“Okay, go ahead and sign in on this chart.” She placed the clipboard up on the counter, and popped her gum a couple more times. “And do you wanna get tested for everything, or just like the regular shit?”
The regular shit? Why did Laine have me up in here?
As she waited for Laine to answer, she popped her gum about three hundred more times.
“Aye, quit popping yo’ fucking gum like that! Rude ass bitch!” I hissed, making Laine look at me with wide eyes.
“Bitch? Nigga, who you calling a bitch!”
“I’m calling yo’ old unprofessional ass a bitch! Popping yo’ damn gum like you ain’t at work.” Snatching the clipboard from Laine, I threw it at that bitch and said, “And hurry the fuck up with our shit so we can get up out of here, bitch!”
Laine and I turned around so we could find a seat.
The whole waiting area was silent, before the employee said, “I’m gonna get my brothers—”
“Ah!” the whole room gasped because I turned around quickly as fuck, reached over the counter and grabbed that hoe by her hair. She whimpered like a little bitch ass poodle.
“I said put a muthafuckin’ rush on that shit, and shut yo’ ass up while you do it, bitch.” I was gonna call her ass a bitch as many times as I could. I threw her back when I released her hair, and she fell into her chair.
“They’re gonna call the police,” Laine whispered to me as I led her to a seat so we could wait.
“Fuck the police gon’ do? Arrest me because I told that hoe she needed to do her job?” I frowned and shook my head as I rested my elbows on my knees with my hands clasped. I glanced up to see if they had any cameras, and of course they didn’t, so I was good if the pigs did show up.
“Oh my gosh,” Laine chuckled, glancing around the room to see people’s reactions.
Not but four minutes passed before they called Laine to come to the back and I was right on her heels. No one complained about us going before every muthafucka waiting, and that was best for them. Thankfully, the people in the back drawing blood and giving results were much more professional than them hood rats up front.
Laine and I had our shit done, and then sat to the side to wait for the results.
“Are you scared?” she asked, resting her head on my bicep.
“Nope. But If I do have anything, I’m killing both of the bitches I fucked,” I stated dryly, and noticed some girl slowly look away from me when I turned to look her dead in the eyes.
“Shai,” Laine sighed and slipped her small hand into mine.
“Okay, so here is your paper, Mr. Benjamin, and here is yours, Ms. Loren. Have a good day.” The nurse handed us each a folded paper and then went back into the room. I saw another couple come to the back where we were and follow her in. The dude was staring hard as hell at Laine, before looking at me briefly then entering the room.
“We can read ours and then switch.”
“Aight.”
I quickly scanned my paper which told me what I already knew, which was that I was negative for every STD you could get, and was also negative for HIV and Hepatitis. Laine and I switched, and I read hers was the same. When I looked at her, she kissed me deeply a couple times before we stood up.
“Excuse me, where is the bathroom?” I asked some nigga back here who was sitting at a desk filing paperwork.
“Right over there, sir.” He pointed behind me, so I grabbed Laine and pulled her in with me, before locking the door.
“Shai? Seriously?”
“Yeah, we had a deal.”
I pecked her gently and then bent her over the sink, before lifting her dress. I pushed her thin lace thong down her smooth caramel thighs, and spanked her one time before releasing my dick. Leaning down, I kissed on her neck while rubbing my dick across her clit from behind, as she moaned with her eyes closed. Wrapping my arm around her midsection, I began sucking between her shoulder and neck, while trying to push my way inside of her. She was nice and snug; she had better been.
“Ahhh,” she whimpered once I got the tip into her tight opening.
I pressed her hips into me to force the rest of my way in, until she hit the base of my dick. She bit down hard on her lip as I moved in and out of her slowly so she’d get used to my size again. Staring down, I watched myself stretch her pretty pussy every time I barged my way in and pulled out.
