What About Us: A Crazy Love Story

by Kim Kaye

  “Don’t worry; this night will be between me and you. I need to feel you, if only for one night,” Jabari says to me, with intense passion in his voice.

  That’s when I let him take me inside of his rapture.

  Jabari is doing things to my body that I haven’t felt since Henry. I hate to admit it, but I love every minute of it!

  He begins by kissing me on my neck, while he rubs both my right and left nipple.

  “We need to stop, Jabari. This is going too far.” I moan out, while opening my legs wider.

  Who am I kidding? My body needs to release this pain.

  “You don’t mean that, let me get you right,” he urges.

  I can tell that he wants me just as much; if not more than I want him.

  Once again, I put my guard down and I let Jabari do to my body what he wants. And boy does he work my body over, like a Hebrew slave.

  He eats my pussy like pussy is going outta style. I try to run, but he grabs a hold of my thighs.

  “What are you running from?” He asks and then he dives back into my dripping wet punany, like my nectar is the only drink that can quench his thirst.

  “Don’t stop, Jabari, please don’t stop!”

  I tightly wrap my thighs around his face, as I ride the waves of the spectacular orgasm that Jabari gives me. Hell, I feel like I am floating on cloud nine and I don’t want to come down. Before I can completely come down off of my orgasmic high, Jabari is entering me nice and rough. Just like I love it!

  We go at it like sex is going out of style. That is until Ja’nelle comes busting into my damn house!

  “Ma?! Jabari?! What the fuck is going on in here?!” She screams out, at the top of her lungs.

  All the while, she is shielding my grandbaby, Imanie’s face. This is not how I saw my evening ending.

  The crazy part about it all is that Jabari never misses a stroke. Although I want to stop what is happening, I still let faint moans escape from my mouth.

  I see a look of pure disdain on my baby’s face, as me and Jabari both climax.

  “How could either of you do this to me?”

  “Baby, let me explain. This isn’t what it looks like,” I say, scrambling and trying to pull my sundress over my head.

  “It looks like you were fucking my man! The same man that you said was no good! Let me find out that you’ve been plotting to fuck Jabari this whole fucking time!”

  “Will you listen to yourself, Ja’nelle? I never met Jabari, until today! This was all a big ass mistake!”

  “Please spare me the details! Jabari, I thought that you loved me! “

  “I’ve got mad love for you, Ja’nelle, but you belong to another nigga. Do you think that I would actually be with you, when you’re cheating on your husband?”

  “I don’t understand, Jabari. You said that you could see us building something with each other. You said that you would take care of me and Imanie. What changed all of that big shit that you were talking?”

  She has now put Imanie down on the couch and she is yelling and screaming in his face. I take this time to move my grandbaby outta harm’s way. She doesn’t need to see her mama acting a damn fool, especially over a man that isn’t her daddy.

  “We discussed this earlier, Ja’nelle. What we have is purely physical. You already proved that you can’t be trusted, because you’re cheating on your husband with me. As for what you walked in on; all that I can say is my bad.

  Your mom and me got to talking and drinks got to flowing and the shit just happened. She tried to resist of course, but you already know how persuasive that I can be.”

  “Where does this leave us, Jabari?”

  “You already know! I’ve still got mad love for you, Nelle. We spoke about this and I still wanna hit that. But this claiming me as your man shit has gotta stop. All we are and will ever be is fuck buddies. Tell your mom I said be easy. I’m out!”

  ***

  I still remember that day, like it was yesterday. I walked back into the living room, to my baby crying her eyes out. We talked and we put our differences aside, because at that moment all I want to do is to comfort my baby’s pain.

  That was the first time that me and Jabari had sex. It was a memory that will always be sketched in my mind, as the best sex that I have ever had in my life.

  Sitting here in this church, I realize that Jabari still been fucking Ja’nelle because it’s written all over her sad little face. Then to add injury to insult, he has another chick sprung too. I don’t know what I’m going to do to help both of my babies get through this pain that Jabari has caused. But please believe; I’ll do whatever it takes.

