About two hours later, a taxi pulled up at the gate. I walked outside, stepped through the gate. “How much is it?”
“It’s two grand, boss,” said the driver.
I counted off the two grand, handed it to him. Camille stepped out of the cab and walked around to greet me.
“What’s up, beautiful?”
“I’m here. Wow. This yo’ house? It’s nice,” she said as she walked to the gate to get a better look at my baby mansion.
“Yeah, this where I lay my head.”
We walked back in the house, and I locked the grill. My eyes strayed, and I looked her over from head to toe. She had on little booty shorts, which revealed her ass cheeks. Shit, I was thinking of all the positions that I could have her in before the day was over.
“Yo, this is nice, Gaza. You live by yourself?” she said as she followed me to the living room.
“Why? You wan’ to come live with me?” I asked jokingly as we both took a seat.
“No, I ’ave my own yard. It’s not big and fancy like this, but I’m comfortable.”
“I hear you. You want something to drink?”
“Yeah. What you ’ave?”
“Everything. Liquor, soda, water, milk. Your choice,” I told her.
“Let me get a soda please.”
I got up and walked into the kitchen and grabbed her a can of Coca-Cola. I grabbed me a Heineken. We went out on the verandah and sat and talked, and she shared a lot of memories of Ratty with me.
“Yo, I’m hungry. You couldn’t bring me some lunch?” I joked after we had talked for about an hour.
“You know, when you call me, I just finish washing some clothes. I’m not fortunate like you to have a washing machine, so I had to stand in the hot sun and scrub these clothes with my hands.”
“Well, you could have called, and I would’ve let you use my machine,” I told her.
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind. So what you feel like eating?”
“Yo, I’m tired of box food. Shit don’t even taste the same anymore. It’s like the people them not seasoning the food good anymore.”
“Yeah, is not that. Is just that everybody want to be a cook now. It’s more of a hustle for people to make a money. What do you have in the kitchen can cook?”
I shrugged. “I don’t even know. The helper usually cook for me, but I gave her the day off to go visit her family in Portland. But you can look what’s in there. Come on.”
We both got up, and I took her hand and led her into the kitchen. I opened the freezer.
“I see chicken, steak, and fish in the freezer,” I said. “I know I got flour and rice in the cupboard.”
“Hmm, I can make some steam fish and dumpling. You have any green banana?”
“Yeah, I think I see a half a hand. Look by the side of the cupboard.”
She shook her head. “Yes, only a few, but that’s all we need.”
“Seasoning and everything is in the cupboard or the fridge,” I noted. “Get familiar with the kitchen.”
“Uh-huh. You lucky I’m hungry.”
“I love a woman that knows her way around the kitchen.”
“Whatever, bwoy. Lots of bitches don’t know how to cook, and they still get a man.”
“Well, I’m not one of those niggas. Any bitch I fucks with got to know her way around the kitchen. Me is a man that love my cook food. It don’t have to be every day, but most days.”
“Go on ’bout your business while I cook this food.”
I smiled at her and walked out of the kitchen and back onto the verandah. Just being around her definitely gave me a good vibe.
* * *
“This food smell delicious,” I said as I sat down at the dining room table.
“Take a bite. It taste delicious too.” She giggled.
She didn’t have to say it twice, ’cause a nigga was famished. I dug into the food that was in front of me. She was right. This shit was delicious. I had to give it to her, she was a beast in the kitchen. We talked, laughed, and ate. I had to say this was the first time in a long time that I had felt so relaxed around a female. It seemed as if I’d known her my entire life.
After dinner, she cleaned up the kitchen, and then we sat on the verandah, drinking and smoking.
“Here. Take a drag off this ganja.” I offered her the blunt.
“Bwoy, I don’t smoke. Nah, let me correct that. I tried smoking about a year ago, and I almost die from the smoke. My ass never tried it again.”
“C’mon, I’ll teach you. Take it.” I shoved the blunt in her hand.
I watched as she cautiously took a pull from the blunt.