“I’m gonna cum,” she cried, as I kept my movements slow and steady, filling her up every time I got all the way in. “Mmm, Shai, oh my…ahh,” her body stiffened, and when I pulled my dick out it was covered in her juices. My favorite sight.
I pushed her dress up higher to kiss on her back a little bit, before grasping her hips tightly and pounding her like my life depended on it. Our skin slapped together every time it came in contact, and she gushed on my dick more, with every powerful stroke I delivered. The sound of her crying out, our skin colliding, and how wet her pussy was had me on the verge already.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” I demanded, watching her small hands turn red as they gripped the sides of the sink.
“I-I’ll ne-never lea-leave!”
“Fuck,” I grumbled, licking my lips as I continued to beat her pussy senseless. “You better never give my shit away.”
I sped up, and after giving her a few more hard thrusts, I came all inside of her body. Leaning down, pressing my chest into her back, I sucked on her ear as she breathed heavily.
“You gon’ have my baby,” I whispered, groping her smooth ass in my right hand, before biting her ear. I was still sitting inside of her as her pussy throbbed around me. She cooed softly, with her eyes closed. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and stared through the mirror. I bit down and sucked on her neck before pulling out.
Once she gained some composure, she went into her purse, which was hanging on the back of the door, and pulled out two wipes in single square packages. She gave one to me, and then used the other for herself. When we were done, we washed our hands. After drying them, I kissed her up against the door a few times.
“I missed you, Shai.”
“I missed you too.”
“I love you, Shai.”
“I love you too.” I pulled the door open for her. “Aye, that sounds like a song. Just change the name in it.” I smiled and she shook her head.
As we exited the bathroom hand in hand, the guy sitting at the desk was wearing a smirk so he’d obviously heard us. I also noticed that the nigga looking at Laine when he came back here was staring at her again.
“Keep looking at her and I’m gon’ knock ya ass out, blood.”
Laine turned around and her smiled dropped, before she pulled my hand. Old boy didn’t say shit, he just looked away from her with his punk ass.
“That’s my ex Tarik,” she spoke lowly as we walked down the hall to go out into the waiting area so we could leave.
Without another word, I booked it back to that room with Laine on my heels, calling my name. When I got to the back, I walked right up to punch that nigga in his face.
“Ahh!” the girl he was with screamed in horror as Tarik fell to the floor, holding his face and crying out.
“You have to go!” the guy who worked there yelled. And as soon as I made it past him, he came from around his desk to tend to Tarik. He was a scary ass bitch too.
I was already leaving anyway so of course I left out. But had I just got here, I wouldn’t be going no got damn where.
“I can’t believe you.” Laine pulled me down the hall and out into the waiting room.
“Aye, what was your name?” the ugly light-skinned hoe called to me, and had the nerve to be giving me a flirtatious smile.
“Mr. You couldn’t get this dick if you paid for it, bitch,” I said over my shoulder, blocking Laine because she wanted to run up on her.
The bitch’s co-workers started dying laughing at my response, as Laine led me out of the establishment. We walked a little ways down, passing some of the tall ass buildings, before we stopp
ed and she pulled her phone out to get an Uber.
“Is there ever a dull moment with you?”
“Nope. And now that I got some of that good you’ve been keeping from me, a nigga is feeling strong. Energized!” I grinned and hugged her body as I kissed her neck.
She chuckled as she attempted to nudge me off.
“Well, I hope there are no more fights while we’re here. We have two more days, Shai Benjamin.”
“I’ll try to be on my best behavior, baby. Unless your uncle comes home. I’m whooping his ass as soon as he walks in.” I looked up and down the street with my eyes squinted and lips tucked in, while rubbing my hands together. I noticed a couple girls looking at me from across the street grinning, before I looked down at Laine.
“Crazy ass. Well, I pray he doesn’t show up until we’re gone.”
I just shrugged. If her uncle came to her grandmother’s crib, on bloods, I was fucking his ass up with no words exchanged. Believe that.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens blared from a little ways down, and I saw they were pulling up in front of the clinic.
