Two Sides to a Love Story: Rico & Raja's Story

by Natavia

  A half an hour later I was unlocking the door. The TV was on in the living room. Rico was sitting on the couch with his baller shorts on, with a high lighter behind his ear and pen in his mouth, flipping through his text book. His red and black tattoos on his arms look good on his light skin. He has a scripture across his chest written inside of angel wings that reads: Even though I walk through the darkest valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, For you are with me; Your rod and your staff they comfort me ~ Psalm 23:4

  He was so into his textbook, so I clear my throat and he looks at me with anger written across his face.

  “Where the fuck you been?” he ask closing his textbook.

  “I was over Tataliscious’ house!” I rat him out. Tataliscious always brags about how he can fight like a man, well here is his chance. I laughed at the thought to myself.

  “You want me to leave Raja?” he asked me then my stomach started feeling queasy. Hell no I don’t want him to leave, but I won’t tell him that.

  “If you want to Rico, shit! You can do what the fuck you want to do!” I say instead.

  “Yo shorty, on some real shit, if you don’t straighten your shit up I’m leaving your ass. I don’t have time for your ratchet ass mouth. I’m sick of that shit. You think that shit is attractive? Well it’s fucking not! I’m only still here for two reasons and that’s because of my son and I love you. But its ways I can get around that and fucking leave,” he says standing up. He walks over to me then snatches my purse. I tried reaching it but he holds it high over my head. This nigga knows he is wrong for that shit. He dumps my contents out and when my phone falls out, he shoves me away so he can snatch it up.

  He goes through my phone looking to see if I got all of his calls and text messages.

  “Yo, you foul as fuck! It’s all good though. You want to play games then go ahead. A nigga still young and you keep forgetting that Raja. I have my whole life ahead of me and I don’t have to sit here and take this shit. All I need to do is take care of my son and that’s it,” he says.

  “Are you cheating on me? Just let me know and we can go from here. I feel like there is another girl and I want to know. I feel that shit and it’s always on my mind. Just fucking tell me, is it Dior?” I ask.

  “I’m not cheating on you. I just don’t like coming home when you keep asking me stupid shit,” he says.

  “Okay Rico, I will stop. You come home at a decent hour I won’t ask you shit. I just want us go back to how we were before we moved in together,” I tell him.

  “I can dig it lil’ shorty. But on some real, I’m getting you a new car. I’m sick of that little shit you been riding in. You’ve had that shit too long now. I don’t feel safe for y’all, especially when you on the expressway. My nerves be bad as fuck when I don’t hear from you. I be thinking you tipped over somewhere and nobody can find you,” he says.

  “I don’t want you wasting your money on nothing like that,” I tell him.

  “Yo, I’m not discussing this shit no more; we getting rid of that shit,” he says ending the discussion.

  I walk upstairs to Zy’s room and he is in his crib knocked out. When I say he looks just like his daddy, he looks just like his daddy. It’s almost like Rico did all the work. My son looks nothing like me. He’s darker than Rico and that’s it, but he has his hair eye color, nose, lips, hair and face shape.

  I go to our bedroom and Rico is knocked out already. Thank God his simple ass isn’t snoring. Zy must have tired him out today. I take my clothes off putting them in the basket in the bathroom. I put my shower cap on and take a long, relaxing shower. I know I’m going to sleep good tonight because Rico is home. When he stays out all night and I don’t hear from him, I toss and turn not being able to get any sleep.

  After my shower, I massage my body with coconut oil. I put on my black silk kimono robe that opened up in the front, revealing some of my breasts. My shaved pussy with Rico’s name tattooed at the top of my bikini line, with a drawing of a pair of lips that looks just like his lips, was peeking out. I got it when he got my name on his neck.

