by B. Love
“What?!” I yelled. “I told you to tell me, Bari. Why would you handle that alone? Knew I shouldn’t have told your ass.”
“Look, I took care of the shit. That’s that. I didn’t want anyone else involved. I’m good.”
“Fine, Jabari.”
“Let me get her to the house. Has she made her appointment for the… uh…”
“Yes.”
“When is it?”
“She’s going to get the abortion Friday, Jabari.”
“Good. Then she will be able to put this behind her.”
“I guess.”
He stood and walked away. I took that as an opportunity to call and check on Marcel before I headed back to Rell’s. I was just about done getting everything that Carmen damaged out of my crib, but I still had a little ways to go.
“Hey, Love. What’s up?” Marcel answered.
“You really through with me, huh?”
“You know I could never let you go. I just figured you needed some time to get over what I said.”
“Did you really mean that? Is that really how you feel?”
“Yes, Alayziah, I don’t want to lose you. You know that. Maybe, after some time has passed and I see that things are going good between you and Rell I’ll come back, but when you hurt, I hurt, and I ain’t tryna deal with that shit again.”
“I can respect that.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I disconnected the call and stood. After grabbing my purse and keys, I headed for Rell’s.
Rell
“Why the fuck y’all just now telling me about this bitch? I would’ve handled her ass the first morning I was in town!” Layyah yelled after Bishop and I finished telling her about Carmen.
“Shit, we really ain’t had time. Besides, I thought it was over after Alayziah beat her ass. Today was the first time I saw her since then,” I replied as Bishop shook his head and laughed at Layyah’s flaring temper.
“Aight. That’s cool. Where she at now?”
“Ion know. Her ass just ups and disappears.”
“Ion like that shit. She needs to be handled. What y’all gone do? I can beat her ass all day, but if Al already done whooped her ass it’s obviously gone take more than that to make her back off.”
“True. What you wanna do, nigga? I’m down,” Bishop added.
I sighed heavily and shook my head. The last thing a nigga wanted or needed was to catch another body especially a mother with four kids.
“Ion know yet. We just gone have to catch her slipping. In the meantime, I’m gone keep Ziah close to me. She ain’t scared of course, but I’ll be better at peace knowing she was nearby.”
“I feel you. When you find that bitch let me know and I’m on her,” Layyah said standing to leave.
“I already know.”
Alayziah
I was surprised as hell when Terrell asked me to meet his mother. Even though we were in a committed relationship, I still wasn’t expecting him to be on this meet the parents shit so soon. Every day I’m learning more and more that Terrell isn’t just a real nigga. He is a real man, and he is doing everything he can to make things between us go right. I figured tonight would be the night that I told him that when my furniture arrived I was moving back to my apartment. He wanted to take me out on a date after we met up with his mother so I was having the hardest time trying to find something to wear yet again. I wanted to be sexy for my boo, but I wanted to be presentable for his mother. We went paintballing the day before so I had some bruises on my arms and legs. I really didn’t want to be showing my body, but last night, as he made love to me, he made it perfectly clear that no matter what happened to my body over time he would love me unconditionally especially while I was barefoot and pregnant. Crazy ass.
I could tell he was a little disappointed when I told him that I was on birth control, but I had no doubt in my mind that when the time was right he and I would be married with tons of babies crawling around here.
“Baby!” I yelled. I was tired of trying to figure out what to wear by myself.
“What?” he yelled back.
“Come find me some to wear while I take a shower.”
“You ain’t even took a shower yet? Thought I told you to be ready at six?”
“Terrell… if you come find me some to wear I can get ready faster.”
“Nigga, it’s six thirty and yo ass nowhere near ready.”
“Terrell!”
Rell
Almost two hours later my baby was making her way to me. I smelled her perfume before I saw her. We went paintballing and to the mall yesterday, and I got her some new perfume – Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue, and the shit smells good as hell. It made me want to eat her ass up right there in the store. I looked up when her scent filled my nostrils and stood. I definitely made the right choice picking out her outfit. I chose a gray one-piece jersey material jumpsuit. She was worried about my mama tripping because it was skin tight so I put a jean vest with it that had the sleeves cut out. I made her put some flats on because I loved looking down on her. I loved when she looked up at me. Her honey colored eyes already glowing, but when she looked up at me and let the sun hit them… swear I didn’t need anything else in this world.
As usual, she didn’t have on much makeup, which was quite fine with me. I preferred her face natural. She did have on some mascara and eyeliner and some purple lipstick. Her slick ass knew that was my favorite color. Her hair was pulled into a slick bun. She smiled and walked towards me as I continued to take all of her in.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” I mumbled pulling her into me. She blushed as she looked up and into my eyes.
“You’re quite handsome yourself, King.”
I blushed before trying to take her lips into mine.
“Nu-unh, Terrell. You gone smear my lipstick,” she protested pushing me away.
“Mane, you can put some back on. Put some purple lip stain on then. You know I’m gone be nibbling at them Megan Good lips all night.”
