by Silk Smooth
“Okay. I won’t ruin your clothes, but you must promise me that you’ll lick me from head to toe later. I also want to give the birthday boy a kiss, so at least allow me to do that.”
I didn’t . . . couldn’t say shit. I sat there in a trance as she leaned in and brushed her soft lips against mine. Her pierced tongue entered my mouth and she presented me with one of the sweetest tasting kisses I’d ever had. My eyes were closed and I could hear my boys cheering us on. That made me back away from her lips and wipe the wetness from mine.
“Happy birthday,” she said in a soft whisper. “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”
“We will,” Candice rushed to say. “And hopefully that’ll be soon.”
As quickly as the chick came, she went. Candice walked away too, and when several of my niggas came up to me they couldn’t stop talking about the bitch. My thoughts were all over the place, but I grabbed Juan around the neck and pulled him to me.
“Did you send out invitations to this party?” I asked.
“Yep. Me and Melo did. Why?”
“Did you send Karrine an invitation?”
“Yep, I did. I thought she would call Leslie to RSVP, but when I checked the list, Karrine’s name wasn’t on it. I then called her cell phone, but she didn’t answer. I left a message for her too, but she didn’t hit me back.”
I patted Juan on his neck and let it go. I wanted to know if Karrine had known about this party, and obviously she did. I guess she decided not to come, just like I guess she decided not to call and wish me a happy birthday either. That was real fucked up, because over the years, no matter what we had been through or were going through, we always reached out and did special things for each other on our birthdays. I was so sure that I would hear from her today. Deep down, I was real disappointed that I hadn’t.
Either way, the party went on. It was off the hook, and as I looked around, everybody seemed to be having a good time. Glasses were being filled with champagne, Kush was being smoked, ’cane was being snorted, and there was free food and drinks for everybody.
For whatever reason, I found myself checking my cell phone every now and then and watching the clock. It was almost midnight, meaning that my birthday would be over and I still hadn’t heard from Karrine. Text messages kept coming through, though. Two were from Mama, telling me about her winnings, several were from family, and I even got a text message from Simone who told me to stay away from her sister, but have a good birthday. I let out a chuckle as I read the text message, and sucked in heat from a joint as I sat with some of my boys at the table. Two chicks were standing on top of it dancing, while my niggas made it rain for them. I leaned toward Juan, who sat next to me.
“Man, do me a favor and hit up Karrine on yo’ cell phone to see what’s up. Maybe she tried to call you back and you didn’t answer.”
“That ain’t the case—and why you keep askin’ me about that bitch? If she ain’t here, she ain’t here.”
I glared at Juan and shot him a dirty look that put fear in him. “Nigga, just do what the fuck I said, and pull back on yo’ choice of words for my baby’s mother. You out of line, and I don’t appreciate that shit.”
“Look, I’m sorry for sayin’ that shit and I apologize. But stop trippin’, nigga. Check out all these hoes around here sweatin’ you and shit. All I’m sayin’ is, be happy and get a vision of what tonight will bring. Yo muthafuckin’ bedroom gon’ be on fire!”
Juan laughed and patted my back. He checked through his phone and found Karrine’s number. After calling it, he listened, then put his cell phone up to my ear. Her voice mail came on.
“Hang up,” I said, trying not to show how upset I was. I downed another drink, and when one of the chicks on the table squatted in front of me, I opened my legs and slumped in my seat. The G-string she wore was swallowed by her visible pussy lips. She lifted her finger, motioning for me to come to her. When I didn’t move, Juan pulled the G-string away from her pussy lips and slapped a couple hundred dollars between her legs.
“Back up,” he said to her. “Chill for a minute.”
The chick stood and worked her way down the table. Juan turned to me and sighed. “What’s up with you, nigga? Why you actin’ all difficult and shit? At first you seemed to be enjoyin’ yourself, and now you actin’ all fucked up.”
I rubbed my hands together, and then stood up to stretch. “I’m good, nigga. Let’s go cut the cake. I’m in the mood for cake. You?”
