by Amber Monroe
“Aaahhhhhhhhh….right there. I’m right there.” Aniyah moaned out. I didn’t mind her loudness, but not that damn loud since we were in her mother’s house. And I know you’re probably thinking, “why we having sex in her mother’s house anyway?”. Well, that’s none of your damn business. But if you must know, having two kids and no place of our own, it’s hard to find a place to get it in.
“Wayne….please,” Aniyah whined as she tried to squirm away from my tongue. I had her right where I wanted her, and I was hoping that she would return the favor since she hasn’t in about two months. She always claimed we were out of time, or she wasn’t in the mood, which I didn’t understand because she’s always been in the mood since I first met her. Actually, she gave me head when we first officially started dating, two weeks after 9th grade started. Aniyah was always forward, hell she made the way I am now because she was down for anything. We were each other’s first, even though I still think Aniyah was lying about being a virgin. It’s not my place to judge, but she seemed more experienced than me, and she definitely didn’t feel like one, compared to how my friends explained their first times. I asked her once about it, but she lowkey avoided giving me an answer and just said it was because she masturbated a lot. Obviously, I let it go because we’ve been together for almost five years and have two kids. Aniyah was my first official girlfriend, and I’ve never been with any other girl; don’t really plan on it. You don’t know much about me, but you’ll learn that I’m a monogamous kind of guy. Yeah, I may look and double tap on Instagram, but I don’t act on anything. Girls throw it at me all the time, even a couple of Aniyah’s hoe ass friends tried (I feel like Aniyah sent them), but I never caved in. I love Aniyah, she’s my girl and the mother of my kids, and one day she’ll be my wife.
“Mmmmm.” Aniyah moaned into a pillow, a pillow she must have grabbed while my face was buried in between her legs. I looked up and saw her breathing heavily then she locked her legs around my head.
“Aniyah, I’m home!” Her mother yelled. Shit!
“Okay, ma. I’ll be down in a minute.” Aniyah yelled back after she threw the pillow off her face. Yeah, I’m definitely not getting mine.
“Hurry up before she brings her ass up here,” Aniyah growled lowly. I looked at her and rolled my eyes. Yeah, I bet she wants me to hurry up since she was getting hers—typical shit. I sped my tongue up and licked with less enthusiasm. I loved Aniyah, I swear I did, but shit like this irked my nerves. And I wasn’t tripping about her not returning the favor. It just seemed like lately I always pleased her, and she never seemed interested in spending any intimate time together. Hell, I basically had to beg her to just let me eat it since she was acting funny.
“Shit. I’m cumming.” She said, and I put two fingers in just to hurry her ass up. I was over this shit and wasn’t feeling it anymore. I took my fingers out, got up off the floor, and made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands and mouth. When I came back to her room, she was straightening her bed and had the window cracked. Her bottom half was still naked, and although I was annoyed with her, I always wanted to try my luck. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist so she could feel my erection. Aniyah was so gorgeous to me. She was chocolate, just how I like ’em. She was short as fuck, but it complimented my 6’1 height. She had the cutest button nose, black colored doe shaped eyes, full luscious lips, and well-defined cheek and jaw structure like she was born to model. Her body was perfect for me, even after two kids. After our first child, her A-Cup grew to a B-cup, and her hips widen. After our second child, the baby weight stayed on, ass got rounder, and she had a little stomach pouch. She hated how our second child changed her body, but I loved it because it showed how much her body matured. Aniyah was always a pretty girl, face always beat, hair slayed and dressed in the latest. She was that bitch, and she knew it. That’s why I was lucky to have her even though she has been getting on my nerves lately.
“Wayne...my mother is home. Fuck is you doing?” She said, then turned around to face me and pushed me back.
“Why are you tripping? We’ve fucked plenty of times while she was home. Hell, you even gave me some neck with the door half open while she was in her room.”
“Yeah, when I was young like fifteen. I’m grown now, and I’m not doing that childish shit anymore.”
“Now it’s childish shit. Wasn’t childish when you damn near choking on my dick a couple of months ago.”
