by Nicety
“You good dude?”
“Yeah. Just meet me there tonight. Ya heard?”
“Yeah, yeah. No doubt, Yo.” I assured him.
I didn’t know what was bugging him but I wasn’t going to let it concern me right then. My mind was inquiring about the information that Lasha had for me. Stuffing the phone back down in my pocket, I leaned back once again and this time taking a long deep breath, exhaling it slowly.
“So what you needed to tell me so bad that couldn’t wait, Lasha.” I asked wondering if I really wanted to know the answer.
“Well I was going to make you guess but since I’m not a chick that likes to play games and you seem upset about something, I’m just gonna come out with it.” She replied nervously. “I’m a…a…ugh! Why is this so hard?”
“Yeah you fucking tell me why it’s so hard. Just say it, man.” I sighed heavily looking up at the ceiling. “Are you a fucking man?”
“What? Nigga hell no! I was going to say that I’m a virgin!” Lasha snapped as she stood up crossing her arms and tossing me a fucked up look. “I’m mad you thought I was going to say that. Do I look like a fucking man to you?”
“Hell naw, baby! I just didn’t know what you were going to say and you were taking all day, shit that’s the first thing that came to mind.” My facial expression read of relief. “But now that that’s over… a virgin? Wow. How did you pull that off?”
“Um, well let’s see. I did it by keeping my legs closed and minding my pussy.” She laughed. “Naw but truthfully my daddy really didn’t allow me to go out much. I was too busy training and studying so as I grew into an adult it just stuck with me not to date or at the very least, give my cookies away.”
“Training? What kind of training you talking about?” I asked curiously. “Wait…so you don’t get horny or even think about it now that you’re old enough to make up your own mind?”
“Can’t miss what you never had, Cesar.” Lasha giggled before looking away then turned back to me allowing her beautiful pearly whites to shine through.
"Damn woman! You had me thinking it was something serious. Virginity, I can handle that. So...do you have any idea of when you'd be ready?" I pressed.
"No, just whenever I feel like I'm ready." Lasha smirked and winked one of her eyes.
"Oh...ok." There was no denying my disappointment. "But I don't give a fuck; I'll wait as long as you want me to. Maybe I can make this a little more special for you."
"How special?"
"Special enough that I want us to be together, move in together, raise my son together, and maybe have some more babies." I reached my hand up to her head pulling her in for a few sweet kisses.
"Babies? Eh...that sounds nice. But for now we can just try moving in together." Lasha licked her lips returning the sweet kisses to my lips.
"Why you say it like that? You do want kids right? Don’t you like them?"
"Yes baby, of course I do. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to have any of my own yet. That's all." She sat back in the couch away from me. "I've just got a lot going on right now."
"I understand. You wanna be comfortable in your career as a plastic surgeon or pediatrician or whatever it is you wanna be."
We laughed hard. Her smile was more breathtaking every time I saw it. I could tell by her body language that I had kind of freaked her out about the whole thing but I knew in my heart that she was the one for me and I wasn't willing to lose that. We could move in together but eventually she would be my wife and she would have my kids. Period. And I knew just how to get her.
"Well, um, I do know something we can do since you are saving yourself."
“Oh yeah. What’s that?”
“Hmm.” I smirked looking over at her sitting there. “Do you have to work today?”
“No.”
“Good, cause I what I’m about to do right now is gonna take some time and I’m going to need for you to trust me.” I winked. “Do you trust me?”
“Should I have any reason not to?”
There was always something so mysterious about her but I guess that’s what attracted me the most. She was dressed in an all black jumpsuit that was fitting her body nice and closely. Her curves presented themselves to me as if they were calling my name. I had to try even though I felt she might object to my advances. Gradually I reached down removing her fluffy white house shoes from her lovely size eight painted toes, dropping them to the floor. My lips touched them sending gentle pecks from one perfectly red painted toe to the next. Lasha giggled low as if she didn’t want me to hear it, as I forced her legs onto the couch positioning my body in between her legs.
My hand reached up to her long curled hair, running my fingers through it massaging as I came down to her cheeks and then her neck. They ran across her skin slowly giving a slight tickle, just enough to send her pussy the message it had been waiting to receive forever. She leaned her head back closing her eyes and exhaling silently letting me know she was ready for me to give her what her body yearned for. With one hand, I maneuvered her pants and unbuttoned them. With the other hand, I crawled under her shirt to caress the breasts that she had arched up in the air for me.
“What do you want, Lasha?” I whispered watching as her body began to gyrate and lose control.
“I…I don’t know, baby.” She responded.
“Mmm, that wasn’t the right answer.”
One hand flicked her nipples gently yet rapidly, her breathing heightened. I finally released her pants from its worn position and wiggled them down her voluptuous backside first before pulling them down those thick thighs and off, tossing them behind me. Moving much like a snake would, I maneuvered my body on top of hers allowing her to search my body with her fingertips rolling over the bumps and curves of my muscles.
