Single Ladies 7 & 8: That's What Friends Are For

by Blake Karrington

  Darious tapping on the window, snapped her out of her deep thought. He was right on time, because there were some questions that she needed to ask him, questions that might change the way she felt about him. She got out of the car, closed the door then leaned against it with her Louis Vuitton bag in her hand. Darious could see that something was bothering her.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching out for her waist.

  She pushed his hand away then gave him a stern look to let him know that she was serious right now. Darious didn’t like the rejection at all, but he stood there to see what was really on Tammy’s mind.

  “Let me ask you something, Darious,” Tammy spoke. “Do you love me?” she asked, but continued before he could answer her. “And don’t say yes because you think that is the right thing to say. Be real with me,” she said, looking into his eyes.

  “You buggin’ out right now. Let’s go in the house to talk,” he said, reaching out again to grab her arm.

  Tammy didn’t budge. She wasn’t trying to go in the house or do anything else but stand there and wait for Darious to answer her questions. Seeing that she wasn’t moving, Darious stood there too.

  “I guess you don’t listen to anything I say,” he began. “I really don’t know what else there is for me to say or do to prove to you that my heart belongs to you, Tammy.”

  “So why do you sell drugs, knowing the dangers it brings. I told you this before. I got kids that live here with us. Anything can happen,” she snapped thinking about the home invasion stories Grant told her.

  “It’s funny you said that, because I just told the doc that I was about to fall back. I made more than enough money, and now that I have someone like you to spend the rest of my life with, I’m good,” Darious told her.

  “So you’re saying that I’m the reason why you’re getting out of the game?” Tammy asked.

  “Look, Tammy, I don’t know who you’ve been talking to, and I really don’t care. Just don’t let anybody else try to tell you what’s in my heart. I give you my word that sometime in the near future, you’re gon’ come to know that my love for you is that of nothing you could ever imagine. When that time comes, I just hope that the love you say you have for me is half as strong as the love I have for you,” Darious told her.

  He really didn’t feel like talking about it any more, because to continue to question his love would only irritate him. Tammy couldn’t see it right now, but he was making a crazy sacrifice as well.

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  Lamar followed Falisha into the house, reading the label on the prenatal pill bottle aloud. Falisha had to hear it the whole way home, but didn’t mind at all. “I hope you feel this way when I’m going through my mood swings,” Falisha said, flopping down on the couch.

  “I’m not worried about ya little mood swings,” Lamar shot back, sitting on the arm of the couch. “I think I can handle you,” he laughed.

  “I’m hungry,” Falisha said, jumping up from the couch. “You hungry?” she asked, walking off to the kitchen.

  Being in the hospital all day did have him a little hungry. He followed behind Falisha, shaking the bottle of pills.

  “Come on, you might as well start taking these now,” he said walking up behind Falisha at the refrigerator. When she bent over to grab some leftover spaghetti from the bottom shelf, Lamar looked down and pictured himself inside of her. His hands must’ve been feeling the same way, because they wrapped around her waist and pulled her ass up against his dick. Falisha looking back at him didn’t make things any better.

  “You wish,” Falisha said, standing upright.

  She tried to step around him, but Lamar stood in front of her. She tried again, but Lamar cut her off.

  “Come ’ere” he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her body close to his.

  She resisted a little, but Lamar wasn’t letting up. He pressed her body up against his some more then kissed her forehead. The kiss sent chills down her spine, and before she dropped the plate of spaghetti, she reached over and put it on the table.

  “Look at me,” Lamar said, reaching up and grabbing a handful of her hair from the back and yanking it down so that she looked up at him.

  “You still love me?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

  Falisha closed her eyes and tried to put her head down, but Lamar yanked at her hair to stop her. The pulling of her hair actually turned Falisha on, but the question he asked did something else to her. At that very moment, she felt submissive and unable to deny him in any way, shape or form. She didn’t want to tell him, but she did love him and probably even more now than ever.

