“No thank you, my boyfriend is going to buy me some food just as soon as he gets back.”
“She finally speaks,” I smirked, “and what kind of man would leave his girl out in a hallway.”
“My man”, she said with attitude.
“Look I am not trying to be the bad guy; I am just trying to help you, what is your name?”
“Willemena,”she replied almost hesitantly.
“Well I am going to just leave this food right here,” I said sitting the bag on the bottom staircase and I turned around and left. She was stubborn, but I think that’s what I liked about her. As soon as I got back in the house, the shorty that I texted from earlier hit me back, so I asked her if I could come through, and she responded back quick like yes. So I was good to go. I went into the bathroom, brushed my low Cesar with waves, while I thought to myself that any bitch that if a bitch was willing to see a nigga after ten o clock, she must already know what it was. I hopped on the train and took that shit to grand central 42nd street to catch the long island railroad, yeah; I only fucked with bitches outside my borough, never fucked with nothing close to home where it could get messy. Anyway this shorty didn’t even know where I lived, I told the bitch I was from New Jersey. I met her at a club in the city with my niggas, I peeped shorty take like three other niggas numbers after mine, so of course I wasn’t really serious about her, but she had red hair and a phatty, so it’s whatever. I fell asleep with my head on the glass window thinking about the girl in hallway. I wonder what her story was, and did she really have a man. If so who the fuck was this nigga? Cause I knew everyone in the building and there weren’t any young niggas that lived upstairs. I got up and looked around and there was barely anyone in the train cart, that’s what I liked around the NJ and long island railroad, those shits weren’t like the MTA where shit was all dirty and messy. I got off the stop that shorty had sent me in the text message, walked a couple of blocks and found the house in no time. The area was quiet and pleasant, not at all anything like Brooklyn. There wasn’t no niggas standing on corners, no garbage in the streets or loud music playing at all. Shit there wasn’t even a corner store nowhere in sight. I really don’t see how muther fuckers lived like this. I need to have everything within close proximity. Fuck that, and fuck driving a car, with all of that paying car note bills and insurance and shit when there’s a fucking train and bus on every corner in my hood. Fuck that I am good. I been this way for twenty one fucking years, and haven’t had a problem yet. I ranged shorty’s doorbell and looked around while I waited, it was pretty, manicured garden and shit, beautiful house, I bet shorty had some clean living in a joint like this, I chuckled to myself, just joking but for real yo, shorty family had their shit together, there was even a range rover and Mercedes parked in the drive way. I think that was the same joint I saw shorty driving in the night I saw her speed off at the club. When Tiffany opened the door shorty was in full beast mode, she had on boy shorts with the fat pussy print in the front and a thin shirt with her nipples poking all through it. I didn’t know what to do but to lift shorty up from the door, kissing on her neck and the closed the door with my foot. My dick was already throbbing by the time I got her on the couch.
“Dam Paper, you’re not wasting no time.”
“When I see something I want, I go after it”, I said leaning in to suck on her big ass titties.
She was rubbing on my dick, and the way she was doing that shit, almost had me about to bust, dam a nigga was real backed up. I moved her hand and I started touching her pussy through her panties, got dam this bitch was juicy as a muther fucker. I bought my hand up to my nose real quick for a sniff test and it had no scent, that’s it, I thought to myself, it’s about to go down. I got up unbuckled my pants let my boxers and pants fall to my ankles, my dick was thick, saucy and throbbing, and ready to knock some shit down, I told shorty to stand up and I pulled them panties dam, “Mami can I get in this pussy like this”, I said stroking my bare dick in my hand, “I wanna how wet your shit is dam, you look so fucking good, I wanna feel it.” My hand was already sticky from pre cum as I was stroking my shit and looking at her dripping pussy well I waited for the green light.
“Daddy if you don’t get in this pussy right now, Imma explode.”
