Laquita made herself comfortable on the sofa. She closely inspected his place.
“Is all this for little old me?” She asked smiling from ear to ear.
“Yes it is ma enjoy,” Timmy said.
He had rose petals all over the floor and scented candles lit. Timmy put on some music for her to listen to before he disappeared into the kitchen. Quita just sat back and rolled a Garcia Vega while she listened to SWV’s “It’s About Time” CD. Timmy came into the living room singing along with the song “Downtown”.
“Are you comfortable baby?” He asked.
“I am now, Chef Boy R Homeboy,” Quita told him laughing.
“Oh, you got mad jokes today huh shorty?”
“I’m just playing. It’s just not everyday you see a brother cooking,” Quita told him.
“Well, I’m different from most niggas. I live by myself and take out food gets mad old, so I gotta do what I gotta do. Look, let me get back in there and check on the food.” Timmy said.
“Do that, ‘cause I don’t feel like Cajun style for lunch,” Quita told him.
“A’ight, Ms. Funny I’ll be right back,” he said walking into the kitchen.
While Timmy was in the kitchen finishing lunch Quita pulled her pocket mirror out to make sure she looked ok. She applied a small amount of strawberry lipgloss to her lips to make sure they were shinny and kissable.
Timmy walked into the living room with their plates in hand. He had prepared some Philly cheese steak subs, and French fries. He also had a bowl of strawberries and chocolate sauce for dessert.
“Mmmmmm, this looks so good,” Quita said.
“Thanks ma,” Timmy said laying the food out on the coffee table. For their drinks Timmy brought out two cans of Faygo red pop and champagne glasses. ‘This is my favorite soda how did he know,’ she thought. Timmy and Quita talked while they ate. She was so wrapped up in the conversation that she didn’t realize she was talking his head off.
“I’m sorry. Am I talking too much?” She asked.
“Unt uhh, you good, I’m enjoying your company.” Timmy was really listening to her, which was something he rarely did.
Quita was different. She had an innocent vibe that he liked. She also had a lot of drive and ambition. That was something most bitches he normally fucked with didn’t have.
Timmy was ready for a change because the paper chasing bitches he fucked with weren’t about shit. All they wanted was some dick and fat pockets at his expense.
Finally Quita stopped talking. She looked up at Timmy and noticed that he was looking at her with a smile on his face. He suddenly started to plant kisses all over her luscious lips.
He reached over for the plate of strawberries and began feeding them to her. Quita was in heaven. It had been nearly eight months and some change since she had her kitty cat scratched and she was ready. Please don’t let his dick be little. That was all she could think about. Timmy started rubbing her inner thighs, causing her to moan.
He inserted his middle and index fingers inside her pussy and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her pussy started to pulsate. He was making her want him even more. Quita slowly slid her hands down his six-pack to his already hard dick. ‘Oh my god it’s huge. Can I take all of this? I hope he know how to use it,’ she thought. Timmy pulled his hand out of her and smelled his fingers on the sneak tip. He had one to many bad experiences in the past, and he wasn’t trying to go through that again.
“No need for the old scratch n’ sniff test, it’s always fresh.” Quita caught him.
Realizing that he was caught Timmy busted out laughing.
“Girl you is crazy. I just gotta make sure, no offense to you,” he explained.
“Don’t worry none taken, but this dick is so fat and juicy,” she told him, blowing up his ego.
Timmy lead Quita to his bedroom where there were more candles burning. Once they entered the bedroom Timmy didn’t waste any time getting right to business.
He laid her on his king sized bed and pulled her skirt up. He pushed her panties to the side and devoured the sweet juices that poured out of her like an erupting volcano. Quita squirmed all over the bed.
This was the first time she had a man eat her out and now she was hooked on that shit. By the way she was acting Timmy could tell she’d never had it before. He noticed how she kept running from the tongue. She came hard twice back to back. When he finally came up for air she thought it was over, but Timmy pulled out his 9 ½ inch dick. He stared at her while he stroked it.
Timmy wiped her succulent juices from his mouth and kissed her on. He then made his way down to her DD cup breasts and sucked each one simultaneously. He rubbed his swollen member up and down her wet slit. When he entered her fat, tight pussy he let out a loud, gutteral moan. It was some of the best pussy Timmy had run into in a while. They continued fucking for another hour or so before
Timmy collapsed on top of Quita. He was out of breath and just laid there for a minute. Quita laid there in a daze, partially embarrassed because she had fucked a dude she hardly knew in the middle of the afternoon. Timmy rolled off her feeling good about the work he just put in. His phone kept going off. Knowing it was one of his bitches he simply ignored the calls. The fiends paged him, so he knew it wasn’t money blowing him up.
