by Lady Lissa
He asked me if I was ready to go around one and I told him hell no. He said he had to be at work in about six hours and my response was, “I can get a ride home if you really have to go.” He insisted on staying with me because we came here together. I was enjoying myself so if he wanted to go, I’m sure I could have caught a ride home with someone else. He wanted to stay here with me so I’m not going to feel bad if he can’t wake up in the morning to go to work on time. That’s his damn business.
So around 2:30, we finally decide to exit the building. When we get in Gregory’s car, I’m a little nervous about ending things with him, but I’m gonna make it happen.
“I was gonna take you to a hotel, but since ya ass was so set on staying until 2:30 when you knew I had to work in the morning, I’m gonna just run your ass home,” he says.
Wow! Really? He’s gonna run my ass home? Well shit, this is going to be easier than I thought.
“You are gonna run my ass home? Because I wanted to stay and enjoy myself? That makes no sense and I had told you a long time ago that I could have found my own way home. I didn’t need you to stay with me this late,” I tell him.
“You came with me so you was gon’ leave with me! What kind of boyfriend would I have been if I just left you there not knowing if you had a ride or not? I ain’t that kind of man,” he says.
“I didn’t have to leave with you and I could have found a ride. I didn’t need you to take me home! If you had to go, then you had to go. But I was there to celebrate my graduation and I was not leaving until I was good and ready,” I say.
“Were you really there just to celebrate your graduation or were you there for that nigga?” he asks, which startles me for a second. How the fuck did he notice anything between me and Onyx. I was very indifferent with the exchange of conversation that I had with Onyx so what the hell is he talking about?
“What are you talking about boy? I just wished the boy congratulations. I mean, it was his party and he did graduate too. You are just too damn jealous. That’s what the fuck your problem is,” I say.
I don’t have time for this nigga to act so stupid with himself. He needs to drive faster because I’m tired waiting for him to get to my damn house. It’s so funny how not too long ago, I didn’t mind being near him and now I can’t wait to get the fuck away from his trifling, insecure ass.
“Jealous? What the fuck I got to be jealous for? That young boy is just starting out. He ain’t even got a damn job. I got two years up on that nigga and have a great job that pays very well, so trust me when I say, I have no fuckin’ reason to be jealous of that boy!” Gregory says.
I can tell that I must have hit a nerve but ask me do I care. Nope. I don’t give a fuck if I tapped on every fucking nerve in his gotdamn body.
“You could be jealous of the fact that he has a promising basketball career ahead of him. That boy is gonna be drafted into the NBA one day and you are gonna still be sitting at your lil boring ass job that you claim pays so well,” I retort.
“Only a groupie would think a working class man as myself is jealous of some dude with a “promising basketball career”. Yea, he’s good at basketball, but tomorrow isn’t promised girl. Even though he has a promising career today, doesn’t mean his career will be just as promising in a few years or a few months even. And for you to be defending that nigga right now, you must want his ass. Yo ass ain’t slick,” he says.
“Ain’t nobody trying to be slick and I ain’t no fuckin’ groupie, nigga! I like him but I was in love with you,” I say. I know I’m lying but oh well. I don’t give a fuck anymore.
“You said you were in love with me. If you had fallen out of love with me, why didn’t you tell me? Why string me along and pretend? Oh, I know why. Because you were using me to get the shit you wanted. You wanted the shit I had to offer you, but now that you’ve graduated and going to college with that nigga, all of a sudden, you don’t love me anymore! Well, here’s some news for you girl, I already have a woman, a wife really,” he says as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wedding band. He slips the ring on his left hand and the gold and diamonds flash before my eyes. What kind of game is this motherfucker playing over here? He and I have been in an exclusive relationship for the past two years. How can he be married and I not know about it?
“What the fuck you mean you have a wife? How the hell could you have been married and I not know? You spent all your free time with me,” I say.
“The hell I did! You were in school, so we didn’t spend nights together except on weekends, sometimes. Where the fuck you thought I laid my head at night? Why the hell you think I always took your ass to a motel? We’ve been fucking for two years and not once did I take you to my crib or introduce you to my family. Didn’t you ever wonder why that was?” he asks.
The more I thought about it, the more I realize that he did play my ass. How did I not notice all the signs? On several occasions I asked him to take me home with him but we always ended up at a hotel, well Motel 6. He never took me to his house. I never met his mom or anything. The more I think about it, the more I hate him. I really want to slap his ass right now, but I know if I do, he could steer this car off the road and into a ditch or something. I’ll be damned if I let him run my ass up a pole.
“You lied to me! I can’t believe you lied to me. You are so full of shit!” I say as tears begin to fall from my eyes. I don’t want to cry for this muthafucka but two years. I gave that son of a bitch two years of my life and this is what he does to me. I don’t know how he played me for so long, but he did and he was successful at it too.
I never would have guessed this dude was married. Who the hell is his wife and why the fuck doesn’t she know he was dating a high school chick for two fucking years? She must be either blind or stupid to not know her fucking husband is out there seducing teenage girls. I can’t believe this nigga lied to me.
