The Wrath of a Side Chick: A Chicago Hood Drama (Side Chick's Wrath Book 1)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Yeah, right, nigga,” Ray said. “I know you, nigga. You love pussy too much, and a big fat ass, for you to pass up on somethin’ like that.”

  “So what you sayin’ I should do then?” Breon asked.

  Ray looked at his boy and smiled, shaking his head. “Nigga, you not married yet,” he responded. “Shit, she lucky she ain’t talkin’ to my ass. I wouldn’t even be playin’ these games, especially since she got a ass that damn big and shit. What kinda nigga is you to let somethin’ like that pass you up? I just don’t get it. If that woulda been me out on that street in that SUV with that chick, I woulda took them clothes right on off of that ass and had her singing Christmas carols in the back seat and shit. Nigga, you know you coulda let one of them seats down or somethin’ and gave that bitch some dick. You saw the look on her face in that picture. You know she woulda bent that pussy right on over and gave it to you. Bitch look like she got that wet pussy… that pussy that smell like water.”

  Breon looked at Ray. “Damn, nigga,” he said. “Don’t be over there gettin’ hard and shit while I’m here chillin’ with you and shit. And like I said, I’m not gon’ cheat on Trina like that.”

  “Nigga, you kinda already did,” Ray said. “I mean, you just didn’t go all the way. If you ain’t cheat on her, then when you gon’ tell her that you let the chick suck your dick out in the truck after the party and shit? You gon’ tell her that shit when you get home tonight or what?”

  “Hell naw,” Breon said. “Of course, I ain’t gon’ tell her that shit.”

  “Well, man,” Ray said. “You wasted a cheat if you ask me. ‘Cause if Trina find out, she gon’ be just as mad about you gettin’ head as she would be about you fuckin’ her. So, for that reason, you might as well go ahead and break her off with some of the dick.”

  Breon looked at Ray then away and down toward the carpet. He knew that everything he’d just said was one hundred percent correct. He also knew that Nikki had the kind of body that any many would walk over hot rocks to have a taste of. The image of her ass jiggling popped into his mind, only to remind him more and more that he wanted to smash her so bad. Whether or not he would admit it was a different story.

  CHAPTER 4

  Nikki woke up Saturday morning with a couple of things on her mind. Not only was the welcome home party at Wayne’s last night oh so embarrassing and a true sting to her womanhood, but she also thought of Breon in an even better lighting. After all these years, she couldn’t help but think back to when the two of them were in high school. She couldn’t believe how fine he had become with age. Not only was Breon good looking, but, judging by how nice his SUV was, he was also out there making money. While Nikki would usually investigate a little deeper into a man’s finances, last night, in his SUV on the street a block down from Wayne’s house, was simply not the time nor the place. However, Nikki was rather content with herself that she’d gotten his phone number. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be hitting her up again. Any man she gave head to always did. Getting rid of them after the fact tended to be the problem.

  In her two-bedroom apartment, which she shared with her friend Gracelyn, Nikki rolled over in her queen-size bed. Strangely enough, she felt better than she’d felt in a couple of weeks at least. Something about going down on a handsome dude with money really put her into good spirits. Nikki had always considered herself to be the kind of chick who enjoyed performing oral sex, even if it meant that other women looked down on her. From her point of view, she was a firm believer in the idea that what you won’t do, somebody else will.

  Sunlight jumped into the bedroom through the blinds, seeming extra bright from the snow that had fallen during the late night hours. She smiled as she realized it was a new day. However, she was still undecided on one thing: a tattoo. Nikki had been contemplating getting a tattoo for a while. It would be her third; the other two were on her chest and calf. She remembered getting them when she was younger; however, now, for whatever reason, she was scared to go back and go through it all again. Deep in thought, she grabbed her phone off of the nightstand next to her bed. She went right to Google and looked up different tattoo ideas that she’d been thinking about. One thing was for sure, though: she knew she wanted this tattoo to be her last and to be on her lower back, just above her ass cheeks. She knew that if she were to get such a tattoo, she would have to stay in shape so that any man she decided to lay down with would always have a good sight from the back.

