If I Can't Have You

by Dawn Jiles

  That made me feel some type of way, and I was about to check her ass, but Bria beat me to the punch.

  “Why the hell are you so negative? They love each other, obviously, and they want to be together, so why not? If you would stop hoeing around, maybe your relationship with Kevin would get better,” Bria snapped.

  I shook my head. Sam and Bria seemed to hate each other nowadays.

  “Shut the fuck up, Bria! You always have something to say, and I wasn’t even talking to your ass,” Sam snapped back.

  “Well, I’m talking to your ass,” Bria said.

  “Stop it, you two. Y’all act like y’all hate each other,” I said.

  “Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you bitches later,” Sam said as she stood up to leave.

  “I’m starting to really dislike Samariah for real,” Bria said.

  “Why? She is your best friend,” I said.

  “I don’t trust her, and I really think she is hiding something,” said Bria.

  “I think you are just being paranoid,” I said.

  “Whatever. I have to go as well. I’ll call you later,” she said and then left.

  Bria

  I walked away from Mo, thinking that my girl could be so naive at times. I’d been putting some pieces to this puzzle together, and the puzzle was starting to show that Sam was up to no good. Sam was either sleeping with Corey now or she did before Mo and Corey got together. Like I said before, I already had my suspicions when both Sam and Corey disappeared for, like, ten minutes the night we went bowling. Not to mention that anytime Mo said anything about Corey, Sam’s whole demeanor changed. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I planned to find out.

  David called, and he wanted me to come over. Every time we were around each other, it was like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We had been doing it everywhere. He picked me up, and we headed to the movies. On our way home, I decided to start something up. He got on the freeway, because it was the fastest way to my house from the movie theater. I reached over the middle console and started to rub his penis. At my touch, he instantly got hard. I leaned over, unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out of his boxer shorts. I start rubbing up and down his shaft. I placed my mouth on the head and began licking it in a circular motion. I slowly took all of him in my mouth and gave him the best head he’d ever had.

  “Damn, baby. What you are doing to me?” he moaned. I started to go faster and added my hands into the mix. “Shit, baby. I’m about to cum,” he yelled in pleasure. He shot his seed down my throat, and I made sure to lick him clean. I fixed his pants and sat back in my seat with a smile.

  “You know you’re about to give me some of my pussy, right?” he said. He got off the freeway and pulled into the parking lot of a George Webb restaurant. “Go into the restaurant, and go inside the women’s bathroom. I’m going to come in a few minutes after you,” he ordered.

  I did what I was told, and sure enough, he came into the bathroom after me. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With one hand, he took off his pants and shorts and entered my dripping wet honeypot. He held me firmly by my waist and slid me up and down his pole.

  We both were moaning loudly in pleasure, so I was pretty sure the people eating heard our moans. He put me on the floor and told me to put one of my legs on the sink. I did what I was told, and he entered me from behind. He took my leg off the sink and rested it in the crook of his arm, then fucked the shit out of his pussy. We came together, pulled ourselves together, and walked out into the restaurant. People were looking at us like we were crazy, but we didn’t care. That shit had just felt too good. When I finally got home, I slept like a baby.

  Sam

  I was starting to hate Bria as much as I hated Mo now. She always had something smart to say. Our friendship was practically nonexistent, just like the relationship I had with Kevin. We barely saw each other, and when we did, all we did was argue. We didn’t have sex at all, and it was not like I didn’t try. He just claimed he was always tired. For some reason, I felt as though he was cheating on me. Like a month or so back, we were at his mom’s party when he got that phone call that had him smiling like crazy. If he was not spending his time with me, then who in the hell was he spending it with? Eric’s ass would not leave me alone, and Corey was playing hard to get. I had been having a drought, and I need someone to help water me.

  I was walking down the hall at school when I spotted someone who would be the perfect suitor. His name was Brian, and he was about five-eleven and sported a low haircut. He has dark skinned and had the cutest dimples. I loved me some chocolate men. He was sexy as hell, and he was about to become a victim of this good pussy. I walked over to him, flashed him my pretty smile. I made sure to put a little extra swish of my hips in my walk.