“What the fuck you crying for? You don’t give a fuck about me right? You don’t love me anymore right? So what the fuck you crying for? Old fake ass bitch,” he says.
Oh no this muthafucka did not call me a fake ass bitch. Now he done pissed me off and since I ain’t that far from my house, I don’t give a fuck what happens. My seat belt is locked in place so I turn in my seat and get to whooping that nigga’s head. I hope I bust his shit til the white meat shows.
“You son of a bitch! You gon’ call me a fake ass bitch when you been cheating on your wife with me for two fuckin’ years!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“Stop girl before you make me wreck this fuckin’ car!” he says as I continue to slap him in the head, face and neck.
He pulls the car over and shifts it in park real quick. He tries to grab my hands but I’m moving them way too fast. Soon I feel a sting on my face. It takes me a minute to realize that this nigga done slapped the piss out me.
“Now, I told you to calm yo ass down!” he says, as if that’s gonna keep me from getting at him again.
I unlatch my seat belt and charge over the console at his ass. I’m on his ass like gravy on rice, biting, clawing and slapping him. If he’s married and his wife doesn’t know he was cheating, she will know when he comes home. I am making sure to leave enough evidence so she will know that his ass was fucking someone else. I don’t give a fuck what happens to his ass once I leave him.
“Bitch!” he says and grabs my neck with such force, I stop mid swing. What the hell can I do if I can’t breathe? I push my hand on his car horn and just blow. The porch lights start to come on, letting me know that people hear us arguing. He releases me after that and I slap him one more time before exiting his car. I slam and kick his fucking car door. I don’t give a fuck about this muthafucka. I hope I left a dent in his shit so his wife can question him about that too.
As I am walking the short distance home, I can’t stop thinking about how this nigga played me for two whole years. Two years. Two muthafuckin’ years. This shit ain’t over though. I’m sure I’ll see him again and I will find out who his
wife is. If the marks I left on his face don’t get her wondering if he’s been cheating on her, then yea, the bitch is blind.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Onyx
After the best night of my life, well the second best night of my life, the first being the time when Starr and I made love for the first time. So after this night, I am exhausted but I rented a room for Starr and I at the Hyatt Regency Hotel for the night. This has been a long day and all I’m ready to do is take her to the hotel, get her in the shower so I can make love to her and fall asleep in her arms. She has been my rock and I want to show her how much I love and appreciate her.
I bought her a beautiful card to let her know how I feel about her. I know it’s my graduation but she’s special to me and I want her to know that. Even though I’m going off to college, I still plan to be faithful to her. This shit with Starr and I is real and she knows it. She knows that she has nothing to worry about.
As we leave the club, she is so pumped. I don’t know where she gets the energy from. I open the door for her and she slips into the passenger seat of my car. I go around and slip into the driver’s seat of the car. I start the car and the engine purrs to life. I love this car almost as much as I love my girl.
“Did you have a good time?” I ask her when we finally get on our way.
“Yaaaassssss! Did you?” she asks.
“Hell yea! I always have the best time with you,” I tell her.
“Awww baby,” she says as she gives me a kiss.
“The party was slamming though, wasn’t it?”
“Baby it was the best. When Drake came on the stage with Nicky and Lil Wayne, I almost lost it. I didn’t even know he was gonna be performing,” she says.
“I know. That shit was poppin’ like a bitch!”
“Oh my God babe, and that cake was off the chain. Where did y’all get it from?”
“My mom’s sister, Aunt Louella, has her own bakery so when my graduation rolled around, she was already planning how she was gonna do my cake. She did a great job though, didn’t she?”
“Hell yea! That cake was the bomb!” she says.
“Yea, it was. That’s why I sent my mom home with a huge piece,” I tell her and we bust out laughing.
“Baby, where are we going?” she asks, as if she’s just noticing that we aren’t driving towards our homes.
“I got a surprise for you,” I tell her.
“Oh really? I’m the one that’s supposed to be surprising you, not the other way around,” she says smiling that beautiful smile that I love.
“Oh, so you have a surprise for me huh?”
“You already know,” she says.
“That’s cool, but I have a wonderful surprise for you,” I tell her.
“Okay well bring it baby, because I’m ready.”
“I gotchu,” I say as I kiss her hand.
I continue to drive until we arrive at our destination. We pull into the Hyatt Regency parking lot and her eyes grow wide as some 26” tires. I think her excitement is the cutest shit. I park my car in the parking lot and remove the key.
“Aww babe, I just remembered something,” she says.
“What? Please don’t tell me your cycle is on. I could have sworn I had at least another week,” I say as we crack up laughing.
I know y’all probably think I’m crazy for keeping up with my girl’s cycle, but that’s my way of knowing when something is wrong with her body. I might keep up with her cycle better than she does.
“No boy! I mean, we’re at a hotel, a fine one at that. I can’t go in there and come out with these same clothes in the morning,” she says,
“You look great babe, don’t worry about it!”
“Don’t worry about it? Boy, you are crazy. There is no way I’m going to where the same thing I am walking in here with right now tomorrow,” she says.