“Terrell, my lips are not that big,” she replied turning to go back to our room.
“Whatever. Just hurry up. Don’t be back there long.”
“Nigga, don’t rush me. It’s your fault I got to start over anyway.”
“Start over? Alayziah, if you don’t wipe that lipstick off and put some lip stain on…”
Alayziah
This is why I hated going out with Terrell. He looked so good he made me lust after him so bad. All I wanted to do was go back home and rip his clothes off and being that we were spending the first part of our night with his mother that just made the shit worse. Usually, I could steal a few feels and kisses and be satisfied but now I couldn’t even do that. He’d been standing at the passenger door of his car waiting for me to get out for the longest. My shaky ass was scared. I did not want to meet his mother. He said she was going to be cool… but that didn’t make me feel better.
“Ziah, come on before you have me smelling like outside,” he whined.
Pouting, I unbuckled my seatbelt and twisted to the right to sit my legs out the car. I looked up at him. “Do I have to?”
“Yes, big baby. Come on. My mama’s cool. She gone love you,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the car.
“We staying long? You look good as hell, Terrell.”
“I’ma let that slide since you complimenting a nigga.”
“It ain’t like I said fuck.”
He slapped my ass so hard the little bit of meat I had jiggled. “Ow!” I yelled turning around. I was about to slap him out of reflex, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest.
“You showing out tonight. You need some dick?” he asked licking his lips.
“Yessss.”
Chuckling he grabbed my ass and squeezed lightly, taking the pain away instantly.
“You want a quickie in my old room?”
“No, Terrell! Your mama will think I’m a hoe. Besides, that’
s disrespectful.”
“Come on, baby. It’ll be fun to sneak around, see how deep and hard I can go inside that pussy and how slow and soft I can rub on that clit without you screaming out.”
My pussy throbbed. “Terrell, stop playing with my emotions,” I said trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let me.
“I’m dead serious, Ziah. Try me.”
“No, just come on so we can get this over with so we can go home.”
“We ain’t going straight home. I got us a spot reserved at Pinots Palette.”
“The place where you paint and drink?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Yes, Alayziah, it’s bring your own beverage.”
“Yay! I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“I know. I listen.”
My heart melted and I was putty in his hands at that moment as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love you, Terrell.”
“I love you too. Now come on so my ma can fall in love with you too.”
Unwillingly, I allowed him to lead me into his mother’s home. After he let us in, he started screaming like a mad man. “Ma! Ma!”
“Boy, why are you yelling like you crazy? I’m in the kitchen.”
I smiled as he took me into the kitchen. I was walking slowly and he was walking fast so our arms were spread out as he held on to my hand. When we made it to the kitchen, I smiled hard as hell. His father was sitting at the table looking just like his ass. The only difference was his hair was cut short and he was a little darker than Terrell who inherited his mother’s skin tone and love for dreads. Hers were a mix of gray and black that rested just at the top of her butt.
“What’s up, pops?” Rell spoke releasing my hand to dap his father up before hugging his mother. “Y’all this is my Queen, Alayziah. Alayziah, this is my mother Diana and my father Terrell.”
“It’s nice to meet you both,” I spoke shyly.
“Girl, come on over here and give me a hug. You family if my son brings you to meet us.” His mother said with open arms. I walked over to her and she took me into her arms and gave me the biggest, longest, warmest hug I’d had since my mother died. She didn’t release me, she kept her arms around my waist, but she pulled the top part of her away to look into my face as she talked. “Now, Prince told me that your mother died. I know I will never be able to take her place, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. You’re my daughter now. Anything you need you come to me, okay?”
Tears immediately filled my eyes as I nodded my head yes. I didn’t mean to get emotional, but Lord knows I missed my mother. So, for her to offer herself to me as that influence…
“Look what you done did, Diana. The girl ain’t been here for more than a minute and you already got her crying,” his father said causing us all to laugh.
“I didn’t mean to,” she said wiping my tears away. “Prince, go get her some jolly ranchers out the candy bowl. I ain’t got no peppermints.”
“Ma, we are not at church and she is not a child. You ain’t got to give her no candy just because she crying. You so old and down south,” Rell teased pulling me away from her and taking me into his arms.
“Boy, shut up. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes. I got some rolls on the table and it’s a bottle of Port chilling in the fridge,” his mother said returning her attention to the stove. “Can you cook, baby?” she asked me.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll have to have you over here with me next time then. We cook for our men in this house. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Umm… nothing really, just hitting the studio with Rell.”
“Why don’t you come by then? We can cook and go shopping or something.”
“Yes, maim.”
“Ma, how you just gone steal my girl like that?” Rell asked.
“Oh hush. I’m not gone have her all the time.”
“Mane, whatever,” Rell said pulling me out of the kitchen.
“Young lady, you smoke?” his father asked stopping us.
“Yes, sir.”
“Cool. We’ll have to burn one before you leave.”
I looked at Rell and he shook his head as we walked out.
“Yes, sir,” I said when I composed myself. He completely caught me off guard with that shit I couldn’t even reply right off the bat.