  “Hey, Brian. How are you?” I said.

  “I’m good. How about yourself, sexy?” he said, smiling and showing me those dimples.

  “Look, I’m not into playing games. You’ve got something that I want to try,” I said, smiling seductively.

  “Where’s that nigga, Kevin, at? Y’all still together?” he asked.

  “Does it really matter?” I said, walking closer to him. I made sure to press my titties up against his chest.

  “Fuck that nigga,” he said.

  “Well, let’s exchange numbers, and I’ll call you later,” I said.

  We exchanged numbers, and I walked away, but Miss Kitty didn’t want to wait until later. She needed a fix right now. I called his name, and he jogged back to me.

  “What’s up?” he said.

  “How about we go to your truck now?” I said. I rubbed his dick, and it wasn’t disappointing.

  He grabbed my hand and led the way. We ended up fucking the shit out of each other right there in his truck. As we exited his truck, we ran into Mo and Corey. Mo grabbed me by my arm, and I could tell she was pissed.

  “Why are you getting out of the truck with Brian, and why is your hair all messed up?” she said.

  “Mo, we were just talking,” I lied.

  “Sam, I am not stupid! When are you going to stop with all this mess?” she asked.

  I looked over at Corey, and he just shook his head at me. If he had left Monique alone, none of this probably would have happened.

  “Mo, I’m grown,” was all I said.

  “Well, friend, I love you, and you know I’m here for you if you need anything,” she said.

  Truthfully, for the first time since Mo and Corey got together, I actually felt bad about what I was doing, but not enough to stop me from trying to get Corey for myself. I was on a mission, and I wouldn’t give up until I got what I wanted—even if that meant hurting the people I loved.

  Chapter Six

  Kevin

  I had been spending all my spare time with my new boo, Zoe. We hadn’t made things official yet, because I hadn’t called things off with Sam, but it was definitely in the works. I was surprised she hadn’t left me yet. We barely spent time together, and when she called or texted me, I hardly responded to her. I was waiting on the right time to leave her, but I already had this shit planned out. I was horny as hell, though, so I decided to invite Sam’s ass over so I could get my dick wet. Zoe and I weren’t having sex. Like I said earlier, I refused to have sex with her because I was still with Sam, and I didn’t want to do Zoe like that. She didn’t deserve it.

  She walked into my house, and I must admit, Sam was looking good as hell. She was dressed down, but those leggings she had on hugged her ass and hips perfectly. My little man was standing at full attention just at the sight of her hips. I came up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Let’s go into my room,” I whispered into her ear. I pushed my dick against her ass and started kissing on her neck. “You feel what you’re doing to a nigga?” I said to her.

  She turned so that she was face-to-face with me and kissed me on my lips. One thing Sam did right was fuck a nigga, and her pussy was good as hell. That was the
only thing I’d probably miss about her ass, but not enough to stay with her.

  I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. We kissed the entire way. I had learned some new tricks. I had had a conversation with Pops, and he had told me how to please a woman properly. At first, a nigga didn’t really know how to fuck, and to be honest, I had been with only one woman, Sam, so I really didn’t have a whole lot of experience. Tonight I was on a mission. I planned to fuck her brains out, so that when I finally got rid of her ass, she would know what in the hell she was missing. I opened my door, stepped inside my bedroom, and kicked the door shut. I laid her on the bed, then took off all her clothes. I took off mine, and then I climbed between her legs.

  I kissed her from her collarbone to her titties. I pushed them together, and I began to suck and twirl my tongue around her nipples. I started making a trail of kisses down her belly until I made it to her juice box. I stuck two fingers in her pussy and began to French-kiss her second pair of lips. Her pussy was so wet, I almost forgot about all the shit she had done to me. I pulled out the vibrator I had purchased earlier just for this occasion. I rubbed it up and down her clit, and her legs began to shake violently. I put my tongue inside of her hole and began to dart it in and out. She came in my mouth, and I swallowed all her juices.

