Love is Blind (G Street Chronicles Presents)

by Nicole Jackson

  Necole and her friends stood and checked out the people. All Lil’ Daddy’s boys were gawking at them. There were a few girls there already and they were all mean mugging them. The girls stood out without much effort. There was a certain sophistication about them that couldn’t be duplicated.

  “These hating bitches are looking at us strange. Let’s go to the dance floor,” Cali yelled over the loud music.

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Necole nodded, right before somebody bumped into her.

  “Excuse you,” the girl snapped as she looked back at her.

  “No, excuse you!” Necole shot back.

  “Who the fuck are you talking to?” the light skinned girl asked as she stepped in her face.

  “Hey, hey. Chill out, main,” Black interjected as he pulled the girl out of Necole’s face.

  “Man, fuck this bitch!” the girl shouted.

  “No, fuck you!” Necole lashed. She might have been from the suburbs, but she’d had her fair share of fights. So she wasn’t intimidated.

  “Ya’ll just chill,” he told Necole before turning to the girl. “Crissy, main…don’t come here trying to fuck up this nigga’s party. I’ll have security remove your ass.”

  “Whatever,” Crissy snapped as she stomped off.

  “Bitch,” Necole gritted.

  Black turned to her. “I see you can’t get along with anybody.”

  “What?” she sucked her teeth. “You don’t know me.”

  “I know you have a bad attitude.”

  “I know I didn’t ask for your opinion!” she snapped as she strutted around him.

  Black stood and stared at her back as she and her little crew disappeared into the crowd. Every one of them was fine, but Necole was the hottest. He couldn’t stop imagining laying her on her back and toning down her attitude.

  “Who was that, Necole?” Cali questioned.

  “Who, that girl?”

  “No, the dude.”

  “Oh, some friend of Amber’s man.”

  “Girl, he is fione.”

  Necole rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

  “He is cute. He got that gangster thing going on too. His Jordans were on point. He had a nice big face watch. His haircut was fresh. He had on Red Monkey jeans and he smelled good,” Corrine added.

  “Could ya’ll stop dick riding for one second?” Necole spewed as she stepped onto the dance floor. “Let’s just mingle. Fuck that purse snatcher,” she grooved her body to the beat. The deejay was spinning Rick Ross’s, “Ashton Martin Music.”

  Soon all the girls were dancing and had dance partners; except Necole. She’d turned down every guy that approached her. She was in her own world until she felt somebody wrap their arms around her waist. “What the…” she said as she turned around and noticed who had her in their arms.

  “You see, you don’t know who I know,” Mark whispered into her ear.

  She continued to dance as he kept his arms around her. “Are you stalking me?” she whispered into his ear.

  He shook his head. “Never that,” he murmured in her ear as his lips brushed against her.

  “Stop,” she giggled.

  “Nu uh,” he shook his head as he softly licked her neck.

  Necole legs became weak and he made love to her neck. “Stop,” she whined.

  In the distance, Black checked her every move. He saw how she’d turned down every nigga until that little nigga approached her. He also saw how up-close and personal they were becoming. He didn’t particularly care for the scene. Since Monday, she’d been on his mind. He appreciated her feistiness and intelligence. He was hoping that she’d come to the party and now the little nigga was killing his wet dream.

  “Come on,” Mark led Necole off the dance floor.

  “Where are we going?” she questioned.

  He didn’t answer as he guided her through the crowd. He found the restroom area where the music wasn’t as loud. “When are you going to stop playing with me?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He stroked his waves as he gazed down at her with piercing eyes. “You know that I’ve been feeling you, so what’s up?”

  “Um…”

  “Um, what?” he nicked her lips. “You gon stop playing with a nigga?” he pressed as he gently stroked her face.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. You have a lot going on.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like Chantel and all those other groupies.”

  “Fuck her and everybody else. All I see is you,” he claimed. She was high, and he was saying all the right things.

