by A'zayler
“I’m about to make some love to this pussy.” I laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her. I looked down at her but then around the room, trying to think of a nice way to say what I had to say next. “I ain’t got no condoms, Azayna.”
She was beneath me, sliding her hips upward so that she could feel my dick between her thighs. “I use them with everybody else, including Master. I swear on my life I would never hurt you. In no way… I’m clean.”
I heard the shit she was saying, but I wasn’t really sure about that.
“It’s some in that drawer, though. I keep them, so I’ll always have one in case they don’t.”
I was thankful for that. As soon as I grabbed a rubber from her drawer and put it on, I dove straight in. No brakes, just gas.
“Oh, fuck!” I groaned as soon as I felt her around me. “Fucking, fuck, Azayna.”
She was gushy as hell and creamier than a muthafucka. The way her pussy swallowed my dick had my eyes rolling backward. I was about to bust quick as hell If I didn’t get a hold of myself. Looking at her under me and listening to her moans was driving me insane. The moans were soft but loud, throaty but feminine, I wanted to live in them.
“I feel this pussy, boo. I want it all the time.”
Azayna grabbed my face and sucked my mouth into hers. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’m here now, you got me.” I kissed her neck, chin, eyes, and mouth. “Ain’t no way I’m going nowhere else.”
“I want you to be mine.” She was holding my face and looking into my eyes.
Her words made something in me tingle. Ever since my mama died, I’d had an underlying need to be somebody else’s. To have a sense of belonging. I’d always been hers, and now that she was gone, I was nobody’s. I lowkey desired to be important to someone outside of my sister. She had her man, and he was her number one person now.
I wanted to be needed by someone else. To be their world, the number one person to them. I wanted to matter. I’d been missing that feeling for too many years, so I bucked on everybody to avoid rejection. Even though I wouldn’t say it out loud, I was inwardly hoping Azayna was serious about me being hers.
“I don’t want nobody else to have you, only me.”
“I am yours.” I pushed all my dick in her and hit her with some long, deep loving. “And you mine.”
I watched in awe as she took my dick and made it hers without doing nothing but watching me fuck her. The connection was so deep and magnetic that it felt like we’d been fucking each other all of our lives. Fuck all that prostituting shit, she was about to keep this pussy for me and only me. It was so fucking wet, and I wanted to taste it so bad that I almost got mad that I couldn’t.
“I want to eat your pussy so bad.”
She looked away, and I saw the water in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just keep it clean for me, and I’ll hit it next time.” I kissed her mouth and sucked on her titties to bring her mind back to me.
I was working that pussy so good, I swear I heard it call my name. A fucking waterfall couldn’t compare to Azayna, and that was a fact. She had me moaning and shaking so hard I barely recognized myself.
“Come ride me.” I pulled out and laid back.
She hopped on me and squatted so that she was on her feet. It was the best fucking view I’d ever had. I could see everything about her. Her facial expressions, my dick loving on her, and her titties moving all crazy for me. When she made eye contact, that just topped it off for me. She was staring at me with her dreads falling around her face and shoulders.
“You’re a queen, ma.” I gripped her titties in both of my hands. “My queen, and you’re about to start acting like one.”
She nodded and started crying again. I knew she was gon’ like the game I was spitting to her; girls always did. Talking during sex was the secret trick to keeping the pussy wet. Any nigga not talking while he fucking has never fully felt his girl’s wetness. Me, on the other hand, I would talk until Azayna’s pussy got so wet that it slid off.
“Slide up and let me look at my li’l joint real quick.”
She looked a little confused at first, but once she realized I was talking about her pussy, she smiled too hard. I winked and smiled back at her. We just watched each other for a few seconds, enjoying what we were doing. A short while later, as she was told, Azayna propped herself up on my thighs and lifted her midsection off my dick so that I could see her pussy. It was soaked.
“Come let me kiss it.”
She came, and I leaned up to place a kiss on her. The way she screamed, you would have thought I was full out eating her up.
I slapped one side of her ass to get her back right. “Sit back on it.”
When she did, I flipped her back over so that I was on top and made some straight hood nigga love to that girl. By the time I felt myself about to cum, I could feel her tightening her whole body around me.
“It’s happening, Egyyyyypppt! I’m there!”
I looked at her face and hit her harder and harder. “Come on then, boo. Get it all wet.”
That’s exactly what she did. Everything was wet. Me, her, the bed, and anything else that might have come in contact with her orgasm. Not even a minute after that, I came too. Loud as hell and heavy as a muthafucka as I fell on top of her. We were both breathing hard when she tried to get out of the bed. I yanked her ass right back.
“Where you going?”
She paused. “I was about to wipe off.”
I shook my head. She might have done that with her tricks, but I wasn’t them. “Nah, lay back down. Keep me on you because I damn sure ain’t about to wipe you away no time soon.”
She smiled and scooted closer to me. Her head was on my chest when I circled my arm around her and kissed her forehead before closing my eyes.
“I love this,” she whispered while holding my joint in her hand. “Like, really love it. I want to suck it, squeeze it, kiss it, anything I can. I just love it.” Low laughter followed her confessions.
