I'll Be Down for You: A Bay Area Saga

by Xuri Foxx

  “For real?”

  “Hundred percent.”

  “Wow,” she pondered, before looking away momentarily. She turned back to look at me, then spoke. “I honestly think he woulda cosigned me and you being together. So you just held out for nothin’, Sir.”

  “What if I ain’t tryin’ to hold out no more though?”

  She lowered her lids slightly and flashed a bashful smile at me. “Whew…it just got hot up in here though,” she remarked, animatedly fanning her face.

  “You think you’d be ready for somebody like me?” I asked her.

  “Oh yeah, I’d for sure be ready for somebody like you. Don’t act like you don’t know I’ve been crushing on you since I was sixteen. Don’t eeeven try to act like you don’t know.”

  “Alright. So let’s do it like this then; you spend the rest of the day with me and we see what happens from there.”

  “Okay, I’m with that. You gonna tell me about your visit to Dani’s house and what she was talking about?”

  “Oh yeah, Danielle,” I said, taking a short pause. “She’s legit. She was for sure down with DJ. She seems like good people too. I just don’t know quite what to do with her now though. She has that house that DJ got her, and DJ was fronting her lifestyle. And from what she told me, they were for real about to be together. So, you know we rock with Eva, and—”

  “You rock with Eva,” she interrupted. “I don’t rock with Eva.”

  “See, I thought I noticed something with y’all, but you can’t ever be too sure with females. What’s up with that?”

  “She’s a gold digger looking for a free ride.”

  “Why you think that?”

  “Come on now, Khalil. Y’all men stay getting taken by a pretty face—a pretty face or a stripper pole-ready!”

  “Aww, you comin’ hard! You wrong for that!”

  “It’s true though. Y’all do get down like that. And as far as Eva’s goes, her ass has a degree from Stanford. Stanford, okay? And she hasn’t done a damn thing with it. Not even get into the business. Who does that shit?”

  “So, you’re saying that if I make you my woman, and you already have all this here, and what you already have from DJ, that you’ll wanna work?”

  “Hell yeah! I need my brain busy. I mean, shit, I’m not sayin’ that I wouldn’t want my man to take care of me, but I wanna at least see what I can do. I’m hungry for that corporate life and callin’ shots. Like hungry for it.”

  “I admire that. For real. I feel like I’m getting to know you for the first time—as an adult.”

  “Yeah, I’m kind of a Boss, ain’t I?” she gushed, playfully. “I’m playin’!”

  “Nah, shit, don’t retract. Toot ya own horn. Nothing wrong with that at all.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, Khalil. I don’t dislike her. Not at all. I guess more than anything, I just don’t respect her . . . that much. And then, she got the good life where she only has to look pretty, fuck her man, and shop, and she couldn’t even give my uncle any babies. I’m surprised he didn’t have no babies on her.”

  “Whoa! Listen to you! No woman would ever be good enough for DJ,” I laughed.

  “That’s not true. Eva wasn’t a horrible choice, but he coulda done better. I’m just sayin’. But enough about Eva. What’s up with Dani? If DJ was taking care of her—”

  “I’m already making steps so you don’t need to think about that at all.”

  She sighed deeply. “It’s just so much to deal with all at once.”

  “Yeah, well that’s not even the whole story either,” I said, hesitantly. I hadn’t wanted to tell Jazz because I didn’t know how she’d feel about it, but after hearing what she had just said, it might be the best time to just say it.

  “What does that mean? What more could there be?”

  “I think you know…”

  “She’s pregnant?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Whaaat?!” She started to smile, but then paused and blurted out, “Why didn’t she tell me that when I met her ass? Why’d she wait to tell you?”

  “She said that she didn’t know how you would take it. She was prepared to not say anything at all. So it’s good you even told me about her so I could go and talk to her myself.”

  “So, when is she taking a paternity test? I’m not just up and ready to take her at her fuckin’ word like that. I don’t give a fuck what kind of house deed she has, or pieces of mail with DJ’s name on it.”