“Right...months ago. I’m not doing that anymore.”
“Why not?” I asked while crossing my arms across my chest.
“We’re not married. I’m no longer doing wife shit for a nigga who only introduces me as his baby mama.” She said with her hand on her hips. I couldn’t contain my laugh and even leaned over because that shit was so funny.
“What the fuck is so funny?” She said while grabbing a baby wipe off her dresser and cleaning herself. Then she slipped on her gray leggings.
“You.” I continued to laugh. Aniyah rolled her eyes so hard I thought they were going to get stuck. I mean, y’all even laughed at that shit too, right? Imagine after almost five years with somebody, you one decide that you’re going to stop doing certain sexual things because you feel like it’s above your title. “Bae, you can’t be serious?” I asked.
“Dead serious, Wayne. It’s been five years, and I’m still your baby mama.”
“Aniyah, please don’t start that shit today. You’ve been sucking, licking, and slurping a nigga up for four years, and now all of a sudden, you feel like you need to be my wife to continue to do so. You do know, bitches out here doing that shit for free?”
“Well, I guess you get them bitches to suck, lick and slurp your ass up because I’m done. Matter fact, you ain’t getting none of this until you put a ring on it.” She stated while pointing to her ring finger and crossing her arms over her chest again.
“You know damn well if I go and do exactly that you’ll cry and bitch about how I broke your heart and trust. You always say shit like that, but stay whining when I double tap on a bitch’s Instagram post. Stop throwing little shit like that out there when you know you can’t handle if I were to do exactly what you said.”
“Well, I’m just letting you know that you’re not getting any head or pussy from me until I get a ring. So wherever you get it from, keep it there and make sure it’s doesn’t travel back to me.” She smirked. I honestly had to look at her for a minute because I couldn’t believe the dumb shit that was coming out of her mouth. Like she was basically telling to cheat and just keep it away from her until I was ready to propose. Like what the fuck? Now, to any fuck nigga out there- that shit sounded like angel music, but to me, that shit was just a door to destruction. As I said, I’m a monogamous guy, and I would rather be single and do whatever than be in a relationship and lead women on. That wasn’t me, and I guess I learned that from my parents.
“You’re probably only suggesting that because that’s what you want to do,” I said as I looked at her. She tried to act like she was unbothered by what I said, but her eyes told a different story.
“Boy, I don’t need to fuck around. I’m grown and-”
“And what?” I said, cutting her off. My face was so close to hers. I know some of my spit hit her lip. She was scared and was thinking hard about what to say next. I don’t condone hitting a female and would never will. However, I had a bad temper when being tested or disrespected.
“Nothing.” She said as she tried to breathe slowly. Aniyah knew not to test me.
“Whatever you think you got going on or plan on doing, that shit ends today. I don’t even want to think about what you meant when you said that. If you want this shit to be over, we can end it today, and both be grown. Is that what you want?” I asked. She didn’t say anything but just shook her head, “no.”
“So don’t ever say that shit again.”
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled. I backed away from her then gathered my stuff. Once I threw my bookbag over my shou
lder and had my phone in my hand, I left without saying another word to Aniyah. I made my way down the stairs and I saw her mother sitting on the couch with the TV on mute. I just gave her a half-smile because my mother raised me better, but I couldn’t stand her, and she couldn’t stand me. She just rolled her eyes as I continued to head to the door. I walked home since Aniyah lived about two blocks away from me. I replayed what she said repeatedly. Did she slip up and confessed that she was fucking around? Was she seeing somebody else because she was growing tired of waiting on a ring? Was she disloyal after all these years, or has she been playing me? Was she just like her hoe ass friends?
“Fool!” A voice said as I felt a slap on my neck. I was about to drop my bag and square up with whoever for playing with me, especially since Aniyah already pissed me off. However, I took a minute to look at whoever and cracked a half-smile. It was my homie, Maroon, aka Roon.
“Nigga, you lucky it was your ass,” I said as I embraced him for a bro hug.