  I got up from between her legs and began to kiss her as I stuck my condom-wrapped dick inside of her wet pussy. I slow ground in her pussy, and I could tell she was in pure ecstasy. I started picking up the pace, and she started to match my rhythm. She thrust her hips toward me, and that shit felt so good, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I made her stand up and then told her to touch her toes. I entered her from behind, and then I began to drill the shit out of her pussy.

  “I’m about to pull this dick out, and I want you to suck my dick and swallow all my nut,” I said, slapping her ass.

  “Okay, Daddy,” she said in this sexy-ass voice.

  I was ready to come, so I pulled out of her and took the condom off. She spun around, then started sucking my dick like a pro. I came long and hard in her mouth, and she swallowed all my kids, like she was told. That shit had a nigga weak as hell, and I wanted to go to sleep, but a nigga had something to prove. So I got myself together, got dressed, and walked toward the door.

  “I’m about to go. I’ll holla at you later,” I said. Then I proceeded out the door, without an ounce of remorse. You had to treat a ho like a ho, and that was exactly what Sam was.

  Sam

  I could not believe that this nigga had just fucked me and walked out the door like I wasn’t shit. My feelings were hurt as hell, and to top things off, out of the four years we had been together, he had never eaten my pussy or fucked me so good. He had given me back-to-back orgasms. He had a bitch regretting even cheating on his ass, as he had sexed me so good. I got dressed and grabbed my phone so I could call him and curse his ass out, but when I called, he didn’t answer. I was heading for the front door, calling him again, when I heard vibrating on the coffee table. I walked over to the table and noticed that it was Kevin’s phone. I picked it up and tried to get into his phone. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to guess the passcode. It was his mom’s birthday.

  I started looking through his calls and text messages. I noticed that he had been talking to a girl named Zoe every fucking day and all throughout the day. They had been sending each other pictures and all types of shit. I must admit, she was a cute little black bitch, but she didn’t have shit on me. I could tell by their conversation that he was actually feeling this girl, and that just made my blood boil. Who in the hell did this bitch think she was, trying to steal my fucking man and shit? I took a screenshot of Zoe’s number and sent that, along with her picture, to my phone. I erased the evidence that I had been in his phone and left his house. I didn’t know who this Zoe bitch was, but she was about to feel my wrath.

  Bria

  I woke up this morning feeling sick as hell. For the past week or so, I had been feeling this way. Since I hadn’t gotten any better, I decided I was going to the emergency room. I called up Monique so that she would come along with me. When we arrived at the hospital, they gave me some paperwork. I filled in everything and waited for my name to be called. After about forty-five minutes, they finally called me back. They took my vitals and showed Mo and me to a room. The doctor came in, took blood and urine samples, and then left the room. We waited patiently for the doctor to return. About forty-five minutes later, he entered the room and took a seat next to me.

  “So, Ms. Jacobs, we have your test results, and we have figured out why you haven’t been feeling well,” he said, looking a little nervous.

  Now my ass was nervous as hell. I thought he was about to tell me I had a disease or something.

  “Well, Ms. Jacobs, congratulations. You are pregnant,” he said happily.

  Mo’s mouth dropped, and I nearly fainted.

  “What d-did you just say?” I stuttered.

  “I said you are pregnant. You will need to follow up with your primary care doctor to see how far along you are.” He gave me my paperwork and prescribed me some pills for the nausea and prenatal vitamins.

  My tears started to flow like a flood.

  “It’s going to be okay, friend. Everything will work out,” Mo said, trying to comfort me.

  I wasn’t on any birth control, and David and I never used condoms. What the hell was I thinking? I was only seventeen years old, and I wouldn’t be eighteen for a few more months. How was I going to tell David and both of our parents? I could not believe this was actually happening to me.