He nodded, then several of my boys followed me as I walked over to another table to cut my cake. Everybody sang “Happy Birthday” to me, and as they sang, my phone vibrated. I hurried to look at my phone, only to see another text from someone else, not Karrine. The time showed 12:47 a.m.—my birthday was officially over.
I got down on some cake, laughed, flirted, and talked shit to my boys for a while. Then I stepped to Juan, who was standing near the dance floor, talking to some chick from the block.
“Ay, cover for me, all right?” I said to him. “I’m about to make a move, and if anybody ask where I went, make up something.”
Juan slapped his hand against mine. I thanked him for putting this shit together, and headed toward the back door, hoping that no one would see me exit.
As my hand touched the doorknob, I heard Candice call my name. I turned around, only to see her and the chick from earlier standing in the doorway of a private room. They grinded against each other, and the other chick kept placing delicate kisses on Candice’s lips while keeping her eyes on me.
“Where are you going?” Candice asked. “You’re not leaving us, are you?”
I put my hands in my pockets and stepped up to them. I was so sure that they could offer me one hell of a night to remember, but I wasn’t in the mood for that kind of night. “I appreciate the birthday gift,” I said, looking at the other chick, not Candice. “But maybe next time, all right?”
She pouted and batted her lashes. Her eyes were so addictive that I had to look away. “You’re welcome,” she said. “And Candice has my number, just in case you change your mind.”
Without giving it much more thought, I left. I drove at high speeds, trying to get to Karrine’s crib so I could confront her about a buildup of bullshit that was on my mind. Rain was coming down so hard that my car kept skidding on my way there. I finally slowed down, after I almost hit a truck on the highway that had abruptly switched lanes. I arrived at Karrine’s crib right before three in the morning. I was sure that Shania was sleeping, so I tapped on the door with light, but quick knocks.
“Who the fuck is it?” Karrine said in a grouchy tone that let me know she had been sleeping too.
“Open the door,” was all I said.
Karrine opened the door, and when I looked at her, some of my anger subsided. I hadn’t seen her since that day at the park, and she looked just as beautiful in a long, pajama shirt with a teddy bear on it. Fuzzy house shoes covered her feet, and most of her hair had been shaved off again.
“What?” she said with attitude.
“Are you gon’ let me inside, or do I have to stand out here in the rain and get drenched?”
Karrine stepped outside and closed the door behind her. By being close to the door, she protected herself from the rain, but I was still getting wet.
“I’m not invitin’ you inside. Shania is ’sleep and I’m goin’ back to bed too.”
“You can, once I get in yo’ shit about not calling to wish me a happy birthday, and for not showing the fuck up to my surprise party. Why didn’t you show up or call to show a nigga some love? You didn’t even have Shania call me, and that was some foul shit, Karrine. You know it was, and I know you did that shit on purpose.”
She folded her arms and rolled her eyes. “We could care less about yo’ damn birthday for real. You fucked hers up by bringin’ yo’ bitch to the party, so why should we have to break our necks for you on yo’ birthday? Nigga please. Get out of here and continue on with ‘That Life’ and let us live ours.”
“I see yo’ ass is still bitter about some shit, so I’ma let you go back inside and sleep real tight. You silly, Karrine. Yo’ ass is real childish and silly.”
I stepped away from the door and into the rain that continued to pour on me. Karrine rushed up from behind me and shoved me in the back. I shot her an angry glare that let her know she needed to back the fuck up.
“Yo’ ass the one silly,” she hissed. “I’ve been doin’ just fine, until you showed yo’ ass up insultin’ me and whinin’ like a bitch about yo’ dumb-ass birthday. Nigga grow up, please!”
I removed my sunglasses and put them in my pocket, just so I could get a good look at her. Something inside of me wanted to knock her on her ass. Something else wanted me to slap the shit out of her or choke the last breath out of her for spewing all this foul shit. I restrained myself from going there, and just stood there, getting drenched and listening to her foolishness.
