“I can do it,” Homer insisted. “I know how to----.”
“I told you already Homer. You got a heavy hand. You may take it too far----.”
“I’m not. My child, let me do it. I want Pia to feel this shit more than anything.”
I watched the two pick over Violet’s hair, sprawling them out on the counter before taking a cinnamon stick. This shit was foul on too many levels, but the smile that broke from Homer’s face told it all. He didn’t care.
“When Friday hits, I’m gonna pick her up from daycare, and take her straight to South Carolina with me. With or without Pia----.”
“Are you gonna tell her?” I asked incredulously.
“Why should he? I’m going to make it to where Pia hands Violet directly to him,” Caroline laughed as Siren walked by to get something out of the fridge.
“Add some salt while you’re at it. It will make Pia go crazy,” she said happily.
“Never mess with a Skye sister,” Caroline muttered with a grin at Siren who laughed. Ominaya slipped into the kitchen to watch while Trinity kicked her feet up on the coffee table.
“Never mess with a Skye sister,” she muttered again, looking back at us with a smile before they all chimed in.
“For her charm comes in the form of a kiss from her….We may smile, and wink. Sit, and look cute, but never forget!” They sang together loudly. “We shoot first, then lay---.”
“OUR ROOTS NIGGUHHHH! Blap! Blap! Blap!” Trinity yelled from the couch as they all burst into childish ass laughter.
“That’s why y'all my sisters man! Ride or mothafucking die! Family over everything!” Homer laughed, taking off his hat to reveal the dark matted curls boxed in.
“Mannn, this ain’t the way to go about it,” I warned, watching them tie the strands of wet hair around the cinnamon stick before placing it in a sandwich bag. As long as those hairs were tied around that stick, Violet was not going to recognize Pia as her Mother. She was meant to forget everything about Pia.
“By the time she wakes up in the morning, it should kick in,” Caroline said, adding a dash of salt in the bag. “Probably last us till this weekend. Return her back home Sunday, everything will be back to normal. Pia will play nice from now on after that. I will get a chance to pick her up on weekends so you don’t even have to deal with her. Come directly to us, and be with your family, and daughter. Everything will be smooth sailing. Nobody will notice a thing,” holding her hand out for Homer as he pulled at his hairs to give to her. “She’ll recognize Homer as her only parent, and everyone else who isn’t Pia… Friday, I’m riding with you so don’t forget to get me. DJ is staying home.”
“Aight,” he said with a grin as I walked out, pulling out my phone. Attempting to get a hold of Delilah.
“Pick up the fucking phone man,” I muttered, stepping outside in the late evening as I looked around the neighborhood. “Pick up the----.”
The number you have reached is no longer in service….
“Shit,” I sighed, hanging up as I tried to think. If Delilah was truly done with Pia, then this was about to backfire in the worst way possible when this nigga slip up, and really sleep with her again. Homer was gonna get exactly what the hell he asked for, and end up being the only one that gets hurt in the process.
Jasmine
“This Moon Run, do I need to bring anything aside from clothes?” I asked mid chew of the pilaf rice as I gently dabbed my lips to keep from talking with food in my mouth. The phone laid flat on the counter as I stood by the stove with my ankles crossed, wearing nothing but black boy shorts and a white small tank. Letting everything hang out after my shower. I didn’t care if my breasts drooped a little, or my stomach hung like a barrel, I was comfortable. My hair was wet, and I always felt my curls looked the best when they were damp or moist.
“It’s this weekend right? Piru, and Ben are closing up the shop and getting ready for the drive themselves,” Francesca said as I grew more excited.
“Yall are gonna have so much fun! I can’t wait!” Tallulah beamed excitedly through the speaker. “Me, and Jasmine gonna be out there single, and mingling---.”
“I was advised not to mess with any man out there so I won’t,” I stated, hearing Nevaeh’s laughter come through.
“Not any man in my family at least. They’re ruthless,” she said.
“Violet?! Violet!? Get back here!” Pia screamed, hearing a sudden crash like something fell before a sharp cry from a baby came through the phone. “I’m so sorry y'all. I just...I don’t know what’s going on with her. She keeps going to the door like she’s trying to escape. It’s been a stressful morning. I’m taking her to the doctor tomorrow to see what’s...VIOLET?!”
I could hear the child scream for her daddy before the phone clicked with certain calls being dropped until we all managed to get back on the phone without Pia this time.
“She’s been like that all morning I heard. Piru was supposed to take her tonight, but other things came up,” Francesca said with a yawn.
“They have such an odd relationship,” I said with a shake of my head. “Percy, Piru, and Pia… Are not close despite growing up together.”
“Speaking of Percy,” Tallulah cooed. I groaned, taking another bite of my rice.
“Not speaking of Percy. I have a new man in my life,” I boasted, hearing the gasps from Francesca.
“You what?! Are you serious?!”
“I’m being discreet, don’t worry. It’s not serious, just purely sexual, and I love it. Something about planning a sham of a wedding, and going to bed with my side lover just… does something to me.”
“Jasminnnnne! You ain’t right!” Tallulah cried in laughter.
