Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 1: The Story of Treacherous and Teflon

by J. M. Benjamin

  Treacherous drove the stolen Rover if it were his own, not worrying about the police. He didn’t mind abandoning the other car they drove up to the club because it too was stolen, not to mention it was a hooptie. Teflon trailed close behind him, carefree. What took place was nothing new to her. She had seen Treacherous handle situations far worse than back at the club. To her, the kid made out lucky. He had only suffered knee injuries and temporarily lost the functioning of his legs. Others weren’t so lucky—they had lost their lives. However Treacherous chose to handle a situation was fine by her. No matter what, she had his back and she was sure that he had hers.

  “Wait right here,” Treacherous told Teflon as they reached a secluded area and stopped. Teflon asked no questions. She already knew what he was about to do.

  Treacherous pulled within a hundred yards of a brick wall and threw the Range in park. He then hopped out and began looking around. He retrieved a medium-sized stick, put it between the seat and gas pedal, put the Range in drive, and let it take its course. Teflon sat on the Ducati and watched as the Range Rover smashed into the brick wall. To her and Treacherous, the truck was worthless. Neither of them were into materialistic things. They did not care about the things in which average black people who ran and indulged in the streets cared about, like cars, jewelry, and clothes or who was doing what, when, and how. Although they lived in a material world, material things did not define them. Their only concern in the streets was money and lots of it, so whatever it took to get it, they would do. It so happened that their means of financial gain was by taking it, which they enjoyed over any other way. As the Range Rover’s horn continued blowing, Teflon slid back and passed Treacherous the additional helmet. Treacherous got up out of the area before the police arrived, knowing it was just a matter of time.

  As usual they had come off for the day. Not only did they get the New York kid for an expensive, thick platinum chain, which they learned was valued at 40,000 dollars due to the iced-out Jesus piece on it, a platinum bracelet iced-out, and an iced-out Cartier watch, combined valued at another 25,000, they also lifted 7 Gs in cash that Teflon had taken out of the kid’s pockets. “Come here.”

  “What?” Teflon seductively cooed, walking toward him.

  “You know what, take all of that off.”

  “You take all that off,” Teflon shot back, pointing her finger up and down at Treacherous’s clothing. They went through this all the time; each one fighting for dominance in the bedroom. “You heard what I said. Take that shit off,” he repeated.

  He and Teflon always became turned on after successfully pulling off a caper.

  “And you heard what I said, take that shit off,” Teflon returned. She then leaned in and grabbed two fistfuls of Treacherous’s T-shirt, then kissed him. Treacherous knew what was coming next and he didn’t try to stop it. As she passionately kissed Treacherous, Teflon, all in one motion, tore his shirt off him, exposing his bare chest. “You’re crazy,” he said, moaning. This was the third shirt that week Teflon had ripped off his back. Teflon jerked at Treacherous’s belt.

  “And take these off ’fore I rip ’em too.” Treacherous laughed to himself. He unloosened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and let them fall to the floor while Teflon ran her tongue all over his chest. Teflon made her way back up and continued with her lip lock. He hiked Teflon up in the air and stepped out of his jeans. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided her to the bed. Still in a lip embrace, Treacherous laid Teflon onto the bed. He exchanged her lips with her breasts. She moaned. Her nipples were sensitive, especially when they were in Treacherous’s mouth. Treacherous reached between her legs and grabbed hold of her thong. As he continued to sex Teflon’s breasts with his tongue, he tugged on her thong and snapped it. Teflon jerked behind the sudden rip. Treacherous had never ripped anything off her before, but unbeknown to her, he had been waiting for the opportunity to pay her back for the many shirts, wife beaters, and boxers she had torn off him. It turned Teflon on to feel the fabric sliding between the crack of her anus and slit of her sex as Treacherous removed it from between her inner thighs, replacing it with his mouth. He buried his face between her legs and attacked Teflon’s clit with expertise. He had been going down on her nearly every night and had become a master of the art. Within seconds he had Teflon’s juices flowing and pouring into his mouth. She pushed his face deeper inside her as she rotated her hips. She held onto his head and sexed his face. Back-to back-Teflon climaxed again and again. Treacherous broke free of Teflon’s lock and removed his boxers. He climbed onto the bed ready to join in on the pleasure.

