“Calm di fuck down and no ruin di fun for everyone else,” a deep voice with a thick Jamaican accent said in my ear. “Dis ting’ll get shut down real quick. Dat goes to y’all too. Get outta here.”
The chicks walked off with pissed looks on their faces. When my feet were planted back on the floor, I turned around and was face to face with the fine ass DJ I’d locked eyes with earlier.
“What, you went from DJ to security guard or some shit!” I snapped at him.
“No, but mi can tell yuh not from round here, and yuh don’t wanna get locked up here. When yuh get champagne sprayed ‘pon yuh, don’t take it as disrespect. It’s a different culture here in Jamaica. Sure, yuh hair got wet, but yuh can get it done ova. No worries. No reason to trow yuh life away.” His eyes were sincere as he tried to reason with my drunk ass.
Tamia shook her head and walked off to dance with some dude. Nicole just stood there, making sure that I was good. Mia had always been the one who didn’t want to fight. I got it, but damn, I wasn’t one to let a hoe just say or do anything to me. My mama didn’t raise me like that.
“Can mi talk to yuh gyal… alone?” the fine stranger asked with his eyes on Nicole now.
I looked at her too. “It’s cool.”
She nodded and walked off towards the bar.
“Mi noticed yuh earlier, before the sun set, and mi couldn’t help but notice how beautiful yuh are. Mi used to women and mi no stranger to beauty, but yuh, yuh captured my soul or some ting.” His eyes seemed to penetrate mine; they were so intense. “Mi had to see yuh again, but mi didn’t expect to see yuh about to fight. Mi like fiery women, mi can’t lie. It kinda turned mi on to see a Yankee gyal who no scared of no island woman.” His smile revealed deep dimples in his smooth, dark skin.
His locks were pulled back, and I tried not to stare at his handsome face. The smell of the tropical air and his cologne seemed to take over my senses. Damn, suddenly I felt nauseas as hell, and before I knew it, I was throwing up all over his shoes. Fuck!
“I’m so sorry,” I managed to choke out in embarrassment.
All I wanted to do was disappear really quick, but where the fuck could I go?
“It’s okay,” he said sweetly as his hand moved up and down my back. “Yuh irie? Do yuh need a ride to ya hotel?”
I nodded and heard Nicole’s voice behind me. “DiDi, you good?”
“Yeah,” I said faintly.
“Hold tight and gimme a few to clean up and get yuh a taxi back to di hotel.”
“What’s your name?” I heard Mia ask.
“Omari,” he said simply. “Make sure she’s okay for now. Mi be right back.”
“Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that,” I sighed.
Tamia fanned her face as she frowned. “You smell horrible. Yes, bad first impression, boo. Not only were you actin’ ghetto as hell, but you threw up all over the man. I’m sure he wants you now.”
“Oh please, shut the hell up, Mia. A little throw up and a fight ain’t never turned a man off,” Nicole threw at her.
I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the fact that I agreed with Mia. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. When it comes to men, I’m cursed anyway. There’s plenty of dick on this island, and I’ll get some before I leave.”
Nicole and Tamia laughed as they held on to me. I didn’t throw up again before Omari got back, but the nausea hadn’t eased up.
“Okay, ladies. Yuh ride awaits. Follow mi,” he said as he led the way to a taxi.
Tamia and Nicole both got in first.
“Thank you so much, and I apologize again for…”
He waved me off. “Mi told yuh already. It’s okay. Shoes can be replaced. Mi almost done for tonight anyway. Go sleep it off, and give mi a call tomorrow.”
I pulled out my phone and tried my best to look at the screen. He laughed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“How ‘bout mi get yuh number? Mi know a place yuh can get your hair done up.”
“Good idea,” I giggled before reciting the digits. “I hope that’s right.”
He smiled down at me. “Let me check wit’ yuh gyals. Mi not lettin’ yuh go wit’ out yuh number.”
He peeked his head inside of the car as I climbed in.
