by Styles, T.
“Call her.” Coconut held her phone out. “Now. And put her on speaker.”
“I’m not doing no young shit like that. We been out of high school for years, Coconut. Be a little more mature, especially since you always saying that shit to me.”
“Either you call her or I will.”
Farah sighed. “You call her if you got her number. Because I’m not.”
“Actually I do have her number now.” Coconut grinned. “She gave it to me the day you fell out. Now you wanna call or what?”
Farah was just about to call Rhonda when Shannon and her friends walked into the restaurant. The expression on Coconut’s face turned from anger to giddiness and Farah wanted to throw up. “Shannon!” Coconut waved and Shannon and her crew walked over to give her a hug. “What y’all doing here?”
“About to get something to eat.” Shannon was still a pretty, brown-skinned girl with a wide smile and long natural hair. The members of her crew, including Wendy and Nova, were just as cute and Farah hated that the most. “What’s up, Farah?” Shannon asked, although she really didn’t care. “I heard you fell down and bumped your head the other day at the gym.” She smirked. “I hope you didn’t lose your mind.” Everyone laughed at her joke.
Farah looked at Coconut, who obviously told her personal business. “Shannon, don’t say shit to me and I won’t say shit to you.”
Shannon cackled. “Coconut, if I were you, I’d smack the shit out of this bitch right here.” She pointed down at Farah. “You know a video of you is going around on YouTube with her smacking you at the party, right?”
Coconut’s cheeks were flushed. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. I wouldn’t be fucking with this snake bitch at all if I were you. People saying she uploaded that shit.”
“I’ma keep it light right now but, bitch, if you knew me you wouldn’t be nowhere near my face,” Farah said. Then she looked at Coconut. “Hit me when you leave your little riffraff alone.” She grabbed her purse. “I gotta go take care of my health.”
The Isley Brothers played in the background as Randy widened Farah’s legs while she sat on the toilet. She was completely naked and he turned the water to help her process. “Is it working yet?” He was naked as he stood over her. “You feel like you gotta pee now?”
“Yeah ... I think this is it.” Farah hopped off the toilet, and held her hand between her legs. Drops of yellow liquid escaped her body and she said, “It’s coming, Randy. You gotta go lie down.”
“Hold it, baby,” he said excitedly. “We almost there. When they were back in his room, he lay on a section of his floor covered in plastic. Farah walked over him, removed her hands, and allowed piss to fall all over his stomach, legs, and neck. Randy’s dick got rock hard as he looked up at her body releasing urine. “Damn, that shit felt so good,” he said, licking his lips, tasting a few drops. “And warm.”
Farah had disconnected a long time ago. She wasn’t into sick, demented sex but with Randy she had no choice. Lately every time she was with him, she thought about Slade. When she heard her cell phone go off, indicating she had a text message, she tried to see who it was from where she stood.
“What you doing? Stand over my face and focus on me,” he ordered. “Now spread your pussy lips apart.” He had the best view to see her tiny clit. His mouth watered as he thought about what to do with her body. When her phone went off again, he said, “Next time we fucking, turn your shit on silent. You be with your friends all the time. I need some attention too. After all, you are my fiancée.”
“Sorry, baby, you know my mother is sick.” The more she hated to admit it, the more it was true. Lying had put her into more situations than she knew how to get out of.
When her bladder was empty Randy said, “Grab the Vaseline on the dresser.” Farah’s pussy never got wet enough for him, so he had to help her out. When she picked up the jar off the dresser, she was able to see she had two text messages from Lesa and Rhonda. Since she talked to Coconut at the restaurant, she could only imagine what Rhonda had to say about the matter.
Walking back over to him, she crouched over his face and said, “What you want me to do now?”