“Cesar…” Lasha whispered as my kisses made their way down to the top of her slit pulling her purple panties down as I did. “Cesar…I…maybe we should—“
I gave her skin one good lick before she could finish as she quivered by the sensation. She was clean shaved, which made me think that she was waiting for me; waiting for the day that I placed my tongue on her clitoris. I wanted to show her everything she would be getting when she became my wife. I wanted to prove to her that I could be the man she needed me to be inside of the bed as well as out. Her panties out of the way, I used my tongue and lips to stimulate the extremely sensitive areas of her vulva and clitoris. My tongue circled, changing it up a bit, while I listened to what made her moan.
“Turn over.” Since this was her first time, I wanted to make sure I maximized her experience that way if she ever had anybody else taste her juices, nobody else would compare to me.
Lasha was up on all fours poking that fat ass booty out like she was ready to twerk it out on my face. If she did I wouldn’t have been mad. I got on my knees, came up behind her and put my arm around her gripping that ass firmly rubbing my front against her back. I leaned down breathing heavily on her plumped cheeks then went to nibble on them as well. Her moaning became erratic as I listened for faint direct instructions to stop or that I was being bad. My tongue made its way out of my mouth and right on the opening of her ass opening, making sure not to penetrate though, only giving her enough to tease.
“Oh my fucking...AH!” She screeched before burying her face in the couch cushion.
She threw her ass back giving the hint that she loved what I was doing to her and that she might have wanted me to keep going, but I’m not going to. I pulled back immediately letting the air breeze on her skin remaining perfectly still and quiet. Stopping a foreplay action will keep in her mind that I desire her and she'll be thinking about this all day. The task is small, didn't really do much of anything, but it's effective nonetheless. I didn’t want to treat her like any other woman, because she was anything but.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can get them.” I demanded sensually.
Once she had done as I had told her, I started from the top kissing
her tender lips passionately, massaging her tongue with mine; moving from her lips, breathing and kissing lightly on her neck, then moving in to nibble on her earlobe. I was grateful that she allowed my hands to wander and caress her. I began kissing her down her body, in random places; kissing and sucking on her salacious big brown nipples, down her front, then to her belly button, spending a few seconds there. Her reaction let me know, it is one of her most sensitive areas. Flicking my tongue around it a few times, she giggled; placing a smile on my face as well before I made my way all the way back down to kiss her vulva, only to kiss around it to tease. I licked her thighs in a circular motion and licked the undercut of her backside then made my way back to her juicy pussy; blowing on it very lightly.
I took my tongue and caressed her vulva with it, from her womanly opening to her clitoris stroking a sensitive bundle of nerves that will do wonders. I took my tongue, laid it flat, and rubbed it up and down the entire length of her vulva. All of this is for the sole purpose of teasing her to make her want it more, which will make the experience for her all the more pleasurable. She hesitated for a second but then she took her hands and placed it on the back of my head and pressed it deep into her wetness. It was dripping. I bet she didn’t think she could do that. I bet she didn’t think I could make her splash all over herself but I know one thing, she was loving every minute of it.
At that moment, I plunged my tongue into her pussy, allowing it to wander, pressing against her walls letting it find what it can, but not for too long. Just as her hips were beginning to gyrate into my mouth I shot up to the clitoris fast. Knowing it was impossible, I damn sure tried to get my tongue inside of there, going slow at first then picking up the pace. It was mostly a rapid licking-up motion. I was imagining a candy bar melted in the wrapper and after the bar was all gone I still wanted the chocolate on the paper but the only way to get it off was to lick it off. Lick it off like my life depended on it.
Her pussy was pretty. It wasn’t one that had tons of miles on it after being beat up for so many years. No, this one made me salivate like a hungry dog. I considered licking a pussy as pretty as this an art, something that I was proud of. Her breath quickened and her voice began to elevate. She pressed harder on the back of my head digging her nails in slightly but not enough to cause pain. My tongue was frantic and wild moving in the most rapid quick successions that I could conjure. No matter how long it took, no matter if the bottom of my tongue went numb and started to hurt, I would not stop until she had reached her climax and even then I would suck on it gently.
“O-O-O-OOOOO!” She bellowed louder than any bomb I had ever heard explode. “Baby, shit!”
I would suck long enough to allow her to catch her breath and then I would start right up again but only for a second to keep her pulsating for me. She loved it, I could tell. I desperately wanted to slide two fingers inside of her but I would be damned if my fingers got that action before my beef did. I slowed my tongue flicking and backed away slowly but not before leaving a few extra kisses behind. I rubbed my lips in her juices for a few seconds making sure to leave every bit of her scent on me. Her taste drove me insane, like she had been eating sweet licorice all day and now it was excreting out in flavors from her. The results I was looking for were monumental, just what I was expecting. She climaxed harder than any other chick I had ever been with and as I watched her breathe like she had just finished running for her life, I felt damn proud.
“Ooo, Cesar! I can’t believe I just let you do that. So many other guys have been begging to do that to me just to get me to fuck and I just let you do it with no hesitation.” Lasha huffed rubbing her tits for added pleasure. “If I had known that’s how good it felt I would’ve done it a long time ago.”
“Yeah, but I’m glad you didn’t. Now you can say that I was your first.” I smiled.