“What’s his name?” Nevaeh asked as I began to tell the story on how I met a guy named Will on this dating app. One thing led to another, and we have been consistently seeing one another on a nightly basis. Since Percy was staying the night more often, I ended up having to meet Will with me being the one to stroll in early in the morning. Well rested, body relaxed, and ready to get my day started, but this evening? Percy said he was going to be late coming in. Late to him was past midnight or he was dealing with another woman.
“Which means…” I sang.
“Is Will coming over now?”
“He should be here soon,” grabbing my phone. “Told me to be naked when he knocks on the door…”
“Oooooooohhhhh!” The girls cooed as I laughed. Quietly jumping in place with a burst of excitement before clearing my throat.
“Yall, I can’t even bring myself to do that. I have on underwear, and a tank. That’s it---.”
“Nah bitch! You better show that lil boonk!” Tallulah laughed.
“Lemme tell you,” Nevaeh whispered. “I got my daughter in the room so I have to talk in code because she just loves repeating Mommy. When Junie would text me demands like that? On that level? He sent me a message one morning saying when he gets home, he wants me laid out on the bed, open wide. Kitty wet, and ready. He said, I had a long day baby, don’t make me work to get it. Just be ready for me to release some stress. I said… Oh my…” She whooped as I practically fanned my own face.
“Were you?” I asked.
“I put my daughter to bed early? Took me a long shower, oiled up. Locs up, did a little self love first to warm up----.”
“Oh my God!” I laughed.
“And when I heard him come in the door? I put a blind fold on, laid on the bed, and waited. Cat was soaked, and when he opened that door? My husband let out the loudest moan, and said he fell in love with me all over again. We had grown up time for five hours straight. Back to back. Baby crying in the other room, we didn’t care,” she said. “We said Mommy and Daddy needed to have grown up time.”
“Hold on, so you said blind...fold,” Francesca let out slowly. “What color was it or doesn’t matter? I’m trying to take notes---.”
We all burst into laughter as my mind began to race with ideas.
“You think I should try a bli
nd fold?” I asked. “I want to be sexy for him. I enjoy it because he makes me feel like that.”
“I say go for it,” Nevaeh said. “Personal trainer? Let him work you out a little, and have his way with you. How old is he again?”
“Thirty three----.”
“Girl he probably just love that you so young, you know men sick like that,” Tallulah said with a laugh. “Now Nevaeh, cousin? I didn’t know you get down like that. This is news to me, but tell me more.”
“No no no, tell me more,” I urged. “What should I do? I think I am gonna do the blind fold,” putting my plate in the trash, scraping off any remaining food. “I smell like garlic and rice---.”
“This is what you should do. You’re probably going to need to take another shower so you don’t smell like food. I mean, you want to open this man up before he even touches you, you understand? Open up those senses, and let him want you to the point where he’s gonna bust before he gets inside,” Nevaeh schooled. “In my experience? Nobody is better than my own hand. I do my body the best, but when I turn my husband on, it turns me on.”
“I’m the same way!” I said in astonishment while Francesca, and Tallulah huffed.
“Sheeeit,” Lu cracked. “Nah, nigga I want my nut, and I want it now. Self love is cute, but when a man got that right stroke, you be like zaaamn white zeddy, you ain’t had to bus’ my back open like that---.”
We all broke out in laughter just as another message came through from Mr. Will himself. It was go time. Taking everything I learned from Nevaeh, I quickly cleaned up and jumped back in the shower. Attempting to shyly explore my own body before realizing it was too weird to do by myself. Not unless I had someone watching me or doing it with me as well. Still, I planned on taking Nevaeh’s idea a step further, wanting to top it and have a story of my own to tell. Just so I could have something incredible to say to the waiting text messages of the girls wanting me to call them back to tell them what happened.
I texted Will, and told him the door will be unlocked. Sending him a winking emoji, and to walk in when he thought he was ready to handle me. Something to be sexy, I don’t know. I hope I didn’t overdo it with the texting, and talking but I grabbed one of Percy’s ties. Striped green, and gold tie to wrap around my eyes. Bedroom was already dark with light jazz playing in the background as I got comfortable. Body was still wet from the shower, but he was going to be here any minute now. It wasn’t even night yet, not all the way at least. I was going to wait until he came into the room before I started to put on a show like I’d been touching myself. There was no other way I could do it by myself without feeling weird.
The door opened. I could hear the front door open slowly like someone was hesitant to walk in. It was him! I got into position, tie blackening my vision in the already dark room as I placed one hand mechanically on my breast, and the other between my legs against the newly shaved skin. Quickly, I reached to drag a few wet curls down my shoulder, feeling the water droplets slap against my skin before spreading my legs, and getting into position once more. His footsteps were light, like he was trying to tiptoe. I could feel my adrenaline rush as my phone buzzed with an incoming text message, probably from the girls talking crap in the group chat about this very moment!
I managed a soft moan as the light flicked on, seeing a peek of it through the tie below, but I felt myself get into action. Hips twirling, slipping my finger in, and out of my own body before moaning again. Laying it on thick as I heard a bag drop to the floor.
Got him.