“Or what?” He joked. We looked at each other then he laughed because he knew I had them hands.
“Yeah, you know,” I said.
“You right. I don’t want them hands. You got that, but I saw you crossing the street and called your name. You seemed to be in lost thought. Aye- hold on real quick.” He said before taking his iPhone out and answering it. “Where you at? Well, I hope you know, grandma said if there is another incident, you are coming with me and I ain’t allowing none of that shit you pulling go down over here. I’m not playing, Kay.” He said before I tuned him out.
Maroon and I went to school together and always remained cool. I wouldn’t call him my best friend, but it damn sure seemed like it since we’ve been friends for a long time, and he was like my right hand. We grew up just alike with struggling backgrounds, but when we were in middle school, his mother gave him and his sister away to their grandmother. And after that, he seemed cold-hearted except towards his sister and me. Education was no longer his focus, and he only showed up to the school to eat and keep his grandmother off his back. When we graduated from high school, he went right into the streets full time, and I found a 9 to 5 to support my family. He was forever trying to get me on with him, but that street life wasn’t for me, and my parents would kill me before I even said yes. My mother didn’t care what kind of job I had as long as it didn’t involve the streets. Once Roon turned eighteen, his grandmother let him bounce and do his own thing. I know he was working them corners for a minute, but word around town was that he ranked up and was calling some shots now. I don’t know if he was the direct plug or not, but I definitely saw the glow-up and admired it. Even now, his brown skin ass was rocking a damn lime-colored du-rag, black Henley Helly coat, black sweats, and Balenciaga sneakers. His jewelry was minimal today; diamond earrings, watch, and chain. Niggas always clowned him, saying he was a pretty boy because of how well he kept himself groomed.
“See you when I get home. Love you.” Roon said before ending his call.
“That was your lil sister?” I asked him while he put the phone in his pockets, then took the blunt tucked behind his ear and lit it.
“Yeah, man.” He said then took a couple of pulls from it. He took a couple more than handed it to me.
“Nah, man, my job is randomly testing,” I said.
“Shit, my bad bro. More for me, but I got something to help make sure urine is clean.”
“I’m good, man. But how is your sister doing? I haven’t seen her in years.” I said
“She’s good. She’s getting too grown though, acting like she's thirty or something. And always in some shit with her fake ass best friend. Grams getting old and tired of it, so I told her if she can’t put up with it anymore, I’ll get her ass. I’m hoping Kay gets it together because I don’t know anything about raising a teenager. Shit, I’m only twenty years old myself. And all of the shit I got going on is not a good environment for her, but that’s baby sis, so I’ll do whatever.”
“I get it. I’ll do the same for my little sisters.”
“Facts. So what’s up with you?” He asked, continuing to smoke.
“Man, Aniyah is stressing me out. She pressing me for a ring now. And I don’t why. We always said once we got better jobs and a place of our own, we would eventually get there, but now she is rushing shit.”
“Don’t rush marrying her ass. Propose when you are ready.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m nowhere near ready. But that’s not really what’s bothering me.” I said and regretted it instantly. I wasn’t sure about sharing what else Aniyah said, because I wasn’t trying to look like a sucka. I couldn’t be crying about having woman problems in front of my boy.
“What’s bothering you?”
“Uhh, nothing, man. It’s just relationship shit, you know, shit you avoid.”
“Right because I don’t have time for that emotional shit. You, my boy and all, but the way Aniyah be having you stressed, makes me happy that I don’t have a main joint.” We laughed. Roon wasn’t into relationships because he felt like it was too much maintenance to keep up. Still, I think it’s because of my sister, Raquel, who broke his heart about three years ago. I don’t know the exact details, but he was definitely hurt afterward, and since then, he avoided love.
“Yeah, fool. I’ll get up with you later. I need to go get these kids from Ms.Brenda.”
“Ms.Brenda is still watching kids?” He asked, finally ending his blunt.
“Yeah, in the same apartment, around the corner.”