  I crawls onto the bed and then on top of him. He moves a little. I trace my pointy, long witch nails down his toned chest, to his thick dick print that I love so much. I slide his shorts down and he is still sleep, but his dick is nice and hard. The sight makes my nipples ache to be sucked. My pussy throbs and I can feel my heat coming from between my legs. I stand up holding his dick, lowering down on it. His thick head penetrates my entrance making me wince a little. I slide down slowly until he fills me up. I sat there for a while leaning forward, kissing his lips. I love me some Darico. I would bitch and complain and fight with him and that’s only because I’m afraid to lose him.

  Rico

  I wake up to the sight of Raja sitting on top of me with her robe on, opened, revealing her dark, chocolate nipples and dark, round breasts. I grabbed both of them bringing them to my face. She throws her head back as I held both of them together, going back and forth licking them. I gently sucked on one then her pussy gripped my dick so tight I grunted. She pushes me back, her hands pressed firmly against my chest as she rides me slowly. Her long weave brushes against my legs. I grip her thick ass cheeks and she moans. Raja has the best ride game ever. I’ve been fucking since thirteen and I have never fucked a broad who rode my dick like this.

  “Shit, Raja! Ride this dick! FUCK!” I say as she slowly rides me. She doesn’t ride me all fast like and off beat. She rides me nice and slow, rotating her hips and making me feel all of her. She was making love to the dick. I grab her breasts, biting my lip. She digs her nails deeper into my chest.

  “OHHHHHHHH! RICCOOOOOOO!” she coos.

  My fingers are sinking into her ass cheeks as I grip them tighter. Her knees are planted firmly into the mattress and she seductively moves her hips. Her nails almost penetrate my skin as she gets wetter. I slide her robe down from off her shoulders. She is now fully naked. I sit up in a sitting position. I kiss her neck and she hugs me tighter. Her full breasts are pressed against my chest. I lift her up bringing her down further on to my dick and she moans louder. “YESSSSSSS! RICO!” she cries out as I worked her harder onto my erection. My nuts tighten up. My blood flows to the tip of my dick, throbbing against her g-spot.

  She wraps her legs around my waist and I grip her ass tighter, holding her firmly as she sucks on my ear. “I’m about to cum!” she moans with sweat beads forming on her cleavage. My mouth watered, as I grab her whole left breast stuffing it into my mouth. I was hungry for that shit! She speeds up and I suck harder. She bites my cheek then my teeth sunk into her nipple. She lets out this scream and I grunt as my dick squirts my seeds into her. “FUCK! RAJA! SHIT!” I grit, as her walls contract tighter around my dick draining me.

  Her head lazily falls over my shoulder and she wraps her arms around me. Her body starts trembling and I feel tears on my shoulders. I rub her back because I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with my shorty.

  “What’s good shorty?” I ask as she sobs hard into my neck, hugging me tighter. She doesn’t answer me; she just cries. I’ve never witnessed this emotional part of Raja before. She appears to be emotionless and sometimes I hate that shit. I put my feelings all out on the table and she still walks around being a bitch with a fucked up attitude that would make any normal nigga leave. I know I’m not a normal nigga because I put up with the shit.

  “Raja, your little ass better not be cheating on me. I swear yo, I will kill you and that nigga! I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you. You pregnant?” I ask her and she raises her head from off my shoulder grilling me.

  “Nigga, I ought to punch you in your damn throat asking me some shit like that! How the fuck you are going to fix your damn mouth to ask me about cheating when you stay out all hours of the night!” She gets up from my lap grabbing her robe.

  “You pregnant?” I asked her.

  “Hell no, nigga! I take my pills faithfully! Can a bitch just have a moment?” she snaps ru
dely and I laugh at her.

  “What the fuck is going on with you? You be putting your little ass hands on me. You lucky your fucking hits don’t hurt or else I will be fucking you up. Keep on Raja and I will have your ass swinging from the ceiling like a fucking piñata. Your attitude is ugly as fuck,” I tell her and she just stands there with her hands on her hips, grilling me with her lips curled up.

