Onyx and Starr

by Lady Lissa

  “So after four years, you’re just going to end it like this? You’re just going to walk out on me and this relationship?”

  “I’m not walking out. You’re pushing me out,” I say.

  “Oh, so now this is my fault?”

  “Yes. Yes it is! You wanna know why it’s your fault. Because all this shit that you feel is happening between Starr and I is all in your head!”

  She stands there looking at me with tears running down her face. I wanna go to her and wrap my arms around her the way I used to, but I can’t. I can’t keep doing that to her. I can’t keep doing that to us and to this farce of a relationship. If I am ever going to get any peace, I have to just let things go the way they are going.

  “Look, I love you but you make a nigga work too damn hard to prove himself to you. I’m just tired trying to convince you of something that’s not there,” I say as I head for the door.

  She comes over to me and looks up at me with those huge puppy dog eyes. God, why does she do that? She puts her arms around my waist and say, “Are you really going to do this? Just walk away from me knowing how much I love you?”

  “I don’t want to but for my sanity and yours, I have to.”

  “I love you Onyx,” she says, tears running from her beautiful eyes. I can clearly see the hurt in her facial expressions, but what is a nigga to do?

  “I love you too,” I respond looking at her.

  “Do you really?”

  “That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

  “Then prove it,” she says.

  “Huh?” I look at her with a confused as fuck look on my face.

  “Prove to me that you love me,” she says as she drags me upstairs to her room.

  Man, I know sex ain’t what’s supposed to be going on right now, especially if we’re trying to end things. But, in my defense, I’m a huge fan of sex so if she is offering it to me, I’m gonna take it. I follow her upstairs to her room and she locks the door once we are inside.

  She pushes me down on the bed and begins to remove her clothes. I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch her take her clothes off. When she is down to her bra and panties, my dick is standing so high, it’s about to touch the ceiling. She walks over to the bed and climbs in it, straddling me. She brings her lips down on mine for a searing kiss. I stick my tongue deep in her mouth while grabbing her juicy butt cheeks in both hands.

  She is grinding on me and I am ready to bust out of my pants, big time. I lick her neck and she moans softly in my ear. I nibble softly on her earlobe, then my mouth drifts to the side of her neck, where I plant kisses on her. She rubs my dick imprint through my pants before she begins to pull down my sweat pants. I watch as she looks at my dick inside my boxer briefs. I have a nice size shaft for a young man like myself.

  She pulls it out of my briefs and wraps her soft mouth around the head of my dick. She strokes it as she slobbers it with her spit and licks it with her tongue. She keeps sucking as I push her head up and down on it. I pump my meat in and out of her mouth. She tries to deep throat it but she starts to gag on it. I stop her before she throws up on my dick; at a time like this, that would not be cute at all. I flip her on her back and climb on top of her, pushing up her bra to reveal her perky breasts. I flick my tongue on her nipples as she squirms beneath me. I take her breasts in my mouth and suck on both of them at the same time.

  She moans as I suck and flick her breasts some more with my hot tongue. I remove her panties and prepare to slip a Magnum condom on my rock hard dick. I remove the condom from my pants pocket and open it. I slide the condom on my dick and toss the condom wrapper on her nightstand. I get between her legs, spreading them apart as I get ready to enter her treasure box. I thrust my dick inside her and she’s already wet, wet, so my dick starts making sloshy noises as soon as it’s inside her. I pick her legs up and place them in the crooks of my arms, hitting deep inside her. She is moaning loudly as I am beating her pussy up missionary style.

  You’re probably wondering how I know so much about sex at my age. The truth is, I’ve been experimenting with sex. I have been curious about sex since the tender age of ten. I used to get my brother and his friends to let me watch flicks with them. They were watching it and I wanted to know about it too. I had sex for the first time when I was twelve with this hot girl name Vanessa. Even though we were both inexperienced, by the time we were done, we both had experienced our first orgasm and I was hooked on pussy ever since. I watch nasty movies all the time on the computer because I want to know everything I’m supposed to know about pleasing a girl. The one thing I don’t get is how a man can stick his face between a chick’s legs and eat her coochie. Pussy is for fucking, not eating. My brother says I haven’t met the right girl yet, and that when I meet her, I will understand. All I do understand now, is not to drink or take a bite of nothing my brother has already put his mouth on. If he’s eating pussy, lord knows what else is going in his mouth. Nigga gon’ fuck around and give me “trash mouth”.

  “Tell me you love this dick,” I say as I continue to destroy Mandy’s small tight pussy.

  “I do love it!” she screams.

  I continue to pound her out as she makes pleasurable sounds in my ear. I suck on her neck, leaving my mark behind. Even if we are broken up as of today, she will have my mark on her for the next week or so. I feel the pressure of my dick rising to the surface, so I pull out.

  “Turn over and pick that ass up,” I tell her.

  She does as I tell her and gets on all fours, picking her ass up high in the air. I get behind her and stroke my dick a little, trying to get the pressure to fall back some. Once I have it under control, I slam into her from behind. I am punishing her pussy for the way she’s been acting with me. She needs to know that she doesn’t control shit. This shit is all me. I run this shit. The sooner she realizes that shit, the better off we will be. She is making so much noise, I bury her head in the pillow. As she screams in the pillow, I lift her butt cheeks up and fuck her harder.