“We don’t need yo’ ass,” she fussed. “So stop comin’ over here and leave us the fuck alone. I expected to hear from your lawyers by now, but I figured Shania didn’t mean shit to you anyway, as I surely don’t.”
I nodded and wiped down my face to clear the raindrops. “That’s right. Get it all off yo’ chest right now. Have at it, Karrine, and tell me how you really feel. Even if you want to throw punches at me, feel free to do that shit too.”
Karrine wasted no time in taking me up on that offer. She slapped the shit out of me and punched me in my chest. Yet again, I nodded. “I see somebody’s been brushing up on her fighting skills. But you gon’ have to get at me better than that, because those punches at about shit.”
She punched me in the chest again, causing me to take one step back. Madness was in her eyes, and she looked devious. “Nigga, you damn right. I have been brushin’ up on my fightin’ skills, and you ain’t never gon’ be able to kick my ass like you did at yo’ crib that day again! Never, Honey, and I will fight yo’ ass again, whenever you’re ready for some of this.”
I smirked just to piss her off. “So, that’s what this is all about? You’re still angry about getting yo’ ass kicked, huh? Well, let’s settle this shit right now. I’m giving you permission to kick my ass right now, but there will be no guarantees that I won’t fight back.”
Karrine was soaking wet, as I was. Her T-shirt look melted against her body, and I could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. The rain, however, didn’t stop her. She punched me in my stomach, and when I bent slightly over to grab it, she smacked me again. I smiled and fought back by planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Your turn again,” I said. “You’re almost there.”
She wiped her hand on her cheek, as if she were wiping away my kiss. “Don’t put yo’ nasty-ass lips on me, fool. Ain’t no tellin’ how many pussies those lips touched today.”
“Plenty,” I said, fucking with her.
That made her even madder, so she hit me again. I fought back with another kiss—this time on her lips. She growled and lifted her leg to karate kick me between the legs. I figured she would go there, and I was ready. I grabbed her foot and twisted it.
“Let it go,” she shouted.
“Sure.”
I let go by pushing her hard and making her fall down on the soggy, wet, and muddy grass. She was really pissed now, and when she charged at me, I shoved her ass down again. Mud was caked on her backside, and as fast as the rain was falling, it still wasn’t enough to wash the mud off. I dropped to my knees, feeling my knees sink into the mud.
“Don’t touch me,” Karrine said. “Back the hell away from me and take yo’ ass home.”
I started to remove my shirt and pulled it away from my chest. “I will go home, after I get my belated birthday present. You owe me, and I’ll be damned if you don’t give it to me right now.”
Karrine tried to scoot away from me, but all she was doing was covering herself with more mud. “I’m not givin’ you shit!” she yelled.
I grabbed her legs and held on to her ankles. I pulled her to me, and held my body up over hers. The diamond cross that hung from my neck rested on her chest as I looked down at her.
“Stop all this madness, ma.” I spoke in a soft tone. “Show a nigga some love and quit treating me so ill. I know I’ve made some mistakes, but that’s what humans do. They can change too, and all I ask is that you work with me during the process. I’ll get there. I promise.”
Karrine searched into my eyes without saying a word. Her chest heaved in and out, making her breasts rise with each breath that she took. As she lay silent, I continued to lay over her. The rain was beating down on my back, and I unbuttoned my pants, then lowered them to my ankles and kicked them off. I felt Karrine’s hands ease around my back, and when her legs wrapped around me it felt like something magical was happening. I hurried to slip my dick into her pussy that locked on my steel like this shit was meant to be. I rocked her pussy at a rhythmic pace that made her sweet juices sing out to me.
For the first few minutes, there was silence. All we could hear was the rain beating down on the concrete and the wind whistling. Karrine released her hands from my back and stretched out her arms. She put a high arch in her back, closed her pretty eyes, and squeezed her hands in the mud. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and then she opened them to look at me.