“Shiih…” A breathless voice let out as my body froze. No… No no no… It was all I needed to hear to know it wasn’t Will that stood in my bedroom.
“Percy?” I croaked in panic, ready to sit up and yank the tie off. “Is that y---?!”
“Aht aht,” he let out as I grew still. “Don’t move.”
It was him.
“Please don’t move…” Percy said in a low voice as I slowly laid back down, body rigid with hot, and cold hitting me in places I couldn’t understand. I reached up and slowly pulled the tie off of one eye to see him standing there in slacks, and a button down that was halfway undone from his chest. Black rimmed square glasses with a shape up that organized his square face, his eyes searched my body like he was trying to analyze and comprehend my body, like I was a science project or some research paper he had to put together. There was no mistaking the rise in his pants that expanded, and laid across his thigh when he dragged his hand down his face, pulling at the thin skin under his eyes.
“Oooooo, okay,” he exhaled.
“You said you weren’t going to be here until later on, I thought…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, words drying on the tip of my tongue at the way he was staring me down. He looked down at himself with a small gulp.
“Finish what you started,” was all he said before slowly going to close the bedroom door with a lock. The one eye that was exposed to the room grew wide, looking from him to the door, hearing the lock snap in my head repeatedly.
What was he doing? What the hell was he talking about? Why aren’t I getting up?
Get up Jasmine! Get the hell up before he thinks he can lay beside you!
Percy moved like he was scared to make sudden movements for fear of scaring me off.
“Finish,” he stated. I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt with his back turned towards me. He stepped out of his pants, and gone were the cartoon underwear, but a simple berry color brief that hugged his weight, and twitching caramel thighs full of faint muscular lines like he could have once been a track athlete back in the day.
Yeah right.
“Finish what?” I asked, throat growing dry.
“Touching yourself,” he said over his shoulder. “I won’t look, but I want to hear it if you don’t mind.”
My mouth lazily dropped, trying not to smile as my tongue knocked to the side of my cheek before looking away. Why is he talking like this towards me?
“You want me to tell you where?” He asked, refusing to look at me. “I promise I won’t look or turn around, but I want you to finish.”
“Where?” I blurted out.
“Left breast, hold it...Squeeze it,” he let out as I closed my half covered eyes, and did as told. Strangest night just got weirder when I heard him take a sharp inhale.
“Can you put it in your mouth?”
“Mmm hmm,” I said, only to bend my neck in the ugliest fashion, not feeling sexy at all, trying to stick my tongue out to wiggle near the nipple, but I could hear him moan. Glad he wasn’t able to see me go cripple for a second.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he muttered to himself. “Are you wet?”
“A little.”
“That won’t do.”
My mouth dropped like a dumb fool before breaking into a wide grin. This was crazy! This is not what I expected. I felt like I was in a slow moving porno! He started to ask for these soft demands until I was three knuckles deep inside myself, blindfold still on before he told me to stop. Just on the edge of bursting, he wanted me to stop, and let go. I pulled my tie up from one eye to see he still had his back against me until he turned around. Thighs, and hand holding himself out of his underwear, covered with white sticky trails trickling down with his stomach heaving.
He started to reach down for his clothes like he was suddenly embarrassed he even let it get this far, but I stupidly blurted out.
“Wait.”
He looked at me, brows coming together.
“You want to?” He asked. “With me?”
I can’t even believe I was thinking about it, but my body was just heating up. What kind of weirdo freak stood there and jerked off like that anyway?
“Are you in a hurry, if you have some place to---.”
“No,” he cut in suddenly. “No. I came to grab dinner, and files… I have a few minutes to spare… Not,” shaking his head suddenly, full of nerves. Where was the cocky confident Percy Milton that was borderline rude? “Not minutes, I’
m longer--- I can last longer than that, but… I have time if you want to.”
This was a mistake. We’ve had sex before. Even the first man I ever had sex with so I didn’t understand why we were suddenly nervous to do this. Precy suddenly nodded, and looked around before reaching to grab a tie he had packed in his bag before taking his glasses off. For a second, I thought he was going to wrap it around me until he reached up and wrapped it around his own eyes.
Ohhh…. this was getting weird… even for him, but I found myself slowly crawling to the edge of the bed and reached for his arm to bring him to the bed.
“This...this display wasn’t for you,” I told him in a low voice, staring at his chest as his hands slid up my backside before he spoke in a low, deep vibrato like voice I never heard before.
“Cover your eyes,” he demanded.
“This wasn’t for you,” I weakened, voice to a simple whimpering whine. “This wasn’t---.”
“But I’m taking it,” reaching for my face only to pull the tie down. Darkening my view until we stood there with me on the edge of the bed, and him holding me. For a second, neither of us could move until he suddenly picked me up by the waist as my legs naturally wrapped around his, blindly grabbing on to him until my back gently hit the sheets, and I moaned. Okay, okay...it was dark as far as I knew, and this was Will...No, Idris… Chris Brown… This was Chris Brown on top of me.
Yeah…
I could hear Chris Brown’s Excuse Me Miss intro playing. Dodo doot! Doot! Doooo! Yaaaay! Yeaah!
This was Chris Brown, and I was the lucky groupie he took back stage.
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