  “Mark…” was all she was able to utter before he placed his mouth on hers. He slid his tongue in her mouth while clutching her ass. “Umm,” she moaned as she grabbed the back of his head. The pill she’d taken had kicked in, so she was ready to take him somewhere and fuck his brains out.

  “Damn, girl,” he growled as he pinned her against the wall. He positioned his hard-on between her thighs.

  “BK, let’s go, main,” some dude called out as he approached them.

  “Huh?” Mark asked as he turned around.

  “Let’s go. We still have to go to Big Dee’s party.”

  “Fuck, man!” Mark stomped, damn near throwing a tantrum. “We just got here.”

  “I know, but them niggas ready to go.”

  “Damn!” he faced Necole. “I gotta go. Give me your number,” he commanded as he pulled out his cell.

  “Okay,” she sighed as he locked her number in his phone.

  “I’ma call you,” he promised as he gave her one last kiss.

  “We’ll see,” she sighed as she watched him swag off. Shrugging the encounter off, she headed back to the dance floor and noticed Mark leaving with a group of dudes. They all seemed older, balling and thuggish. She was beginning to think that she’d greatly underestimated Mark. Her interest was definitely piqued and she couldn’t wait to hear from him.

  “Here you are. Where did you go?” Amber asked.

  “To the restroom.”

  “Yeah, right. I saw you walk off with Mark’s fine ass.”

  “Okay, I’m caught,” she shrugged.

  “Yeah, you are; but anyways, Black has been asking about you all week long.”

  “Black? That rude ass criminal?”

  Amber shook her head. “You are silly, but yeah…he likes you.”

  “Well, good for him,” Necole pursed her lips before someone grabbed her hand.

  “Can I get a dance?” Black asked.

  Necole turned to look at him. “Why would you want to dance with me? I thought that my attitude was too bad?”

  “No, I said that your attitude was bad. I never said that it was too bad for me,” he stated smoothly. He stared down at her with his eyes half-mast, turning her on. His long lashes were sexy, so with one look he could make any girl cream all over herself.

  “Whatever,” she sighed, putting up a front.

  He boldly pulled her closer. “It ain’t gon be whatever when I put this dick in you,” he whispered.

  It took her a few seconds, but she pulled away. “I don’t think so.”

  “Black, they’re ready for you on the stage,” a guy walked up and said.

  “Alright, man,” Black nodded. “Amber, let me holla at you,” he wrapped his arm around her neck. He whispered something into her ear before heading to the stage.

  “What did he say?” Necole wanted to know.

  “Nothing,” Amber shrugged. “Let’s go find the rest of the girls,” she suggested as she squeezed between the crowd.

  Necole followed her. They found Corrine and Cali flirting with some dudes. “Ya’ll come with me to the front near the stage,” Amber told them.

  The girls all nodded before following her. By the time they made it to the front, Black was on the stage. “What’s up, ya’ll?” he asked the crowd. Everyone shouted in response. “That’s the business. First, I wanna tell my nigga Lil’ Daddy happy b-day. We go
n do it big for you, homie. Lil’ Daddy personally asked me to perform this song, but before I get started I have to say something to somebody. Hold up deejay before you drop the beat. Necole, this is for you,” he spoke into the mic. Necole stood speechless and her girls excitedly shook her shoulders.

  “There she is, I see her. All the bitches wanna be her. The first of a kind she gotta be a keeper. There she is standing 5’5” high. Captivating from her face to her thighs. Her beauty is intoxicating and maybe I’m infatuated. But there’s something about her. And I’m contemplating if I should holler. Even though there are circumstances saying that I shouldn’t, I’m a gambler all the way so I gotta put my foot in. Excuse me cutie, looking fly in your Gucci. I was wondering if I could get a minute of your time. Let’s hold a conversation so that I can stimulate your mind. Please don’t let the thug persona deter you. Even if you got a man I know he don’t deserve you. I’m a nigga from the streets that gotta pack that heat, yet and still I can make your legs weak. Never judge a book by its cover; I can be your man and your lover. But it ain’t all about the physical. ‘Cause I’m peeping out your mental. Let’s go somewhere and talk, I can keep it confidential,” he rapped.

