Once he beeped the horn, I ran out of the house and entered on the passenger side. He told me how nice my outfit was as I got in. We really didn’t talk much on the ride to his apartment, nor did we talk much when we got there. Upon entering his house he immediately started kissing and fondling me. I was excited and he became even more excited when he noticed that I was panty-less. Soon he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, picked me up, and placed my back against the wall before ramming his large member deep inside of me. With my skirt around my waist, my butt was pressed firmly against the wall as he pounded me harder and harder. This rough sex was something different, but I loved it. I screamed his name over and over again as my juices flowed out of me and down his legs. After turning me in every position imaginable, he exploded all over my behind and though I felt guilty, I was satisfied. I felt that it was worth it because JT had never given it to me like that before. This wouldn’t be the last time that Dollar and I would be one over the next two months. Every time he was in town he would call me and we would meet up.
I tried my best to get JT to spend more time with me, but each time I failed. I would go out and buy one of the sexiest lingerie sets and cook a full meal and wait for him to come home only to end up disappointed when he wouldn’t show up. It was the beginning of the week, and I had only seen JT in passing over the weekend. I called him to find out if would be coming home that evening.
“Hello.”
“Hey, baby. I just wanted to know if you were coming home tonight. I have something special planned.”
“Something special like what?” he rudely responded.
“It’s a surprise, if I tell you it will ruin everything.”
“Well I’ll be there by eleven,” he replied.
“OK, baby. Please don’t stand me up,” I pleaded. I really wanted us to spend time together since we had been missing out on it lately.
“I’ll be there.”
I planned to perform for him that night, hoping that he would see what he had been missing out on the past few months. I was ready and sitting on the sofa at eleven waiting for him to arrive. I became anxious at 11:30 and angry by twelve o’clock. I was furious by the time he stumbled in at one drunk. I was still sitting in the living room when he walked in.
“I’m sorry, babe. I tried to be here.”
“You didn’t try hard enough,” I sharply responded. I was angry that he didn’t even put forth the effort to be there on time. Even after I told him how special the night would be.
“I got caught up at work.”
“At a party! You are pissy drunk! I guess it’s not important for you to spend time with me anymore,” I yelled as I stood up from the sofa.
“It is important. I said I tried, but I got caught up. I’m here now, so what’s the problem?”
“I’m angry now, that’s the problem! I had a whole night planned for us, and you stood me up the same as you usually do. I’m tired of that shit, JT!” I began to walk toward the bedroom because I didn’t even want to see his face at that point.
“Well I’m tired of arguing with you every time I come in this muthafucker, but that doesn’t stop you from tripping on me!” he yelled, walking in my direction.
“I don’t want to argue, I just want to spend time with you.”
“Well you just wasted my time with this bullshit! Look I’m out. I’ll talk to you later,” he spat before walking toward the door.
“JT, wait!” I pleaded. “Look I’m sorry, OK? Could you please just stay with me tonight?”
“How sorry are you?” he asked, with his back still facing me.
“Baby, it won’t happen again, so please just come over here.”
He turned and looked at me with a slight smile. I knew that I had reeled him in when he started walking toward me. Though I was still angry, I refused to let him walk out on me and go spend the night with someone else. Once he reached the spot where I was standing, he stared at me before pulling me close and kissing me on my neck. The warmth of his breath against my neck sent chills through my body. I became wetter with each flicker of his tongue. As moans escaped with deep breaths, JT untied my robe to reveal my lingerie. His hands rubbing against the small of my back made me more excited. It had been weeks since we’d had sex, and I was looking forward to feeling his hardness deep inside of me.
He prolonged the foreplay by laying me down and kissing and sucking on my nipples, which were already standing at attention. I continued to imagine him inside of me as he played with my wetness. His fingers moving in and out of me felt better than ever before. I moved my hips as he continued to make love to me with his two fingers.
“JT, please fuck me, I need to feel you,” I begged.
“How bad do you want it?”
“I want you bad, baby. I need you. Make love to me,” I pleaded.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, I love you,” I moaned before he removed his fingers and went down and began to kiss me down below and suck the juices from me. Though his tongue action was excellent, I wanted him inside of me, and I continued to beg him for more. He moved up to kiss me one last time before slowly beginning his stroke. The steady circles that he made inside of me were smooth and easily caused me to orgasm. We switched to different positions often, and each one felt better than the one before. I screamed his name as he matched my orgasm and reached his peak.
Soon after we were done JT took a shower and got dressed. He waved good-bye to me before leaving. Though I was pissed that he was leaving again, I had my fix for the night and I was able to fall asleep satisfied.
I felt like a one-night stand following that night. JT fell right back in line with his disappearing act. I should have known that things wouldn’t change. I got a phone call from Jenna letting me know that Dollar was coming to town over the weekend. I went out to buy an outfit to go to the party. Jenna agreed to go with me to the party and JT was out of town so I knew he wouldn’t be there to get in the way of me getting close to Dollar once more.