  I am fucking her so hard, our bodies are slapping together causing a lot of friction between us. I’m sweating like a man standing outside in ninety degree weather, with the sun beating down on his ass. I dip lower so I can hit that G-spot and she goes crazy. She tries to push me out of her but I grab her hand and pin it behind her back and continue to slaughter that pussy.

  “Next time, you gon’ know not to talk to me any kind of way,” I tell her as I smack her ass and watch it jiggle. I love Mandy but she knows not to push me too far.

  “Aaarrggh. Sssssss!” she hisses and cries out.

  Finally, I feel the pressure building up again and I release my load. After thrusting once more, I pull out as she flops down on her bed. I climb out of her bed and head to the bathroom. I pull the condom off my dick and throw it in the toilet, making sure to flush. I head over to the closet and pull out a small towel, then apply soap and water to it so I can wash off my dick. I am cleaning all the sweat and sex off my dick before slipping back into my clothes. I walk back into the bedroom to hear Mandy snoring softly. I throw a blanket over her because I don’t want her parents walking in on her butt naked ass.

  I slip into my shoes and head out the door. I make my way downstairs, grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and leave her spot. I’m sure by the time she wakes up, she will be ready to discuss something else besides Starr. I get in my dad’s truck and head back over to my house. On the way, while sitting at a red light, I text Starr to let her know I’m on my way home.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Starr

  When Onyx sent the text letting me know he was on his way home, I get excited right away. But I can’t understand where all these feelings are coming from. Like why am I so excited about seeing my friend? We’re just friends so what’s the big deal about seeing him? We have been friends for way too long for me to be getting jealous and stuff every time I see him with that old girl Mandy. I was hoping that he would have seen the light by now and discharged her ass, but
he’s still with her.

  I have a phone call coming through and it’s Miles, a guy I started dating a couple of months ago. I like Miles; he’s nice, respectful and he’s taller than me. Miles is also very good looking. He’s not as handsome as Onyx, but he’s still cute. He’s also on the basketball team and friends with Onyx. Onyx is actually the one who introduced the two of us. He doesn’t seem too bothered by the fact that I’m dating one of his team mates. I was hoping for a little emotion because I definitely be experiencing some types of emotions when I see him with Mandy. Maybe it’s because I know that they are having sex and I haven’t slept with Miles yet. I’m still a virgin and don’t know if I want to give Miles this good good. We only been dating a short time, so I don’t think he will get his hands on this any time soon.

  I pick up the phone on the third ring.

  “Hey Miles,” I answer.

  “Hey there. What are you doing?”

  “Not much. I was actually just chillin’. Onyx texted me that he’s on his way home to play a game of hoops. What are you up to?”

  “I was about to ask if you wanted to go to the movies tonight?”

  “What time and what are we going to go see?”

  “Around nine and I thought we could go see Transformers,” he says.

  “Okay cool. I’ll be ready around eight,” I tell him.

  “Alright. I’ll call you before I leave,” he says.

  “Okay.”

  I disconnect the call and check the time on my phone. It’s almost six in the evening. If I play my cards right, I can play a game of basketball with Onyx and still have enough time to take a shower and get myself together for my date with Miles. I throw on some basketball shorts and a tank top, grab my Jordans and head outside to play ball with my bestie.

  Onyx pulls up ten minutes later and I head over to his house. I make it there as he is getting out of his dad’s car. He got his license a couple of months ago. His dad allows him to use the car until he can get his own ride. I wonder what kind of ride his parents will get for him. Whatever it is, I know it will be a bomb ass whip.

  When Onyx sees me, he breaks into a huge smile, as always.

  “You ready to get your butt kicked?”

  “I don’t think so homeboy. I’m about to kick your ass,” I tell him.

  “I’ma see about that baby girl,” Onyx says. I like when he calls me that. I like when he calls me baby girl but it’s funny because I’m only a year younger than he is. He’s sixteen and I will make fifteen in about three months. I’m not that much younger than he is, but the way he calls me baby girl, you would think I was a few years younger than hi instead of one. I think it’s cute when he calls me baby girl though. Sometimes I call him O, but I love his name. I love the name Onyx a whole lot; it fits him because he is a beautiful specimen and the name Onyx is just as beautiful.

  “Do you call Mandy baby girl too?”

  “No. There’s only one baby girl in my life,” he says as he gives me a brotherly hug.

  “Whatever boy. First one to twelve wins,” I tell him.

  “Fine by me,” he says.

  I grab the basketball and shoot it to him.

  “Check boy,” I tell him.

  “You like calling a nigga boy huh? I’ll have you know that I’m a grown ass man guh!”

  “Uh huh, whatever.”