“Rub the Vaseline over your pussy and asshole.” He jerked his dick so he could stay hard. “Put a lot of it on, too.” She slathered as much as she thought he wanted, and globs of Vaseline stuck to her pussy, and ran down the insides of her legs. “That’s good, baby.” He wanted her so bad he could feel it. “Now sit on this shit.” Farah slowly eased on top of his thickness. Whenever she fucked him she was able to detach, never getting off. Randy, on the other hand, was having the time of his life because he loved how sexy a light-skinned female looked with his black dick deep into her body.
When he was inside her body, Randy took control of her hips because Farah couldn’t fuck to save her life. “That’s it!” he said, bouncing her harder on his dick. “Keep that pink pussy right there, red bitch! Hmmmm! Bounce it!” Farah tried to move like she thought he wanted but she was off beat. “On second thought, just stay right there. Don’t move. Just ride that shit like that.” Randy mummy fucked her for an hour in every hole on her body, and when he was done, he had her clean up the pissy plastic and they jumped into the shower.
Fresh out the tub, Randy put his Gucci shades on and eased into the bed. When she walked out of the bathroom he said, “Come over here with me. I wanna rap to you about a few things.” Sensing something was wrong, she eased under the covers. “I went by your house a few times last week and didn’t see your car. Why not?”
Farah knew he was going to catch her in a lie sooner or later but she was trying to hold him off for a little bit longer. The pressure was starting to really bring her down. “Randy, you know I wouldn’t do you like that.” She played with the curly hairs on his chest. “When you came by, I must not have been home. Sometimes I have to take my mother to doctors appointments. She’s really bad, Randy. All jokes aside.”
“If you are lying, you know what I would do to you, right?”
“Yes, and that’s why I wouldn’t do it. That’s also why when this dude name Slade tried to talk to me awhile back, I showed him my ring. He didn’t give a fuck and called you out your name.” She flashed it for him. “See ... I love you.”
“So now you love me, when at first you didn’t wanna even be my wife.”
“I was tripping, Randy. But I’m not anymore.”
When she said that his phone rang. “Let me get that right quick,” he said as she examined his hairy black ass. Although he was violent, he was so attractive that to some girls it was worth the beat down. Farah only wanted to keep him handy to keep her purse on full.
He hopped out of the bed and said, “It’s the nursing home. Give me a second.”
She used the time to check text messages, starting with Lesa’s:
Somebody name Slade came over looking for you. He said he live in the building. Damn he was fine. Hit me back when you can.
After reading the text, the only thing she wanted to do, was rush over there to see what he wanted. And then she remembered, after she left Grand’s and took care of business he saw her in the basement. She’d committed a much-needed murder. What if he was going to blackmail her, and ruin her life?
The second text was from Rhonda and it read: Farah I gotta talk to you about Coconut. Hit me back ASAP.
Chapter 25
“I may be lame, but I would’ve taken up for you...”
—Farah
The wind whipped around Farah’s and Lesa’s bodies as they walked to Lucky 7 convenience store a few blocks from their apartment. Although Farah lived in the flyest development in her area, she was still in the hood, and a few females who hated her eyed them as they moved down the block. Farah had enemies. Many. And although she acted as if she didn’t, she knew any normal act could lead into an unprepared battle if she was caught slipping. She could’ve driven her car but one of Lesa’s male friends dug them both parking spaces out of the snow, and
they knew if they moved their cars, they would be taken by the time they got back. They were only five minutes into their walk when a white BMW slowly pulled up. “Red bone,” the driver called out in their direction.
Farah and Lesa looked at the late-model BMW and were pleasantly surprised. The way they looked, Farah could keep time with either one of them. As the days passed, she was starting to get lonelier because Randy didn’t give her love. What she wanted was somebody to laugh and enjoy time with. The only questions now were who was going to get the driver, and if the passenger had a nice ride too.
“You gotta be more specific,” Lesa said to the men. “We both red bones.”
“My bad.” The driver laughed. “It’s not often you see two fine-ass friends together.”
“We cousins,” Farah lied. “So that’s even better.”