  Chapter Three

  Jabari

  The biggest coward in the world

  Is a man who awakens a woman’s love, with no intention of loving her.

  -Bob Marley

  Life is crazy. I’ve been hustling and banging bitches backs out, for as long as I can remember. Right now, I’m about to go pick up this chick that I’ve been fucking around with for years named Lela.

  Even though we’ve been kicking it for a while, I’m still not looking for a commitment. After what happened with my last situation, I try to stay away from relationships.

  Lela holds a big piece of my heart because she hustles with me. We started off as friends, but that quickly changed once Lela’s body started filling out.

  We grew up together in the King Kennedy projects. Our mothers hung out together and that’s how we quickly became friends. Both of our mothers were struggling to make it through each month. So when I turned thirteen, I decided to get put on.

  I was tired of seeing my mom struggle and I was especially tired of living in the projects. Since my dad bounced and left my mom and me to fend for ourselves, I took it upon myself to become a man and help out.

  It was hard at first, but I quickly got the hang of the ends and outs of hustling. I would hustle anything; Candy, chips, crack, cocaine, shoes, clothes. You name it, I have sold it. When I started making big money, Lela explained to me that I should think even bigger.

  “Jabari, you can be a boss in these streets if you step your game up.”

  “I’m already a boss, Lela. You ain’t know?”

  “You have potential, but a boss you are not Jabari.”

  That crushed my little ego. Here I was thinking that I was doing the damn thing.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You see how Leron has made enough money to take his whole family out of the hood? You can definitely be on his level. He’s got a gang of niggas basically doing the work for him. The thing is that they are not happy, because they’re not eating.”

  “So what does that have to do with me, Lela?”

  “It means that you need to step on Leron’s toes and get his niggas to jump on your bandwagon. You don’t take them all from him at once. You’ve gotta bait them.”

  “That is just gonna start a whole lot of drama that I don’t need. Besides, Leron is my nigga.”

  “Leron is a buster and he don’t give a fuck about nobody but himself. That’s why his niggas are pissed the fuck off.”

  “Then they should just get like me and start making this paper on their own.”

  “Some niggas don’t have the skill to get it on their own, Jabari. That’s why there are leaders and then there are followers. You, my nigga, are a natural born leader. I’ve got big plans for us, Jabari. But I can’t do it alone. You have to look at the bigger picture. That’s what will take us out of the hood.”

  “So what’s this big plan that you’ve been cooking up inside of your head?”

  Once she ran everything down to me, I had to admit that it was a great idea. We followed her plan to a tee and now me, her and all of the niggas that I got from Leron’s squad are millionaires. Then most importantly, I finally got my Mama out of the projects and that is all that a nigga really wanted.

  Lela has been blowing me up for the last couple of days, but I’ve been doing damage control with Ja’
nelle. I can’t front, Ja’nelle is a beast in the sheets. She’s a real headhunter, when it comes to giving me brain and I really don’t want to let that go.

  I fucked up by fucking her mom, but that was an honest mistake. I blame it on the alcohol. That 1800 will definitely make you sin. Then as long as old girl is married, she can’t be clocking my moves. And that’s exactly what I told her.

  It didn’t take much to get back inside of her good graces. I hit her with some dough and this python and it was all she wrote. Now she is back on a nigga’s team.

  As soon as I pull up to Lela’s house, she comes out. She is looking sexy as usual in a short pair of shorts, which make her camel toe stand out like a sore thumb. She also has on a pair of heels that made her already long legs look amazing.

  Lela has a small waist and a nice set of breasts that fill her baby blue crop top. Her hair is long with honey blonde highlights that make her golden sun kiss skin tone stand out. If I was to ever settle down with anyone, it would be Lela. She is the perfect combination of street and class.

