by Cairo
I was disgusted and ready to go. And was kicking myself for allowing Mona—a girlfriend of mine, to drag me out that night. The only reason I decided to go is because she had bugged the shit out of me for almost three weeks until I finally agreed. It was a birthday party her family was throwing for one of her cousins. And she had insisted I go. She had this grand idea about fixing me up with one of her cousins who had recently moved down to Jersey from New Haven, Connecticut.
“Pasha, I’m going to keep bugging you until you say yes,” she stated, sucking her teeth. “You need to meet my cousin, girl. So you might as well get your mind right and figure out what the hell you’re going to wear.”
I huffed, eyeing her suspiciously. “Bitch, why are you so interested in me meeting him?” I finally asked, exasperated.
“’Cause he’s a real good dude,” she smirked, pausing. Then she added, “And he’s your type.”
“And what’s my type, Miss Know It All?”
She snickered. “Dark, chiseled, and hood.”
I grinned, feigning insult. “Fuck you. If he’s such a good dude, then why isn’t he already dealing with someone?”
She clucked her teeth. “He was dealing with someone. But the bitch is a bird. She doesn’t want anything outta life. And he does. All she wants to do is drink and smoke and hang out with her girls. And he wasn’t havin’ it. So he gave her ass the boot. Now he’s lookin’ for somebody he can chill wit’. He asked me if I had any single friends who were about somethin’. And I immediately thought about you.”
“Mmm-hmm, why?”
“’Cause you’re exactly what he’s lookin’ for.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”
“Bitch, you fly—which is why I hangout wit’ ya stuck-up ass…” She laughed. “…You’re sexy, you have a fat ass, and I know underneath all them designer clothes is an undercover freak.”
I laughed with her. “OhmyGod, you’re so damn stupid. Let me find out you like it both ways,” I joked.
“Bitch, please,” she said, cracking up, “wrong answer. That was his request—a fine, fly bitch with a fat ass who wants somethin’ more outta life than runnin’ the streets. And that’s you.”
“Hmmph. And he wants all that wrapped up in a freak?”
She chuckled. “Well, no. I mean, maybe.”
I raised my brow. “Bitch, which is it?”
“Neither.” She smirked. “I added the last part as a bonus ’cause I know how nasty he is. And you know how nasty you like it.”
I shot her a look and gave her the finger. “And that makes me a freak? Whatever, ho.”
She laughed.
“Ohhhkaaay. So what’s his name?”
“Don’t worry ’bout all that. Make sure you bring ya ass to the party, and you’ll find out everything you need to know then.”
“I’ll think about it,” I finally told her, sucking my teeth. But, in truth, there wasn’t anything that needed to be thought about. It wasn’t like I had a social life or anything. I hadn’t been fucking anyone since my breakup with Glenn—the man who I invested close to three years of my life in. To only find out that the nigga had a wife stationed over in Kuwait. While she was overseas risking her life to serve and protect our country, his black ass was here serving me his thick, pulsing cock. But, trust. The minute I found out, along with getting his face slapped, I abruptly ended it with his lying ass, then sealed my pussy up. I had officially banned myself from men. So meeting someone who might eventually turn out to be another lying ass, no-count nigga was the last thing on my mind. And it definitely wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
So when I turned on my seven-hundred-dollar heels to strut toward the bar, and over to where Mona was—perched up on a barstool with a frosty drink in her hand, like I wanted to be—I was slightly annoyed when some nigga grabbed me gently by the forearm, pulling me back to the floor. “Dance with me,” he said over the music. There was something in the way he pulled me that made my pussy muscles shiver. It was strong, yet firm and gentle. In that brief moment, electricity shot through my arm. Not too mention he was fine; no, fine isn’t the right word. He was D-I-V-I-N-E. Still, his touch was unwanted and unacceptable.
I frowned; stared him down, yanking my arm out of his grasp. “No thanks.”
“C’mon, pretty baby, one dance.” He pulled in his bottom lip, real sexy-like, then added, “Please.”
