely need to talk.
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Chapter 16
Delaney
I didn’t know what to say when Onijae told me about him leaving his girlfriend. I wanted to be happy. Hell, I wanted to jump for joy, but I didn’t. I can’t be getting happy and the nigga turn around and go back to her. That would make me look like a fool, and I’m not about to be a fool for anyone, y’all already know what I said about that. I’d been walking the streets for the past thirty minutes, when I finally decided to head back to the hotel. It was already hot outside and I knew that Onijae was probably looking for me. Besides, I didn’t know shit about being down here. Before somebody jumps out and grab my ass or shoots me, I knew I’d better get back. After thinking about that, I damn near ran back to the hotel and up to the room.
When I entered the room, Onijae was now laying in the bed with the remote in his hand. He looked at me, and then turned back to the TV. Oh shit, I thought, as I made my way into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, I began to undress. I hopped in and took a quick shower to wash the sweat and stench away from the walk. Once I was through, I got out, wrapped a towel around me and headed back into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, Onijae was now sitting on side of the bed, with his head in his hands. I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me before I could.
For a few minutes, he sat there with his arms wrapped around my waist and his head lying against my stomach. I honestly didn’t know what to say or what to do, so I just rubbed the back of his head, as I’d seen people do on TV. My heart was beating so loud, that I could literally hear it. It felt so awkward, that I almost wanted to pull away.
“You don’t have to say anything, Delaney. I just want you to listen to me,” he said, breaking the silence. He then pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. “I want to be with you so bad, but I have a few things I have to do before I can fully be with you. Now I’m not asking you to wait, or be nobody’s other woman as you say, but I do want you to give me credit. There are things that I have to do, in order to let Bianca, go peacefully and knowing her like I do, she won’t go like that. She’s going to try to make my life a living hell and I’m not trying to bring y
ou into that, shorty. During that time, we’ll still be kicking it, but only if you want to. Like I said before, it took me a while, but now I know that Bianca and I can’t be together, and whether you wait on a nigga or not, is clearly your choice. If you choose to go and be with someone else, I really won’t be mad. Upset a little, but never mad, because it’s your life and how I came in it, the timing was completely off for me.”
I just stood there listening to him. I heard what he said, in fact, I heard him loud and clear. I just didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, I wanted to be happy, but on another hand, I couldn’t. He kept saying that he wanted to leave Bianca, but how do I know that he would really do it? Then he’s talking about how he’s going to need time. I wanted to ask him how much time he really needed, but I left that alone. I was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, and hope that I won’t regret doing it.
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. Before I could get another word out of my mouth, he stood up and his lips came crashing onto mine.
Almost immediately, our tongues began doing a dance of their own. His hands then began roaming my body, beneath the towel. Not long after, the damn towel was on the floor and I stood in front of him, dead ass naked. I was nervous as he looked over my body, licking his tongue as if I was a meal he was about to devour.
“Come lay on the bed for me.” He guided me over to the bed, where he laid me down. Being as though I’ve never done anything like this before, I used one hand to cover my breasts and the other to cover my prized possession. Once he saw that, he laughed, which made me feel even more nervous. “I see you acting shy, huh?”
“I’m shy when I’m doing something that I’ve never done before,” I said, looking up at the ceiling.
“What do you mean something that you’ve never done before?” he asked, standing straight up. He had this confused look on his face, which made me regret saying anything to him.
“I mean I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said, repeating myself again.
“Wait shorty. You mean to tell me that you’ve never done this before?” he echoed, pointing back and forth between the both of us.
“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you, but since you seem a little bit slow, I’ll bring it all the way home for you,” I said, now sitting up. I grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me, and then I turned my attention back to him. “When I say I’ve never done this before; I mean just that. Like all of this is still new to me. I haven’t even so much as kissed a boy, besides you,” I said, explaining myself the best way that I could.
“So basically what you’re saying is that you’re a virgin? Am I right?” he bluntly asked.
“You don’t have to say it like that, but yes, that is what I am saying,” I said feeling a hundred percent foolish. I was embarrassed even saying that I was a virgin. I felt worse when he took a seat on the bed, and started staring off into space. I got up and attempted to move, when I felt the sheet being pulled from me.
“Where are you going now, Delaney?” he asked with a little attitude.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I just feel like you don’t want me around you right now.”
“Did I tell you that, ma?” he asked.
“Well, you didn’t exactly say it, but I assumed that since I told you what was up, that you didn’t.”
“Never assume anything, shorty, because you’ll definitely make an ass out of yourself. I didn’t sit down, because you told me that you were a virgin. Well, I did, but that was not what I was thinking, Lay Lay. I honestly couldn’t believe that you’re still one. I thought for sure that you would’ve been done, you know, but you didn’t, and now I want to know are you sure you want to give me something so special? I mean I would love to have it, but I’m in no rush, ma. If you’re not ready, then I won’t push or hound you,” he said calmly. I stood there, having a full-length conversation with myself. No, I didn’t have sex before. Truth be told, I didn’t know a damn thing about it. I was as green as hell when it came to that, but my mind still wondered. I know that one day I would have to have it. So why not let that day be today?