“Take short pulls and exhale slowly,” I instructed.
That didn’t go too well, because she started to cough.
“You a’ight. I told you to take your time,” I said.
“I did,” she managed to say in between coughing and almost choking.
I got up and walked into the kitchen, where I poured her some water. I brought it back out to her. “Here, drink this. I see you still an amateur,” I joked.
“Boy, fuck you. I almost died.” She took the glass and took sips of the water.
After her coughing calmed down, we burst out laughing.
“You tried to kill me on the first date,” she joked.
“Shit, I told yo’ greedy ass to take it slow. You the one that decide you want to smoke like you a pro.” My phone started ringing just then, so I grabbed it. “Yo.”
“What’s the pree, Father?” Gio said.
“I’m at the crib, chilling.”
“You not touching the road? A few of us going to a round-robin on Maxfield Avenue. Was checking to see if you want to forward.”
“Nah, I’m kind of busy tonight. I’ll link up with you niggas tomorrow.”
“Word, a female must be over at the crib.” He burst out laughing.
“Go ahead, nigga. I’ma hit you in the a.m.”
“Bless up, Father.”
“One.”
While I was on the phone, Camille had wandered into the living room. I headed there and turned my focus back to sexy-ass, hot-body Camille, who was now sitting on my couch, revealing her sexy legs, which were wide open, exposing her fat pussy. I could tell she was tipsy from drinking two bottles of rum cream.
“Miss Camille, so let me cut to the chase. A nigga is checking for you. I don’t want a fuck partner. I get pussy when I want it. I want a woman to be loyal to me and to be by my side.”
“Hmmm, Gaza, you a fine-ass nigga, seem to have money, just come from America. What I can’t seem to understand is, Why me? Why a poor little ghetto girl like me? I mean, I know you must have plenty of bitches chasing you and shit. You know how thirsty these Jamaican bitches are.”
“Camille, fuck the rest of these bitches. Like I said, it ain’t about the pussy. I see the qualities that I’m looking for in a woman. I understand that you been through some shit, but I’m not that nigga. I’m not goin’ to hurt you.” I took a seat on the other end of the couch.
“So I see someone been telling you my business, huh?”
“Well, niggas know I like you. Plus, that shit is public knowledge. I don’t give a fuck ’bout yo’ past, though. All I’m trying to do is to be the one that makes you smile. We can build a life together. We can do great together. You know the struggle, and I know the struggle. Together we can make millions, and, shit, we can go to any country we want.”
She stared me in the eyes. “Gaza, can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah.”
“Why they dip you?”
“So I see someone was telling you my business. Well, to be honest, I was locked up for thirteen years. I was one of the biggest drug dealers in New York. Shit got hot, and a nigga snitched on Gio and the rest of the crew.”
“Oh, okay . . .”
“Yo, Camille, my lifestyle ain’t got nothing to do with my feelings for you. I ain’t gonna be in these streets forever. My plan is to make a couple mil
lion and get out of it.”
“I hear you, but I don’t, Gaza. This a dangerous lifestyle you living. Things change from when you last live out here. Guns are everywhere, and the drug game and scamming money really have these niggas killing one another. Every day on the news, it’s a lot of killing. It’s disgusting. We can’t even walk on the road at night anymore.”
I nodded. “I hear you, babes, but you grow up in the ghetto, so you know the struggle. We have to grind and get it whichever way we can. We can’t just sit around and depend on others to give us a food. We have to go out here and get it.”
“Yeah, you right. It’s just that I couldn’t bear to hear that anything bad happen to you. I see girls losing their man every day. Just like Ratty baby mother. Is three youths she left with to take care of by herself. Shit is not fair.”
“Baby girl, listen, every soldier in the streets knows the consequences, and even though it’s a fucked-up situation, it’s part of the life. I can’t sit here and tell you that ain’t shit going to pop off. If I did, I would be lying, but I’m just asking you for a chance.”