  “Do you still love me?” he asked again, demanding to know how she felt about him.

  Falisha still didn’t say anything, so Lamar leaned in and kissed her. She pulled back, but he went in for another, and this time, Falisha felt the need to indulge. She kissed him back passionately, trying her best to stick her tongue as far down his throat as she could. It got hot and heavy within seconds, and before she knew it, Lamar was unbuttoning her jeans.

  “Yes. Yes, I do still love you,” Falisha whined through his kisses. “Take me upstairs,” she commanded, wrapping both of her arms around his neck.

  Lamar lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and began walking towards the steps. He kissed Falisha the whole way up to her bedroom, and once inside the room, he closed the door behind him and slammed Falisha on the bed. She pulled his shirt over his head while he yanked her pants off, and never once did they take their eyes off each other.

  “I missed dis pussy,” Lamar said pulling her to the edge of the bed as he stood over top of her. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her thighs and pushed them back, spreading her soft pink pussy apart. He slowly French kissed her clit, licking and nibbling on it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Falisha was going crazy, biting down on her bottom lip and rubbing on her breast.

  “Oh my God, Lamar. Don’t stop baby,” she told him.

  Lamar didn’t have any plans to stop anyway. He licked the inside of her pussy lips, and then the outside, and then back to the inside before twirling his tongue around the whole of it. He could see her fluid seeping out every time her vaginal muscles tightened up.

  “I’m about to cum,” Falisha moaned, pushing her titty up and putting her nipple in her mouth.

  Lamar stuffed his tongue inside of her and started flicking it up and down at a fast pace. He looked up at Falisha, who was moaning in pleasure as she sucked on her nipple. Her whole body began to jerk.

  “Ahhhhhh!” she yelled, grabbing the sheets and tearing them off the bed. “Gimme dat dick,” she begged.

  Lamar stood up, dropped his pants and his boxers at the same time. His dick was cinder block hard, and looking down at Falisha’s sexy body, he knew he was about to beat da pussy up. She crawled backwards onto the bed, still shaking from the massive orgasm she’d just had. Lamar climbed on top of her and looked Falisha in her eyes and cracked a smile.

  “I love you too,” he said before pushing his long, thick member inside of her honey pot.

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  A knock at the door took Lisa’ attention away from the stove. When she walked to the front to answer it, she was shocked to see Ms. D standing there with two plates in her hand.

  “You gon’ stand there or are you gon’ let me in?” Ms. D joked, squeezing her way into the house.

  It was such a shock because Ms. D hardly ever went to anybody else’s house. Everybody normally went to her home.

  “I brought you and that baby something to eat, I know you in no condition to be trying to cook,” Ms D said heading to the kitchen.

  She took the lid off the frying pan and shook her head, seeing the over cooked fish still cooking in the grease.

  “God knows y’all need it,” Ms. D mumbled, turning the stove off.

  “I came over here ’cause I wanted to talk to you,” Ms. D continued, while taking the foil off
the plates.

  “Ms. D! Ms. D!” Naomi yelled, running into the kitchen.

  Ms. D picked her up and gave Naomi a big hug and a couple of fart kisses to her cheek.

  “Come on, I want you to sit down and eat ya food,” she said, unveiling a buttered roll.

  “Ms. D got some pie for you later on,” she told Naomi before walking out the kitchen with Lisa.

  Ms. D and Lisa went into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Lisa looked dead to the world, and the bags under her eyes told the tale of her not getting any sleep at night.

  “You need to rest,” Ms. D said, combing Lisa’s hair with her fingers.

  “I know, I will after the funeral. Ralphy’s mom is gonna take Naomi for a few days, so I should be okay?”

  “I know it may seem hard right now, but things will get easier,” Ms. D said patting Lisa’s hand. “One thing I know about you is that you’re strong, and I’m not talking about any kind of strong. I’m saying you’re strong up here,” Ms. D said, pointing to Lisa’s head.