“It loves you back, boo.” I rubbed up and down her arm. “Azayna, you know how bad we just fucked ourselves up just now?”
“Yeah, I kind of know.”
“Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll figure something out for us.”
“Good, because I don’t want this to be over.”
I agreed with her. “Nah, it’s too soon. I ain’t done giving you me yet.” I kissed her forehead again. “Go to sleep.”
And just like that, I finally understood what everybody had been saying. That moment… that feeling… that girl… me, it was all the beginning of us.
Chapter 11
-Azayna
“I swear, Zebrina, he was so sweet. I have never in my life felt like that when I was with a man.” I closed my eyes and sighed as I thought about Egypt.
I was lying in the middle of my bed telling my one and only friend about my night, and every single time I thought about it, my stomach would do this funny flipping thing.
“And this is the same man who called your wig tired, correct?”
She and I both burst out laughing when she said that. That shit had been funny as hell. No matter how rude it was, it was still crazy funny.
“Yesssss! But he wasn’t rude like that last night,”
Zebrina giggled. “Finally! Yes! My goodness. I am here for all of this.” Zebrina carried on dramatically for a few more seconds while I laughed. “So, what happened when it was time for him to go? I know that wasn’t easy for y’all was it?”
“I don’t know about him, but it wasn’t for me. I was so scared that once he left it would all be over. Our time together, the closeness, the happiness, just everything. I just knew he was going to leave, and it was going to be like none of it had ever happened, but surprisingly, it hasn’t been like that.” I flipped over on my stomach and went to our text messages. “Okay, so right after he left, I’m assuming when he got into the car, he texted me and told me that he was missing me alr
eady and to handle whatever business I had for the day because he would be back over later.”
“Zayyyyyyy!” Zebrina squealed in excitement.
“I know, Brina. I know, man. This is all just too good to be true. This nigga went from not liking me to missing me. You think it’s fake?”
That thought had been plaguing me for hours because it all felt too good to be true. Egypt and I had known each other all these years, and all we did was argue and fight. Not once had we said more than two nice sentences to each other, if that, and then this. My stomach flipped again when his face popped into my head. I smiled like he was actually in front of me and not just in my memories.
“Don’t do that, Azayna. It is not fake. Things happen like this sometimes. Egypt isn’t the type to say something he doesn’t mean. Look how he runs you down when you’re in the streets. He be meaning every word he says too.” She and I both laughed because she was right. “So, if he said all that nice stuff last night, I’m sure he meant that as well. Just think, he’s been in your face all this time, but God didn’t give him to you until he knew you were ready. You were just telling me yesterday morning that you were tired of tricking and that you were ready to be loved, and now look at you.” Zebrina sucked her teeth. “Baby, you can’t tell me God’s timing ain’t perfect.”
See, stuff like that was why I loved Zebrina more than life itself. She was always so positive and encouraging. She’d never judged me or put me down for being a prostitute. Only talked and pushed me to be better. I appreciated her so much. Why on earth God would see fit for a medical student and a prostitute to become best friends, I have no clue. I’m just glad he did.
“You’re right, but what if we get around people and he starts acting differently?”
“If he does, then you’ll know how to treat him back, but that’s not the Egypt I know. He’s nice and mean all at the same time. Definitely loyal, though. A little too gang bangy for me, but perfect for you. You love hood dudes.”
I was cracking up. Zebrina was so funny. “You’re so white.”
She was laughing too. “I’m just saying, that’s what you like. I personally could never, but you can, so do your thing boo.”
“Don’t call me boo, that’s his word for me.”
“Boo, boo, boo, screw you. I’ll call you what I want. Boo isn’t limited to just Egypt.” She playfully smacked her lips. “Boy, I tell you. These women get a man for two minutes and want to act brand new.”
“Baby, the hood is about to know I have a man. I’m about to act funny with everybody.” I was smiling, but it instantly turned into a frown.
I had been so high off Egypt that I hadn’t thought about Master or my tricks since he’d been gone. How was he going to feel about me still being a prostitute? Did I even feel like being one anymore? What would people think of him for dating me? My head fell forward as my thoughts overwhelmed me. This was never going to work.
In that moment, I literally regretted every single thing I’d done in life. Everything that I was and everything that I’d become. What had I been thinking? No man would ever wife the chick who had been held by the hood. There were so many niggas who Egypt associated with on a daily basis that I’d let bust down.
“Brina…” I sighed heavily.
“What, baby?”
“This isn’t going to work. I’ve slept with so many of his friends.”
Zebrina sucked her teeth. “And? He knew that before he came and laid up with you all night and told you all that sweet stuff. Don’t worry about it. He said he’ll figure something out for y’all, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, but still. He was probably caught up in the moment.”
“I don’t think so, but I say just go with the flow. Don’t overthink anything. Just enjoy it.”
I nodded because she was right. Egypt had known who I was. It wasn’t like I’d hidden it from him.
“I love you, Brina.”
“Love you too mamas. Hit me up when Egypt comes so I can say hey. I’m about to go study right now.”
