Girls From Da Hood 5

by Keisha Ervin

  “I don’t know why I can’t get enough of you,” he said. “I’m thinking about fucking you all the time, and believe it or not, I’ve never had this much sex with a woman before.”

  Christopher turned and looked down at my dripping wet, perky breasts. I stood five foot five inches in front of him and wrapped my arms around him.

  “I think a lot about you too, Christopher. But I prefer that we take this one day at a time.”

  He nodded and leaned down to kiss me. Afterward, he went for my right breast and cuffed it in his hand. He licked around my dark, healthy nipple, and then tightly plucked it with his lips. While gently massaging both of my breasts, he soon lowered one of his hands to moisten my slit.

  “I thought you were supposed to wash me,” I whimpered. “What about me?”

  “Oh, I haven’t forgotten about you. Never.”

  Christopher turned me around and pressed my back down to bend me over. He rubbed my back, and along with the warm water beating on it, the feeling was more than soothing. I felt his hardness poke against me, and as his thickness entered me, I reached my hand out to hold the towel rack. Things were about to get slippery and all I could do was hold on for dear life. I powerfully forced my ass against Christopher, and he expressed his joy of watching it jiggle. He continued to rub me all over, and by multi-tasking, he squeezed the soapy sponge over my back and dug deeper into me. His soapy hands washed my breasts and cleaned every other part of my body that he could reach. In a near panic from his touch, I slowed things down and turned to get on my knees. I backed Christopher against the tiled wall and opened my mouth to receive his package. With tightened jaws, I sucked with no regrets and stroked what had been so good to me for the past two weeks. The back of my throat was where Christopher wanted to be, and each time I put it there, he sighed with pleasure. He took deep breaths and I felt his juices rising. I focused on his head, and when his cum rushed to the top, I had myself one enjoyable moment. Christopher’s legs weakened, and he pounded his fist against the wall, gritting his teeth. “What in the hell did I do to deserve this? You are amazing . . . downright amazing!”

  I smiled and stood. Christopher rubbed his wet hands over my mouth, and, as the water had turned cold, we wrapped up with a long and satisfying kiss.

  Nearly an hour later, Christopher was dressed and ready to go. It was Saturday, and even though he wasn’t aware of it, I had shopping to do and dinner plans with Michael. I walked Christopher to the door, and he took my hand and clinched it in his.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. “Call and let me know what time to come by. I know you have work on Monday, so I promise not to stay late.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. But tomorrow is not going to be a good day for me. One of my friends is having a baby shower and I promised I would help her. I’ll call you Monday . . . maybe Tuesday, okay?”

  Christopher’s head went back and his eyes widened. He looked shocked, as if he didn’t believe me. He loosened his hand from mine and shrugged his shoulders. “All right, fine. Have fun and call me Monday or Tuesday.”

  “You’re not upset with me, are you?”

  “No. Why would I be upset with you? You have things to do and I understand that. Yes, I know there are other men occupying your time, and I assume, whether you’re honest with me or not, that you have to make time for them, too.”

  “Does that bother you?” I pushed.

  Christopher put his hands in his pockets and gave me a serious look. “I would be lying if I said that it didn’t bother me. Not to the extent where it’s going to interfere with us, because my main concern is about you and me. You’re very private, and I don’t want to scare you away by asking too many questions.”

  “From the beginning, I told you to ask me what you wanted to know. You haven’t asked, so I haven’t revealed much about me.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Then, how do you feel about us? I mean, we seem to have a lot in common sexually, but can you see us dating each other or taking this relationship to the next level?”

  “Possibly. But we still need to take it one day at a time. Jumping into a serious relationship is not something I want to do right now, but over time, I might feel differently.”

  “I don’t have a problem with that. In the upcoming weeks, we’ll try seeing each other outside of the bedroom and go from there.”

  “Sounds like a winner,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. He smiled and turned to the door. “Oh,” I said, halting his steps. “I . . . There is something else I forgot to ask you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Earlier, I mentioned my little problem and you said if I needed anything to ask. Well, if you could, uh, spot me three hundred dollars until next week, I would really appreciate it. I promise I’ll give it back to you next week.”

  “I don’t have three hundred dollars on me right now, so I’ll have to go to the bank and get it.” Christopher looked at his watch. “My bank closes in an hour, so I’ll try to make it there before then. If not, I’ll get it for you on Monday.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “I really hate to bother you, but—”

  “No problem. I’ll get back with you today or Monday.”

  Christopher left and I headed out to enjoy my Saturday.

  A Woman on a Mission

  Since my departure from that slime bag Parker Rhodes, I’d never kept only one man in my possession. And even though I gave my time to many, I only involved myself sexually with one or two men at a time. My relationships never lasted more than six to eight months, and somewhere along the road, I always seemed to get bored. That’s just how I wanted things, and thus far, I hadn’t met any man who made me feel differently.

  By noon, I was on my way to the park to see another one of my pussy-pokers, James. He was my nerd of the bunch; as smart as ever. He was a high school teacher, and treated me with much respect. I hated that our time was almost coming to an end, but that’s just how it had to be. After four months together, he finally admitted to having a steady girlfriend whom he intended to make his wife. Ever since his confession, I’d been on a mission to end it, and rarely called him anymore.