“Good night, ladies. Mi hope yuh enjoyed yuh selves despite what happened and shit. Uhh, mi just wanted to make sure yuh gyal give mi di right number.”
“Oh, it’s 404-786-9919,” Nicole confirmed.
“Okay, that was correct. Thank you.” He grinned. “Mi will call yuh tomorrow, gorgeous.”
After he closed the door, my girls squealed in excitement.
“See, bitch,” Nicole spoke up, fucking with Tamia. “That mufucka still want that ass.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I tried my best not to throw up again.
Chapter 8
Omari
I was outside of the venue, kicking it with some of my other niggas for a little while. Tony was on the sound system, since he was just as good as I was when it came down to playing hot tunes. I could always count on him to have the crowd going.
I was on my way back in when I noticed a bunch of bitches standing in a crowd. I quickly realized that some drama was about to be popping off. I wasn’t trying to have that up in there, not when my sound was playing. One thing about the Babylon bwoy them, they loved to turn off the music, and what I was watching would definitely give them a reason to do so.
I inched closer to the crowd and noticed the same chick from earlier. I also saw a group of women stepping towards her aggressively. She stepped closer to one chick, and I knew shit was about to get real up in there. I pushed through the crowd and grabbed her up before she got the chance to throw a blow.
I could tell she wasn’t feeling me grabbing her like that, but I had to let her know that wasn’t what she wanted. When she spoke to me, I realized that she was a yankee gyal. Even though it wasn’t the time to be feeling any kind of way, her accent sent a thrill through my body, instantly giving me an erection. While she stood there pouting, I was admiring her physic. Baby girl’s skin was smooth, like a newborn’s baby ass. Her face was cute, and her shape was one to die for. In my book, she was an all-around bad bitch.
After diffusing the situation, I put them in a taxi, but not before getting her number. I wanted to see her again for sure. I wasn’t sure how long she was going to be on the island, but that didn’t matter. I was determined to get to know her before she left.
After the taxi drove them away, I walked back in the venue. Before I could get to where our sound was located, a big fat bitch approached me and stepped into my path. I realized she was one of the bitches who were fussing with the Yankee chick earlier. “Yo selector bwoy, is what kind of idiot thing that you pulled earlier?”
“Yo, B, watch yo pussy claat mout’. Who you, a diss gyal?”
“You one of us, but you show your ass off in front of dem yankee gyals. I thought you was a real nigga, but I see you not.”
“Yo B, get the fuck outta my way.” I didn’t wait for a response. I walked off on that gorilla looking bitch and walked back over to Tony. He was ready to take his break, and it was my time to make the crowd go wild.
* * *
It was the wee hours of the morning, and it was time to cut the music off. I drove to the hotel where I was staying for the night. It was damn near seven a.m. by the time I showered and got into the bed.
I pulled out my phone to check if I had any missed calls. I was hoping that the chick, I called her the chick because, in the midst of all the chaos, I didn’t get to ask her name, had called. That was cool though. I had her number, and I planned on using it later.
I laid on my back, and all sorts of thoughts of shawty invaded my mind. That was strange for me because I had seen bad bitches before, but she was different. I sat there pondering on what it would be like to just hold her in my arms, to massage her breasts, and to slide my wood all the way up inside of her. Fuck that; the anticipation was killing me,
so I searched through my phone to where I had stored her number.
I pressed the button to call, but I was starting to get cold feet. I wasn’t scared or nothing like that, but I wasn’t into sweating no bitch. I almost hung up, but she answered.
“Hello.” Her voice sounded like a sweet melody in my ear.
“Hello. This is Omari… the dude you met yesterday at the venue,” I said, almost choking up.
“Oh yeah, I remember you. How are you doing?”
“I’m good. Just getting in.”
“Damn, that’s crazy. Y’all know how to party out here,” she giggled.
Damn, why did she do that? My wood was starting to pay attention. I adjusted it in my boxers.
“Yeah, well you know Jamaica’s di party capital of the world.”