“Baby, can you just trust me?”
“Of course I trust you,” she says.
“Then let’s go to our room please,” I say.
“Okay baby,” she says.
I get out the car and walk around to open her the door. I take her hand to help her out of the car and we walk inside the hotel, hand in hand. I’m sure to the desk clerk we look like two teenage kids coming to get freaky in their hotel. She probably wishes she could contact our parents and let them know what we’re up to, but she can’t. We get in the elevator and I hit the third floor button that will take us to our hotel room. When the car stops, we exit the elevator and walk hand in hand to room 359.
When we get inside the room, she is instantly in tears as she looks at her surprise. I had the hotel staff pluck rose petals and spread them from the floor to the bed to the bathroom. It’s beautiful in here. I didn’t make them light candles because I wasn’t sure what time we would make it back here. But I did have them put some sparkling apple cider on ice and some chocolate covered strawberries.
“Aww baby, this is so beautiful! How did you do this?”
“Don’t ask because I won’t tell. I can’t tell you my secrets girl,” I say.
“Okay, well I love your surprise,” she says, walking into my open arms and kissing me sweet and passionate. I grab her butt and lift her up in my arms, walking her towards the bathroom. I turn on the water and when the steam starts to rise, I plant her feet on the floor and begin to take off her little purple dress.
I remove my clothes as well and we step into the shower together. The water feels great running over our bodies. My dick is instantly hard when I see her standing butt naked under the water. She is so beautiful and her body is banging. I can’t wait to make love to her and there ain’t no time like the present. I walk closer to her and begin to kiss her, deep and passionate, because that’s how we do.
I kiss her neck, her breasts, stopping to run circles around her nipples with my tongue, and continue my trek to her goodie box. I put her right leg on my shoulder and dive into her sweet goodness. I lick her from her clit to the middle of her pussy, stuffing my tongue inside her juicy pussy. She moans deep so I know that she’s enjoying what I am doing to her. I place her other leg on my shoulder and lift her up. She yelps at the sudden lift of her body off the shower floor. I press her back against the shower wall and continue feasting on her fabulously delicious goods.
Her pussy is so sweet in my mouth. I continue licking, sucking, and slurping until I can taste her sweet nectar traveling down my throat. She bucks her pussy in my mouth as I keep sucking on her sensitive little nub. When I taste her good juices again and she falls limply against the wall, I think it’s time to give her some of that wood.
I lift her off my face and slide her down my body until my shaft connects with her warm box of love. I stuff my dick inside her and she immediately lets out a soft pleasurable cry.
“Mmmmmm!” she says as she wraps her arms around my neck and plants kisses on my face. “That feels so good,” she says.
“Ssssssshhhhiiitt yea! You like that baby?” I ask her as I continue to guide her pussy up and down my dick.
“Oooohhhh yessss, baby! Please don’t stop,” she begs.
“I plan on making you cum at least three more times before I stop baby girl,” I say to her.
“Ooohhh, well you don’t have to wait long. Aaarrggghhhh! Mmmm!” she says.
I love the sex noises she makes when I’m giving it to her. I press her back against the wall again and begin plowing into her. I know that she can feel my dick hitting her G-spot by the way her body is reacting to me. I continue to hit that spot until I feel her body shivering in my arms.
“Sssssss! Oh my God! This feels amazing,” she says.
“You have no idea,” I tell her as I plow into her soft, wet goodness some more.
“Oh, I think I dooooooooo!” she cries out.
This is the first time the two of us have ever made love in the shower. It feels so good and I think this might be our new way of making love. We may have to do this shit all summer long. I’ve heard stories about others who fuc
k in the showers and I’ve seen how hot shit gets when people fuck during movie scenes. But, they definitely do know what they are talking about when they say that sex in the shower is hot.
“I’m going to put you down because I want to get it from the back. Okay?” I ask her. I need her to know that I’m putting her down because I don’t want her to get weak knees and not be able to stand up.
“Yea, okay.”
I place her feet on the floor and she turns around and faces the shower wall. I lift her leg onto the dip on the shower wall and push my dick inside her from behind.
“Ahhhhhh!” she says.
“Take that dick baby!”
I slam into her from behind, over and over again as she moans and cries out in pleasure. Damn, my baby has some good pussy. If I could sleep in her pussy, I definitely would do that. That’s when you know your girl has good pussy. When you don’t want to come out for air, knowing you need air to breathe. I don’t want to move out of her pussy, ever. But soon, I feel my balls start to fizzle and my dick begins to constrict and we already knows what that means. I pull my dick out of her and stroke it until all my little men march their asses right down the drain.
“Oh my God!” she cries as she leans back against the shower wall.
I take her in my arms and stick my tongue deep into her mouth and we share a soft and sensual kiss. Once we finally separate, we begin to lather ourselves up until our bodies are completely covered in soap. Then we rinse each other off, step out the shower and dry ourselves off. We walk into the bedroom and sink between the plush covers and soft sheets, butt ass naked. Tonight is the first night that Starr and I have spent together. I smile as I snuggle closer to her soft body and we spoon until we fall asleep.