  As I closed the car door, from a distance I saw James sitting on a bench. He was casually dressed in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. His tinted glasses covered his grey eyes, and it was a pleasure to see that he’d gone all out to look well-groomed for me. I’d done the same for him; the black stretch mini-dress that I wore hugged my hips and criss-crossed over my breasts. James smiled at me with pure satisfaction on his face, and when the wind slightly blew the slit in my dress to the side, his eyes dropped to take a peek. Being a true lady, I kept on walking and allowed the man to see my hot pink lace boy shorts underneath. James stood up and reached out to me for a hug. We tightly embraced and he rubbed my back.

  “Woman, I have truly missed you,” he said, standing tall in front of me. He kissed my forehead and backed away from me to take a look. “You . . . you got it going on. Thanks for meeting me here. I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience for you.”

  “Not at all,” I said. I placed my purse on top of the bench and sat next to it. James sat as well, and seemed a bit nervous as he rubbed his hands together and looked down at his shiny loafers.

  I reached over and touched his back. “Are you okay? It seems as if you have something heavy on your mind. Take a load off and tell me.”

  James swallowed hard and his voice cracked a bit as he spoke. “I’m okay, Rochel. It’s just that this whole idea about getting married is starting to concern me. I do love my girl, but I’ve been thinking about you an awful lot. I miss being with you, and since you’ve distanced yourself, I feel as if I’ve lost something.”

  “I . . . I miss you too, James, but your proposal to another woman kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t like being the other woman, and I knew that if you’d have to choose, you’d choose her. I didn’t want to put you under those conditions, so I’ve backed off.”

  “You’ve done more
than just backed off.” His voice went to a higher pitch that made me uncomfortable. “I can’t get you to return any of my phone calls, and even though I thought hard about telling you the truth, I never thought you’d remove yourself from my life as you did.”

  I didn’t appreciate his tone, but I figured some type of explanation was needed on my part. I leaned back, placing the palms of my hands on the bench. My tone was soft, as an argument between us wasn’t in my plans. “James, truly, I appreciated your honesty, but you gave me a choice. Like I said, I intend to back off and allow you some time to figure out who or what you really want. I’ve been very upfront with you about my relationships, and if you ruin a good thing for me, then you’re doing yourself a great disservice. Let the truth be told, there’s no way I can give you what the other woman does, and deep down, I think you know that.”

  He tightened his fist, and I could see how much he was struggling with his decision. “Yes, I know that you don’t love me, but there’s still something so damn intriguing about you. I don’t know what it is, and believe this or not, it has nothing to do with your performance in the bedroom.”

  My brows instantly rose, as I didn’t believe for one minute what he’d said. “Okay, so you like me . . . you like me a lot. What is it that you want from me? There’s not too much I can offer a man who’s about to get married, is there?”

  James hesitated to answer. He massaged his hands together, then reached over to touch my thigh. “I want to spend time with you as often as I possibly can. I know it sounds crazy, but simply put . . . I want to have my cake and eat it too. Besides, you do and I’ve never questioned you about any of your relationships, even though I know they exist.”

  I quickly removed his hand. Another man trying to have his cake and eat it too was a total turn off to me, especially a man who was so willing to admit it. I kept my cool and pretended as if his comment hadn’t disturbed me. “Trust me, James, I have no problem with you having your cake and eating it too. I just wonder, though, what do you think is going to happen to me if or when you get married? Am I supposed to just vanish and ignore my feelings for you?”

  James proudly pointed to his chest. “If or when I get married, nothing is going to change between us. If you decide to remove yourself from the equation, that’s going to be your call. Still, I don’t want that to happen, and my goal is to be with you for as long as you’ll put up with me.”

  I’d heard enough from the educator, and stood up. As I reached for my purse, I cracked a tiny smile for James. “Give me some time to think about this, okay?”

  His forehead showed wrinkles and eyelids looked heavy. “How much time do you need?”

  I avoided eye contact and fumbled with my manicured nails. “A week . . . maybe two.”

  “Two weeks?” he shouted. “I—”

  “Look,” I said, holding my hand up to his chest, “I’m just not sure if I’m prepared to travel down this road with you and your future wife. I can’t quite understand it; if you love her, and you want to marry her, then why do you need me?”

  James reached up and straightened his glasses. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “I . . . I don’t need anybody, Rochel. I want you and I want her. There’s nothing wrong with a man wanting two women, is there?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “In this day and age, I guess not. But I need you to be as honest with her as you are with me. Have you spoken to her about your wants?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because she doesn’t need to know how I truly feel.”

  I clutched my purse underneath my arm. James had said enough and it was time for me to go. “Thanks for being upfront and honest with me. Like I said, you’ll hear from me soon.”

  I turned to leave and James reached for my hand. “Why are you rushing off so quickly? I hope you’re not angry. I . . . I thought we could go to lunch and then go to my house and put my bed in motion.”