  “Well, this part you might not wanna hear, but you’re gonna have to contact your mother or your aunt in Canada, for DNA. Without DJ, we need a sibling.”

  “Ugh! Why can’t we test the baby against me? I’m his family.”

  “We’ll find out about that. It might be inconclusive, but we’ll have her ask her doctor on her next visit and go from there.”

  “Good. I’d rather do that because I’m not reaching out to that lady, or her bootsie ass sister. They didn’t come to their own brother’s funeral. They haven’t been around in all these years. Fuck them broads.”

  I put my hand on the top of her thigh and rubbed it lightly. “Okay. We got you over here to get your mind off of stuff, so let’s go figure out what we’re gonna eat and then find a few movies to watch.”

  She turned to me and smiled that pretty ass smile of hers. “That’s a good idea. I’m down for some Le Cheval’s,” she suggested.

  “I see we just gonna end up in Oakland regardless, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “Let’s go then. While I go and grab my keys, you might wanna call ya girl and let her know that you won’t be making it to her block party.”

  14

  Jazzmina

  Of course, Desiree had an attitude when I called to let her know that I wasn’t coming, but I wasn’t really worried about it. After talking to Khalil, I started to think that maybe a block party might not have been a good idea anyway. Knowing Desi, those same dudes from the block would probably be there too, and I really didn’t need that crowd. Besides that, hanging out with Khalil was where I wanted to be. I was enjoying myself. It took me a minute to realize that it was even a date that we were on. He was funny as hell, fine as hell, and smart as hell—everything I had ever thought about having in a man—whenever I thought about having one. And he was a little older so that was a huge plus too.

  “This is the best food, ever. They really need to build one of these out my way.”

  “Or, you could just come out here as much as you want and I’ll bring you.”

  Shit, why he gotta say sexy shit like that to me when all I’ve been wanting to do since I pulled up and he was standing on his grass, was fuck him. Why?

  “Like that?”

  “Straight like that.”

  “Okay then. Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

  “I think you should.”

  My leg was bouncing underneath the table. It wasn’t nerves, it was hunger. And not for the clay pot that I was fuckin’ up…but for the dick that I had been wondering about for years. He didn’t even know that all he had to say was ‘Open says me’ and a bitch’s legs was gonna spread like full splits.

  “I think I will…”

  “Well, what about tonight? You wanna spend the night with me?”

  Hell yeah!

  “I didn’t bring clothes, Khalil.”

  He looked at me for a few seconds, and then commented, “Bra, panties, a fit, some shoes…is that the stuff you need? Whatever you’re gonna sleep in…is that everything?”

  “Yeah…” I dragged. “I think so.”

  “Okay. So, we leave here and we go to Macy’s and get what you need. That’s easy.”

  “I see you tryin’ to get me all sprung and stuff. A man I can talk to, lean on, who feeds me, caters to my needs. Damn, Khalil. Is this what I was missin’ out on? You are all kinds of three-hundred-sixty-degrees of man. Where is your woman at? I just know you have one somewhere—or a few.”

  “I’m single. I’ve been single for eig
ht months. I’m choosing carefully,” he remarked, looking dead into my eyes without so much as a blink.

  I licked my lips before I even realized what I was doing and smiled at him. “That’s a dumb broad. She never tried to come back and claim you?”

  “When I’m done, I’m done. Wasn’t nothing to come back for.”

  “Oh okay. So you’re one of those ‘One and done’, types, huh?”

  “Yep. Gotta be. I don’t really see a reason to get back to something that failed. It failed for a reason.”

  “You are hard! I hope that if we ever make it to relationship status that you don’t just throw me away at the first sign of distress.”

  “Nah, I don’t think that would happen.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure that if it gets to the point where I’m making you my woman, expectations will already be in place and talked about. That’s first and foremost before that leap; that way neither one of us is jeopardizing anything we might have for bullshit. So, after that, if either of us do something to fuck it up after we already put our shit on the table, then it wasn’t something we wanted for real.”