“Damn, they family,” he said, giving the passenger dap.
Farah wanted the driver so she jumped in front of Lesa, preparing to spark up a conversation, so the driver could see her fat ass. “Girl, they are so fucking cute!” She was geeking. “If I knew it was gonna be like this, I would’ve suggested we walk to the store a long time ago. Which one you want?”
Lesa tried to look around Farah and into the car. “I’m not sure because you’re blocking my view. I hope it’s not on purpose.”
Farah detected a little tension in her voice. This wasn’t the first time Lesa started acting differently. It seemed like everything changed between them after she was sick, and Lesa was alone with her friends. “Oh sorry, girl.” She moved out her view. “I was just trying to tell you something. Not block your game.”
“I’m used to bagging niggas like that all the time. So it’s not that big of a deal,” Lesa said. “But I like to take my time with shit. If you act too thirsty they gonna try to fuck over you.”
Before Farah could make it known who she wanted, the passenger said, “Damn, shawty fat as shit!” He was eyeing Farah. He wasn’t her original pick, but he would have to do. Her only issue was Randy and running into someone who knew him.
“I’m trying to holla at you, sexy,” the driver said to Lesa. “And my man wanna meet your cousin. How ’bout the four of us get together and have a good time.”
Farah was already walking toward the car before Lesa snatched her arm. “What the fuck you doing?”
She snatched away from her. “They called us over. What we waiting on?” What the fuck is her problem? She heard the niggas call me just like I did.
“Girl, don’t play yourself.” Lesa shook her head. “If them niggas wanna holla, let them come to us.” She couldn’t believe Farah was being so lame. “I wish I would walk up to a fuckin’car to get some rap.” She cackled. “And you not either. Not while you’re with me, anyway. It’s bad enough we talking to them while we standing outside.”
Farah was embarrassed that Lesa thought she was playing herself. Instead of walking to the car she maintained her position, even though she hoped they didn’t pull off and say fuck it. Being bedridden and sick for so long as a kid made her desperate to meet new people, which resulted in hot-ass moves.
“What y’all about to get into?” the driver said, looking at Lesa, who appeared uninterested. “Trying to take a ride with us or what?”
“Not for nothing, cutie, but I can’t hear shit you spitting from this distance,” Lesa said. “If you trying to holla at me and my friend, you gotta get out of the car.”
The driver laughed. “Ain’t no disrespect, Miss Lady. It’s just cold out there and we thought you’d be better off talking to us inside here. And I thought y’all were cousins. Why she just say friend?”
“We are cousins!” Farah interjected, while Lesa shook her head in disgust. The cousin shit was ridiculous.
“Well, if your game right, you won’t be standing out here with us too long,” Lesa said.
Lesa reminded Farah of Coconut and she took notes to be smoother with her game for future references. Now that she thought about it, walking up to them may have been too much.
They made a decision to leave the warmth of the car to holla at Farah and Lesa. They just hoped they got some pussy some time that evening when it was all said and done. The driver approached Lesa and his friend approached Farah, who was so excited about his height and the natural smell of his body that she was moving around in place. Before even talking to him, she felt she hit the lottery. He looked rich just like Randy. There wasn’t a connection like when she was with Slade, but it would do.
“You got a man?” he asked Farah. “Because if you do, you don’t anymore.”
Glad I didn’t wear that ring. “Naw ... I’m single.” She grinned. “I use to deal with Randy from Southeast. You know him?”
“Naw. His name don’t sound familiar.”
“Good ... Well, I been single for a while and could use some company. You got a girl?”
Lesa shook her head at the thirsty way Farah was acting. Now she wished she never agreed to allow her to tell people they were related.
“Let’s just say I don’t have any attachments.” Whatever that meant was good enough for Farah. She could see him hanging over at her house and cooking for him. And judging by the Rolex on his arm, she could tell he had a little change in his pocket, too. “What’s your name, pretty lady?”
“Farah Cotton.”