  * * *

  Since I found out I was pregnant, I had cried myself to sleep every night and had pretended like everything was normal at school and when I was around my parents. I had made my bed, so now I had to lie in it. My doctor had informed me that I was two months pregnant. I didn’t know when I was going to tell my parents. I knew they were going to be pissed off. They probably still thought I was a virgin. Prom was coming up soon, and I had to prepare myself for that. I knew I would eventually have to tell everyone, but until then, I was just going to act like everything was normal. I just hoped that when I did announce that I was pregnant, I didn’t lose my man. If he walked away from me because I was pregnant, then I never had him in the first place.

  I had been avoiding having sex with David for as long as I could, but tonight I couldn’t avoid it. This man knew my cycle better than I did ever since we started having sex, so I was about to give my man what he wanted. I dropped down to my knees and took him deep into my mouth. By now, I had learned to control my gag reflex, so I was taking him deep into my throat at full speed.

  He said, “Baby, slow down. I’m about to cum.”

  He moaned. I didn’t stop. Instead, I started fondling his balls and picked up my speed. I went all the way down on his shaft and starting gargling on his dick. When I did that, I tasted his seed going down my throat, then slid his dick out of my mouth. I felt sort of bad after I swallowed his nut, because I was pregnant, and my baby took in whatever I took in.

  I figured after that awesome head he wouldn’t want to make love, but I was wrong. He told me to take off my clothes and get on all fours. I did what I was told. He stuck his tongue deep into my honeypot, and I forgot all about my problems as he kissed, sucked, and licked me until my juices flowed into his mouth. He entered my pussy, and instantly, he began to moan.

  “Baby, you feel so nice and wet. It’s wetter the normal,” he whispered in my ear while hitting me from the back. “Shit, I don’t know how much more I can take. My pussy feels so good,” he said between moans.

  I came again, and he was right behind me. He dropped on the bed next to me and then kissed me on my lips.

  “I love you so much,” he whispered in my ear, looking at me and smiling.

  I turned on my other side and then cuddled up close to him. It was moments like this that let me know that everything would be all right.

  Corey

  Things bet
ween Monique and me were going so well. So much so that I could honestly say that I was in love with her. She hadn’t even given me the pussy yet, and she had got a nigga whipped. I couldn’t see myself without her. Samariah’s crazy ass had left me alone. I didn’t know if it was because I had changed my number or because she had just came to her senses, but either way, a nigga was happy as hell. This was our last month of high school, and I couldn’t say I was going to miss it. We were getting ready for prom and graduation. I was going to throw a huge graduation party the day we walked across the stage.

  I had been looking for a place for Mo and me, and I’d finally found the right place. We’d talked a few times about getting a place together, but it was just talk. I was going to make that shit a reality real soon. I planned to surprise her the day after we graduated with keys to our new place. My dad had a lot of properties in nice areas, so I planned to get a two-bedroom through his company. I’d let her decorate everything as soon as I found the place.

  I planned to take a year or so off from school because a nigga needed a break from that shit. I know that Mo wanted to go to school in state, so everything would work out. I had talked to my dad about everything, and he supported a nigga wholeheartedly. He and moms had been together since they were sixteen, so he understood how I felt. Pops had told me that I didn’t have to pay rent if I didn’t want to, so that was good too, because now I could invest all my money into a business I planned to start.

  I think that Mo and I were close to having sex, because she had got on birth control a few weeks back. I was thinking that maybe she had something special planned for me, but either way, she was stuck with a nigga forever.

  Kevin

  It was finally time to get rid of this bitch Sam. I had actually thought this bitch would have changed after getting caught with my best friend, but obviously, she hadn’t. Even though I had plans to leave her, I still felt some type of way about finally saying good-bye to someone I gave four years of my life to. All of that changed, however, when I saw her in the car with that nigga Brian. I was taking Mom’s car to get it detailed and washed when I pulled up next to her and Brian in his truck. It looked innocent, until she reached over and stuck her tongue down that nigga’s throat. She didn’t even see me, and I knew then and there that we were definitely over. I told Zoe all about my relationship with Sam. I knew that Sam wasn’t going to take rejection easily, and I didn’t want Zoe to find out from someone else. She understood, and because we had never made things official, she didn’t get mad at me.