“Damn, I ain’t even know that. I got some guys set up shop in that building. If I would’ve known she was babysitting your kids, I definitely would’ve picked another building. I’ll get on that ASAP.”
“Appreciate that,” I said then dapped him. We talked for another five minutes before I left to get my babies.
∞∞∞
“Hey, Ms.Brenda. How were my babies today?” I asked as she opened the door. She smiled then moved aside to let me in. Ms.Brenda was the neighborhood babysitter and always had a crib full of kids. She used to watch my siblings and me whenever my mother was working late. She was in her late fifties and still looked good for her age. She always reminded me of light-skin Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
“Hey baby, they were fine. Spoiled as ever.” Ms.Brenda said. They were a couple of kids playing in the living room, and it took me a minute to locate my babies. Asia, my youngest, walked up to me first, wrapping her little arms around my left leg. She resembled me the most and was definitely spoiled by me more. I loved and treated my kids equally, but Asia might have gotten a little more attention because we bonded more. My oldest, Ariana, resembled Aniyah and acted just like her. She’s been a mama’s girl since she entered this world. I know that she loved me, but I can tell that her loyalty was more towards Aniyah. She was still my baby, though, and at four years old, she was so smart. This fall, she would be starting big girl school and leaving Asia, who was only two behind. Aniyah claimed Asia would get over it, and we had time to prepare them, but they were close, and it was going to hurt both girls. Ariana loved being a big sister, and knowing her little sister was close. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted to get my shit together, so we all live together and be a real family. To Aniyah, she thought I wasn’t serious about marriage, but I was, just on my time.
“Ariana, your daddy is here,” Ms.Brenda called out. Ariana actually surprised me and came running to me as if she hasn’t seen me in forever.
“You missed daddy, huh?” I said, scooping her in my arms while Asia still held on. I loved my kids.
“Alright, Ms.Brenda, see you in the morning,” I said while grabbing the girls’ bookbag and making sure their coats were on.
“Okay, baby. Hurry up and get these babies inside. Thank God, you have a car now.” She said while walking us to the door.
“Wrong parent, Ms.Brenda. I’m still carless.” I said.
“Well, what happened? Aniyah came to get the kids a few days ago, and I saw her hop i
n a black Charger with the kids. I asked her about it the next morning when she dropped the kids off in the same car. She said, you finally got a car.”
“And she said I finally got a car?”
“Not necessarily. I just assumed it was you because it was definitely a guy driving. And who else would come with her to pick up y’all kids?” She said, itching to find some gossip to share with whoever or even my mama.
“That's probably her cousin. See you tomorrow, Ms.Brenda. Say bye, girls.” I said and quickly grabbed the girls’ hands.
“Bye, Ms.Brenda,” Ariana said.
“Byeeeeee,” Asia said.
Aniyah had me all the way fucked up now, and that shit she was saying was starting to make sense. The only thing was, I didn’t have actual proof. There have been plenty of times when her gay cousin took her to pick the kids up, but usually, she would say something. After all these years, I would have never thought she would be trying to play me. Hell, most of the time, she was clocking my ass about shit, but now I feel like it was a front because she was really out here doing dirt, and she had my kids around him. Nah, I’m not going for that, I’ve calmed down a lot since the girls, but she was about to awake the beast. Hopefully, there is a misunderstanding about everything.
3. Chianne
“Why you banging on the door like you, the damn police?” Eric said as he opened the door.
“I was standing outside for like ten minutes. I know you heard me knocking the first three times. I heard your loud ass tv and knew that damn game had your attention.” I rolled my eyes but had a slight smile on my face because I was happy that he was the one to open the door. I took in his light caramel complexion, hazel/green eyes, athletic physique, and tallness. He was my type, and if he wasn’t Bre’s brother, I definitely would’ve been made a move. I wasn’t afraid to go after what I wanted or make the first move. I took another look at him; his skin was blemish-free, had a little mustache and chin hair, and had his full pink lips that looked so soft and perfect for riding. Eric was a pretty boy and knew it; he was definitely the definition of a light skin nigga. And that small nose piercing only made him more irresistible.