I reached over and started rubbing her legs. She didn’t resist, which let me know it was okay to proceed. I moved closer to her and started kissing her passionately. She held my head and started kissing me back. I pulled her onto my lap and then explored her body with my hands. I started massaging her breasts while inhaling the exotic scent of her body. Then I kissed her neck while I started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing.
She suddenly stood up, grabbed my hands, and pulled me toward her. She locked her lips onto mine and started kissing me. I didn’t waste any time. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed, then slowly undressed her, removing all her clothes, leaving her small-cup breasts out in the open. I took a few seconds to admire her sexy physique. Then I lowered myself next to her and massaged her breasts. She lay there peacefully as I took one and placed it in my mouth. Her eyes were speaking volumes to me: it was like she was screaming at me, but in a great way. I wasn’t in no rush. I took my time, using my tongue to dance slowly around her nipple. She let out a few soft moans, and I used my teeth and nibbled a bit on her breast. I then reached down with my other hand and slid two fingers into her pussy, which was soaking wet. I worked her wet pussy with my fingers. I was working magic with my body without actually sexing her.
“Ooh-wee,” she moaned as she ground on my fingers. “Damn, Gaza. I want you bad,” she whispered in my ear.
“So what you waiting on, babes?” I whispered back to her.
That was what I needed to hear from her. I started kissing her stomach, then made my way down to her navel and beyond. I took a few seconds to inhale the natural scent of her pussy before I entered it with my mouth. I used my tongue to lick her clit. I started kissing her pussy passionately, making love to it slowly. Her body started shivering as she moaned.
“Please, Gaza, baby, fuck me please. Please give me the dick,” she pleaded.
I loved how my name rolled off her tongue, but I wasn’t ready to stop sucking on her pussy. Instead, the louder her moans got, the harder I sucked on her clit. Her pussy was fat and juicy, and this made it easier for me to suck on it the way I wanted to. Her legs started shivering more as juice flowed out of her body and onto my face. I didn’t move an inch. Instead, I used my tongue to clean every drop of her sweet cum off her pussy.
I then lay next to her on the bed and pulled her over to me. “C’mon, babes. Come ride this dick for me.”
She wasted no time; she got on top of me and slid down on my pole. She starting moving her hips in a circular fashion, which made my dick reach every corner inside of her. I held on to her hips, keeping them in place, while I thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was so wet that at one point my dick slipped out a little, and she hurriedly slid down farther on it until it was all the way up in her.
“Aweee,” she moaned as she bounced up and down on the dick.
“Damn, baby. This pussy is good,” I whispered to her as I dug deeper in her wet, tight pussy.
I flipped her over on her back; then I got on top her. After lifting her legs and putting them on my shoulders, I was in a much better position to tear her walls down, and I did just that. I wasn’t here to play with the pussy or have her thinking I was one of them niggas that didn’t know what to do with the pussy.
“Damn, baby. I want to be your woman. I want you,” she blurted out, shocking the hell out of me.
I didn’t respond. Shit, after having a taste of this pussy, I planned on making it mine. I held her legs tighter as my veins got larger, and I started thrusting harder. I knew then that I was about to bust, even though I had tried my best to go a little longer. I couldn’t hold it in any longer; the pussy was too good, and the wetness only made it easier for me to cum. Within seconds, I busted all up in her. I had thought about pulling out, but the pussy was too good and was clinging to my dick.
Afterward, I rolled over on my back, tried to catch my breath.
“You good?” I quizzed as I rubbed her hair.
“Yes. You tear my pussy up. That dick too big.”
“It ain’t too big, babes. You just have to get used to it, that’s all.”
“You ain’t gonna use that big dick and stretch out my little needle eye.”
We both burst out laughing. Shawty was funny as hell.
“Come on. Let’s go shower,” I said after a few minutes.
The fucking continued in the shower. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me and rode the dick. Within minutes, I was exploding up in her again.
After we took a shower together, we decided to chill together for the rest of the evening. We drank more, and I smoked a few blunts back-to-back. We spent the evening getting to know each other in a more intimate way. It was definitely a breath of fresh air and a change from all the drama that had been going on.
