Soft: Cocaine Love Stories

by Styles, T.

  I smiled and softly sucked her nipples, one and then the other. She grabbed my head and pulled me closer to her body. I could smell her perfume.

  We were all over each other, and then she disconnected.

  “Stop,” she said under her breath.

  This chick just gave me some bullshit ’bout not givin’ a fuck, and now she want me to stop? I acted like I ain’t even hear that shit.

  “Stop, Gerron . . . please.”

  I got up and put my gun in my waistband.

  She adjusted her shirt and folded her hands over her breasts. “I shouldn’t even be doin’ this shit.”

  “Then why are you?”

  “’Cause I’m sick of Milli playin’ games wit’ me! He act like he don’t even care.”

  I stood up and said, “Well, as much as I’d love to console you, I ain’t Oprah. I’m ’bout to bounce. I’ll get up wit’ you when I can.”

  “So what, you mad now?”

  “Shawty, five seconds earlier we was ’bout to fuck, and now we not. You say the nigga Milli dumped your ass, and you got me suckin’ all over your titties. Then you tell me to stop. You tell me if you think I’m mad or not.”

  “Ugggh,” she said, frowning. “So what, if a bitch don’t fuck you, you carry shit like that?”

  “Naw, but if a bitch was ’bout to fuck me and stopped, yeah, that’s how I carry it.”

  I moved toward the door, and she said, “I knew you was a cruddy-ass nigga.”

  “Call it what you want, but the one thing I don’t play is games.” I tried to convince my dick to go down and said, “I hope everything works out.” Truthfully, I didn’t.

  My hand was on the doorknob when she said, “I still want you to stay.”

  I turned around to look at her and said, “Come on, Ginger. You fuckin’ me up wit’ this bullshit. I’m not ’bout to sit up in your face and pretend we twins when I just finished suckin’ your titties. If all this shit ain’t happen, it would be cool, ’cause that’s how we got down anyway, but all this shit did happen. All I want to do right now is take a cold shower and head up the road.”

  I opened the back door and stepped into her backyard. I was five seconds from hopping over my fence when she said, “If you stay, it’ll be worth your while. I promise.”

  Ginger

  I don’t know why, but for some reason, I felt like we connected on a deeper level. Yes, he could be mean, cocky, and straightforward, but at least I knew where he was comin’ from.

  He walked back toward the couch and sat down. I sat next to him and could smell Dolce & Gabbana cologne.

  “I wasn’t tryin’ to play games. I just feel like a whore,” I whispered to him.

  “What’s wrong wit’ bein’ a whore?” he joked.

  “I’m serious,” I said, hittin’ his arm.

  “Like I said, what we do between us will be between us. Me, myself. . . I love a nasty bitch—” He cleared his throat. “I mean, a chick who knows what she wants in the bedroom.”

  I heard what he was saying, but something else didn’t sit right with me.

  “Umm . . . uh, did you or Bodie have somethin’ to do with what happened today, with the robbery? I know you . . . you do that kind of shit all the time.”

  He frowned and said, “You know what? Yeah, it’s true, I rob drug dealers for their paper, but I would never turn my gun on somebody I fuck wit’. Plus, how was I involved when the nigga tried to rob me too? Come on, Ginger. You smarter than that.”

  “You right.” I smiled, placin’ his gun back on the floor. “I am.”

  He pulled me to him and said, “Now, get your sexy ass over here and stop worryin’ ’bout the bullshit. The longer you make me wait, the badder it’s gonna be when I get up in that thang.”

  I glanced at the door and said, “I can’t wait.”

  He glanced at the door also and said, “That nigga ain’t comin’ in here, is he?”

  “Naw, he said it’s over, so let it be over.”

  He got serious with me and said, “G, I’m ’bout to move, so after we do what we do, you ain’t gotta worry ’bout seein’ me no more, and the nigga Milli won’t ever know what happened if y’all get back together. So let’s take care of each other right now and worry ’bout all that other shit later. Cool?”

  No longer waitin’ for my confirmation, he removed my shoes and started massagin’ my feet. His hands felt warm, and his strokes were long. I’ve had massages before, but this took the cake. Who knew a nigga who was probably a murderer could be so compassionate? Unable to resist, I dropped my head back and let him do his thing.

