Around the Way Girls 10

by Ms. Michel Moore

  It was kind of strange that I hadn’t heard from my bitch London all night. No matter what, me and this bitch stayed on the phone all night sometimes, just gossiping about niggas or other bitches. I remembered the last time I saw her yesterday was when she got a call and left. I grabbed my phone and called her. The phone rang over ten times and I got no answer.

  That bitch might still be laid up with that nigga. I knew she told me he was a dope boy, and I kind of suspected it was Keon, because I saw the way he looked at her whenever we’d be outside hanging and he would come around the way. Sheika thought it was fucked up that she was keeping her relationship a secret, but I didn’t. Shit, it was her pussy and I believed she would tell us when she was ready.

  I hung up and dialed her number again, but there was still no response. Hmmm, that’s strange.

  I got up, and took a quick shower. The summer weather was already hot, so I put on a little pair of booty shorts with a wife beater and flip-flops. I grabbed my phone and my purse. I got into my car and drove around the corner to her house. I rang the doorbell and waited. There was no response. I started banging on the door.

  “Bitch, what the hell wrong with you?” London opened up her door and said.

  I wasn’t worried about what she just said. I was shocked at her appearance. My beautiful friend was looking like a ragdoll that had been to hell and back.

  “What is going on, bitch? You all right?” I pushed past her and walked into her house.

  She looked at me and started to cry. Hell no, something was wrong with my bitch and somebody was about to pay.

  “What you crying for? What happened to you?” I stepped closer and hugged her. She collapsed in my arms, almost pulling both of us to the floor. “Man, talk to me. You making me scared,” I said.

  “They killed him. They killed my boo,” she cried out in anguish.

  “Baby, killed who? What are you talkin’ about?”

  “Keon. They killed him, Nay. I was there with him.”

  “London, talk to me. You’re not making sense. What happened?”

  “I took him over to the south side and the niggas robbed him and killed him.”

  “Oh, my God. You talking about Keon from ’round here?”

  “Yes. They took my baby away from me. I just want to die, Nay,” she cried.

  I was feeling my friend’s pain because I started crying too. I didn’t know Keon that well; I just knew that he was one of Whitcomb Court’s big niggas. My suspicion of her fooling around with him was confirmed, but it was too late, ’cause the nigga was gone.

  “Come sit down, boo,” I said as I helped her to the couch and rested her head on my chest.

  “I need him, Nay. I swear, they should’ve killed me too.”

  “You better stop talking like that. I can’t lose you. You my sissy, you hear me?”

  She didn’t respond; she just kept crying. I tried to be strong for her, but it was hard to sit back and see my bitch hurting like this.

  I sat with London for a while, just consoling her and telling her it was going to be okay. I wasn’t sure it was going to be, because I had no idea how strong her love for him was. Their relationship was a secret, so I only knew what she was telling me today. I had some weed, so I rolled two blunts for us. I knew she was hurting and the weed would mellow her out a little. We smoked and I sat there listening to her cry, laugh, and cry some more. Eventually, she fell out on the couch. I sat there looking at my once vibrant friend, and she was looking so frail and broken.

  After I made sure she was asleep, I took my time and got up. I got a blanket and threw it on her; then I locked the door behind me. I was hurting for my bitch and I wished I could do something to help her. I felt sorry for Keon’s family, also. I knew there was going to be bloodshed all over this damn city. Keon and his crew were known to be deadly. Both the police and the rival gangs knew they were not to be fucked with.

  I needed something to take my mind off everything that had happened with my girl. I scrolled through my phone and dialed Amir’s number. “Yoooo,” he answered the phone.

  “Hello.” I put on my extra sexy voice.

  “Hey, babe, I thought you forgot about a nigga.” He chuckled.

  “Nah, just been busy with school, you know?”

  “Oh, you in school? I love that: a beautiful, educated woman.” His smooth voice echoed in my ear.

  “Why you say that like you shocked?” I asked playfully.

  “Nah, it ain’t that. Just most the chicks I know don’t want nothing but to drink, smoke, and fuck.”

  “Hmm, well, you need to branch out from what you know,” I said sarcastically.