  “Now deejay drop that beat,” Black signaled as he began rapping his song that was blowing up on the underground scene.

  “Cole, did you hear that? He free-styled about you,” Cali squealed.

  “I heard,” Necole smiled as she stared at Black mesmerized. He performed two songs and the crowd loved him. He talked about his struggles in the hood and hustling. All the men in the room were feeling him and so was she.

  Then the main act, Slim Thug, hit the stage and Black joined the crowd. He walked right over to Necole. “So, I take it that you liked it?”

  “You were actually good,” she admitted.

  “Why did you say actually, like it wasn’t what you expected?”

  “It really wasn’t.”

  He shook his head. “You something else, you know that?”

  “Now, I do.”

  He nodded with a smile, causing his dimples to sink into his cheeks. “Okay, smart ass. Can I please get a minute of your time?”

  “For what?”

  “To talk. I was serious about what I just said on the stage.”

  Necole’s stomach fluttered. No guy had given her butterflies since Carl. “I don’t know,” she hesitated.

  “Please. I ain’t gon hurt you,” he pleaded as she grabbed her hand.

  She took a deep breath and took a leap of faith. “Okay, where do you want to go?”

  “Outside.”

  “Okay,” she agreed before allowing him to pull her along. Every few steps, somebody stopped to speak to him. He gave them a few words and kept it moving. They stepped outside.

  “So…tell me, Necole…why are you giving me such a hard time?”

  “I didn’t know that I was supposed to make it easier for you,” she shrugged.

  “Why you got such a smart ass mouth?”

  “Why do you ask so many questions?”

  “Because I’m curious about you,” he contended while gazing into her eyes and gently squeezing her hand.

  He had playboy stamped all over him. She wasn’t about to bullshit herself. “Look, if you want to have a little fun, just say it.”

  “What? I’m not following you,” he said with confusion etched across his face.

  “Where’s your car?” she asked while the X was really talking for her.

  “In the lot.”

  “Well, let’s go there and talk.”

  “Alright,” he nodded as he pulled her along. They stepped up to a blue Cadillac sitting on super-pokers, which meant that you were certified in the hood. “Get in,” he urged as he unlocked the passenger door for her. She slid in as he walked around and got in on the driver’s side.

  “Now, is this what you want?” she asked as she gapped her legs open.

  Black looked down between her thighs. Indeed he liked what he saw. “Damn, it’s like that?” he asked as he rubbed her through her panties.

  “Yeah,” she breathed heavily while staring into his eyes.

  “Got damn,” he jawed as he pulled her panties aside and stroked her clit. He could feel her juicing up. “You like that?” he asked.

  “Umm hmm,” she moaned as she grinded against his finger.

  “Well, that ain’t what I came for,” he pulled his hand away.

  “What?” Necole looked at him with confusion.

  “I came out here to talk. I can get pussy when I can’t eat. That ain’t what I’m after.”

  “Then what are you after?” she snapped as she closed her legs and pulled down her dress.

  “I want to know what’s in here,” he said as he pointed at her head. “And in here,” he pointed at her heart.

  She looked at him sideways. “Yeah, right. You don’t even know anything about me. You’re just like the rest. You want to fuck, so don’t front.”

  “Naw, you got me wrong, little mama. You just mad because I fucked up your little plan.”

  “What plan?”

  “The plan you had to let me play in your pussy and once you got a nut, you’d get up and go back in the club. Right before you’d tell me that you knew that that was all I wanted. I can read you like a book.”

  Necole had to laugh because she had been caught red handed. Those were her exact plans. “You don’t know me,” she giggled.

  “I know enough,” he countered as he stared at her intensely.

  “Really?” she lifted her chin. “So, tell me what you know.”

  He licked lips as he rubbed his hands together. “I know that you are very pretty. I know that you have a bad attitude. I know that you have a chip on your shoulder, probably because some other nigga fucked it up for me. I know that you are smart and can sometimes underestimate the people around you. You’re not the only one that can read people and think fast.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Is that your answer for everything?”