  While Nikki lay in bed, in only a t-shirt and panties and scrolling through her phone, she could hear Gracelyn getting up. Her bedroom was adjacent to Gracelyn’s, and with the walls being so thin in newer apartment complexes, she could practically hear everything. Even when Gracelyn had a phone conversation, she could nearly hear every word. Last night when Nikki had walked through the door after midnight, she was sure she’d heard a man’s voice. However, she fell asleep quickly and was now under the impression that whatever man had been in Gracelyn’s room had probably gotten up, put his clothes on, and left earlier in the morning. This was generally the routine for guys that Gracelyn brought home.

  Nikki continued to search tattoo ideas, first thinking of sayings then getting all the way to different kinds of flowers. As she was looking at a rose with a design intertwined into it, she could hear Gracelyn’s footsteps getting closer to her bedroom door. She was sure she was probably going into the bathroom. “Good morning, hoe!” Nikki yelled then snickered.

  Gracelyn popped her head into Nikki’s bedroom, pushing the door open just a bit. “Girl, who you callin’ hoe?” she asked. “And Good Morning to you too.”

  “Girl, I heard what you was up to last night,” Nikki said, smiling and deciding that she wasn’t going to bring up the fight last night. “I could hear some nigga’s voice coming from your room when I got home.”

  “Girl, hold up,” Gracelyn said. “I gotta go to the bathroom then I can fill you in.”

  “Oh God,” Nikki said. She slid out of bed so she could slide into some pink pajama pants. At times, Nikki thought that her sex life was crazy. However, upon moving in with her girl Gracelyn, who was overweight with an hour glass shape, she quickly found out that she hadn’t had it going on the way she thought she did.

  Nikki walked out into their kitchen. She poured herself a cup of orange juice then tried to decide if she wanted a bagel or if she wanted to make some oatmeal. As she stood in the kitchen, leaning against the stove and drinking her orange juice, Gracelyn came marching out of the bathroom. After finding that Nikki was no longer in her bedroom, she came out into the living room.

  “Girl, don’t you be callin’ me no hoe,” Gracelyn said. She squinted her eyes as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. “And you really one to talk with all the dick you be suckin’.”

  “Gracelyn, stop,” Nikki said, looking away and down at the floor as she sipped on her orange juice. “Like I said, hoe, I heard that nigga you had over here last night. Spill. I wanna hear the details. When he leave? When he get here? What you do?”

  “Damn, girl,” Gracelyn said, scratching her scalp through her thick, shoulder length black hair. “You always be try’na be up in my business and shit.”

  “You know it, girl,” Nikki said. “Spill, bitch.”

  “Well,” Gracelyn said, hesitantly. She walked out into the living room and plopped down into a couch. “He was what I can only describe as tall, dark, and handsome.”

  Nikki smiled and leaned forward, looking through the opening between the kitchen and the living room. “Uh oh, girl,” she said. “Sounds just like your type. Where you meet him?”

  “Yeah,” Gracelyn said, sounding as if she’d been let down. “That’s just what I thought too. And actually, he hit me up online, talking about how he love big girls. So, you know, I had to jump on that.”

  “How you be finding these niggas?” Nikki asked, shaking her head. “Please, tell me how.”

  “What you mean how I be fin
ding these niggas?” Gracelyn asked. She slapped her fat thighs. “Girl, I ain’t got to go finding or searching for nothin’. They come to me online. I post pics and stuff and you be surprised, especially with married dudes, how many of them hit me up try’na get in this pussy.”

  “If you say so,” Nikki said. “I guess.”

  “What you mean if I say so?” Gracelyn asked, not liking the tone in Nikki’s voice. “I am saying so. What you try’na say? Because I’m big, ain’t no man try’na get with me. Y’all skinny, or thick, bitches just don’t get it. These niggas love them a sexy BBW… y’all just jealous when y’all niggas come and get some of this because you know ain’t no way on this earth that y’all can compete. Sometimes niggas want a little something to hold.”