“My first, my last, and my only.” She smirked turning on all fours crawling over to me like a lioness hunting her prey. The look was stamped in her eyes. “Let’s do it baby. I want you to be the one.”
She whispered amiably in my ear before nibbling on it. Her tongue felt as soft as her body did, like silk. I wanted to take her right there, give her body exactly what it was asking for. She wanted me to, rubbing on my chest then making her way down to my jeans to catch a sneak peak at my package. The bulge shocked her as she jumped back a little. I planted my feet firmly on the ground, staring at her in her eyes to signal that that was all me baby.
“Lasha, you think you’re ready for this right here?”
“I’m a big girl. I can take it baby.” She smiled looking at me with those big sultry eyes.
My chest went up then down as I took a deep breath wondering if I was making the right decision. “As much as I would like to be the one to break that pretty thang wide open right now, I’m gonna have to pass.”
“Huh? Pass? Are you serious?” Her look suddenly went from angelic to evil in under a second. “You just eat pussy then. Is that it?”
“Naw girl.” I laughed hysterically. “I wanna respect your wishes and your body. I want you to give it to me on our wedding night.”
“WHAT? Okay, Cesar now you’re trippin’.” Lasha laughed rising up from the couch.
“Listen I gotta go but I’ll be back later though. I gotta get my shit from this other place and take care of some business and then I’ll be home tonight baby.” I kissed her lips gently. “Alright?”
“Wait, you’re moving in…tonight?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Oh…uh, no. I just wanted to be sure that’s what you wanted to do, baby.” She said looking confused.
“Aye, are you gonna be my girl? Are we gonna do this thing or what? Cause I don’t got time to play games. Period.” My voice was stern and forward.
“Yes, yes baby. Without a doubt!” It was the best reply she could’ve given me.
“Okay then that’s what I’m talking about. So you need to get used to the fact that you are gonna be my wife. I want you, you got me open and that’s all that matters.” My lips pecked hers once more. “Alright?”
“Yes, baby. I got you.”
“Good.” I grinned before slapping her on the ass and heading to the door. “I’ll call you later baby.”
Chapter 12- Time to render
**Cesar
After spending the day with the movers, I made it over to the spot just in the nick of time. It was 7:55pm and the spot didn’t open until 8pm so no product was sold yet. When I pulled up, Yolo was already there, sitting in his car with the window cracked midway as smoke seeped out the top. I parked and walked up to it getting in the passenger side. He sat silently for a few minutes not even moving aside from the cigar smoke being blown from his lips. The car was silent as well. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of summer bugs dwindling down for the night outside.
“I think I need to shut this joint down, C. What you think?” Yolo said between puffs.
“Man, I think you need to chill for a minute at least. You know you just got it back up and running and it’s only been a couple of weeks if you thinking about the income.” I contested.
“Naw, nigga. It ain’t about the dough. It’s about them motherfucking cops down there parked on the corner. Mo called me the other day and told me that they've been watching for a minute."
"What you think it’s about? They aren't Narcs or else they would've been came and shut down the joint. Plus they don't use patrol cars. That's a fucking patrol car, Yo." I said slapping my thigh feeling like someone had to have been talking too much starting with one of them fools inside. Well it’s almost 8pm, Yo. That's probably just what they're waiting on too; for the shop to open.
The line began forming in front of the door quicker than I realized and Yolo peeped it too. Even if we wanted to shut the place down for a few days we couldn't start tonight because the fiends were forming a line around the corner. Yolo kept his eyes down the street though making sure that he didn't sleep on the people watching him
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"Naw. My other business is more important than this one. I think it’s time to shut it down. Besides I got sets in higher paying spots that I don't have to rebuild and those two fuck-ups in there fucked this shit up to begin with." Yolo spat putting his cigar out in the ashtray. "Especially after what you told me when you first got up in there. Shits nasty man and they’re worthless skimming money off the top like I’m stupid. Ya feel me?"
"I hear you, Yo. Let me go see what these jerks are doing." I exited the car.
"Hold on bro. I'm right with you." Yolo responded.
We walked up to the house passed the fiends and into the door. The operation was well organized. Them heads knew if they fucked up in line they wouldn't be getting shit today so they knew to be patient and on their best behavior. Inside the house, Mo was sitting on the couch doing what he did best, relaxing his ass. Meanwhile, Drake was already at the door setting up shop and getting ready to open. Yolo stood in silence observing the way the business was conducted turning his eyebrow and his nose up every chance he got. Drake was just about to open the door when there was a strong pounding on the other side.
We all looked over at each other. We knew that there was no way a fiend would be knocking on the door like that. It could only be one kind of person. Yolo put his hand up signaling for none of us to move. He walked towards the door opening it with a fake bright smile on his face. Two of the Chicago PD’s finest stood at the door, one white and one black and they were both peeking their heads in the screen door trying to get a good look of what and who was inside.
“You boys sure got a lot of activity going on in here.” The white cop said grabbing his belt to straighten it.
“Yeah, well we’re popular dudes, officer.” Yolo responded stepping out onto the porch as the two chuckled briefly.