“Yo, your parents are cool as…” I stopped myself before I cursed as he led me up a set of stairs. “Your parents are cool!”
“I told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Where are we going? I’m hungry and she said it’s rolls on the table.”
“I’m hungry too, greedy ass.”
“Rell…” I whined. “Ion want to.”
“Yes, you do. Stop fronting.”
“Reellll…”
“You really don’t want me, baby?” he asked when we made it upstairs and into his old room.
“You know I want you.”
“Then give me some Peace, Ziah. I’m so turned on right now. I want you so fucking bad. She already knows we fucking.”
“Terrell!”
“I ain’t tell her, she figured it out.”
I crossed my hands over my chest as he sat on his bed.
“Please, baby,” he whined, pulling me into him.
“Fine. Lock the door. Five minutes.”
Jumping up, he said, “Hold up,” before he ran downstairs and returned.
“What you do?” I asked as he locked the door behind him. Before he could answer, I heard Ann Peebles blasting from downstairs. I smiled as he walked towards me.
“Now you won’t have to worry about them hearing us.”
“She really gone know we having sex since you turned some music on.”
“You want me to cut it off?” he asked turning me around unzipping my jumpsuit.
“No,” I pouted pulling my suit down and climbing into the bed. “Five minutes,” I added.
“It’s gone take me five minutes to eat you.”
“No eating then.”
“Ugh,” He groaned as he took his pants off. I took my bra off and waited for him to remove my panties. I loved when he took them off me. He crawled in between my legs and took my panties off before laying on top of me and kissing me sweetly. His fingers found their way to my pussy as he gauged my wetness. Pleased, he slowly slid himself inside of me. I bit down on his lip to keep from moaning.
“Why you give me such a hard time?” he asked stroking me slowly – softly. Sounds of my pussy gushing immediately filled the room. I opened my mouth to say some smart shit back, but I was scared that I was going to moan so I kissed him instead.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into his lips as he went deeper inside of me. “Don’t do that,” I whispered wrapping my legs around him.
“Do what, baby?” he asked sucking my nipple, licking it with the tip of his tongue just the way he knew I liked. Shit got me so hot and wet.
“Stop playing Rell, before I get loud.”
“Get loud then, baby,” he said lifting himself from off of me. Instead of going deep, as he was before he punished my g-spot, caressing my clit at the same time. I tried to close my legs but he wouldn’t let me. “Stop fighting it,” he mumbled pushing my arms above my head and leaning deeper into me.
“Rell…” I whispered opening my legs wider.
“I need to hear you. I know I’m fucking you good cause you wet as hell. Why are you holding back?”
“Yes, King… Fuck, Rell… you fucking me good,” I panted as I tried to fight my orgasm.
“Cum, Alayziah. I’m waiting on you,” he pleaded stroking me faster.
“Shit, Rell. Slow down before I… I…” It was too late. My legs began to shake as I came. “Shhh Shit!” I yelled as he came inside of me.
“Fuck Ziah,” he grunted falling on top of me.
I rubbed his back softly. “I cannot go back down there. You gone have to bring my food up here.”
Rell
Alayziah was sipping on h
er cup of wine as the teacher gave us the rules for the class, which weren’t really rules – just the normal raise your hands if you have questions, and don’t laugh at anyone’s work type of shit. My palms were sweating hard as hell as she pulled the class painting up to show us what we were going to have to paint. Alayziah looked at me and smiled in excitement.
“Thank you for bringing me here, baby,” she said before kissing my cheek. I was so nervous I couldn’t even reply. I just nodded.
“Okay, class. We have a couple’s portrait that we’re going to paint today. It’s a little more advanced than what we normally do, but I want you all to have fun with it and do the best you can,” The teacher said unveiling the canvas painting she’d done of me and Alayziah. Her emotional ass dropped her cup of wine and covered her mouth in surprise. Luckily, we were sitting in the front, so no one was next to us or they would’ve been mad as hell. I laughed as the teacher picked the plastic cup up and I apologized to her. “Good call on giving her plastic,” she said.
“Oh my God,” Al said looking at me with tears in her eyes. “Terrell!” she yelled standing to her feet and hugging me. “This is beautiful, baby! Thank you so much!” She continued kissing my lips a few times before walking towards the painting to get a better look as the room filled with awwws and ooohhhs from the onlookers. I stood and walked behind her. “Baby, this looks so much like us. Wait…” she stepped as close to the painting as she could. Tilting her head, her eyes focused in on her hand. “Rell, I don’t have a ring on my ring finger. Why is that there?” she asked turning to face me as I kneeled before her.
“Because… I want to change that,” I said reaching into my pocket. “Alayziah, you’re… me. You compliment me in a way that no other human being has complimented me before. You make me feel like a man, baby. You appreciate me. You respect me. You love me. You value me. I know this might sound selfish, but I want you to do this to me for the rest of my life, and I promise that if you do, I’ll shower you with so much love and affection, you will drown in it. So, what do you say? You gone ride with a nigga for life?”