  Nikki looked at her girl and shook her head. “A little something is certainly an understatement,” she said, sarcastically.”

  Gracelyn looked at Nikki with slitty eyes. She then smacked her lips together. “Anyway,” she said, continuing on with what she was saying. “Like I said, he was this tall, dark nigga that hit me up online. Talkin’ bout he wanna smash and shit and he love big girls. I sent him some more pictures and next thing I know, this nigga sending me messages talkin’ about he already in his car and is ready to come over.”

  “So you had him come over?” Nikki asked. “Just like that.”

  Gracelyn rolled her eyes. “Well, duh,” she said. “I mean, the nigga was cute and stuff. Why would I tell him no? And plus, it wasn’t like you was here or whatever, so I had the place to myself. So, anyway, like I was sayin’, he came over and we chilled a little bit. Drank a little wine and stuff, you know.”

  “Hmm, hmm,” Nikki said. She finished her glass of orange juice, set the glass down onto the kitchen countertop, and then came into the living room. She sat on the other couch positioned opposite to Gracelyn. “Go on.”

  “So, yeah, like I was sayin’,” Gracelyn said. “He came over and we chilled and stuff. He was tall, dark, and did I say handsome? He looked like a younger, thinner version of Morris Chestnut.”

  “Girl, stop,” Nikki said, shaking her head. “He did not look like no younger version of Morris Chestnut.”

  “Okay,” Gracelyn said, realizing that she was exaggerating. “Maybe not quite like Morris Chestnut, but the two niggas definitely look like they could be brothers or two cousins who, you know, really look a lot alike. Anyway, he came over and girl, he was lookin’ at me like a piece of meat. Licking his lips like he just wanted to get up in a big girl so bad that he couldn’t help himself. Next thing I know, this nigga had his hands all over me and shit.”

  “So y’all went back into your bedroom and fucked?” Nikki asked. “You always let them hit so you might as well go ahead and just keep it real with me, girl. You ain’t got to lie, Gracelyn.”

  “I wasn’t gon’ lie,” Gracelyn said. “So, yeah, anyway, like I was sayin’ before I kept gettin’ interrupted. We went back in the bedroom, girl, and you not gon’ believe what happened.”

  “What?” Nikki asked with wide eyes. “What that dick look like?”

  “That’s the thing,” Gracelyn said. “He ain’t have much to really look at.” She snickered and shook her head. “I mean, the nigga had a nice body and stuff and all that, but his dick… Most of it fit into my hand.”

  “Girl, you lyin’,” Nikki said, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “Is you serious?”

  “Girl, yes,” Gracelyn said. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “When he pulled his pants and drawers down, I saw that short dick bop up and down like it was one of them door stop things. I was so crushed, but I tried my best to not show it.”

  “Could he at least work it?” Nikki asked.

  Gracelyn shrugged. “I mean…,” she said. “Yeah, he could work it, but you know that I got too much ass for some little dick nigga. He had a good stroke and stuff, but one wrong move and he could slip right on out. You know how them little dick niggas are. They do them quick, short strokes where they stay close to your body ‘cause they know they can slip out.”

  “Girl, but you also know how they be, most of the time, with they tongue,” Nikki said. “Little dick niggas will do whatever you want, and that includes eating your pussy for as long as you need.”

  Gracelyn couldn’t wipe the smile away from her face. She was practically blushing as she thought about that very concept. “Well, girl,” she said, “you right about that. He sure made up for it in that department. That nigga could eat pussy so good that when I was lyin’ on my back on my bed with my legs open and he was workin’ that tongue, spit was flinging up onto my stomach. Girl, some even got up onto my chest and shit. It was wild.”

  “Awe shit,” Nikki said. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

  “But girl, that ain’t all,” Gracelyn said. She shook her head. “Listen to me, girl, ‘cause that ain’t all. Like you just said a couple seconds ago, little dick niggas will go the extra mile. He did the one thing I love more than anything in this word, of course aside from a big dick filling me up.”

  “What?” Nikki asked, excited to hear.