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough and I was dressed almost two hours early excited about going to the club. I was dressed in an all black dress that accentuated every curve. The niggas would be drooling when I walked through the club. Once we arrived I wasn’t surprised by how packed the small club was. I instantly began searching the room, and when I didn’t notice him anywhere, I decided to go to the bar and have a drink. After ordering I pulled Jenna out to the floor to dance. I was feeling a buzz soon after I gulped two shots of Hennessey. We danced for three songs straight when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Dollar’s fine ass standing behind me.
“I knew you would come,” he spoke with confidence.
“How did you know that?”
“Because you can’t resist me,” he said, moving closer to me.
“So confident, you are. I like that.”
“I know you do. I still have to mingle, but after this is over, I can come scoop you and hit you off. If you know what I mean.” He laughed before hugging me.
“Who said that I wanted you to hit me off?”
“You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t. I know your man’s out of town, so make sure you call me, all right?”
“I’ll think about it,” I said
“Well, don’t spend too much time thinking about it. It’s a lot of women that would love to take your place for the night.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Cool,” he said before turning and heading in the opposite direction.
I turned to Jenna, who was now dancing with some tall, slim guy. She smiled and gave me thumbs up as I started to sway to the music. Soon, Dollar was onstage performing and the women were going crazy. I looked around at the astonishment on their faces and I felt good. I was glad that I had the opportunity to be with him tonight and enjoy something that all of those women would fight for. Once the party was over I drove Jenna home and she couldn’t wait to quiz me about my plans for the night.
“So are you going to hook up with Dollar tonight?”
“I’m not sure. I’m still a little undecided.”
“Girl, please. You better get your ass over there and fuck that nigga tonight. You might not get another opportunity after this. JT ain’t doing what he’s supposed to, so you shouldn’t feel the least bit guilty.”
“I know, but I told him I would think about it.”
“What is there to think about? You need some dick, so go and get it!” she laughed. “I don’t want to hear no complaining tomorrow if you go home and play with yourself tonight.”
“Whatever! I’ll call you in the morning.”
“OK,” she said, before giving me a hug.
I called Dollar as soon as I was around the corner. I didn’t want Jenna to see exactly how anxious I was. He answered the phone on the second ring, and I sat speechless for a second.
“Hello?”
Silence . . .
“Hello!” he yelled.
“Hey Dollar, it’s Sugar.”
“I guess you realized you wanted me, huh?”
“I already knew I wanted you, I just didn’t want to seem like a groupie.”
“Well, ain’t like we ain’t never been together.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Well, are you ready for me to come and get you?”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“All right, I’ll be there in about an hour. Keep it hot for me, all right?”
“I will.”
I drove home and jumped in the shower. I was pacing the floor as I waited for Dollar to come and pick me up. It was a few minutes before 4:00 A.M. when he knocked on the door.
“You on time, I love that,” I spoke in a seducing tone.
“You want to be daring?”
“Yeah, I’m up for some excitement.”
“Let’s go on the balcony.”
“Here?” I asked.
“Yeah, here.”
“All right,” I said, nervously knowing that a lot of JT’s friends lived our apartment building.
“Strip!”
I obeyed, removing each article of clothing while walking to the balcony. Once outside, I turned around to find him naked and was instantly aroused. He began stroking his length while motioning me to go down on him. I was a little hesitant at first since he wasn’t my man, but I gave in and squatted down in front of him and began to work my magic. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided me as I took his length deep into my mouth. Soon he pulled away and bent me over the gate. I placed one leg on the patio chair as he started to ram me from behind. The night air was turning me on, plus the sounds of people outside excited me even more.
I moaned loudly as he palmed my breast and continued to hit me from the back. His strokes became more forceful as he neared his peak. As he was ready to explode, he pulled out turned me around and released all over me. I was so tipsy that the degrading act didn’t even bother me.
I wanted more, and I made sure that I got it before he left me for the night. I fell to sleep that night with a smile on my face. He filled the void that was left from JT’s continued disregard of my feelings. I needed sex as well as attention, and Dollar knew how to make me feel wanted.
Things only got worse between JT and me. We had grown more distant from each other. Now that I had Dollar in my life to hit me off, I didn’t really care if JT wanted to spend time with me or not. It was a Friday and Dollar wanted to take me to a private party with him and I happily obliged. I put on my best and was excited when we walked into the crowded party. Dollar walked around the club, greeting everyone as I made my way to the ladies’ room. I checked my make-up and hair to make sure that it was perfect. After passing inspection, I left the ladies room and was stunned when JT was at the door waiting.
“What the fuck are you doing here with that nigga Dollar like you are his girl or some shit?”
“Excuse me?”
“Excuse me my ass! I had some suspicions that you were fucking him, now I know!”
“JT now is not the place for this shit.”
“I knew that I shouldn’t have trusted you.”
“Fuck you, JT! All of the bitches that you fucked and you are going to blame me.”