  “No,” Teflon stopped him. “From the back.” She moaned. Before she could turn over Treacherous flipped her onto her stomach. She arched her back and cocked her ass up in the air. He guided himself inside her and grabbed hold of her waist. He used her waist to pull her toward him with each thrust. Teflon rammed her ass into him as he pounded her sex box. The sounds of her juices enhanced as his flesh slapped against hers.

  “Ooh yeah, right there, harder,” she sang. Treacherous continued pounding, clenching his buttocks for harder thrusts. He was driving her crazy. “Spread my ass,” she commanded and he complied. “Umph,” she said as he slammed all ten inches of himself inside her wetness. The sounds of the headboard knocking up against the wall was in sync with his pumps. “This is your pussy,” she told him. “This my dick?” she then asked.

  “Yeah, this ya dick, babe,” he growled. “This all yours,” Treacherous added, increasing his pace.

  “Smack my ass.”

  Treacherous instantly complied. The sound of his hand smacking Teflon on the ass echoed in the air.

  “Harder,” she cooed.

  “Ooh yeah, daddy.” Teflon could feel yet another orgasm coming down as Treacherous delivered the second smack to her right ass cheek.

  “Put your finger in my ass.”

  Treacherous raised up and massaged his thumb into her ass as he shortened his strokes. She began to wind her hips, feeling his thumb penetrate her anus. Treacherous replaced his thumb with his middle finger. Teflon raised up on all fours. She began backing into him. He slid his middle finger in and out of her ass while he continued to sex her. She looked back at him. “I want you to cum for me. Make that dick cum for me.”

  That was all it took for him. He removed his finger from inside of her and spread her cheeks for a second time. He watched as his dick slid in and out of her, sliding it nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip of the head inside her, then deep thrusting back in. Moments later, he couldn’t withstand the sensation that overcame him. Teflon knew when he was reaching that point. She worked her hips like magic.

  “Aagh,” he yelled out as she continued to gyrate her hips into him until he was drained.

  He lay on top of her, forcing her body to the bed. Just like many of nights after a good job was pulled off and great sex, that was the way they had fallen asleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Normally it would be just like any other Sunday, a laid-back, cool-out type of day for both Treacherous and Teflon, but this was no ordinary Sunday. This was a day that would determine how they would live for the rest of their lives. Treacherous had thought long and hard about the matter and had to put a lot of time and planning into his thoughts; as much as he could without alerting Teflon of his intent, slipping away from her every chance he got to map out what it was he had been working on, which was not an easy thing to do. For many years Teflon had been his shadow and he had been hers. He knew she would never question his whereabouts whenever he dipped off, but she had to have wondered why she was not invited, or even told where Treach was sliding off to. In due time, he promised himself to tell her just as soon as he obtained enough information and was sure what he intended for them to do could in fact be done by just the two of them. The times when he would step out, he made sure to stick a couple of cats up in the process of making it home just to reassure Teflon he was not out in the streets disrespecting her by stepping
outside of their relationship to creep with the next chick.

  Since the first time they made love, Treacherous had never had another urge or desire to be with any other woman but Teflon. To him, she was more than enough woman, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Though she satisfied him to the fullest sexually, their relationship went far deeper than that. Over the years they had established an unbreakable bond from their youth up until now. Teflon was not only his girlfriend and lover, she was his companion, his best friend, his better half, and even his codefendant. Overall, Treacherous felt Teflon was his soul mate. He thought back to how after that first day of them being together, him being a free man, he had come straight out and told her he had only been with one other female besides her when he was thirteen, and how it happened, word for word. He was not ashamed or embarrassed behind the story. He told it with confidence, but not with praise or glorifying it, and Teflon respected him for sharing his past with her. She told him that the stripper may have been his first when he was still only a kid, but she would be his first and only with him as a man, and since then she had proven that to be true. Treacherous shared everything about his past with Teflon and in return she did the same, even her own sexual past; how the foster-care providers (the men) tried to molest her and she took to the streets for survival and how she had only been with one other man prior to him, and Treacherous had believed her. He told himself even if she had been with a hundred men, it would not change the way he felt or thought about her, and he knew that after him, there would be no other.