“I’ll think about it.” I snickered. “Talk to you later.”
We ended our call, and I got up and headed for the kitchen. I had some dishes that needed to be washed before I headed out for the day. I’d already gotten two texts from Master detailing the three men who would be looking for me that day and the times I should expect them.
After my night with Egypt, I really wasn’t craving sex from anybody but him, but work was work. I’d go make that quick money and get back home in time enough for Egypt to slide back through. My mood brightened at just the thought of him. That li’l nigga was crack. I laughed as I thought about him being too little to have so much dick.
I’d thought Joshua was packing, but Li’l Egypt was swinging like hell. I grabbed my stomach and rubbed it. I knew for a fact it had to be sore on the inside. Egypt had smashed and bashed me with no remorse.
“Ooooohh,” I moaned and slid to my kitchen floor.
I’d just seen his face between my legs with his lips on the box like it was his. My eyes repeatedly rolled as my stomach flipped uncontrollably.
“Goodness. That dick was good.” I stood back to my feet. “Get it together, bitch. Get it to fucking gether.”
Once I was finally able to get control of the shivers and shakes Egypt had my body going through from last night, I was able to get dressed and head for the bus stop.
While getting dressed, the man from Master’s house popped into my head again. He’d texted me earlier right after Egypt had left, requesting to see me again. I’d thought about ignoring him, but after spending that type of time with Egypt, there was no way I’d let something happen to him. After a few seconds of deep thoughts, I texted him back and set up a time for the weekend.
Those were my only off days, so I’d have to chill with him then. Surprisingly, he’d been okay with that. We text back and forth once or twice more before our conversation ended. My mind had been going in all types of directions because not only was this man in another gang, but I still hadn’t learned his name yet. I could be setting up my own death and didn’t even know it. All in the name of Egypt.
Another deep sigh left me as I stood in my closet pondering the sticky situation I was in. To take my mind off anything going wrong, I went back to looking for clothes. Versus my normal attire, I chose to dress down a little more that day. Instead of a tight dress, I wore some blue jean shorts with a red crop top. Instead of the plastic heels that Egypt hated with a passion, I wore some sandals.
Of course, my wig was still in place, but I’d switched the part today so that it was in the middle. It was still big and wavy so that my locs could be hidden, but I’d wet it, so it looked a little more exotic and maintained. My plastic jewelry was at home on my bathroom counter along with the majority of my makeup. I’d still done a full face, but it wasn’t as caked up as I normally wore it.
My reflector sunglasses were covering a lot of my face as I trekked down the street. When I reached the bus stop and got on, I looked out of the window and thought about Egypt. As much as I wanted to see him, I didn’t want to see him. I missed his cute little light skinned face, but I didn’t want to see it while I was hopping in another nigga’s ride. That was big facts.
I shook my head just thinking about it. The possibility of seeing him while I was tricking was so frightening to me that I texted him in hopes of finding out where he was so I could avoid his ass.
Azayna: I miss your face
He texted right back.
Egypt: That’s all you miss?
Azayna: Lol, of course not. What you up to today?
Egypt: Shit, on the block
Egypt: My head been hurting all day. I can’t wait to get back to your crib and lay down
Baby, I was cheesing so hard that he could have seen it from wherever he was right then. I loved a nigga who knew how to text back fast, and one who wasn’t afraid to double text. That’s right, boo. Show me you’re interested. Once again, I was smiling too hard t
o not even be in his presence.
Azayna: I’m on my way to the city. I can bring you something.
Egypt: I don’t take medicine. I do want to look at you for a minute, though.
Azayna: You will today… okay I’ll find you
Egypt: I need another one of them kisses
Shit! I was about to be a whole fool for this man in a minute.
Egypt: I parked by the gas station, come here
I told him that I would and prepared myself to see him. Hopefully, I could get to the gas station, see him, and be on my way before my first trick got there.
Eventually, the bus got to my stop, and I got off, headed to my boo. I was walking fast as hell trying to make sure I got there before any cars pulled up and started hollering my name too loud. The sun was blazing, and I was feeling the hell out of myself because of Egypt. Your walk hits different when you had your man is behind you hyping you up. Egypt may not have said anything pertaining to me physically, but the fact that he wanted to see and kiss me was enough.
I spotted that black car before I could even get into the parking lot good. For a brief moment, I wondered whose white car he’d been in at the grocery store that day and again yesterday. I’d never seen him in it before, but I guess that didn’t mean it wasn’t his. I rarely ever saw Egypt, and when I did, it surely wasn’t on anything personal.
When I finally rounded the corner, I spotted Myeisha and Quez. I didn’t see Egypt anywhere. I checked the parking lot quickly, but still didn’t see him, so I walked toward the gas station to grab him something for his headache. I was hoping like hell that Myeisha didn’t start nothing with her thirsty ass, but I should have known better.
“Damn, look at you.” She smiled while blowing smoke from her mouth.
I cringed when she stuck her arm out for a hug.
“What’s going on, y’all?” I spoke to them both once I’d pulled out of her hug.