“Oh shit,” I bucked my eyes and grabbed Laine’s hand.
We booked it down the street, hit the corner, and then kept running down further to hit another. We ran until the sirens could barely be heard, and ended up by some grassy, dirty ass area that looked like a building was once there but got bulldozed.
“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you here,” Laine panted heavily, holding her chest as I laughed. “Got me dodging the police!” She tried to be mad but she was chuckling. “I feel like this isn’t your first time running from the cops.”
“More like I lost count years ago.”
I backed her little ass into the big ass apartment building to the left of us, and towered over her as she smiled softly.
“I thought you said you were down for me?”
“I am, I was just saying. Can’t we gradually become Bonnie and Clyde? I didn’t expect to jump right into it.”
We laughed in unison.
“Nah, I’ve been Clyde for years so you just gotta assume the role with yo’ fine ass.” I grabbed her ass and then went under her dress.
“Shai, it’s broad daylight.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed and looked at some nigga who was walking by. He quickly looked away and continued his phone conversation. Turning back to Laine, I said, “My down ass bitch.”
“Do not call me a bi—”
I slipped my tongue into her mouth to shut that ass up.
Laine
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I questioned Mischief when he entered my bedroom and closed the door.
“I don’t know. I mean it was cool. I ain’t never been so, I don’t really know what to say.” He looked off for a moment as he spoke.
My grandma had us come to bible study with her, and then it was a small church service afterwards. Mischief seemed to be in deep thought the whole time, so I waited until we got home to get his input on everything.
“You’ve never been to church?” He shook his head ‘no’ and then sat at my desk. Turning his red hat that read Bompton to the back, he folded his strong arms and just stared at me as I started to unbutton my dress. “Wow, like ever?”
“I’ve never been to church, Laine.” When I pulled my dress over my head he asked, “Fuck kind of panties are those?”
“It’s called a G-string,” I chuckled and looked over my shoulder at him.
“Damn.”
I laid down on my stomach and smiled at him because I knew he was suddenly turned on. My grandma was making lunch though, and she wouldn’t dare allow us to be back here fucking instead of eating. If it were just she and I, then maybe, but she swore Mischief needed to eat all day long.
“Come here,” he spoke lowly and I shook my head, giggling.
I then sat up and pretended I was intrigued by something out of the window, and just stared. There was silence, so when I looked over my shoulder, I saw him licking his lips. The G-string was the only thing I had on. Tying my hair up into a bun, I sighed and moved my neck around as if it were in pain. Before I could look over at him again, his big ass was standing by the bed.
“What, Shai?”
He didn’t respond, he just bent down to kiss my shoulders while groping my breasts from behind. I pressed my head into his chest, and moaned softly at the feeling of his touch. He abruptly moved me towards the window, and then ran his finger along the top part of my G-string. He then kissed down my lower back, before groping my ass cheeks and rubbing between my legs. This was a bad idea, because now I was horny as hell.
“Fuck, this shit is sexy,” he grumbled, smacking my ass and clutching it so hard I almost came.
I sat there on my bed as he groped, kissed, bit, and licked my lower back and ass cheeks, groaning every now and again. I was gonna cum and he hadn’t even penetrated me.
“Dinner is ready!” my grandmother yelled just as he was about to pull my panties down.
“Too bad!” I laughed and turned to face him.
He gripped my waist and got between my legs to suck my nipples hungrily, and I could feel the bulge in his pants.
“A quickie,” he moaned almost, sucking his way down my stomach.
“Damn, you wanna eat me?”
He nodded, looking up into my eyes and I swear I got chills. He was so nasty but I loved it. I watched him suck on my inner thighs, before he turned me to the side and did the same to my left butt cheek.
“Come on you two!” my grandma beat on the door.
“Fuck!” He plopped down next to me and the rise in his pants was ridiculous. “I need a second or I’m gonna scare the fuck out yo’ grams.”