  “I wish you fucking would hit me while I’m sitting down. I know your ass. Whatever thought you got in your head you better get rid of that shit!” I tell her smiling.

  “Nigga, you ain’t cute,” she says.

  “Girl, I’m fine as fuck, fuck you mean? You in awe with your nigga, don’t front! I can feel you watching me while I sleep,” I tell her and she smiles wiping her eyes. I pull her in between my legs.

  “All jokes aside Raja, what’s wrong with you?” I ask her.

  “I feel like a bitch is trying to take my spot,” she says.

  “I know that’s not what the problem is. It’s something else and obviously you keep lying to yourself about what the fuck is really going on. Keep using this shit as an excuse for our problems and we going to end up splitting up,” I tell her.

  She smacks her teeth then switches into the bathroom. That saying “big things comes in small packages” is the truth. Raja is the most difficult ass chick I have ever been around. But I love her ass though. A nigga better not act like he stepping to her.

  Raja

  It’s a warm day outside, so we all are meeting up to ride through the streets. When it’s nice out, everyone brings out their four-wheelers, motorcycles and dirt bikes. We are going down to the hood to show out. We take Zy to my mom’s house for the weekend since she’s been dying to see him. I love my mother but I feel like it’s her fault my sister is dead. My father, Roland is married to some white bitch and thinks he is too good to come around us black folks. I will see him here and there or maybe talk to him on the phone sometimes. He left me, my sister and my mama in the hood for his wife. He ain’t shit but a sucker ass nigga!

  Rico pulls up next to Corey’s pick-up truck with dirt bikes on the back of it. I look at Corey and roll my eyes and he just laughs with a blunt hanging out his mouth.

  “Austin Powers and mini me, what’s popping?” he ask. This nigga makes me sick. As handsome as he is and as innocent as he looks, you wouldn’t think the nigga would be so screwed up.

  “Nigga, fuck you! Where Tee-Tee bald-headed, baby head ass at?” Rico asks back. This is going to be a long ass day with these damn fools. I just pray Tarae doesn’t show up.

  “Ay nigga, you don’t call her bald-headed, fuck wrong with you?” Corey asks.

  “Rico, how long we going to be chilling out here?” I ask.

  “Raja, chill the fuck out! Loosen up. We chilling. If I would’ve come by myself my phone would be blowing up with you asking me about a bitch. So, I brought your insecure ass with me so you can see for yourself. Yo, please don’t start no shit today,” Rico says.

  Corey laughs. “About time nigga! OH SHIT! My nigga Rico Suave coming back! Okay, I see you my G!” he laughs.

  Tee-Tee gets out the truck with jeans on, a black wife beater and a pair of all black Nike Foamposites. Her hair is in a Mohawk with designs on the sides, similar to how Keisha Ka’oir wears hers.

  “There goes the hardest nigga out here,” Rico says to her.

  “Fuck you chump,” she says back.

  “Yo Tee-Tee, why the fuck you got that wife beater on? Put your damn jacket back on!” Corey tells her.

  “I’m grown,” she says to him.

  “Tee-Tee, on some real nigga shit, I will slap the fuck out of your ass! You see all these niggas out here. It’s too early out for me to murk a nigga. You showing too much of my shit!” he grills her and I roll my eyes at him because I know she is going to do it.

  She walks back to the truck and he and Rico starts laughing.

  “Yo, she mad like shit!” Corey says.

  I get out the truck. I’m wearing black leggings with a purple and black mid-sleeve baseball shirt. I have a purple and black bandana tied around my neck with some black shell heads. My hair is braided into two French braids.

  “Where is everyone else at?” I asked Tee-Tee.

  “Cam in school, Royal got the kids, and Jamie and Killa said they were on their way,” she says.

  “Where is Tata?” she asks me.

  “He said he not coming in the hood! You know how Tata is!” I tell her laughing.

  Killa and Jamie pull up then.

  “Heyyyyyy Divas!” she says getting out the truck, strutting over to Tee-Tee and I.