In the middle of her thoughts Timmy grabbed Quita’s hair, startling her.
“You ok baby girl? I don’t bite,” he said playfully.
“Nol, you good. You just scared me out of my day dream.” She said.
“Oh, my bad baby girl. I didn’t mean to scare you, but was it about me?” He asked her.
“Damn, you being nosey. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” she told him smacking his arm playfully. Timmy just laughed it off.
“Yo, on the real, you got some good pussy. You got a nigga all fucked up.”
Quita was glad he enjoyed her sex game. She had been told that from other niggas before, but it was different coming from a brotha his age with so much more experience.
“Damn baby, you know a nigga gots to hit the block later, and now I’m laid the fuck out fucking with your little ass,” Timmy grinned sexily.
“Oh, don’t get it fucked up nigga my little ass got mad skills. Well try to do what I can,” she told him.
“Oh, so you got a big head now?” Timmy asked her.
“No, I’m just playing,” she told him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Timmy started her massaging her pussy, turning her on again. ‘Damn this nigga got mad stamina,’ she thought. She figured she’d return the favor he’d given her earlier. She didn’t know what to do being that she’d never done anything like that before. She began stroking his dick making it grow.
She then started licking the head, slowly letting him enter her mouth. She gagged a little as she took more of his big dick down her throat.
“Damn ma, that feel good,” he said grabbing a hand full of her hair and pushing his dick further into her mouth. Timmy made her stop because it was starting to hurt.
“Baby, don’t use your teeth. That shit hurt. Just relax your jaws and let it glide in your mouth,” he instructed her. Quita sat up and looked at him.
“Look nigga this is the first time for me, so how about I stop all together.” Quita was a little hurt by his comment.
“I’m sorry baby, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to do that to please me. Come here,” Timmy told her.
Timmy bent Quita over and hit it from the back. He put his hands on each butt cheek, and began pushing them upward causing Quita to squirt her juices all over his mid section. They carried on like that for several hours. It was like they couldn’t get enough of one another.
Quita looked over at his clock radio and saw that it was already eight fifteen in the pm.
“Oh shit! I gotta go. Me and my girls are supposed to go to the club tonight, and I need to get dressed,” Quita told him.
“Yo, you can’t just chill with me a little longer. I promise I’ll take you home
in a few,” Timmy begged. Reluctantly Quita decided to stay.
“Good, I’ll put in a movie and we can chill.” He got out the bed and popped in New Jack City. Quita knew all hustlers liked to watch gangster movies, but for some reason he didn’t seem like the type. They laid in each others arms watchin Nino Brown and G Money talk shit and fuck niggas up. Before the movie went off they were both knocked out. Quita rolled over at three thirty-five am. She looked at Timmy snoring and sleeping like a baby. Damn. She quietly cursed to herself. Reaching in her purse to check her celly she noticed the display read eight missed calls. They were all from her girls.
“Nigga get up! It’s after three in the morning, and I need to get home. My sister is a bitch and she gonna spazz the fuck out if I come home in the morning and she has to go to work,” Quita said smacking him on the back.
“Just spend the night with me boo, and I promise I’ll take you home in the morning. What time do ya sister got to be at work?” Timmy asked.
“She has to be there at ten o’clock,” Quita said dryly.
“Bet, I’ll make sure you get there by eight. I promise baby.”
“Damn nigga I don’t know. Not tonight,” Quita told him.
“Come on baby, please.” Timmy begged with pleading eyes.
“I guess I can stay, but you gotta get me there by eight,” Quita agreed.
“Now come here and give me those sweet ass lips,” he said pulling her close to him.
The next morning Timmy and Laquita showered together and headed back to the projects. Before she hopped out of the car she gave Timmy a peck on the lips and went in the crib. When she got to the front door Timmy yelled out the car window to tell her that he would hit her up later.
“Ok, Yeah right nigga,” she said under her breath and waved goodbye. As soon as she grabbed the door Dashiki snatched it open.
“Well hello to you too,” Quita said pushing her way past Dashiki.
“Yo’ fast ass is walking up in here looking like yesterday,” Dashiki said with sarcasm in her voice.
“Shiki I’m tired as hell and I don’t feel like arguing with you right now. Don’t hate because you can’t get a nigga of Timmy’s stature,” Quita spat.
“Bitch please. I’m just not out there fucking everybody in sight!” Dashiki told her.
“Whatever ho!” Quita yelled as she slammed her bedroom door.