“You knew how I was from the door. At least I didn’t try to front like you did. You got niggas laughing at me because I’m telling them you’re my girl and you are out here fucking this dude.”
“JT, we need to talk about this later,” I said, turning my back to him.
“We are going to talk about this shit now!” he yelled, grabbing my arm.
“Get the fuck off of me, JT.”
“I can’t stand trifling-ass bitches like you. I should have sent you home after I fucked you the first night. Your pussy ain’t never been good anyway!” he spat before walking in Dollar’s direction.
I ran over there and noticed JT shaking Dollar’s hand with a brief hug. What the hell?
“You are so damn stupid, Sugar. I set your ass up and you took the bait! Do you really think a nigga like Dollar was going to take you seriously? I knew that you couldn’t be trusted, and I got him to come on to you to see what you would do. I guess I was right!”
“It wasn’t hard to get either. She let a nigga hit it without much hesitation at all,” Dollar said, laughing.
“I bet you’re embarrassed now, and you should be. If you would have been loyal you wouldn’t be standing here looking like a nasty-ass ho right now!” JT yelled.
I stood there frozen, and I was so angry that I couldn’t even cry. As I looked around the club, I noticed that people were watching and laughing. I couldn’t believe that I was the joke of the night. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be embarrassed any further. I walked away without saying a word. Fuck them both! I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for getting played like that. Here I thought that I was playing him and he was playing me the whole time. I began to cry as I took off my shoes to walk home. After walking ten blocks I called Dyna to come pick me up. I cried on her shoulder that night, and I was glad that she was my friend. It was times like these that they say make you stronger, but I felt like I couldn’t trust another man now. JT had ruined the perfect picture I had of him, and all men for that matter. I knew I had myself to blame for falling for Dollar. I was a fool to think his feelings were genuine. I would never let another man hurt me again. I would never be the laughing stock of anyone’s joke again either. Everything happens for a reason, and it was best for me to move on. I never returned to JT’s apartment to gather my belongings. I figured he’d probably tossed them anyway. It’s a shame how I was blinded by the dollar signs. Niggas ain’t shit!
Chapter 4
Sisterly Love . . .
I had recently heard through the grapevine that my sister Mya was pregnant again. I wasn’t surprised at all because of the lifestyle she lived. I hadn’t really talked to her much since the day I left the house. I felt a lot of resentment toward her because of all of the abuse I received. I did have a lot of love in my heart for her, but I hated her at the same time. I was there for her when my niece Jessica passed away due to many birth defects. The cause of the defects was unknown, but it took a toll on her, and my father as well. My mother acted as if she didn’t really care; she felt that Mya didn’t need a child anyway. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would get pregnant again, and I was right.
The loss of her daughter calmed her down some. She wanted a family with Marlo and thought that she needed a baby to make things work with him. I thought that your self esteem would have to be extremely low to believe that a baby will make a man stay, but I was sure her conceited act was just a façade. My mother ruined my self-esteem, so I knew Mya would have some issues as well.
Though I didn’t get to spend much time with Jessica, I did love her. A baby makes you fall in love with them instantly. Jessica was beautiful. She was born premature, and even with all of the tubes and tape all over her tiny face, you could see her smile. Mya w
as detached during the time the baby was in the hospital. She only lived eight days.
After the incident with Dollar and JT, I put men off for a while; I needed time to enjoy myself. I needed time to be free of a man and not have to worry about rushing home to please anyone. Dyna’s birthday was coming, and she decided to have a few people over to celebrate. It wasn’t much of a party—just sitting around eating and drinking. The guest list mostly included her employees and her big spending customers. Though I felt a little out of place, I tried my best to enjoy myself. Meeka was drinking heavily at the party, and I could foresee an altercation before the night was over. I sat down next to Dyna to talk once I noticed that she was becoming annoyed with Meeka’s over-the-top behavior.
“Hey, are you enjoying yourself?” I asked, tapping her leg.
“It’s cool, how about you?” Dyna asked, barely smiling.
“Are you OK?” I asked, concerned.
“I’m just a little annoyed, that’s all.”
“With Meeka?” I asked.
“Yeah, can’t you tell? She always acts like that when she gets drunk, falling all over niggas and shit. I’m supposed to be her woman and that’s the thanks I get when a nigga with a hard dick comes around! I’m just tired of that shit, Sugar.”
“I’m sure, but it’s your birthday, Dyna, and you can’t let her ruin it.”
“I know, but look at her. It’s ridiculous!”
“Well, let’s go dance and get your mind off of her.”
“No, I’m cool right here.”
“Come on!” I said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her out of her seat to dance. It wasn’t far into the first song before Meeka interrupted us.
“What the fuck is this? I told you she was off limits!” she yelled.
“Meeka, you are drunk and you need to chill out. I’m just trying to help her enjoy her birthday since you weren’t interested.”
“What?” she yelled.
“Meeka, please just drop it!” Dyna said.
“Fuck that, this bitch is disrespecting me,” she said, pushing me.
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