  “That’s what I’m doing now. I’m trying to see what’s up with you, queen.”

  “I hear you. So do you want to do lunch today?”

  “Hell yeah! Lemme handle some business; then we can link up.”

  “All right, cool. Text me when you finish.”

  As soon as I walked into my house, I ran to my closet. I hadn’t been on a date in a while. I was excited to be in the company of a real nigga with money. Shit, I found a brand new minidress that I bought off Angel Brinks’s Web site. I decided to wear that along with my Michael Kors open-toe heels. I wanted to look nice and elegant. The plan was to blow this hood nigga’s mind.

  My mind was on London; I hoped she was all right. I hated that she was hurting like that. After this date, I will swing by and check on her again. I dialed Sheika’s number.

  “Hola, bishhh,” she said playfully.

  “Hey, boo, did you hear what happened?”

  “What you talking ’bout?”

  “They killed Keon last night.”

  “What you talking about? You talking ’bout Keon from Deforrest Street?”

  “Yup. That’s him.”

  “Bitch, you lying? I ain’t been out all day, but I would’ve heard about that shit.”

  “I’m for real and London was with him.”

  “Say what? Was she hurt?”

  “Nah, she’s not hurt. Well, not physically. But she is fucked up over it. I just left her at the house, ’sleep. If you have time, you might want to swing over there and check on her.”

  “Damn, that’s fucked up. What was her ass doing with him anyway? She know them niggas stay in some bullshit. That was dumb on her part for real.”

  I was irritated as fuck that Sheika was being so judgmental. This was our bitch we were talking about and, instead of her showing empathy, she was being a bitch for real.

  “Well, Sheika, she’s always been there for us whenever we go through our bullshit, so it’s only fair that we do the same for her. I got to go, but I’ll call you later.” I hurried and got her off the phone.

  One thing I didn’t like was a negative-ass bitch. Sheika better check herself before she get fucked up for real. I’ve been trying to ignore her little slick-ass comments against London, but if she continues I will have to let London know.

  * * *

  I made sure I bathed, washed my pussy good, and douched. I didn’t plan on doing anything with this nigga, but you know stiff dick has no conscience. I got dressed and put on my heels. I took one last glance in the mirror and smiled. I knew a bad bitch when I saw one, and this chick right here was a bad bitch.

  We decided to meet instead of him coming around the way. Whitcomb and Creighton niggas had major beef and no outside niggas were allowed up in here. He took me to the little Jamaican spot on Broad Street. This wasn’t my first time eating there and, I swear, their food was on point as always. As I sat eating, I couldn’t help but admire him. He wasn’t the cutest nigga I’d fooled around with, but money made him pretty as fuck. His arrogance was a little over the edge, but it wasn’t nothing I couldn’t deal with.

  “Damn, B, you sexy as fuck,” he said as he walked behind me when we left the restaurant.

  “Am I?” I stopped and turned around.

  “Yes, you are. Have a nigga fienin’ for yo’ ass.”

  “Uh-huh,
well, if you play your cards right you might just get some of this ass.” I touched his face with my hand.

  “Come on, shawty, come chill wit’ a nigga for a little while.”

  I thought about saying no, but I wasn’t into playing games. I wanted to cuff this nigga, and pretending like I didn’t want him wasn’t going to help at all. “Okay, so which telly we going to?” I quizzed.

  “Telly? Nah, fuck that. I’m taking you to the crib.”

  “Oh, okay. I feel kind of special right now.”

  “You can leave your car and get in my car. I’ll bring you back later to pick it up.”

  “Okay, that’s fine with me.” I locked my car up and got into his car.

  “So, Miss Ajanay, what are you studying in school?”

  “Psychology.”

  “Nice! A woman with beauty and brains. Were you born and raised in Whitcomb?”

  “Yup,” I said as I scrolled down Facebook. There were a lot of RIP posts to Keon. I kind of got sad when my mind flashed back on London. I hoped my girl was all right. I planned on checking on her later.

  We got to his crib over on the west end. So this nigga did his dirt in the hood and then went home to his gated community. I watched as he punched in his code then drove through the gate. This was nice for sure. Hopefully, one day I’d be able to live in something like this.