“Say no.” When I got into that wet hot cave, I had to jump out right quick, shorty had that pull on her crazy, I smacked her ass. “Behave lil mama, I see you trying to play dirty and have a nigga cum quick.”
I smacked her on her ass and got back in the pussy and it popping and bouncing back on my dick like crazy, Shorty’s pussy meat was creaming all on my dick crazy, making my toes curl, I smack her ass again and put my thumb in her booty, her pussy tensed up on me and I lost it and nutted all in her pussy. I leaned forward on her weakly and we fell on the couch.
“On no nigga with all of that dick you got, you mean to tell me, you are nutting quick?”
“You got that good good,” I told her while laying back.
“Then eat my pussy,” she moaned almost quietly.
I studied shorty’s face closely, one thing I don’t like is no disrespectful ass chick, I wanted to curse her ass out, but then I thought about her car, and that wet ass pussy that I might wanna get again, so I let her slide. I got up and pulled up my pants and buckled my shits.
“I only do that type of shit to my girl.”
“So you are saying that you have a girl?” She said standing up and pulling up her panties and she sat back down to pout.
“No I ain’t got no girl, if I did, then I wouldn’t be here with you, now would I?” I said straightening up my clothes to get ready to leave.
“Where are you going Paper, I know your ass ain’t leaving this quickly.”
“Yes, I gotta get back; I don’t like leaving my grandma by herself, so know how that goes. Walk me to the door and stop acting like that. You know I will be back to see you.” I said while squeezing her ass.” “You and all of this good ass pussy, I said, tapping it through her panties.
“If it was so good, you would be eating me out right now”, she said while grabbing my dick through my pants.
“Next time, I got you,” I said knowing that I was lying. The only thing shorty would be getting is a bunch of this dick.”
She gave me a quick kiss and I dipped out of there and made it back to the train station. I wondered if the girl from the stairs safe and with her man, she looked so vulnerable and sad, I wanted to know more about her, I fell asleep thinking about her and ended up sleeping the whole way back to grand central station .
As I was getting off of the train, I peeped a lady that looked like she could be a tourist that was by herself and she had on Giuseppe loafers, Louie Vuitton luggage, diamonds, and she had a nice shape with a phatty, and looked close to the weight that I needed her to be. I followed her outside of the train station. She was moving quickly and I was trying to keep up. When she went down a dark, isolated street, I was relieved. Swiftly I pulled my ski mask hat over my face, that I had rolled up on my head earlier as a regular knitted hat and I stealthily walked behind her and drew my gun, and I put it to her back.
“Remove all jewelry swiftly and quietly or I won’t hesitant to put a bullet through you,” I told her in a deeper than usual disguised voice. With shaky hands, she did as I told her. She handed me her four carat diamond earrings, tennis bracelet, and six carat engagement ring.
“Now hand me over your cellphone, pocket book and that Louis Vuitton luggage. You ain’t leaving this block with nothing but the fucking clothes on your back. Oh yeah and take off that Gucci coat as well and don’t turn around until you count to 80. If you turn around before then, I am gonna have to shoot you. If you call the police or tell anybody about this, remember that I have your purse with all of your information and I will have my boys hunt you the fuck down and kill everyone in your whole fucking family. Fuck with me if you want,” I threatened her.
Thank Goodness no one walked down that street in the time that we w
ere standing there, so I took all of the lady’s belongings things and swiftly walked away, there was an empty cab at the corner so I tapped on the glass, he opened the door and I hopped in. “Take me to Brooklyn, I told him.”
“That’s very far my friend. I looked in the lady purse that was filled with money and I took out two hundred dollar bills. “Here hold that, and I will give you a tip when we reach our destination .”
“No problem Sir.” And we sped off into the night just like that.
I had the cab driver drop me off at a farther part in Brooklyn than where I really lived and then I hauled another cab to my address. You can never be too safe, cause a nigga like me, definitely wasn’t trying to get caught.