“Well, tell me, Omari, why are you on my phone this early?”
“Well, to be honest, I know you weren’t feeling good, so I decided to hit you up to see how you were feeling,” I lied.
“Awww, that’s so sweet,” she said sarcastically.
We ended up talking for a little while longer. I learned her name was Kadijah, DiDi for short, and she was from Atlanta, GA. I’d never been there, but I heard it was a great place for entrepreneurs to live.
“Yo, what you got planned for later?”
“I’m not sure. I have to check with my girls to see what they want to do. They are skinny dipping in the pool right now.”
“Got you. Well, I’m about to rest my eyes for a little. I’ll be up ‘round one. Hit me and let me know what you’ve got planned. I wanna see you, DiDi,” I said in a serious tone.
I was trying not to do overdo it with my native patois because I wanted her to understand everything that I was saying.
“Alright, Omari,” she said in a sexy voice before hanging up the phone.
I ended the call with a big smile plastered across my face. I got up, turned the phone off, and plugged the charger in to get a little juice. When I jumped back in the bed, my eyelids were closing on me. I laid there until I dozed off, thinking about the beautiful Miss Kadijah.
Angela
There was no reason for me to sit around and mope. Omari thought his ass was doing something when he left for Negril without me. Yes, I fucked him good before he left because he was a whore, and I wanted to make sure that he was satisfied so he wouldn’t have time to be worried about fucking another bitch.
See, I was cheating on him with his bwoy, but I didn’t want my marriage to be over with. I wasn’t in love with my husband anymore, but I’d be damned if I was going to let another bitch get him. I was the one that picked his ass up when he didn’t have a pot to piss in, and there was no way another one of these dutty, careless living gyals was going to come in the picture and snatch him up.
Soon as he was out the door, I called my side piece to let him know that that he could stop by.
“Hey, baby,” he answered.
“The coast is clear. You can come ova now.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll be there in another hour.”
I hung up the phone, See, that nigga was no Omari. His dick was a regular size, but he’d been deported from New York, so he knew how to eat my pussy out. I decided to keep him around because he let me know what my husband was doing, and he kept me satisfied when my husband was running the streets with his other bitches.
I got the children ready and called my mother to come pick them up. It was their weekend to spend with their grandmother. Within an hour, she came, and I kissed them goodbye. I was happy that they were gone and decided to straighten up really quick. After making sure that I changed the sheets, I jumped in the shower, washed Omari’s scent off me, and shaved my pussy clean. My side nigga loved when my pussy was bald, so he could dive right in.
Soon as I got out of the shower, I heard my phone ringing. I ran to grab it, and it was him, letting me know that he was outside.
I wrapped my towel around me, walked to the back door, and opened it.
“Hey, baby.” I greeted him as soon as I opened the grill.
“What a gwaan, Ma?” He pulled me closer to him and stuck his tongue down my throat.
“Come on; let’s go in here.” I pulled him away from the door, closed it, and led him into the house. I made sure the door that led to the living room was properly secured. I knew where Omari was, but I was still kind of paranoid.
“You want something to drink?”
“Yeah. Yuh ‘ave a Guinness?”
I walked over to the fridge, took out a cold Guinness stout, and passed it to him. He took a seat on the sofa, and I walked back into the room, so I could lotion myself down. I rubbed some baby oil between my legs. I wanted to make sure that he could slide right in.
“Damn, babe. Yuh sexy as fuck.” He crept up behind me and started kissing my neck, which instantly aroused every sexual emotion in my body.
“Stop, boy,” I joked because Jah knows I was loving every bit of it.
He picked me up, took me over to the bed, and started kissing me all over my body. He then took my legs and spread them apart. He put his head in position, inhaling my sweet, fresh scent. I gasped for air as his tongue made its connection with my clit. That man was a pussy artist and knew how to make love to that shit by using his tongue. He stuck his tongue all the way inside of me, swirling it around. I grabbed his head and held it down. My legs trembled as I yearned for more.