  “Heyyyyyy!” we sang. She gives us air kisses then Killa walks over.

  “Where those bitch niggas at? They were talking big shit earlier,” he says. A few girls walk pass and they hungrily stare at Killa. I shake my head. These bitches don’t give a fuck!

  “Damn the thirst is real as shit out here!” I say out loud. They turn around and grill me, then Tee-Tee pushes her body up from Corey’s truck from leaning on it.

  “Is there a problem?” she asks them. They ignore her and walk off.

  “Come on Tee-Tee, chill the fuck out before I get your man!” Killa laughs.

  “That nigga can get it too! He already knows what’s up,” she says and we laughed.

  Killa kisses Jamie on the cheek and she blushes. He taps her ass. “Don’t get fucked up Jamie! No bullshit! A nigga getting too old to be trying to knock these niggas out,” he tells her.

  “Boy, bye!” she smiles, waving him off.

  “The love is in the air,” I say and Jamie grills me.

  “So Raja, what’s this shit I hear about you treating Rico bad? You know Tataliscious called me this morning and told me everything with his messy ass,” she says.

  “Between you and Tata I don’t know who can hold water the most,” Tee-Tee says and I agree. Jamie and Tataliscious are some messy motherfuckers.

  “Hush, Tee-Tee,” she waves her off then looks at me. “Seriously Raja, don’t do nothing that will end up hurting yourself. Killa and I are stronger than ever but girl, that man was fixin’ to leave my messy ass,” she says. Well at least she’s being honest.

  “I hear y’all talking,” I say, brushing them off. I’m not trying to hear that shit. It’s nice out and it’s a Friday and I’m trying to chill.

  All of a sudden I hear arguing and it’s Corey and Rico. I roll my eyes.

  “These motherfuckers get on my damn nerves!” Jamie says and we just look at her.

  “Bitch, I know you not talking. Just because Killa’s laid back doesn’t mean shit! When shit pops off he be the first one swinging,” Tee-Tee says.

  “Whatever Tee-Tee! Corey and Rico’s young asses are assholes, plain and simple! Only two who has some sense is Royal and Killa. Those two fools right there is not right and you know that shit,” she argues.

  We walk to the basketball court and the arguing gets louder.

  “Yo, fuck you nigga! You keep on running off with the mouth,” Rico says to Corey.

  “I wish y’all two shut the fuck up, damn. Y’all make me sick,” Tee-Tee says.

  “Tee-Tee shut your baldheaded ass up real quick! This nigga trying to tell me he beat me on the Madden game this morning while we were playing on line,” Corey says and I grill Rico. They are arguing about simple shit.

  “Seriously, Rico?” I asked him.

  “Hell yeah! That nigga was cheating! Corey probably got Rashaad fat ass play his game. I want my money nigga!” Rico says to him.

  Killa is cracking up but this shit is not funny. Rico and Corey ruin everything. If there is a get together, those fools will argue and bet on the sky being blue if they could. They are always betting.

  Corey goes in his pocket pulling out some money then slaps it into Rico’s hand.

  “There your bitch ass goes,” he says then they start laughing.

  “No, bullshit I did get Rashaad to play though,” he admits.

>   “I figured that. That nigga kept calling time-outs! I knew his fat neck ass was going on snack breaks,” Rico says and Corey laughs. They start talking about Tee-Tee’s brother like she wasn’t there.

  “Don’t say anything Tee-Tee, it’s okay. They’re just special; you got to ignore them,” Jamie says.

  Everyone was chilling and laughing. I was sitting on Rico’s lap facing him as we sat on his four-wheeler. He put the blunt in his mouth bringing it close to my lips. I wrapped my lips around the end inhaling the exotic weed.

  “Your lips looking sexy as fuck! Can you wrap them around my dick tonight?” he asked licking his lips while staring at mine.

  “It depends on if you wrapping yours around my pussy,” I tell him scooting closer.