  He checks the ball and the game is on. I hit the first three shots and I think that Onyx is playing with me. He’s acting like he ain’t even playing or taking the game seriously as he looks at me with this strange look on his face. After he steals the ball from me the next time, it’s on now. He hits the next six buckets on my ass and I’m left standing there like what the hell. It’s cool because now, I’m even more determined to win. Now the score is 3-6 and we’re each hitting bucket after bucket. The score is now 9-11 and he’s about to try for the winning shot. I don’t know how I managed to slap the ball from his hand but I did and then I come up to score a point. So now I have to check him. He doesn’t even move from his spot as he shoots the ball. I watch as the ball flies over my head and lands in the basket, killing my chances of winning this game.

  “Told you I was finna kick that ass,” he gloats.

  “Whatever. You lucked out,” I tease.

  “Yea right. I’m just better than you,” he says.

  “Whatever. I was distracted.”

  “By what? Oh, must be that glow from that big forehead of yours,” he says as we break into a laughing frenzy.

  “Bye boy,” I tell him as I get ready to head home.

  “Where you going? I thought we was gon’ hang out for a lil while,” he says looking disappointed.

  “I can’t. Miles is taking me to the movies. I have to go take a shower and get ready,” I tell him.

  “Oh, what y’all finna go see?”

  “Transformers 3,” I respond.

  “Oh that shit was good too. I took Mandy to see it last weekend when it dropped,” he says.

  The mere mention of Mandy’s name has me burning up. I don’t know why I keep feeling this way every time he says something about her. I guess I’m just tired hearing about her ass.

  “Did I ask you that?”

  “No, but I’m telling you that it was good,” he says.

  “That ain’t what I was talking about but I’ll hit you up later,” I tell him.

  “Why you acting like that though?”

  “Like what Onyx? I’m just trying to go home so I can get dressed,” I say as I turn to face him.

  “You know what I’m talking about. Man, you and Mandy got some issues with y’all. I just broke up with her ass earlier because all she always worried about you and what’s going on with us. “Why you texting her? Why she always gotta call or text you when you with me?” He says as he mocks her. It would be funny as hell if I wasn’t so dumbfounded by what I just think I heard.

  I mean, I know ain’t nothing wrong with my darn hearing, but did I hear what I just think I heard? He just said he broke up with Mandy. He broke up with her today. Oh my God! He broke up with her! Why am I so happy and want to do a dance because he just said he broke up with her? I can’t be hearing right.

  “Boy, stop lying.”

  “Lying about what guh? What the hell I gotta lie for? I told you man, y’all women got issues,” he says shaking his head.

  “Did you really break up with that girl?” I ask him.

  “Yes I did break up with her. How many times do I have to tell you that?” he asks.

  “No you didn’t. Stop lying,” I say.

  “Oh my God Starr! I don’t need to lie about no shit like that.”

  The look on his face tells me he’s serious. I can’t believe he really and finally broke up with that heifer. After all this time, he has finally let go of that hag. I’m so happy, I might just piss on myself.

  “Are you okay?” I ask him, suddenly thinking about his feelings and how this may have affected him.

  “Yea, I’m straight. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Well I know y’all been together for a while and stuff,” I say.

  “So. That don’t mean shit,” he says.

  “You wanna talk about it?”

  “Talk about what girl? We broke up. What’s the big deal? Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” he asks with a know it all look on his face.

  Oh snap, I completely forgot about my date with Miles.

  “Well maybe we can talk about it later, when I get back.”

  “I don’t need to talk about anything. I’m fine,” he says.

  “Okay well I’ll still call you later,” I tell him as I happily cross the driveway to my house.

  Once inside, I start singing and dancing. I am too happy that he broke up with that girl. My mom must have heard me because she approaches me from the kitchen to ask me why I’m so happy.

  “You look like you’re in a good mood. You must have won your game against Onyx,” she says smiling.

  “Nah, he beat me and sho
wed no mercy either,” I say laughing.

  “Does he ever show you any mercy? I think that’s what makes you the basketball player you are today. The games between you and Onyx challenges you,” she says. I never thought about it like that, but I guess she’s right. He does challenge me when we ball together and that does make me hustle to become a better ball player.

  “You might be on to something mom.”

  “But you still didn’t answer my question,” she says.

  “I’m sorry. Which question is that?”

  “If Onyx beat you in basketball, why are you so happy?”

  “I really don’t know to be honest. He just told me that he broke up with his girlfriend today,” I beam happily.

  “What? He broke up with Monica?” I want to crack up laughing at my mom because she still doesn’t know Mandy’s name.

  “Mandy,” I correct her.

  “Huh?”

  “Her name is Mandy and yea, he broke up with her earlier.”

  “So why are you so happy? How is he taking their break up?”

  “He says he’s fine with it. As long as he’s fine with it, I’m great with it,” I tell her.

  She must not know how much I don’t like that girl, even though I told her more than once. She wants me to talk to her about my feelings and stuff but she doesn’t pay attention to me when I do.

  “Why are you so happy about it though?”

  “I told you already that I never did like that girl for some reason, mom. I never did like her. It’s just something about her,” I say.

  “Do you ever think it might be because she was dating the boy that you really like?”

  “Mom, what are you talking about?”

  My mom has me so confused at this point. Like, what the heck could she possibly be talking about?

  “I’m talking about how much you like Onyx.”

  “Mom, Onyx and I are just friends. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” I ask.