I sighed. “One dance,” I flatly stated. He flashed me a crooked smile, taking me by the hand. Surprisingly, I didn’t pull back. I allowed him to lead the way. Erick Sermon’s “Music,” featuring Marvin Gaye, started playing. And we started dancing. I checked out dude’s two-step, peeped his swagger. There was a street edge to him; a rugged sexiness that was beginning to make me dizzy. A few times he flashed me a smile, moved into my space, brushed his body against mine, then pulled away; almost teasing me. And I allowed it. We both seemed to be quietly enjoying the other. He focused on me. I kept my eyes on him. And the few times I’d closed my eyes and gave into the music, I’d open them to see him gazing at me, smiling.
I hated to admit it, but I was starting to have a good time. We partied, hard. And by the time “Ante Up” by MOP finished playing, I was drenched. I politely leaned in and told him I’d had enough when the DJ slid on Ludacris’s “Area Codes.”
“So how ’bout you hit me wit’ ya area code?” he asked, following behind me as I walked toward the bar. By this time the dance floor was packed, and we had to maneuver our way over to the other side of the room.
I smiled, shaking my head. “It was only a dance.”
“Try four dances,” he stated, grinning.
“Okay, four. And I enjoyed them. But I’m not interested in anything else.”
“Oh, what…you got a man?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Oh, aiight. Then what’s the problem wit’ you hookin’ a nigga up wit’ them digits? You’se a real, sexy-ass dime I’d like to spend some time wit’.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I said, I’m not interested.”
“Oh, aiight, I got you, ma. I ain’t the type of cat to sweat no broad. So I’m out. You enjoy the rest of ya night, pretty baby.” And with that said, the nigga bounced on me. I stood there, thinking: Bitch, you dumb as hell. You shoulda took his number. I watched his fine ass get lost in the throes of bodies bouncing and swaying to the music before walking off toward the ladies room. On my way to take a damn piss, I must have gotten stopped at least six times by some dudes trying to get in my ear before I finally made it inside the bathroom.
When I finally made it over to Mona, she was still posted up at the same spot wit’ a bunch of niggas swarming around her, laughing and whatnot. She was clearly lit up and feeling good.
“Girl, where the hell you been?” she screamed over the noise. “My cousin was just here and I wanted to introduce you to him.”
“I was on the floor dancing,” I said, fanning myself to cool off.
“Yeah, I saw you out there dancin’ with some square-type nigga. I was over here laughin’ my ass off, but then it got packed out there and I lost my view of the sideshow.”
I flicked my hand at her. “Chile, please. That bottom-of-the-barrel nigga was getting on my last damn nerve.”
She laughed. “When you didn’t come back right away, I thought dude mighta kidnapped you or somethin’.”
“Oh, please. Not hardly. But I did end up getting held hostage on the dance floor by this fiiiine-ass nigga.”
“Oh, for real?” she asked, grabbing her drink from off the bar.
I watched her as she took a sip of her drink. I swallowed, realizing how dry my throat was. “What’s that you’re drinking?”
“You already know, Thug Passion, baby.” I frowned as she glided her lips down onto the straw, taking a slow sip. I wasn’t really in the mood for Hennessy and Red Alize, but I gladly accepted the concoction when she handed it to me to taste until I was able to get the bartender’s attention to order m
y own drink. I took a long, deep sip. “Girl, slow down. That shit’ll get you right. Have you stumblin’ home.”
I laughed, standing in front of her, with my back toward the dance floor. “Yeah, you’re right, I better go easy. Let me flag down this waiter,” I told her, handing her glass back to her, “so I can get me a damn drink.”
“Girrrrrrl, all these niggas up in here, you don’t need to be buyin’ no damn drink. Let one of them standin’ ’round gawkin’ at that juicy ass of yours buy it.”
I rolled my eyes, sucking my teeth. When the bartender finally got over to me and I leaned up on the bar to place my order, someone stepped up in back of me, then pressed up against me. I craned my neck to see who the hell was all up on my ass trying to be on some slick shit. It was the sexy, chocolate nigga from the dance floor.
He gave me a crooked grin. “I got you, ma. It’s the least I can do.” I grin back at him. “What’s your pleasure?”