“We do need you. I . . . I love you so much that—”
I silenced her words with a kiss. With the mud still in her hands, she reached around me again and rubbed that shit all over my back. It didn’t bother me that it felt grimy, because the feel of being inside of her pussy had taken over every feeling in my body. I rolled on my back, and put her on top of me. The pajama shirt she wore was covering what I wanted to see, so I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. Karrine worked her pussy well while on top of me, but I wanted to feel her body next to mine. I pulled her to me and she rested her chest against mine. Mud was now in my hands too, so as she sat back up to ride me, I coated her firm breasts and juicy ass with mud. I squeezed in all the right places, and thrust my dick into the depths of her pussy.
“I can’t believe we’re doin’ this,” she said in a whisper. “This is such a mess.”
“A good mess. And don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.”
Karrine enjoyed it so much that she laid flat on her stomach in the mud. I got behind her, held her hips, and punished her so good from the back that water started to splash as I slapped my wet body against hers. My dick was throbbing so fast inside of her gushy folds. I felt the explosion that was about to take place, and it wasn’t long before my hot lava sprayed into her pussy like a water hose. I was so relieved that I dropped my limp body on top of hers. I released several deep breaths, and then placed a trail of soft kisses along the side of her neck.
“To hell with that Bugatti,” I said. “This shit right here was waaaay better than that muthafucka.”
Karrine lifted her head and looked up at the sky. The rain had slowed, and there was now a whole lot of mud caked on our bodies. “A car will never satisfy you like I can, so let’s go inside to wash this off. Then I’ll be able to give you your real birthday present. Believe it or not, I did get you one.”
“Whatever it is, take it back to where you got it from. I just got what I wanted, and it’s all I needed right now.”
Karrine pursed her lips. “Nigga, is that all you wanted—some pussy?”
“Nah, not pussy. What I got was a reality check. Thanks for giving it to me.”
Karrine smiled and we got up. Our bodies were so stiff, and we laughed as we went inside and left a trail of mud on the floors. We checked on Shania, who was still asleep, and then Karrine joined me in the shower, where she spent the next several hours honoring my birthday wishes and making up for lost time.
Karrine
12
Honey left around three in the afternoon, promising me that whenever he came back, things would be different. I didn’t care if that was one week from now, on
e month or one year . . . things had to be different, and he knew exactly what he had to do.
For now, I was riding high off last night. I had been so miserable, and my life just didn’t seem right without him. But after all that had happened, I had to fall far back and not reach out to him for anything. I didn’t want to keep Shania away from him, but I had to. What had happened that day at the park sent off signals that let me know how quickly Shania could be taken away from us. Honey had put himself in plenty of bad situations, and he now had to take the time to correct some things.
During that time, I told him that I wasn’t going to pressure him, and I wasn’t going to make any demands. I wasn’t going to keep ringing his phone, nor was I going to pay him any visits. Shania and I were staying right here, and at this point, whatever was going to be, would be.
Simone was on her way to come get me so we could go see Chyna. I missed my big sis so much, and I talked to her as often as I could. I had been to see her several times before, and all I could say was that she was hanging in there.
Chyna was the toughest one of all, and I think that Mama’s genes ran deeper in her, more than they did in me or Simone. Chyna had made some bad choices that had caught up with her and cost her dearly. But she was also a fighter who I believed would pull through these tough times.
When Simone pulled up in her car, I was coming from my neighbor’s house where I had dropped Shania off. My neighbor was a sweet lady in her fifties who had latched on to Shania the day I moved in. She had a grandbaby who was a year older than Shania, and the two of them played well together. I felt comfortable leaving Shania with her, but since the incident at the park, it was rare that Shania would be with anyone else, other than me.
As for Mama, I hadn’t spoken to her. It wasn’t that I was mad at her or anything like that, the problem was that she was still upset with me. She felt as if had taken Shania away from her, and that I was trying to take Honey away from her too. That was not the case, but she made it out to be like that.
I got in the car and reached over to give Simone a hug.