  “Hmmmm,” I exhaled.

  During the entire time Milli and I had been together, he never touched any part of my body outside of my breasts, ass, and pussy. So, I was caught off by Gerron’s touch and was tempted to drift off into an erotic sleep—until he placed three of my toes into his warm mouth, his wet tongue circling each of them. At first it tickled, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take it, but then he applied a little pressure with his strokes. Ummm, it was just right.

  “Damn, that shit feels so fuckin’ good.” My pussy jumped. “You must do this a lot.”

  “What I tell you ’bout worryin’ ’bout bullshit?” He winked and continued his work.

  My juices coated my panties, and suddenly I became jealous of the attention my toes were gettin’. I wondered if he could do the same thing to my pussy and if it would feel as good.

  “You got some sexy-ass feet,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I wonder how you taste.”

  He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and tugged at the bottom of the jeans I was wearin’. I assisted by raisin’ my body up off the couch just a little, droppin’ back down when he had both my panties and jeans off. Then he pushed my legs apart and stared into my wetness. I shivered from nervousness. I couldn’t believe I was really about to fuck Gerron—my homie, my friend.

  “Damn . . . it’s prettier than I thought.”

  “Am I too wet for you?”

  “How you sound?” He took one finger and pushed it deeper into my cave. My legs tensed, and he said, “Relax.”

  I obeyed, and he covered my clit with his warm mouth. As his finger went in and out of me, his tongue circled my clit, and I felt my body shake. If he kept it up, I was gonna cum.

  “Ummm . . . and your pussy sweet.” He looked at my pussy like he never saw one before, but I guess he’d never seen mine. All the talks we had on the porch at night, and this is what it came to. I guess we both knew it would happen sooner or later.

  “I’ve fucked some chicks in my day, but I ain’t never seen a bitch wit’ a body as bad as yours.”

  Pushin’ my legs farther apart, he moved in and sucked my clit again, flickerin’ his tongue wildly. My body sank into the couch, and he pulled me closer to his mouth.

  “Ahhh . . . Gerron . . . I . . . I wanna . . . cum so bad.”

  I placed my hand on the back of his head. His tongue moved from the tip of my clit to the tip my asshole. Back and forth, back and forth; he was nice and slow. I released my titties from my shirt and sucked them one at a time, something I did when I played with my pussy alone.

  “Damn, you look sexy doin’ that shit,” he complimented, eying my work instead of his own.

  “Lick this pussy, baby. Don’t stop, mothafucka. You betta work that shit.”

  With that, he slid two fingers into my slippery wetness, and I maneuvered my waist around it. I no longer cared who he was, and for the first time ever, I would break the rules . . . all of them. If Milli wanted to act like a bitch, FUCK HIM! I was gonna do me too.

  As if two fingers weren’t enough, he placed three inside me, then four, and then five. Surprisingly enough, my sex-deprived pussy took them all.

  I was on the verge of lettin’ the rest of my wetness flow over his fingers, until he placed his mouth back on my clit and licked up more of the icing that oozed from my wet cave. His tongue felt like warm water on everything before he even fucke
d me. I was havin’ the best sex of my life.

  Gerron

  The scent of her pussy was intoxicatin’—somethin’ like an aphrodisiac. Still on my knees, I removed my mouth and felt her legs tremble.

  “You okay?” I asked, placin’ my hand on her thighs.

  “Y . . . yes, you got me feelin’ so good.” I had played the tongue-flickin’ game long enough, and it was time to fuck.

  I released myself from my pants, and she sat up and said, “I have to taste-inspect this thing first.”

  She got on her knees and licked the tip slowly, lookin’ up at me with those cat eyes. Staring down at her pretty face ain’t do nothin’ but get me harder. She licked the shaft up and down, side to side, and left to right. Then she grabbed the side of my legs and pushed her mouth all the way down my dick. Damn! No gag.

  “Damn, bitch! You killin’ that shit, huh?”

  She looked up at me and continued her deep throat skills. Her dick-suckin’ skills ain’t to be fucked wit’.

  “I need to feel that pussy,” I said.