“Surprise me,” I told him, stepping aside so he can place the order. He leaned in and said something to the bartender while I glanced back at Mona, who was looking at me with raised brows, holding her drink in her hand. I turned from the bar. “That’s the nigga I was dancing with,” I stated.
She smirked. “That’s the fine-ass nigga you were talkin’ ’bout?” I nod. “Now ain’t that somethin’.”
Just as I was about to say something else to her, he turned toward me and handed me my drink. It was in a hurricane glass garnished with a pineapple slice and two cherries. “Here you go, beautiful.” He flashed me another smile.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the drink. I sipped it, licking my lips. “What is it?”
He leaned in; lips flushed to my ear, and said, “Tap That Ass.” I almost choked. “Yo, you aiight, ma?” I nodded, taking another slow sip. “That’s wassup.” I asked him what was in it, and he told me it was a mixture of Hennessy, Red and Yellow Alize, a splash of cranberry juice topped with soda water.
“It’s good,” I finally stated. “Thanks.”
“So, I see you’ve met my cousin,” Mona said to me, grinning.
“Excuse me?” I asked, not sure I had heard her correctly. “Which cousin?”
“The one you weren’t beat to meet,” she snapped, laughing.
He laughed with her. “Oh, word? It was like that?”
“Yep,” Mona said, still laughing. “I had to practically twist her damn arm to come out. And look. She ended up meeting you, anyway.”
“Yeah, we’ve met already,” he said, grinning at me. “But not officially.”
“Jasper, this is my girl, Pasha. Pasha, meet my sexy-ass cousin, Jasper.”
He extended his warm hand and took mine in his, then pulled me into him and kissed me on the cheek. I almost fainted.
He stepped back. “So…you still not interested?” he asked, eyeing me up and down, slowly licking his bottom lip, then pulling it in.
I eyed him back real sexy-like. “Maybe, maybe not,” I stated, slyly.
He stepped back into my space, stared deep into my eyes. “Check this out, baby. Just like that drink you sippin’ on, I’ma be tappin’ that ass, all in due time. So I hope you ready for a real nigga like me. Enjoy the rest of ya drink. I’ll be back later to get ya digits.”
He leaned over, said something to Mona—who started laughing, then walked off, leaving me standing at the bar with my drink in my hand—dumbfounded. And that’s how it all began.
Crazy thing, that night my feet ached, my shins ached, and my toes were on fire, but none of that shit mattered. I had snagged the finest, sexiest nigga in the room.
EIGHT
“What’s good, baby?” Jasper says into the phone. He is extremely animated, and excited, for…I glance over at the digital clock…7:43 A.M. In the goddamn morning! I scream in my head. I stretch and yawn. “Get that sexy ass up! Daddy’s on his way home to drill another hole in that ass.”
“Say what?” I ask, wiping sleep out of the insides of my eyes.
“Yo, you heard me. I said Daddy’s on his way home to beat that pussy up, so get ready.”
I’ve heard him correctly, but it takes me a minute to finally feel the weight of his words. My eyes widen as I snap up in bed. “OhmyGod, when?”
“I’m outta this muhfucka tomorrow, baby.”
“Where are they sending you?” I ask, feeling my nerves unraveling. This is the moment I’ve been longing for. Four long years, I’ve waited. And now, it’s finally coming to an end. I want my man home; need him here, but…for some reason, I am not as excited as I had thought I’d be. Not as prepared as I should be. He tells me he’s being sent to Talbot Hall—an assessment center in Kearney, New Jersey. That he will be there for about sixty days or so before he makes it to a halfway house.
“Then you know what it is. Once I’m done wit’ all that assessment center bullshit, it’s on and poppin’. Ya heard?”
“I can’t wait,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. I pull the carpet beneath my feet with my toes. OhmymotherfuckingGaaaaawd, Jasper’s coming home.
“Listen, baby, I’ma need you to hit the mall and pick up a few things, then drop them off to me tomorrow, like ’round six or seven, aiight?” Before I can respond, he starts firing off a list of things he wants and needs. Five shirts, five pants, a sweat suit, six pairs of boxers, six white tees, a pair of Timbs, two pair of Nikes…
“Aye, yo, hit me wit’ some Polo and MEK joints, like in a thirty-four waist. But nothin’ too over the top, feel me?”