When I got in the building first place I went was in the house to check on my grandmother and to put away the things that I stole, and then I went back outside in the hall to check on the girl. She was sleeping, but I did notice that she ate the chicken dinner that I left for her.
“Will”, I whispered gently from the bottom stair as not to startle her. She stirred, woke up and looked at me.
“What did you say?” She asked with an attitude as she straighten up and fixed her hair into the bun.
“I said Will”, I grinned because I already knew what was coming.
“Call me by my real name, Willemena.”
“Whatever, listen, your dude ain’t coming, so if you want to come and crash at my house, you are welcome, it’s almost three in the morning, and the hallways isn’t no place for anyone to be. I live with my grandmother downstairs, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
She sat there and looked at me as though she was thinking about it but seemed hesitant.
“Come on, it’s warm and cozy and way better than out here.”
She stood up, and I realized that she was kinda tall and slim, but she had a phaty with some hips on her. I tried not to stare, but I guess it was in my nature. I got her bag and she picked up the garbage from the food I gave her and she followed behind me, downstairs and into my apartment. When we got inside she still looked frightened and unsure.
“Come follow me”, I said quietly as not to wake my grandma, but it was too late.
“Boy what is all of that racket, going on?” My grandma asked coming outside of her room door tying her robe.
“Grandma everything is ok, just go lay back down”, I looked at Willemena and shook my head.
“And who is this young lady? OOOh, you look familiar. You are the nice girl that helped yesterday with my shopping cart? What is your name and what are you doing here?”
“I am Willemena, Mam.”
“Child come give me a hug,” she said opening up her arms.
I watched them hug, “What are you doing here child, Cause my boy Patience never bring women home.”
I looked up in the air at her giving out my government. I glanced at Willemena and she was grinning and her eyes were sparkling. Shit she was beautiful.
“Grandma, I am helping her that all. That’s why she’s here.”
“Well go help her then, why are you standing here. There’s some left over stew and banana pudding in the fridge if she’s hungry”, my grandmother mumbled and turned back around and went into her room.
“Come on,” I said leading her into my room. I went and got some towels and shit out of the linen and gave it to her and showed her the bathroom. She took the stuff and disappeared out of the room, and I sat back on a chair that I had in the corner and waited until she got out. I was checking my phone until I started to doze off, I woke up when I heard Willemena come into the room. She walked in with her hair still wet, in only a pair of panties, with the front of her panties wedged in between of the slit of her pussy, making the lips divide into two and look fat and she had on a tight wife beater with her nipples poked out. I didn’t even know shorty was hiding those big titties under all of the baggy clothes she had on. My dick was starting to get hard so I got up and threw some clean blankets and sheets on the bed.
“Here, you sleep in my room and I will be sleep out in the living room, if you need anything else, just wake me up, “I said closing the door behind me. I laid on the couch and tried to fall asleep with the big ass boner. I didn’t even know why my dick was acting up knowing I fucked something earlier anyway, falling asleep was hard to do but I dozed off anyway, maybe shorty would be gone by tomorrow . I knew she had to have some type of family somewhere but deep inside I looked forward to knowing more about her.