“Cool-ass name. Why do I think I’ve heard that somewhere before?”
“You probably have. My family grew up around these blocks. We got a rep, if you know what I’m saying.” She was smiling so hard both rows of teeth and her pink gums were showing. “People know not to fuck with us around Southeast.”
“Well, my name is Gary.” He smiled as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his body, as if they’d been together for years. He was so close to her lips that it looked like he was going in for a kiss. If he did, Farah would have let him. “What you doing tonight, Reds? Being with me or what?”
Farah was cheesing up in his face until she saw the man who infiltrated her dreams every night roll past in his truck. Slade wasn’t driving a designer ride, but he sure made the one he had look official. Slade looked her way, and something about his expression told her he wasn’t feeling what he was seeing with his eyes. Suddenly she was blown thinking he wouldn’t reach out again, whether it was to approach her about the murder or to talk to her. She was still in Slade World when Gary turned her chin so that she was looking into his eyes. “You a’ight? You know that nigga or something?”
Shaking Slade out of her mind she said, “Uh ... no. I thought that was my cousin at first but it was someone else.”
“So what you doing tonight?” he asked, uninterested in innocent matters.
“I ain’t doing nothing. We were about to go to the store to buy some stuff to cook dinner.”
“You gonna cook for me?” Gary asked, licking his lips.
Lesa was eavesdropping so heavily she couldn’t hear shit Roth was spitting. The driver was mad he chose her, since it was apparent that she wasn’t as easy as Farah. “I can cook for you, baby. What you like to eat?”
“Before I tell you what I want for dinner, I want you to tell me what you gonna give me for dessert.”
Farah grinned, knowing what he meant. “You can’t handle my sweets,” she replied as if she could fuck. “You better stick to dinner, boy, before you get yourself into trouble.”
“You that good?” Gary smirked. Farah was hot and horny and within the hour, she was positive that she would give him the access granted to bang her back out. “You talking a lot of shit, Farah Cotton.” He groped his dick. “I hope you can handle it.”
“I can.” She rubbed his thickness, all while outside in the open. “So when you coming over?” If Randy rolled past, he would snatch her face off.
“Shit, we ain’t doing nothing now. We can come chill with y’all while you cook. I would love to see that sexy ass in the—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Lesa yanked Farah up so quickly
her neck snapped. Moving her out of earshot of the fellas Lesa said, “You wanna go to 7-Eleven instead of Lucky 7?”
Farah frowned, not understanding her question. “Naw ... why you say that?”
“I figured you’d want a Big Gulp since you being so thirsty.”
Farah frowned and snatched her arm away. “I’m not thirsty, but I know what I want.” She looked at Gary. “I figured we could have some fun, since I been in a bad mood for the past couple of days. I mean, didn’t you tell me earlier you wanted to meet some new niggas? Here we go.”
“You don’t see nothing wrong with picking a nigga off the streets and taking him home?”
“And you don’t see nothing wrong with taking Diamond D to your room at my party and fucking him? While you were on your period?” Farah wanted to fuck Gary so badly she was making herself look terrible.
Lesa threw her hands in the air. “Whatever you want, cousin. Do you.”
“Good! And just so you know, I’m not gonna take a lot of you grabbing my arm out in public anymore. Be careful, Lesa. You don’t really know who I am or who I can be. I can snap if pushed.” Farah dismissed everything Lesa was spitting back and walked over to her new friend to discuss their plans for the evening.
Farah was trying to breathe as Gary dug in and out of her pussy raw. She hoped he’d like her enough to stick around, but the way he was acting, she couldn’t be sure. Sweat poured off of his face and entered her eyes, and all she thought about was how cute he looked panting heavily in her face. The bed rattled as if she were Celie from The Color Purple and he were Mr. She focused on the light above her head and would sporadically try to move her body to please him. But the only things that moved were her shoulder blades and if he were fucking them, he’d be straight.