  “Khalil, you know it’s not as black and white as that. I ain’t even had hella relationships, and I know that it’s more to it than that.”

  Khalil was sounding like one of those ‘no grey area’ people who didn’t see shit in the middle. He had to get rid of that because everybody needed room for error.

  “That could be,” he said. “Maybe you could show me something that I don’t know. Maybe I missed something along the way.”

  “Yeah, well, if I’m the one to show you, it ain’t so you can go reclaiming old bitches from your past; it’s so you can know what’s good for whatever we might have at that time.”

  He nodded in agreement. “I got you.”

  ~*~*~

  After we left from our late lunch, we did just what Khalil said and went to Macy’s to get the stuff I needed. I was glad too because what I didn’t want was to be going back home from his house with the same shit I came over with. So we got everything, including, toiletries from the Walgreen’s near his house.

  Once night fell, we were nice off of some Cognac and watching television on the big screen in the den, slash pool room, slash game room. I had on a tank and some pajama shorts and Khalil had on a white tank and some Raiders pajama pants. I swear I felt like wifey up in there. I had never dated a dude with his own spot; let alone his own fuckin’ big ass three-bedroom house. The shit was a bachelor pad, but a bachelor pad with some style to it. Khalil hadn’t said anything about the sleeping arrangements for the night, but even if he suggested that I sleep in one of the spare bedrooms, I was determined to end up in his bed with him. I wasn’t gonna be a hoe about it, but I did have intentions on lying wherever he was.

  But with all the thoughts I had, and all the plans that I’d made, hours later I ended up waking up under sheets and in a bed . . . by myself. I slowly stirred while I tried to open my eyes to focus on where the hell I was. I didn’t remember even leaving out of the den. But the truth of the matter was that I hadn’t really slept in weeks. I had just kind of been taking naps, so I probably dozed off after some more drink and from being relaxed in a relaxing environment. Shit! Missed my damn opportunity. I looked around the darkness and managed to find a bit of light illuminating on the other side of the room in the form of a clock, with large numbers that read 2:56AM. So then I figured that I had to be in a spare bedroom.

  I threw the covers from over me and sat up. I had to pee. Now I had to find my way around the house in the semi-dark. But it wasn’t so bad because the bathroom in the bedroom had night light action, so I walked right in there and emptied out my bladder of all the wine, and sighed with relief. I wasn’t so sleepy after I washed my hands. I was feeling like it was eight in the morning and my day was just beginning. I walked across the room to the bedroom door, determined to find Khalil and wake him up if necessary, but I didn’t need to because I could hear the treble of his voice in the distance. I had a huge smile come across my face. I was rested, I was wide awake and I was gonna try to seduce this man.

  The closer I got, I could hear that at three in the damn morning, this man was talking business! But just as I was about to turn back around and just go wait for him in the living room, something triggered my nosiness and I couldn’t leave the spot I was standing in.

  “…That’s exactly my position. We suspected, but now we got more to go on so I say we start moving…Yeah as soon as possible…Who you tellin’! Muthafuckas on bikes! They need to know they fucked with the wrong squad…I’m with you on that! We strike! Yep, it could really be any one of those parties this weekend…It’s almost three in the morning my dude so I’ll let you make contact tomorrow and let them know that this weekend we got somewhere to be and we kill two birds with one stone.”

  When I heard Khalil about to end his call, I tiptoed my way back upstairs and got back in bed—without my pajamas—purposely leaving the door open. Not even twenty minutes later, I saw his shadow peeking in.

  “Hey…” I whispered. “What you looking for?”

  “I was just checkin’ to see if you were good. You fell asleep on me earlier so I took the opportunity to get some business done.”

  “Yeah, my bad. That wasn’t supposed to happen,” I admitted. “But I’m good though.”