  I slightly chuckled at the thought, but kept my cool. “No, I’m not angry with you. Actually, I’m far from being angry. I just need some time to think about this, and the least you can do is allow me that. So, I’ll have to take a rain check, okay?”

  James frowned, shaking his head from side to side. He truly looked like a sad, lost puppy. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

  “I guess you don’t,” I said, leaning in to give him a tiny kiss. Surely, that perked him up, and just for the hell of it, I allowed his hands to roam over my butt. I knew he could feel my ass cheeks underneath my dress, and that aroused him even more.

  “Come on, baby,” he begged while stomping on the ground like a kid. “Please let me take you back to my place. I promise I’ll be good to you . . . real good to you.”

  I backed away from James and wiped my lips. He had some of the prettiest grey eyes, and they always made my heart melt. Not today, though.

  “I’ll call you,” I whispered. “And when we make up for all of this lost time, I’m positive that you’ll enjoy it.”

  James smiled at the thought and nodded. Then he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “How much did you say you needed for your car payment?”

  “Four hundred and eighty dollars. Just round it off to five. You know I appreciate you giving this to me. I’d been so worked up about your news, I almost forgot I’d asked you for the money.”

  James handed the money over to me, and before I left, he gave me a lengthy kiss that I would soon forget.

  Before my late dinner with Michael, I still had plenty of time to drop by the police station to see Lance, chat with Dwayne at the barbershop, and go to the mall to shop for shoes.

  I stopped by the police station first, and as soon as I pulled up to park, I saw Lance sitting in his car with a lady-friend by his side. Just by the look on his face, I could tell she was one of his many girlfriends. She had a mean mug on; he hurried out of the car so I wouldn’t overstep my boundaries.

  “What’s up?” he said, adjusting the policeman’s cap on his head. “I didn’t know you were going to stop by.”

  Giving my hips every swish that I could, I headed his way and swiped my bangs over to the side. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. Did I interrupt something?”

  “Yeah, kind of, but, uh, where are you headed looking and smelling good?”

  As soon as Lance spilled those words from his mouth, the overly thick woman jumped out of the car. “Who in the hell is this?” she snapped while rolling her neck around.

  I knew Lance all too well; therefore, I figured he had this situation under control. “Baby, calm down,” he said, forming his mouth to lie. “She’s Rodney’s woman and she stopped by to pick up some money for him.”

  The lady folded her arms and pouted. “Then, why are you out here complementing her on how good she looks and smells?”

  “Because I like to pay women compliments, especially when they deserve them. Now, g’on and get back in the car. There’s no need for you to be jumping out like a pit bull getting ready to bite.”

  I wanted to burst out laughing, but I held my composure. I looked at Lance and held out my hand. “Would you just give me the money? Rodney’s been waiting all day, and I don’t want to keep him waiting a moment longer.”

  Lance quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He was well aware of the routine, and the last thing he needed was for me to start running off at the mouth. After his woman got back into the police car, he followed me to my car. He opened the door for me, and once I got inside, he handed the cash to me.

  “Thanks for not saying anything,” he whispered. “I really need to get rid of my headache, but it’s going to take some time.”

  My eyes widened and I cracked up inside. All I could do was whisper back at him, “Take all the time you need, Lance. You know that your women have never been a problem for me.”

  “So you say,” he said, unconvinced, “If not, then why haven’t you been calling me? I haven’t dove
into that pussy for quite some time, and Daddy’s been anxious to smack it up and rub it down.”

  I put on my million dollar smile to match Lance’s. “When Daddy gets his women under control, he knows how to reach me. In the meantime, I’m not trying to get bit by your pit bull, so I must go.”

  Lance laughed and tapped the hood of my car. “Get out of here, woman. You gon’ get me in trouble, and if you stay a minute longer, I might have to jump your bones on that back seat.”

  I chuckled at his bullshit ways and put my car in reverse. “I’ll call you later,” I mouthed just as his woman opened the door to hear our conversation. Surely, I wasn’t about to argue with her over a man who, according to him, was separated from his wife and had seven children spread out in the city and counties of St. Louis. Even so, I clearly understood how anxious the woman was to protect her man, because Lance was quite a charmer and definitely knew how to make a woman feel wanted. He was a master at manipulating and could easily coax a woman out of her panties. It helped that he resembled Denzel in Training Day, but when it came to delivering in the bedroom, Lance was no prize. He failed miserably at pleasing me; he thought he was God’s gift to this earth. What a joke, I thought while waving and driving away.

  My last stop was to visit Dwayne, who worked at a barbershop not too far from the police station. Dwayne was not my type at all, but a thug could always, someway or somehow, have his way with women. It took a few months for me to connect with him, but when I did, I found out some interesting things. He was hard on the outside, but soft as butter on the inside. He’d spent a couple of years in prison, but assured me that his life was back on the right track. I didn’t believe him one bit; cutting hair at a barbershop did not account for the extravagant lifestyle he lived. He was the most materialistic man I’d ever dated, but the good thing about him was that he wanted his women to look good as well. Whenever he saw me, which hadn’t been that often lately, he always greeted me with the most pleasant smile that displayed his grille. He knew how much I hated his sagging pants, so he reached down to pull them up.