  “And let me be the first to tell you that the worst thing you can do right now is drown yourself in sorrow. That little girl needs you, and you need her, you understand?” Ms. D said, reaching up and turning Lisa’s face towards her.

  Lisa nodded her head, wiping the tears that began to fall from her eyes. She agreed with everything Ms. D said to her, but it was something more serious weighing down on her, something that was hard to shake.

  “You know this is all my fault,” Lisa said, covering her mouth to muffle her cries.

  “What, what are you talking about?” Ms. D said, pulling Lisa close to her. “Don’t say that.”

  The detective that was on Ralphy’s case had informants all over the streets, and once he put the whole story together, he called Lisa and asked her if she wanted to know. At first, she was unsure if she wanted to hear the gory details, but thought that one day, Naomi, might inquire about her father’s death when she got older. So for that reason alone, Lisa agreed to hear the detective’s theory about what happened.

  Lisa almost threw up listening to the detective go into her personal life, explaining the whole love affair she had with Dre. He knew about Ralphy finding out about the affair then killing Dre because of it. Then he got into how Dre’s close friend, Lick, was the one who shot her and Ralphy at the Dental office, and then how Ralphy retaliated by killing Lick at the party before the bouncer shot and killed him.

  After hearing that from the detective, it all made sense to Lisa. She didn’t want to explain everything to Ms. D as they sat on the couch, but the tragic events that took place would forever be embedded in her thoughts. In her eyes, all of this occurred because of her own infidelities, and had she not slept with Dre, Ralphy would still be alive this very day.

  Getting easier, as Ms. D put it, would never be the case with Lisa. This was something that will haunt her probably for the rest of her life.

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  Tammy laid in the bed naked, hugged up under Darious who had fallen asleep after the crazy sex session they just had. Tammy didn’t know when the DEA was going to be kicking down the door to come get Darious, so until then, she was going to get as much dick a she possibly could. It was a little selfish, but this might be the last time she had sex for a while.

  “Darious! Darious!” she said, nudging him out of his sleep.

  “Come on, get up,” she said, dipping under the covers and going straight for his dick.

  She popped it in her mouth and began sucking it until it got hard. By then, Darious was woke, getting himself ready for round two. Tammy wasted no time climbing on top of him and sitting down on his dick. She grunted, feeling all of him inside of her, and after a minute or two, she started grinding her hips back and forth while pressing her hands against his chest. Darious looked up to her, and could see the pleasure written all over her face. He grabbed her waist and began bouncing her ass up and down on his dick, sending her breast flopping all over the place.

  Tammy hissed, then yelled out his name as she felt another orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Within a few minutes, Tammy had reached her peak, cumming all over Darious’ dick for the third time today. He too splashed off inside of her for the second time that day, and didn’t consider not one time pulling out.

  He felt like Tammy was a lioness in heat and his only job for the day was to plant his seed inside of her. For the rest of the day, he did just that, and especially since she was now on Depo and couldn’t get pregnant. All she wanted to do was give them both something to remember for the darker days ahead.

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  On Saturday morning, everyone gathered at Lisa’s house preparing to go to see Ralphy laid to rest. Lisa needed her friends now more than ever before. She had requested for them to all ride in the family car with her and Ralphy’s mother. Looking outside as the large funeral limo pulled up in front of the porch, Lisa noticed that it was a silent rain coming down. The flowers that she, Ralphy, and Naomi had planted last year had fully bloomed, but on this morning, they appeared to be frail. The morning dew had formed on top of the petals, dragging them down as if they were paying their final respect to the dead.

  Lisa knew that she had to be strong, if not for her mother-in-law, for her daughter, who was still thinking that her daddy was coming home. The funeral director came into the house to let everyone know that it was time to leave. Lamar opened the passenger door for Kim, Falisha and Tammy to climb inside. Mrs D, Lisa, Naomi, and Ralphy’s mother got in on the driver’s side. Although Kim, Lamar and Falisha still had tension in their love triangle, all parties understood that today was not the day to deal with that stuff.