  “Pretty much,” she sassily danced in her seat.

  “I got something for your smart ass.”

  Her mouth formed an O. “Where is it?”

  Fast forward three hours later; they were in a motel room kissing feverishly. Necole had allowed her girls to take her car home. Everybody was supposed to be spending the night at Cali’s, so she had an alibi for her mother.

  “Umm,” she moaned as he caressed her breasts.

  He swiftly lifted her dress and unsnapped her bra exposing her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue all over it. She arched her back as he pleasured her. He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her clit through her panties. Then, without letting go of her breast, he managed to pull her panties down. He paid the other breast a little attention before heading down south. He pushed her legs apart and wiggled his tongue between her lower lips. He stroked her clit while she gripped his head. She worked her hips and grinded into his face. He picked up the pace as she lost control, bucking her hips while having an intense body shaking orgasm.

  “Be still,” he told her as held her hips. “I told you that I got something for your ass, didn’t I?”

  She shook her head. “No, I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Too bad,” he growled as he continued to work his tongue.

  Necole tried her best to squirm away but he had a grip on her. He sucked her clit while sliding a finger into her slit. “Stop,” she whined as she wrapped her legs around his neck.

  “Un uh,” he shook his head as he unwrapped her legs. He knew that she was trying to control his pace. “You ain’t slick,” he spoke into her pussy.

  “I told you, I…I…I can’t take it!” Necole shouted, succumbing to another orgasm. “Why…why…why are you doing this to me?!”

  “You needed to be taught a lesson,” he declared, lifting his head only for a few seconds. He then went right back to sucking her clit.

  “Oh, God!” she screamed as she
gripped the sheets.

  He pushed her legs further apart while he licked her. He enjoyed watching her juices trickle down to her ass only for him to suck them off. “This pussy taste good,” he whispered.

  “Black, what are you doing?”

  “Making this pussy mine,” he asserted as he began sucking the soul out of her pussy.

  Just five minutes later, she was cumming again. Finally, Black was satisfied. “You taste so sweet,” he revealed as he dropped his jeans. His boxers were next, causing his dick to spring up and tighten.

  Necole sat wide eyed, not believing his size. She’d been with three boys in her life and it would take all three of them put together to equal one Black. “What are you about to do with that?” she questioned as he moved in on her.

  “I’m about to show you,” he proclaimed as he pushed her back and straddled her.

  “Wait, wait,” she halted. “You have any condoms?”

  “Naw,” he waved his head.

  “No? So, go get some!” she demanded.

  “For what? I just ate that pussy unprotected, so ain’t no safe sex here. I’ll pull out,” he promised as he slid inside of her.

  “No, this…isn’t…this isn’t…” she tried to get out as he gave her the death stroke. “Oh, God.”

  He pinned her hands down as he stroked her harder. “Aw, you’re going too deep,” she whined.

  “Shh. Stop that. Take this dick.”

  “But you’re…going…too…deeeeeeeep!” she screamed as he hit her spot.

  “Right there, huh?”

  “Yeah. Right there,” she panted as she squeezed her eyes tight.

  “Naw, open your eyes. Look at me!” he demanded.

  She did as she was told. “You like this dick inside of you?” he questioned as they locked fingers.

  “Um hmm,” she moaned.

  “You like it?”

  “Yesssss.”

  “Okay, well ride this dick!” he commanded as he flipped her over. “Ride!” he slapped her ass.

  Necole bounced on his piece, causing her ass to shake. He gripped her cheeks with both hands while pounding into her. “Uh. Uh. Uh,” she let out with every pump. He hit it harder and harder, causing her breasts to bounce around. He lifted his head and took a nipple into his mouth. She slammed into him, making their skins clap.

  They were both rolling on X, so it gave them fuel to fuck all night long. Once the sun was rising, they’d just came together for the fifth time. “Damn, girl. You can go, huh?” he chuckled as she lied in his arms.