“I got you. You want the straight-legged or boot cut?”
“Whatever. You know how I do it.”
“Alright. What about the sneakers? You want two pair of Air Force Ones in different colors?”
“Nah, hit me wit’ some Air Max joints, and a pair of AF Ones.”
“What color you want them in?” I ask, deciding to finally get out of bed.
“I don’t care. Whatever color you want. Somethin’ hot, though.”
I laugh. “Neeeegro, who in the hell you trying to get fly for?”
“Aye, don’t try ’n play me, yo. You know how I get down.”
“I can’t say that I do,” I tell him.
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, laughing. “You already know what it is.”
“It’s been a long while since I’ve seen your work,” I tease. “You’ll have to refresh my memory, Daaaaddy.”
“Yeah, I’ma refresh ya memory aiight. As soon as I run this tongue up against that sweet clit, then push this dick up in you, you’ll remember all you need to know.”
I laugh. “You do that, and I’m gonna end up doing more than remembering. You’re gonna have me cumming, too.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, baby. I want you to cream that good shit all over my tongue and dick. Make that shit drip down ’round my balls…”
I feel the restless cock ’n cum beast stirring up inside of me. My mind starts to slowly drift off. Go to a place I have no place going; especially when I have a man who is that much closer to coming home. But something takes a hold of me and drags me into the dark corners of my warped imagination.
I’m in an apartment building, sitting in an empty room in front of a wooden door with a large hole cut in the middle of it—a glory hole. I have already sucked off eight niggas and their cream is all over my mouth and my face. And there’s a line behind the other side of the door of horny men with their dicks hanging out of their pants waiting to get throated. And I greedily suck them all. Then, when I am done, I slowly open the door, and walk out—purposely leaving wads of cum dripping from my face and lips so I can see the looks on all of their faces as I walk out. They stare at me; some in amazement, some in disbelief, others in disgust. Probably thinking how much of a cum slut I am. But I don’t care. Sucking cock is what I love to do. I smile at them, licking my sticky lips and popping my hips toward the door. Then I hop in my car, and drive off, glancing in the rearview mirror, admiring the glaze of cum still covering my face.
&n
bsp; “…I’m ready to fuck, baby. You feel me?”
“Hunh?” I ask, snapping back to the conversation.
“Aye, yo, what the fuck is you doin’?”
I quickly blink the images out of my head. “Nothing,” I say, trying to remember the last thing I heard him say before my mind started wandering.
“Nothin’ hell, yo. A muhfucka’s talkin’ to yo’ ass and you somewhere the fuck else.”
“I am not,” I lie. “I heard what you said.”
“Then why the hell you ’hunh’ me for if you heard me?”
“Why are you yelling in my ear?”
“’Cause I wanna know what the fuck got you so distracted that you can’t hear when a muhfucka’s talkin’ to you.”
I sigh. “You know what, Jasper? You really know how to fuck up a bitch’s wet dream. I was listening to you and playing in my pussy at the same time. I got caught up imagining all the nasty things you say you’re gonna do to me when you get home, baby. That’s all.” I sigh. “Damn, why you always gotta start tripping and shit? You act so damn paranoid.”
“Yeah, whatever, yo,” he says, not sounding convinced. But he lets it go, this time. “Listen, I gotta bounce. The phone is ’bout to cut off on us, anyway. But I’ma hit you up later tonight. Make sure you pick up those things I need.”
“I got you. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow.”
“Yeah, make sure you handle that.”
“Shut up. I told you I’ll have it.”
“Cool. And don’t forget, deodorant. Arrid Extra Dry.”
“Alright,” I say, walking over to the window, then peering out of the side of the curtain. It’s kind of cloudy out, and looks like it’s about to rain.
“Aye, yo, you know I love you, right?”
“I know you do, baby. I love you, too.”
“Let me find out you out there on some extra shit, Pasha.”
I suck my teeth, sighing. “Jasper, c’mon…not this shit, again.”