  “We here, ma.”

  He got out and I got out of the car. I was very impressed, but I didn’t show it. I remembered when my daddy was big in the game, and we had all that money. Even though we stayed in the hood we had expensive furniture and never wanted for everything. You had to say, “I was born into this life, so it’s only fair that I continue living like this.”

  He punched in another code and we entered his condo. I stepped inside and was more wowed by the size of the inside. It was a baby mansion with nice furniture and a nice decor.

  “Make yo’self comfortable. Do you drink?”

  “Yeah, I drink. What you got?”

  “Come see for yo’self.”

  I walked over to the minibar he had, and it was like a miniature liquor store. Everything that you could think of was there. Hmmm, this is hard for me to decide. “Let me get some that Cîroc Apple.”

  “Got you.” He grabbed the bottle of Henny for himself.

  After we got drinks, we went into his den, which had a sixty-inch TV along with a music system.

  “So, do you do this often?”

  “Do what?” he asked.

  “Go on dates with women and bring them home?”

  “Ha-ha, nah, only special women come up in here. Plus, you know, with my business I got to be careful who I bring ’round here.”

  “I hear you.” I wasn’t buying none of that shit, but that wasn’t really my concern. I was only concerned about this nigga’s pockets and what it was hitting for.

  We started drinking and we smoked a few blunts together. The alcohol was definitely taking its toll on my mental and my physical form. My pussy started tingling and I was feeling horny. I reached over and stared rubbing on his leg. He pulled me closer to him and started massaging my shoulders. His big, masculine hand sent chills through my body. I inched closer so his hand could reach my breast.

  His fragrance made me want to melt. Amir continued to massaged my breast in slow motion. “Damn, boy, you got me feeling crazy right now,” I said.

  “All right, keep it up and I’m going to blow your mind,” he said, slapping my ass.

  Damn, that shit had my hormones all over the place. I was ready to fuck the shit out of him. He had no idea he was waking up a beast in me. “Whatever.”

  “Whatever what?” he whispered in my ear, branding his hard dick against my ass. My body got so hot I was frozen in one spot.

  “That’s what I thought,” he said, kissing inside my ear.

  I had to take a deep breath, but my body was still stuck in a trance. Amir cupped my breast and ran his lips across my ears and on the backside of my neck. My body wanted to melt right there and then. His other hand traveled under my dress and under my panties until his fingers found my wetness. Shit, I didn’t know what he was doing to me but, whatever it was, I was loving every second of it. My pussy had its own heartbeat, thumping for attention. Amir inserted two figures into my wetness while kissing on my neck. That shit nearly drove me up the wall.

  “Hmmmm,” I groaned. My body was on fire. I thought I was going to pass out from his gentle touch and passionate kisses. “Amir, I’m ready to feel you up inside of me.” Fuck all this foreplay. I was ready for him to fill up my insides.

  “Say no more.” He removed his fingers from my wetness and stuck them in his mouth. “Damn, you taste so good.” He licked off my juices and gently took my dress off. His stiff, hard dick was poking me in my lower back.

  I stepped out of my panties and tooted my ass up on the couch. “Damn, your pussy is pretty and phat,” he said as he dropped to his knees, kissing my plump pussy lips.

  “Kiss me where you miss me.” I spread my legs and arched my ass up higher. Amir spread my cheeks. I felt a cool breeze blowing on my pussy. “Yes, Lord.” I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.

  His tongue drove deep into my love box, sending chills through my body. I rocked my body back and forth as his tongue penetrated my pussy. “Amir, dammit, man,” I screamed out as his tongue worked magic inside my treasure box. “Shitttt,” I screamed. My knees started to buckle as my juices flowed between my legs. “Hummm.” I tried to catch my breath and gather myself before Amir’s dick slid into my love box from behind. I had to take a deep breath. But quickly I realized that I didn’t need to. After the high I was on a few minutes ago, I noticed that I wasn’t really feeling anything. I threw my ass back on his dick, but it still wasn’t hitting.

  “Damn, babe, I know you feel this anaconda up in there,” he said between his fast breaths.