  It was about 6:10 in the morning when Treacherous woke up, somewhat disturbed out of his sleep by the thoughts that filled his mind. He began to replay them in his head, and thinking back on him and Teflon’s history aroused him. Beside him lay Teflon, her beautiful brown body nude with one arm positioned on her forehead as if she was posing for an art class. What more could a man ask for in a woman? he thought as he admired her beauty. She looked so at peace as she slept that his manhood began to stiffen. Laying on her back revealed her best physical assets, beginning with her voluptuous, smooth-looking, mouthful-sized breasts that stood firm, along with her flat, ironing-board midsection that contained a light trail of hair running from her navel down to her neatly trimmed bush, which invaded her inner thighs. She still possessed her little waist, but over the years of good living and good loving, her hips had spread out, giving her an hourglass-shaped body. The way she lay on the bed, he could see a great deal of her backside from the front, but any man who knew about voluptuous bottoms knew that Teflon was holding. What turned Treacherous on the most about his lover were her pretty, self-manicured feet. For some reason he had a real big foot fetish and loved to wash, massage, kiss, lick, and suck on Teflon’s toes. He recalled watching a movie with her one day when Eddie Murphy would check the feet of the women he had sexed by sliding the covers off them while they were asleep, and Treacherous would say to Teflon that’s what kept them together for so long, because if she in fact had busted wheels their relationship would not be as strong. Teflon would laugh and play-fight with him, but Treacherous was dead serious.

  By now he was as horny as a brother who was up in a strip club after doing twenty years, but Teflon seemed so at peace as she slept he did not want to wake her just because he wanted to be pleased, especially when he was well capable of pleasing himself. He used to pleasure himself to thoughts of Teflon when he was up in the youth house, which he later told her about, so he didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t do it again in the privacy of his own home while she lay there in the flesh. Treacherous snatched up the K-Y jelly they kept on the nightstand and began to masturbate next to Teflon with one hand, placing his other between her legs. He closed his eyes and imagined his own hand as Teflon’s.

  Teflon began to moan in her sleep as she felt something between her inner thighs. Unconsciously, she began slow grinding with Treacherous’s rhythm of what was between her legs. She felt something inside of her, but just couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes to see what it was. She thought she was dreaming and didn’t want to ruin the dream. She had never had a dream that felt so good. Had she not felt the tingle that began to take over her body, she would have continued to believe it was a dream, but she knew better. When she opened her eyes and looked over, she saw what Treacherous was doing.

  Treacherous’s eyes were closed. He had not realized Teflon had awakened. He was so caught up in the rapture that at that point nothing else mattered besides his releasing his load. As he stroked, he felt Teflon’s inner thighs moisten and he knew he had brought her to a climax by playing with her clit, and the thought sent him into overdrive. His strokes went from long and slow to short and fast as he felt himself building up, ready to explode. As his orgasm reached the middle of his erection, he started breathing heavily. As he moaned Teflon’s name he began to twitch and jerk, as that familiar tingle overpowered him, but he intended to ride this wave all the way and let his juices flow where they landed. As he began to explode his hand was replaced with something warm.