Jealousy
Willemena
When I woke up the next morning, I shocked about everything. Was I really sleeping in this nigga’s house that I really didn’t even know? This shit was so crazy. I looked around at the millions of hats pinned up against the walls, the million boxes of jays lined up in the corner. The pictures of Tupac and Biggie, the basketball in the corner of the room; yup, a typical dude room, I smirked to myself. I know this sounds dumb but I was actually home sick and wondering about what my mother was doing right now. I just really missed the normalcy of my life, I know arguing with my mother wasn’t normal, but every child belongs with their parent. Every Sunday morning my mother would basically cook fish and grits for her man, just thinking about food made my stomach grumble, so I went in my garbage bag that had my clothes in it and that Paper had put at the foot of the bed, and I got out a fresh pair of sweats and a hoodie, threw that on and put my hair back up in a tight bun. When I walked towards the kitchen, the house was quiet, I passed Paper still asleep on the couch, and I stopped briefly to get a really good look at him, I am not going to lie, he was cute, I liked the way that his waves were spinning, and he had a smooth paper bag brown complexion, he was tall and lanky, and he had pink full lips, and tattoos everywhere from what I could see even though he had a white t shirt on and baggy jeans. He looked so peaceful laying there sleeping that I decided not to wake him and instead go into the kitchen and fix breakfast for him and his grandmother. As I was looking in the refrigerator, I heard noise in the background, I turned around and noticed that Paper wasn’t on the couch anymore, I continued looking around until I found eggs, bacon, wheat toast, and fruit, and I started cooking before I knew it, I felt someone tap me on my shoulder, startled, I sprung around, and it was Paper, fresh out of the shower, in sweats, shirtless, and a towel around his neck, smelling like soap. He had the picture of the Brooklyn Bridge tatted on his chest. My heart beat quickened, I didn’t know why, maybe because I had never seen a real man with his shirt off before, well at least not this close up to me anyway.
“What?” I asked unbothered.
“Smells good”, he said sitting down at the table, “Too bad Grandma isn’t here to see Chef Will do her thing.”
“Where is she by the way? And I already told you not to call me that, call me by my real name.”
“Whatever Willemena, anyway she’s at Church, and I felt you looking at me this morning.”
“So?”
“So, why didn’t you just wake me up?”
“I didn’t want to.”
“Whatever.”
I put both of our places down on the table, with forks and we both dove in.
“So what’s your story”, he asked looking up at me, “Do you think that your man is going to be home today, and ya’ll gonna patch shit up? What were ya’ll fighting about anyway, he cheated?”
I looked up at him and watched how he stuffed the food in his mouth, his plate was almost clean, should I tell him the truth? Fuck it; I might as well be honest. I thought to myself.
“Listen, I lied, I don’t have a man, my mother threw me out, and I lived over there by Stuyvesant and Livonia Avenue.”
“Dam, how old are you and do you have any more family that lives out here and where did you get those scratches on your face from? Someone beating on you?”
“No, I had a fight earlier in the park, no I don’t have any more family and I am 17.”
He dam near choked on his toast when he heard the last word. And we caught eyes.<
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“How old are you?” I asked him.
“21”, he said as he got up, and got the juice cartoon out of the refrigerator and drank it straight like that.
I watched him walk out of the kitchen, and that was the last that I seen of him that day, as I stayed in his room watching T.V all day while he had out gone. Did I say something wrong? I don’t know. Maybe I was better off not telling him my business but it was too late now. I felt asleep, but was startled back awake when I heard a sound near the door. It was dark outside and Paper was standing near the bed.
“You was in here all day? He asked me.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you eat?”
“No.”
“There’s a plate for you on the table”, he said walking away. I wanted him to talk to me some more and tell me how his day was, but he left out of the room so quickly and it just seemed like he was trying to avoid me. I went out to the kitchen and ate my food silently but I was very aware of Paper sitting in the living room. After a while, I heard him get up and I think I heard the bathroom door slam. It’s funny how when someone has your attention, you don’t give a fuck about them, but soon as they start acting like you don’t matter, it makes you start to care just a little bit. I liked having his attention, it made me feel like at least someone cared about me. I got up and washed the dishes, and when I finished, Paper was already out on the couch dozing off. He smelled like soap just like before. Dam, he could have at least said good night, I thought to myself as I went back into his bedroom and prepared for my own shower, all the while I was washing up, I was thinking about how I could get Paper’s attention back on me, like it was before. Then I had an idea, when I got out of the shower, I dried off and then I put on my lace panties and I didn’t put on any shirt, niggas always whispered in school on how my titties were mad big, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted him to want to me. I walked back out into the living room, and I tapped him on the shoulder, “Paper, I need another blanket in the room, it’s cold in there.”
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