  “Okay, cool. I’ll let you—”

  “I’d be better if you were in here with me though.”

  “You sure about that?” he queried.

  “I’m so sure. Come here,” I said, extending the invitation.

  ~*~*~

  “Shit…” he uttered, once he was beneath the covers with me. “All this soft ass chocolate. This is what we’re doing?”

  “This is what we’re doing,” I answered, sliding my thigh over his and scooting my body closer to his. I was on my way to getting lost in this fine ass man. Especially after hearing him on the phone and now knowing that he really did have things under control, and that they could begin coming together the way they were supposed to.

  Even before his tongue grazed my nipple, my body began to react with tingles that travelled from my neck down to the heels of my damn feet. I’d dreamed and fantasized about what being with him would be like since I was sixteen. And now I was here…with him…the man I had lusted after for so long. My body and mind had been captured. My back arched, and my toes curled beneath me as I surrendered to his everything. He firmly held my hands above my head while his tongue commanded each of my nipples to attention. My areolas throbbed at the sensation that travelled through them, begging for their turn. I felt every single feeling and emotion—while headed toward ‘sprung’ at the same time. I was mesmerized by how much control he had over my body—but I knew that it was because I hadn’t had a real man’s touch before now. Experience was showing up and showing the fuck out and my body was loving every damn minute of it. Thing about it was that he wasn’t fucking me either. What he was doing was making love to my body—and penetrating my soul.

  With my head tilted back and my eyes pointed toward the ceiling’s darkness, it was a welcomed surprise when Khalil brought his warm lips into the curve of my neck and sucked his way along the trail of my collar bone, while pressing his dick against my cove’s exterior.

  Oh, I see, Sir. You wanna take your time with me.

  I relished in that moment. I already knew that when he made me cum it was going to be epic. I just hoped with every fiber of my being that I didn’t end up blinded by this man because that’s always mistake number one with women—getting stuck off the stick. Even when they can’t live with it…they can’t live without it either. Yeah, I wasn’t trying to be there in that place at all.

  Whatever the case, when he spread my legs and entered me with the whole of his thick and very impressive manhood, all I could do was moan at the surprise of how much my walls filled. Dick for days had slid into me and claimed my galaxy as its territory. I opened as wide as I coul
d while he explored me with precision, reaching my tip top and causing me to quiver to the point that I almost started begging. Hell naw! His dick had reached a point where no dick had reached before. Shiiiit…long and thick! Yeah, I was about to serve him all the pussy that I could.

  I wrapped my legs around him tightly and fucked him like my life depended on it, hungrily meeting his thrusts as my ass lifted from the bed to crash against him. I was on a rollercoaster and not interested in getting off that bitch anytime soon. I didn’t want to go too caged beast on him so I held back a little. Because he had me feeling so good, I just wanted to dig my nails into his ass as far as I could and lock him in. I pulled his face to me knowing that once he kissed me, my desperation for him would calm. Not that I wanted it to, but I sure as hell wasn’t ready for him to see how starved I was for him.

  I kissed him as long and as hard as the monster strokes he was gifting me with. It was like crashing waves, with the love splashing any and everywhere. This was about to be a long ass night and I was all the way there for it…

  15

  Desiree

  “Jada Pinkett! Come here, baby!” I yelled out to my puppy. “Come and eat, lil’ mama.” I usually didn’t have to call Jada so many times, but for some reason, her little butt was taking her sweet time showing up.

  I stepped away from Jada’s food bowl and walked to the door to look into the backyard. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the blond-haired white dude holding and petting Jada Pinkett. I was immediately shaken. I looked from left to right and saw that the gate on the side of my yard was open. And not just that, there was another guy standing at the gate’s opening who I locked eyes with. I was scared. Something told me that they weren’t there to play nice. They didn’t even look nice. Cute? Yeah…but nice, not so much. And why the hell was my dog so comfortable with this dude like he was some kind of fuckin’ dog whisperer and shit?