After she calmed down a bit, Quita went into Shiki’s room and got little Tyrone out of his playpen.
“Come on boo, boo,” Quita said to him.
“Has he eaten yet?” Quita asked Shiki.
“No why?”
“Why else? Obviously I’m going to fix him something to eat. Stupid ass bitch,” Quita mumbled under her breath.
“I heard you!” Shiki screamed.
“Fuck Shiki, what crawled up your ass?” Quita asked.
“Nothing ho! I’m just sick and tired of your young ass coming up in here late as fuck, or not at all. Look Quita you’re only seventeen years old, and ain’t got no business being out late as you do,” Dashiki told her.
“Whatever,” Quita said blowing out a frustrated breath.
“Whatever my fuckin’ass Quita!” Shiki spat.
“First of all you’re not my mom or dad, so don’t try to control me.”
“Yeah, you got that right ‘cause they asses locked up and you live in my fucking house, so what I say goes damnit.”
“Oh, okay I get it. Everything is good as long as I babysit for your ass every day and not get paid.” Quita said.
“Yep it sure is, but you really need to start bringing your ass in this house at a reasonable hour,” Shiki told her.
“You know what on that note I’m out ‘cause you’re not listening to me. Fuck you!” Quita yelled angrily and slammed her door again.
“I love you too little sis, and stop slamming my goddamn door!” Shiki shouted.
Quita turned on her TLC CD and let it blast on the maximum level. She lay in the bed and reminisced about the previous night. She really had a good time, but she still couldn’t believe that they were fucking all night long.
Quita was so tired of Dashiki’s shit it was ridiculous. It wasn’t that she minded watching after her nephew while her sister worked, because she loved kids. It just seemed like no matter what she did it was never enough. Laquita would make sure that when Dashiki came in from work the house would be cleaned and dinner would be ready. She also always made sure little Tyrone would have his bath and be in the bed before she came in from work. ‘She’s just an ungrateful bitch,’ Quita thought.
That night when Dashiki came in Quita had dinner ready as usual. She greeted Shiki with a warm hello to try and let their argument from earlier that day die.
“Hey sis, how was your day?”
“Hey, it was fine,” Shiki said dryly.
“Here we go again,” Quita whispered to Timmy on the phone. Quita brushed it off and continued to drink her Heineken while she sat in the lazy-boy chatting away.
“What did you cook?” Shiki asked.
“It damn sure ain’t no damn dog food,” Quita responded referring to Dashiki’s job at Taco Bell.
“Well at least I got a job. What did you cook? Damn it’s simple, just answer the question,” Shiki said obviously annoyed.
“I cooked some chicken wings, corn on the cob, macaroni and cheese and some dinner rolls,” Quita said.
“A’ight,” Shiki said.
“Damn baby that sound good as fuck. Where’s my plate?” Timmy said into the phone.
“Awww baby. If I knew you were hungry I would have made enough for you,” Quita told him.
“I’m straight ma. I was just trying to see where your head was,” he told her.
“Well I can cook, so maybe one day you will taste my cooking.”
“That’s what’s up,” Timmy told her.
“Hold on for a sec baby,” Quita told Timmy.
“Shiki your plate is in the microwave.”
“I’m not hungry. I ate at work,” Shiki told her.
“That’s cool. I’ll just wrap it up,” Quita quickly responded and got back to her call.
“That bitch get on my fuckin’ nerves.”
“Why, what happened ma?” Timmy asked her.
“Nothing, she just don’t appreciate shit. I bust my ass all day for nothing. All she does is bitch. Honestly I think she needs some dick in her life, and she mad because I gets mine,” Quita told him.
“Oh, you do huh?” Timmy said.
“Not like that. You know what I mean,” Qutia told him.
“Don’t be like that ma, that’s your sister. She just trying to look out for you,” Timmy told her.
“Fuck her!” Quita shouted. She was heated because she was feeling like Timmy was taking Dashiki’s side. She quickly changed the subject before she snapped on his ass too.
“So where’s your boy?” Quita asked.“I got mad boys baby.
Which one of them niggas you talking about?”
“I’m talking bout J- Roc nigga,” Quita told him.
“Oh, that nigga be MIA half the damn time. I ain’t seen his ass today. Why what’s up?” Timmy asked.
“Oh word? Well, I spoke to Lexi earlier and she is feeling that nigga hard.”
“Shit ma. I could tell by the way they were acting last night the feeling was mutual.”
“I know right, they were acting all horny and shit at the Waffle House.” They laughed in unison.
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