Chapter Five
Camille
I heard a loud banging outside, and I jumped up out of my sleep. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Shit. It was after 11:00 a.m. How the hell did I manage to sleep this late? I was usually up bright and early every morning. I moved my curtain and peeked out the window. I was trying to see who the hell was outside banging like that.
“Gyal, I know you’re in there. Come open up the grill,” said my annoying-ass bestie, Sophia.
Oh shit. My head was pounding, and my eyes were hurting. I felt like someone had hit me over the head with a stick. That was when I remembered all those drinks I had had with Gaza the night before. The taxi had dropped me off at home this morning, around seven o clock. I threw a robe on and looked around for the key to open the grill. I finally found it and trudged over to the front door.
“Gyal, I know you not in no bed, sleeping this time of day,” Sophia said as soon as I opened the door and stepped outside.
“I have a damn headache, and yes, I was sleeping. You know that’s why we have phones, to call someone before you pop up at their house.”
“Bitch, fuck off. That shit doesn’t apply to me. A bitch was worried about you. Last thing you told me is you about to take a taxi and go uptown to see that dude. When I ain’t hear from you by ’bout twelve o’clock last night, I start calling ya phone. It rang a few times, then straight to voicemail. Bitch, I started to panic.”
“You are so crazy, bitch. I didn’t come home until this morning. And I got straight in the bed, head pounding,” I said.
“So, my girl, you give up the pussy?”
“Bitch, did I give the pussy up? Listen, that Yankee bwoy suck my pussy so damn good. Bitch, when I tell you my whole body was shaking out of control, I thought I was having a damn seizure.”
“Bitch, oh my God. How big was the dick?”
“That nigga dick was huge,” I revealed. “Bitch, my pussy hurting right now. I like him and all, but I’m not sure I can keep fucking him. That nigga going to stretch my entire insides out.”
“Bitch, fuck that. You
is a hot gyal that wind up in dance. Shit, you have to learn to wind all over the dick. Don’t be out here embarrassing me and shit. You need to make sure you fuck that nigga good. That way, he will come back.”
“Bitch, I did, but I’m paying for that shit now . . . Bitch, you should see where that nigga live. That fucking house big as hell and nice. Upstairs and downstairs.”
“Bitch, if you fuck him good, you might be moving up there with him soon. Did he ask you to suck his dick?”
“Bitch, nah, and if he did, it would’ve be no. Camille don’t suck dick,” I replied.
“Well, you better get with the program. You can’t expect the nigga to suck on your pussy, and you don’t return the favor. Every gyal a Jamaica a suck them man dick. Don’t let a gyal suck the man away from you.”
“Bitch, first off, I got good, tight, wet pussy. If I don’t suck his dick, it’s no biggie. Furthermore, I don’t know how to suck dick.”
“Bitch, watch YouTube. Everything you need to know is on there. Trust me, the first time you do it, you might feel crazy, but practice make perfect,” she informed me.
“What a way you know?”
“Bitch, ain’t no shame in my game. I been sucking dick and getting fuck in my ass. I don’t hold back when it comes to me satisfying my man. Right now I’m thinking about giving Oneil a threesome for his birthday.”
I looked at that bitch like she had lost her mind. It was one thing to be sucking dick, but to be thinking about getting with another bitch, that was a whole other level.
“What? Why you looking at me like that? Listen, Camille, I love sex, and I don’t mind letting a bitch suck on my pussy. I have one life to live, and I’m going to make sure I live it the best way I can. I don’t care. As long as me and my man happy with it, we good.”
“I hear you, bitch. I mean, whatever floats your boat is cool with me. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“Not a thing. Going to run downtown to grab some stuff from the market. Listen, it’s a lot of shit going on around here. I heard First Street niggas were the ones that kill Ratty. The police run up in a few houses yesterday. I don’t have a good feeling.” She sighed. “Gaza didn’t say anything to you about what happen to Ratty?”
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