  When they arrived at St. Luke Baptist Church, the sanctuary was filled to capacity. It was a mixture of former classmates, people from Ralphy’s old job, and street dudes. Lamar straightened his tie has they all piled out the car. All of the women were already crying, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to start. Ralphy was always like a big brother to him, and looking at Naomi and knowing that she would have to grow up without a father was pulling on his heartstrings. He silently made a promise to Ralphy that he would be there for his daughter, like she was his own. The Old lady playing “I Have a Home” on the piano was singing so loud that it was as if she was trying to drown out the wails and whimpering that was going on throughout the church.

  When they arrived at the front row, Lisa looked over to see Ralphy laid in the custom casket she had picked out for him. The Blue Ralph Lauren suit she had purchased laid on him so perfect that he looked as if he was going on a job interview. When Ralphy’s mother cut her eyes over to the body, the realization of her son being gone was over whelming. She dropped Lisa’s and Naomi’s hand and went up and stood over her dead child.

  “Lord why, please tell me why… it don’t suppose to be like this… I don’t suppose to be burying my baby, why lord, why? How that girl going to know how much her daddy loved her , who going to tell her? God, please, somebody tell me why?!” Ralphy’s mother’s plea to God had everyone with tears flowing like a never-ending water fall. Lamar went up to her, and with the help of one of the ushers, they managed to get her to her seat.

  Little Naomi wasn’t sure why everyone was crying so much. She went into Lisa’s pocket book to get her grandmother some tissue. “Mommy, why are you and Grandma crying?” she asked.

  “It’s just hard for us to see your daddy like this, that’s all baby.”

  “My daddy where is he at?” Naomi asked, getting excited.

  Lisa figured this would be her last time seeing her father, so she walked Naomi up to the casket to view the body. Once Naomi saw her father’s face, she went running, Lisa tried to grab her but was too late.

  “Daddy… Daddy wake up Daddy… Mommy help me wake my daddy up, he can’t be sleep with all these people here.” Naomi was shaking the casket so hard, it was about to fall off the stand.

  Lisa broke down at the sight of her
daughter trying to get Ralphy up. All the guilt that she had tried to put behind her was coming back. Tammy and Kim went running to get Lisa, and Lamar and Falisha went to grab Naomi. Both were putting up a fight, and now, even the funeral director and his staff were tearing up.

  The Pastor did the best thing he could do. He said a quick sermon and asked that the body be removed, and cancelled the graveside ceremony.

  Chapter 8

  One week later…

  Lamar walked into the room while Kim was packing their things in large blue storage bins. The lawyer in Philadelphia was eager to have Kim on his team, and needed her there immediately to start working on a big case he had. Kim was cool with the moving date being bumped up, mainly because she was ready for her and Lamar to move forward with their lives. She needed it bad.

  “So the moving company should be here in about an hour. Tell me if I left anything out,” Kim said, looking around the room at all she’d packed.

  Lamar entered the room and leaned against the stack of storage bins with a sad look on his face. Kim had a feeling he was going to be like this.

  “Awwww!” she whined playfully, walking over to him. “Once we get there, you’ll see that it’s not that—”

  “I’m not going,” Lamar said, cutting her off.

  “Boy, you better cut it out,” Kim smiled, reaching up to kiss him.

  Lamar turned his face so that she kissed his cheek instead of his lips. “I’m serious, Kim. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, looking down at her with conviction.

  “Lamar, don’t do this right now. If it’s about the abortion, we can get through it. We can have a baby—”

  “Falisha is pregnant by me,” he interrupted.

  Kim looked up at him and saw that he was serious. She took a step back and looked to the sky.

  “Wow,” she said, taking a seat on the bed.

  Lamar stood there silent, giving Kim some time to let what he said sink in. It was a tough blow, and it took a minute, but Kim got herself together.