  Teflon lay there watching Treacherous as he continued to play inside of her warmth. As she watched him and made love to his fingers, she was turned on and got off. Treacherous told her how he used to masturbate to thoughts of her when they were younger, and she was pleased to have been that thought, but she had never seen him in the actual act before. She believed she had provided him with enough sex to prevent him from having to result to such tactics, but seeing her man jerk off while he played in her kitty kat had Teflon on fire like she had never been before. She didn’t even know such a feeling existed. The more she watched, the more she learned about Treacherous. She watched how he handled himself gently but with a sense of firmness and made a mental note of it for the next time when she would give him a hand job. She compared the way Treacherous masturbated to the way she had pleased herself and realized that just as a woman knows the right places and spots to touch to get the best results, men did also. Based on both his movements, Teflon knew her man was reaching his peak. He switched from slow, long strokes to short, fast ones, breathing heavily. He called out her name. It was seeing and hearing that that caused Teflon to spring into action. If it was her who he thought about pleasing him, then she was going to see to it that she did just that. Without him realizing it, Teflon slid off Treacherous’s fingers, and in one motion, grabbed the hand he used to pleasure himself. She then swung her leg across Treacherous’s frame and straddled him.

  When Treacherous opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Teflon on top of him, but had no complaints. She was just in time to catch all of his love juices inside of her, he thought, as he adjusted himself up under Teflon for a better position. Teflon placed her hands on Treacherous’s washboard abs and began to finish with her hips what he had started with his hand, taking him all the way inside of her before his semi–rock-hard muscle softened completely. She rode Treach the way a cowgirl rides a bucking bronco, with skill and expertise, not to mention passion, milking him of all his cream, until he went limp, and when it was all said and done, she sat on top of Treacherous and broke the silence.

  “I couldn’t let you just waste that like that,” she jokingly said.

  Treacherous looked at Teflon and grinned. “You shot out.”

  “That’s why you love me.”

  “Says who?” he joked.

  “Says you, nigga,” Teflon shot back, attempting to hop off of him while delivering a punch to his chest. Treacherous caught Teflon by the hips, preventing her from getting up.

  “Where you think you going?” Teflon remained silent.

  “Cut the shit,” Treacherous said, sensing Teflon’s attitude. “You know I love your mu’fuckin’ ass.”

  Teflon could not hold back her smile. “You better,” she said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Treacherous replied, moving his head out of kissing range.

  “I love you too, Treach.”

  “Go to sleep.”

  C
hapter Sixteen

  After the two of them had dozed off for what seemed like the entire evening, exhausted from what had just transpired, Treacherous sat up from the bed and began rubbing his head as if he were trying to gather his thoughts.

  “Babe, what’s wrong?” Teflon asked, concerned as she often was whenever he seemed troubled. She rose and slid closer to Treacherous, but he stood. Although he was a great lover to Teflon, he was not an affectionate man, and Teflon knew that. She felt the need to be up under her man, hoping it would have at least made a difference. When Treacherous was disturbed there was nothing anyone could do or say that could ease his disturbance, not even Teflon, and she was the closest thing to family since his father had been taken away. For years, Treacherous had dealt with and handled his problems on his own by thinking them out, and it was only after that he would share what had been troubling him with her.

  “Tef, I been doin’ a lot of thinking, boo,” Treacherous started. Teflon could hear the conviction in his tone as she became more attentive. “I’m getting tired of robbin’ these petty fake-ass ballas out here. I mean, the paper is sweet and it’s easy money, but we ain’t getting nowhere, though,” he expressed with disgust. “We been doin’ this shit together for more than ten years now, almost twelve including the youth house and ain’t really got shit to show for it. Yeah, we got that little egg nest stashed for a rainy day and we ain’t wanting for nothin’, but we still livin’ up in this crib, going out scopin’ the same faces out here to run down on, and doin’ just the same ol’ shit. We ain’t never even left up outta Virginia. Don’t get me wrong, I love my hometown, but I’m tired of mu’fuckin’ VA, and on the real this shit too small for us now. We bigger than all this, bigger than this whole fuckin’ state, boo, word. That’s why we gotta start thinkin’ big, like them muthafuckas that come down from up north, from Philly, Jersey, and New York, and shit. As much as we keep robbin’ them niggas, they still caked up ’cause they come down with that get-rich-or-die- trying attitude, that’s how we gotta be on it.”