“Hell yeah you are.”
I changed into a bralette and some pajama shorts, then we sat there as he kept his eyes closed while sitting on my bed. After a few minutes, he was good to go, so we went to eat lunch with my grandmother.
After waiting for Mischief to finish his third helping of my grandmother’s famous club sandwich meal, he and I went outside of the apartment building to chill for a little bit. It wasn’t the weekend so there weren’t many people coming and going out of the building as much, and the street wasn’t too loud with kids running around and niggas chilling.
“What’s to do out here? Let’s go downtown.” Mischief leaned up against the black gate surrounding my grandmother’s apartment building.
“Baby, I don’t feel like doing a lot of walking.”
“Lazy ass.”
“How about we go to one of my favorite places?”
“Laine, I—”
“They have really good sundaes.”
Like a little ass boy, he started grinning before walking out of the gate like he knew where he was going. I followed him out, and pulled him towards my grandmother’s baby blue Lincoln. The leather seats were torn, and it smelled like too new furniture, but I didn’t feel like walking.
“Let me drive.” He walked up on me as I stood at the driver’s side.
“Shai, you don’t even know where we’re going.”
“Yeah I do, we’re going for ice cream.”
“Yes, but you—”
“Give me the fucking keys,” he grumbled against my lips before kissing me roughly and removing them from my hands.
I rolled my eyes and stepped back onto the sidewalk so I could get in on the passenger side. As soon as we got in, he was already letting the seat back, like my grandma wasn’t half his size and wouldn’t be able to drive like that. He cranked the car as I put my seatbelt on, and then he started looking for a music station.
“Shai, no. We’re just going to Baskin Robbins and—”
“Baskin Robbins? The fuck? We got that shit back in California. I thought I was going somewhere exclusive.”
Laughing I said, “Okay, how about donuts?”
“Aight. Lead the way.”
“Go straight this way— Ahh! Shai!” I screamed as he peeled down my grandmother’s
street, dipping around other cars like he was on 2 Fast 2 Furious. “Slow down!”
“Chill.”
He let his window all the way down, and placed his elbow out as he continued to swoop and swerve like he knew where he was going. He came to a red light, and started fumbling with the radio station until he landed on one that was playing Young Jeezy. He turned it up as loud as it could go, and when I playfully sunk down in my seat he laughed, before peeling off at the green light.
“Oh my gosh,” I shook my head, glancing over at his fine ass rap along with Jeezy, swerving and driving like a bat out of hell.
His muscles seemed to flex every time he moved his hands to sing along, and I just got lost watching him. It was a crime for him to be so sexy and thugged out. His deep caramel complexion glistened under the sunlight, and his rugged beard and mustache gave him such a rough look that I loved. My eyes scanned his tattoos, landing on the Piru one that graced his hand. He pushed the bill of his hat up when we came to a red light, and pulled his iPhone from his pocket to text. Suddenly, some song I’d never heard came on, and he looked to me grinning while rapping the words. I’d never seen him this happy, so I just decided to let him be.
After a while of just driving, he finally turned the music down and asked, “Aight, where do we get donuts?”
“You have to turn around, nigga!”
He made an illegal U-turn, and then rested his hand on my thigh as I directed him to my favorite donut shop. By the time we returned home with the donuts, the sun was setting so we just sat on the steps of the building to eat. I wanted to get in his lap, but he had to be in front of me with his over protective ass, so he sat a step lower than me, between my legs.
“You need a haircut already,” I said, biting my donut and rubbing his hair.
“I know, but that shit gon’ have to wait. I got you so I don’t need to look good no more.”
“Wow, don’t think I won’t leave you if you start looking fucked up.”
“You won’t. You love me.” He leaned his head back into my lap so he could look up at me. His greedy ass had already finished his donut. “And I love you too. You just need to gon’ head and have my baby.”
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