  Really? Do this nigga really think that this little-ass dick is hitting something?

  “Is it good, babe? This is the best you had. I know them wack-ass niggas over where you live can’t put it down like this.” He tried ramming me.

  “Yes, baby, they sure can’t,” I managed to say.

  This nigga was really tripping. I knew my pussy wasn’t that damn big. “Aargh, this some good pussy, bitch. I fucking want this pussy,” he said as he continued doing not a damn thing.

  “Yes, it’s yours, daddy.” I rolled my eyes as I thought about my last nigga, Junie, Junie was a dog, but that nigga knew how to beat the pussy up. I started to get wet and started twerking my ass, as I pretended that it was Junie beating the pussy up.

  “Aarghhhhh, I’m about to bust.”

  As soon as I heard that, I tried to get up from under that nigga, but that nigga pinned me under him. He remained inside and busted all up in me. “Damn, nigga, what you did that for?” I yelled.

  “Damn, I’m sorry, ma, but your pussy is too good to pull out. Are you on the pill?”

  “Nah, I ain’t on the damn pill. Yo’ ass should’ve just pulled out.”

  “Listen, ma, if you get pregnant, trust me, my seed ain’t gon’ want for nothing; and, shit, if you need abortion money, I got you.”

  “Boy, whatever. I don’t even know you.”

  “Shiiittt, you know me enough to let me run up in you without a condom.”

  “Really? Well, I guess we both nasty then, ’cause you was just eating my pussy without even knowing if I washed that shit. For all you know I could be a nasty bitch,” I spat back.

  “Listen, ma, I didn’t mean to come off like that. I hope you don’t get pregnant, but if you do, just know a nigga got you.”

  “All right,” I squeezed out. I was still kind of irritated with this little-dick nigga who felt like he could talk to me crazy. I really wanted to snap on his ass, but I humbled myself.

  He walked off, then came back with a towel and washcloth. “Here go a towel and washcloth. Bathroom is on your left.”

  I took them and walked off to the
bathroom. I was happy to be out of his sight for a few minutes. I shook my head in disgust. I still couldn’t believe this macho-ass nigga couldn’t even service my pussy right. I got into the shower and soaped my ass up, then inserted my fingers inside of my pussy. I started grinding and twerking on my fingers. There was so much built-up cum in me that, after a few minutes, I exploded all over my fingers. “Aweee,” I moaned out with excitement as I licked the cum off my fingers.

  This nigga couldn’t fuck me the right way, so I had to fuck myself good. I chuckled as I remember what that nigga was saying to me while we fucked. I washed myself off and then got out. I walked out into the living room where he was.

  “Damn, shawty, you sexy as fuck.”

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  After chilling with me for a few more hours, I decided to bounce. The conversation with this nigga was getting wack. All he kept talking about was how much money he made, and how big he was in these streets. I was sitting there entertaining him until he started rapping about Whitcomb Court niggas. I wasn’t trying to hear all that shit because these were niggas I grew up with. I kind of questioned his motives in my mind. Did he really like me, or did he know I was from over there and he was using me to give him information? There was no way for me to find out now, but I was going to holla at my girl tomorrow to see what she knew.

  “Hey, I’m ready to go. Can you drop me off?”

  “Damn, ma, I thought we were spending the night together.”

  “Sorry, boo, maybe next time. I got class early in the morning and I got to do some homework.”

  “Oh, okay, that’s cool. Just hit me up after class and we can hang.”

  “Okay, gotcha.”

  I got dressed and we got into his car and left. He was being his usual chatty self, and I was busy browsing the Internet. Every once in a while I would smile at him, or say a few words so he could think I was listening. He dropped me off, and I got into my car and pulled off.

  Whew, I was happy to be back in my car and out of this nigga’s way. Damn, that was one bragging-ass nigga. It’d only been a few hours and I knew more about this nigga than a nigga I’d known for a lifetime.

  I dialed London’s number, but her phone kept going to voicemail. I was worried about her, but I figured maybe she wanted her space. London was the type who liked to deal with stuff her way. She’d been through so much; I just wished this wouldn’t push her over the edge.