“I’m sure,” I said, nodding my head. That was all I had to say, because the next thing I knew, I was naked on the bed again.
“Since you’ve never done this before, I’m going to take this one step at a time. If anything hurts or feel uncomfortable to you, let me know and I will stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. He climbed on top of me, and just lay there, staring in my eyes, which was making me feel so nervous, that I started shaking.
“You can cool out and stop being scary. I won’t do anything to harm you, baby,” he said, placing his lips to mine yet again, but the kiss didn’t last long at all.
He began kissing my neck, which immediately began making me feel good. Making a trail from my neck, he traveled further. I gasped when he took my left breast into his mouth, while rolling my right nipple between his two fingers.
“Oooo…” I couldn’t lie if I wanted to, because this shit was feeling so good. So good, that I wished that I would’ve done the shit sooner.
“You like that?” he asked, with my nipple in his mouth.
“Yessssss…” I moaned, as he began sucking a bit harder, but not too hard. He then switched and started paying my right breast the same attention. I swear, this man had me wanting to scream to the heavens above. After paying attention to my girls, he began kissing a trail down my stomach, which also felt good as hell.
“Open your legs wider, Lay Lay,” he said, looking up at me.
“For what?” I asked, covering myself up again. I had an idea of what he was about to do, but I wasn’t sure if he was going to do it or not.
“Just do what I ask you to do and stop acting all scary. I told you if you want to stop, then we most definitely can,” he said, sitting up again.
“No, I don’t want to stop,” I told him.
“Well, move your hands and open your legs like I asked you to,” he said, going back down. I removed my hands as he asked me to, but took a few seconds longer to open my legs. When I did, I made sure that I closed my eyes at the same time. I wasn’t trying to see anything. It was a good thing that I kept my pubic hair trimmed on the regular, or I really would’ve had something to be embarrassed about.
I was silently laying there, with my legs wide open, waiting on him to do whatever he was about to do. Absolutely nothing could prepare me for what happened next. He dove headfirst between my legs, kissing my lower lips. When he used his tongue to lick it, I almost caught an asthma attack, that’s how irregular my breathing had become.
“Arch your back for me,” he instructed, as he used his hand to help me. Once I was in the correct position, he dove back in, but this time he didn’t play around. When I tell you he was licking and sucking as if his life depended on it, he really was, and he was doing one hell of a job.
“Oh shit…” I moaned as I felt a fuzzy feeling. A few seconds later, I began shaking. When I felt liquid between my legs, I became mortified.
“Oh my God, did I just pee on myself?” I was feeling embarrassed again.
“Nah, you didn’t pee on yourself,” he answered, laughing. I don’t know what in the hell was funny to him. When he looked at me, I gave him a look and sat up. “Stop being so sensitive, ma. You didn’t pee on yourself, you just had an orgasm and it tasted good too.”
“Shut up, fool,” I said, feeling a little relieved. I then crawled over to him and began kissing him. Even though I was just scared, I still grew a little courage.
“You gon’ make me act a fool, shorty,” he said, in between kisses.
“Maybe that’s what I want you to do, daddy!” I replied boldly. I busted out laughing at the look on his face once I said that. Without warning, he grabbed me and flipped me over, so that he was lying on top of me.
I’m going to ask you once more time. Are you sure that you want to give me something so precious and delicate?” he asked again. His foreh
ead was pressed against mine and he was looking in my eyes. I didn’t open my mouth, instead, I thrusted my pelvis in his direction, hoping that he would catch on. He nodded his head and got up again. This time when he stood up, he started undressing himself. Piece by piece, he removed every stitch of clothes until he was completed naked. Once I saw what he was working with, I began having second thoughts. Not only was this man fine, but he was definitely packing, and I mean packing. I don’t know how, but I’m almost damn sure that not all of that will fit into me.
“Lay down flat and be calm, but let me know if this hurts, okay?” he said softly, as he lay on top of me.
“Okay, just take your time,” I told him as I tried to calm my nerves. I watched as he reached between his legs and began stroking himself. I watched in awe as he grew bigger by the second, and then positioned himself at my opening. I held my breath as I anticipated what was next to come.
“I’m only going to do an inch at a time,” he said, as he began easing the tip inside of me. At first things were just okay, but the more he entered me, the more the pain increased. I didn’t know how females could even take this shit, because this wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.
“Oh God,” I groaned, feeling as if I was about to pass out.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at me. I wanted to scream hell no and for him to get the hell up off me, but I didn’t. I wanted him to finish, so that I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
“I’m fine,” I replied, taking a deep breath.
“Okay, I’m about to put the rest in,” he told me, and before I could answer, he pushed all the way inside of me.
“Oh shit!” I yelled out. It felt as if he was ripping me into two, that’s how painful it was. I know his back had to be burning or hurting him, because that’s how deep I was digging my fingernails in it. I felt him stop, which pissed me off. “Don’t come asking me shit, just do what you have to do, Onijae!”