  “What’s up, Baby Girl?” I say, as soon as her ample bottom hits the soft leather seats.

  “Nothing much,” she says, but her eyes tell a totally different story.

  She looks like she has been crying. I hate to see anyone that I love upset.

  “You’ve been blowing me up. You said you had something important that you wanted to talk to me about. So spit it out!”

  Lela knows that I hate when people beat around the damn bush.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “Okay, is that all?”

  I don’t see why she had to tell me.

  “No, that’s not all, Jabari! What are we gonna do? This is your baby, just as well as mine!”

  “You already know how I feel about having kids, Lela. You promised me that you were on birth control!”

  At this point, I am heated because she lied to me.

  “I was on birth control, Jabari. Only I stopped taking them, because I want a baby.”

  “So you just thought that you would force my hand? Is that what is going on here?”

  “I thought that after all of these years, that you would’ve changed your mind. I guess that I was wrong.”

  “I haven’t changed my mind, Lela! You need to get rid of it!”

  “Get rid of it? This is our child Jabari, not an IT and I will not kill my baby!”

  She starts crying hysterically. I hate to see women cry, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t want children right now.

  “Calm down Lela, you know that I hate to see you cry.”

  I reach over the seat, so that I can give her a hug. I am trying my best to calm her down.

  “How can I calm down when the man I love tells me that he wants for me to get rid of our baby that is growing inside of me? I know that you don’t want a baby right now. But I can’t and won’t kill my baby, Jabari. I just can’t!”

  Lela rubs her belly. She isn’t showing yet, but I can already tell that she has made up her mind.

  “What do you mean, the man you love?”

  I know that she has strong feelings for me, but I didn’t think that she loved me. Hell, she will hook me up with her home girls. That isn’t how you show love to somebody.

  “I’ve been in love with you, ever since we were teenagers, Jabari. Don’t act like it is such a big surprise.”

  “I know that you have love for me, but I had no idea that you were in love with me.”

  “I don’t mess with anyone but you, Jabari; and you know that shit!”

  She is pissed and. She looks so sexy when she is mad.

  “Lela, you need to lower your voice! So you love me, huh?”

  “You already know it!” She states proudly.

  “Well, if you love me so much, then why did you hook me up with your home girl, Sharelle, last week?”

  “Because . . . you asked me to, Jabari!”

  “So, you’ll do whatever I ask you to do?”

  “Don’t I always?”

  She folds her arms under her full bosom.

  “Well get rid of the baby, because I ain’t trying to be nobody’s daddy!”

  “You know what, Jabari? Fuck you! I can raise my baby on my own. Did you forget that I’ve got money too, you bitch ass nigga!?”

  Lela jumps out of my car and then she slams the damn door so hard that the window cracks. This bitch must have lost her rabbit ass mind, slamming my muthafuckin’ door that damn hard!

  I jump out of the car and then I follow her into her house. She is crazy; if she thinks that shit is gonna fly with a nigga like me!

  “Get the fuck outta my house, Jabari! Why don’t you go on over to Sharelle’s house, I’m sure that she will be happy!”

  She turns facing me, with more tears flowing down her face. It really does eat at my heart, seeing her cry.

  “You cracked my fucking window, when you slammed my door! What the fuck is your problem, Lela?!”

  “My problem is you, Jabari! All these years, I’ve been the Bonnie to your Clyde. Yet you treat me just like all the rest of your bitches.”

  “We’re not together, Lela! You act like I’m your man and you’re my woman. All we do is handle business together and occasionally we fuck! It ain’t my fault that yo ass caught fucking feelings!”

  “You know what? You are so fucking right. So leave me be, Jabari. From now on, I’ll let you do everything, and I do mean everything on your own. Now will you please leave! Get the fuck out of my house and leave me alone.”

  “You think that I need you, Lela? You think that I can’t do the shit you do? I’m gone. But don’t call me when you have that baby, because I won’t give a fuck.”