  She smiled, turned around, and got on all fours. Oh shit! You can’t be serious! Shawty’s fuck game can’t be this official. Strokin’ my wet dick one more time, I pushed halfway inside her pussy and felt her walls closing in on my joint.

  “Damn, bitch! I shoulda been hittin’ this shit a long time ago.”

  I pulled my dick out real quick, spread her wet pussy lips apart, and slammed into that pussy full force. She tensed up, and I pulled her back to me.

  “Don’t fuckin’ move again! You gonna take this shit right here.”

  “Okay . . . okay,” she moaned. “I ain’t tryin’ to go nowhere, baby. Just keep doin’ that shit right there.”

  “You just keep that ass up in the air like that.”

  I eased out of her halfway and pushed back into that thang again. I was hard as a block of ice, and I saw her body tense up.

  “You know I’m gonna break your back out for makin’ me wait so long, right?”

  She licked her fingers and smiled. “Tonight, this pussy all yours.”

  Liftin’ her ass cheeks up, I pushed fully into her, and together we worked as smooth as the engine on a Bentley. She wasn’t s’posed to feel this fuckin’ good.

  “Dammmn, girl.” I pulled her closer, and she bit down on the bottom of her lip. “You tryin’ to make a nigga remember this shit, ain’t you?”

  She grinned and bucked her hips wildly. Damnmn, she was sexy and thick in all the right places.

  “Turn over on your back,” I demanded.

  When she did, I took her legs and put them straight up in front of me in the air. Then I closed ’em, grabbed her ankles, and banged in and out of that thang. When I felt myself cummin’, I let her legs drop over my right shoulder, and decided to murder that pussy.

  Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

  “Damn, Gerron! You fuckin’ the shit outta this pussy, ain’t you?”

  That pussy was makin’ all kinds of sounds.

  Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

  “What you think . . . I was playin’?”

  She bucked wilder; her titties were movin’ all over the place. She held one in her hand and sucked the nipple again. I loved that shit. She was tryin’ to go down as the best bitch I ever fucked in my life.

  “Gerron, that’s it, baby! Pound that shit! I like it rough! I’ma make you wanna fuck me again before you leave.”

  “Bet that,” I said, biting my bottom lip.

  My body shivered, and she said, “Please don’t cum yet. I want this shit to last.”

  I heard her, but there was nothin’ else I could do. She was gettin’ wetter and wetter, and I was almost there. We gripped each other, and her movements became swifter and wider, while mine went harder and longer. She was rainin’ on my dick, and I gripped her ass cheeks apart, dropped my head back, and it was over.

  “Awwwww . . . shitttttt!”

  “Just five more seconds,” she begged. “Please.”

  I tried to think of everything in the world but the bad bitch up under me. But the more she begged and the more she moved, the closer I was to bustin’ a nut. And then she said, “I’m cuuuuummmin’! Oh my gawd, I’m cuuuuummmin’.”

  I was cummin’ too and pushed into her hard one last time, cummin’ all inside her wet pussy. I fell on her warm body, and she was breathin’ heavily in my ear.

  “You okay?” I asked. “I ain’t knock nothin’ out the way, did I?”

  She laughed and said, “You were great, but I think my pussy will survive.” Then she wrapped her arms around me, holdin’ me closer, and I felt she didn’t want me to leave. We kissed. “We fuck good together.”

  “You got that shit right,” I said.

  My phone rang on the floor, and I saw it was Bodie. He was gettin’ on my nerves, and it was startin’ to make me uneasy.

  “Look, I’m ’bout to go,” I said, pulling up my pants.

  “So you gonna leave me like this?”

  Right before I answered, I heard keys jiggle at her door. We both whipped our heads in the direction of the sound and jumped up.

  Ginger said, “Oh shit! Milli’s here.”

  Gerron

  Today was wild as shit, and I couldn’t believe I let Ginger almost get me late. I was supposed to be on the road a long time ago, and if I didn’t hurry up, I was gonna miss my fuckin’ flight. Fuck was I thinkin’ breakin’ that chick’s back out at her crib?

  When I opened my back door, I gripped my weapon ’cause somethin’ ain’t feel right. Good thing Bodie brought my piece by Ginger’s earlier. I had robbed so many niggas, it could be anybody.