“Suck mi pussy, babyyyy!” I screamed out with everything inside of me.
The sound of my moans sent him into an uproar. He latched onto my clit and sucked harder.
“Awe, baby, awwee!” I yelled out.
My legs started trembling, and the veins in my head started getting tighter, like they were about to burst. I grabbed his head as I exploded in his mouth.
He wasted no time and licked up every drop of my pussy juice. He then flipped me over aggressively, entering me from the back with force. He hit every corner and every inch of my body, satisfying me in every way imaginable. I buried my head into my pillow and tooted my ass up like the bad gyal I was.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. I wined my ass all over his wood as he grinded into me.
“Damn, I’m about to bu…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he exploded all up in me.
Fuck, I’m not on the pill, I thought.
We just stayed there for a few minutes while he rubbed my hair. I was sort of irritated because he’d busted inside of me, knowing damn well I was married.
“Hey, babe. I was tinkin’ ‘bout something,” he said before he sat up in the bed.
I sat up and looked at him. “Wha’ happen?”
“Yo, I find myself falling for you deeper and deeper every day. Wha mi trying to say is, why don’t you get rid a di byow, Mari, and just be wit’ me?”
I was hoping I didn’t hear that fool right. Did he know what he was saying? Just because he fucked me good and ate my pussy didn’t mean I wanted him. He was good as a fuck buddy, and I intended to keep it like that.
I knew then that I would have to break it off with him really soon because he was talking reckless. There was no way I could risk Omari finding out about our affair. Not that I was scared of what he might do, but because I didn’t want to lose my husband to any of those other bitches.
“You know I can’t do that. I love my husband, and we have kids together,” I reasoned with him.
“Wha the bloodclaat you mean? Yuh love dis nigga. Di same nigga dat is fucking ‘round on yuh, disrespecting yuh and shit. How can yuh love him?”
“Garey yuh need to chill out. Yes, we ‘ave our problems and shit, just like every other couple, but I can’t just walk away like that.”
I rubbed his shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation because the last thing I needed was for him to be upset with me. He had been in my corner while Omari ran these streets, but my heart wasn’t with him. I loved my husband, and he was the only man I intended on being married to.
Afte
r reasoning with him for a little while, he finally calmed down. I even put the icing on the cake when I fucked him in the shower. We got out, and he got dressed and left. He had errands to run and promised he would be back later.
I was kind of glad he was gone because I didn’t know what had gotten into him. He knew he was only my fuck partner, and I was staying with my husband. I was so worn out from fucking that I straightened the sheet out and sprawled across the bed. I needed rest bad.
Chapter 9
Kadijah
That nigga, Daryn, was blowing my phone up, and I kept sending him to the voicemail. After call number twenty-six, I added that nigga to my block list. What he didn’t know was that once I was done, I was fucking done. There was no going back, and I meant that shit. Especially after the way he’d lied and tried to play me.
Then, the thought of Omari’s sexy ass voice and accent made me smile. Damn, he was so fine. I’d been embarrassed as hell about throwing up on him, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Me and my girls had skinny dipped in the pool, got full on some Jamaican cuisine, and were on the prowl to find something to smoke on. It was a little after three p.m., so I called Omari to see if he could get us some ganja. I still wanted to see the “real side” of Jamaica, not just the tourist part. I was hoping he could help with that.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said with a smile in his voice.
Damn, my pussy was instantly wet. I reminded myself to put on a panty liner after I took a shower. Shit, if he was going to be around me later, I was going to need it.
“Hey, I don’t mean to bother you, but…”
“Oh no, you not botherin’ mi at all. As a matter of fact, mi was just tinkin’ ‘bout you. Mi wanna see you.”
My heart leaped. “Okay, but you know I can’t leave my girls.”
“That’s fine. Mi know you don’t trust me…yet. Mi got shottas to entertain them too,” he said with a chuckle. “But mi expect to spend some alone time wit’ you before you leave.”
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