  I walk out feeling heated. She thinks because we’ve been doing shit together for so many years, that I can’t do shit on my own. I’m a fucking man! Anything a bitch can do, I know that I can do better.

  I drive around a while, trying to calm down but every time that I look at my cracked window, I get pissed off all over again. I hate being at odds with Lela, because real talk she is a niggas rock in this game full of snakes. Yet and still, I don’t like the way that she played the shit.

  She knows that I’m not feeling have no damn babies. But she still stopped taking her pills and let me nut all up in her. That was a set up mission and it was scandalous.

  I need to get this window fixed ASAP! I am that nigga! I can’t be seen riding around with a fucked up window. I am already on St. Clair, so I stop at Comet Glass to see if they can fix my window. To my surprise, they have me in and out in under an hour.

  I decide to go by Ms. Sims house to see if we are cool. I made a promise to Ja’nelle to stay away from her mother. But the way that pussy gripped my dick, it has a nigga’s mind going crazy. She is fine and she has a no nonsense type of attitude that reminds me of my mom. It is weird, but it turns me on.

  When I pull on the street, I can see Ms. Sims in her yard with a pair of cut off shorts on. Her ass cheeks are practically hanging from underneath. My dick immediately rocks up, as I park in front of her house. I get out and then I walk up the driveway.

  “What are you doing here, Jabari?”

  “I just came to check on you. I wanted to see if everything is alright between you and Ja’nelle. I hate to be the reason that y’all aren’t on speaking terms,” I say, while eyeing her big breasts through her damp yellow wife beater.

  “We talked things out and she knows that it was all a big mistake. We are fine, Jabari. Thanks for asking.”

  “Cool, well I guess that’s all I stopped by for. If you ever need anything, make sure you give me call. And I do mean anything, Ms. Sims.”

  I make sure that she knows exactly what I am talking about. I know that it’s wrong for me to still wanna hit that, but it was good as fuck. I felt a spark between us and I know that she felt that shit too.

  “How can I give you a call, if I don’t have your number?”

  That was all that I needed to
hear to know that she is down for me to knock the pussy out the frame again. As she quickly stores my number inside of her phone, the front door swings open and my heart skips a beat.

  “Ma, where is the glass pitcher that we usually make the lemonade in?”

  “I broke that last week. I’ve been meaning to go to Bed Bath and Beyond to get another one. Just use the pitcher that I have the water in.”

  “Okay.”

  She turns to walk back inside of the house. I have to say something to get her attention. Baby is bad!

  I thought that Ja’nelle was fine. Then of course, Ms. Sims is a stallion but baby girl already has my nose wide open.

  “I can take you to get that glass pitcher, if you like. I’ve been dying for some fresh squeezed lemonade.”

  I look at Ms. Sims and she just chuckles and then she shakes her head.

  “And who are you?” She asks, with a raised eyebrow and a hand on her full hips.

  She stands at about 5’4”, maybe 5’5”. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate and her eyes are a funny color. I can see hints of green and hazel and her body is banging. She has a little pudge in her stomach, but I like that.

  She too has on an extremely short pair of jean shorts, which her ass cheeks hang from with a red wife beater that is tied in the back.

  “My name is Jabari. I’m a friend of your mother’s.”

  I walk up on the porch and then I gently kiss the back of her hand.

  “I see; you must be one of my Mama’s boy toys.”

  She smirks at her mom.

  “Naw, we’re strictly friends. I help her out around the house, whenever I can,” I lie effortlessly

  “You don’t look like the handyman type to me. I’m Jazzlene, her youngest daughter.”

  She looks deep into my eyes and it may sound corny, but I hear angels singing. I haven’t felt that way since I met my first and last girlfriend, Amiyah.

  “I’ll be honest; I’m not the handyman type. However, I do what I can.”

  “So . . . how is it you know my mother?”

  “He is friends with one of my boy toys. We just became friends recently,” Ms. Sims answers for me.