  Aimed, I walked deeper toward the living room and flipped on the light switch. When the lights came on, I saw someone sitting on my sofa, and I cocked my gun.

  “Relax, nigga. It’s just me,” he said, squinting his eyes. “I was just takin’ a nap until you got here. What time is it anyway?”

  “Nigga, is you trippin’? Fuck you doin’ at my crib?”

  “I been here since I left that bitch’s house earlier,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “You can’t tell me you ain’t fuck that bitch now. You paid for that pussy, didn’t you, playa?” he laughed.

  “Bodie, what I do wit’ my dick is my business.” I tucked my gun into my waist. “You still ain’t answer my question. Fuck you doin’ at my house?”

  “Shit was too hot back at my place . . . you know. . . after the shootout. So I stayed here.”

  “The shit happened ’round here. If anything, shit hot here.”

  “Relax, nigga. I’m ’bout to go anyway. Just wanted to make sure you okay.”

  This nigga was trippin’, and I ain’t never seen him like this. “Good, ’cause I’m ’bout to head up the road.”

  Bodie stood up and walked toward me. “So you still not gonna tell me where you goin’, huh? All the jobs we pulled off, and I don’t even get to know?”

  I laughed, grabbed my bag from the back, and said, “You gotta go, B.”

  When I came back out, Bodie frowned, placed his hand heavily on my shoulder, and said, “I bet you tell that bitch where you movin’.”

  “Nigga, get the fuck off me!” I said, pushin’ him away. He fell against the wall, dusted his shirt off, and frowned. I knew if he hadn’t pawned his gun, he would’ve used it on me. I tapped the butt of my gun on my waist so my message could be clear.

  He looked at it and said, “I can still smell her pussy on you.”

  “Bodie, the door!” I said, grippin’ my weapon. “Don’t make me say it again, ’cause I won’t!”

  He looked at the door, back at me, and said, “So I guess we not hittin’ the nigga Milli together, huh?

  Silence.

  “Well, I guess I got to do it myself.” He walked out the door, and I slammed it behind him.

  Ginger

  I never saw somebody move as quickly as Gerron. I guess years of stickin’ niggas for their money paid off, ’cause by the time Milli turned the
knob, Gerron was out the back door and I was in the bathroom.

  “Ginger! Where the fuck you at?” Milli said, rustlin’ in the living room area. “And why the fuck are pillows on the floor? And why the floor burned?”

  My heart dropped. “The floor got burned from the fire. And the pillows on the floor because I was layin’ on the floor watchin’ TV!”

  “Come out here! We gotta talk.”

  I wiped my pussy in the sink, and all I was thinkin’ was: Why the fuck is he even here? Didn’t he dump me? All I had on my mind was Gerron. Fuck Milli!

  When I was clean and in the right frame of mind, I walked into the living room and put a fake smile on my face. But the moment I saw his face and how smooth his stance was, I wondered if I made a big mistake. There was no denying I still had feelings for him.

  “Fuck wrong wit’ you?” Milli asked, sittin’ on the sofa. A large blue duffel bag hung from his hand. I knew it was the package for the soldiers he had workin’ for him in Kentland. “And why you over there lookin’ all crazy and shit?”

  “Huh?”

  “Huh?” he said sarcastically. He dropped the bag on the floor and rested his gun on the table. “I asked you a fuckin’ question. What’s wrong wit’ you?”

  “Nothin’, baby.” I walked to my purse to grab a stick of gum. “I’m surprised you here. I mean, I thought it was over.”

  “Whateva. You know ain’t nobody leavin’ you yet. But shit ain’t safe for you no more. I’m movin’ you out.”

  “Okay,” I said, not feelin’ like fightin’. I just had the best fuck of my life, and I wanted to savor the moment. “I’ll move.”

  “Where’s your bracelet?”

  “I got robbed today.”

  “Was they tryin’ to come for me?”

  “No,” I said, rollin’ my eyes. He didn’t even give a fuck.

  “I bet that nigga Gerron was involved. I’ma have somebody smoke his ass.”

  “No!” I yelled louder than I wanted to. “He wasn’t even home at the time.”

  “How the fuck you know?”

  Oh shit, I fucked up. “I’m not sure. I just don’t think Gerron had anything to do wit’ it. He helped save me.”