  “He had me sit on his face,” Gracelyn said. “And when he told me to do that, I sat right on his face and got good and comfortable. Girl, he loved every minute of that shit and didn’t want me to get up. He even hit me up this morning talking about how he wanna come back through and if we can chill again and stuff.”

  Nikki couldn’t help but break out laughing. “Oh wow,” she said once she’d finally calmed down. “Yeah, that’s the way they are. You think you gon’ have him back over.”

  Gracelyn blushed and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she responded. “I just might. He was cute, like I said, and had a nice body. The dick though just could use a couple more inches. He ain’t gotta be big, but at least a six or seven would be nice. But, girrrl, he ate my pussy before he fucked, during, and after… Like it was his last meal. So, anyway, enough about me. How was the party you went to last night?”

  “Girl, I got my own story from that,” Nikki said, crossing her legs. “The party was coo. It was nice to see people that I ain’t seen in so long. And you know the chicks there was jealous of me and this body, but that was a given.”

  Gracelyn rolled her eyes. “Aren’t they always?” she said. “And then they prolly comin’ right to us big girls on Instagram and stuff, try’na get with us when y’all get too full of yourselves.”

  “Girl, whatever,” Nikki said, smacking her lips together. “But girl, I saw this nigga there from high school that I used to kind of have a thing for, but we never hooked up back then. We ain’t have no classes together or nothin’ like that. But girl, when I saw him, I was like damn, he done got fine as he got older. Back in high school, it wasn’t like he was ugly or nothin’ like that, but he sure ain’t look how he looked last night.” Playfully, Nikki dropped her head back onto the back of the couch before looking back up and across at Gracelyn. “So, he wound up walkin’ me down to my car ‘cause I just so happened to be leavin’ when he was leavin’.”

  “Girl, stop,” Gracelyn said, rolling her eyes. “Girl, I know you. You ain’t got to lie, Nikki. You ain’t got to lie. I know you followed that nigga out the door and shit. You know you did too. I don’t even know why you playin’. Ha! You just so happened to be leaving when he was leaving. Girl, I swear. Sometimes you full of so much shit I don’t know how you can’t smell yourself.”

  “Girl, do you want to hear my story or what?” Nikki asked.

  “Oh, there’s more?” Gracelyn asked. “Okay, okay. All right, all right. Go on, please. Do tell, do tell.”

  Rolling her eyes, Nikki continued. “Yeah, so,” she said. “He walked me down to his truck, which wasn’t too far from where I’d parked. Girl, his truck was so nice. I ain’t real sure what kind of truck it was, but it was a SUV and girl, that shit was nice. Nice paint and nice inside.”

  “Inside?” Gracelyn asked. “How the fuck you even see the inside if you w
as supposed to be having him walk you down to your car?”

  “Girl, I’m getting to that part,” Nikki said. “I’m gettin’ to that part.”

  “Uh oh,” Gracelyn said. “I already know where this shit is goin’. I can already tell, by the look on your face that you did some hoe shit last night.”

  “Girl, I ain’t no hoe,” Nikki said, confidently. “I just do what I wanna do with whatever man I wanna do it with. Ain’t like I’m married or got kids or nothin’ like that so I can do that. Anyway, we chilled in his car for a second and stuff and I couldn’t help but look down at his pants. Girl, he was bulgin’ in them jeans like it wasn’t nothin’. So, long story short, you know.”

  “No, I don’t,” Gracelyn said. “Tell me.”

  Nikki looked away, not wanting to come out and say. “Girl, don’t act brand new,” she said. “You know.”

  “Girl, don’t tell me you sucked the nigga’s dick out in his SUV on a cold night like last night and stuff,” Gracelyn said.

  “Sure did,” Nikki said. “And girl, that dick was so damn good. I was in Heaven with that shit.”

  “Tell me about it,” Gracelyn said, leaning forward. “What was it like? Girl, after the eggroll dick I had last night, I need to hear about some real meat today to get my day going right.”

  “Girl, it was a real nice length,” Nikki explained. “Like two and a half or three of my hand widths.”

  “Girl, is you serious?” Gracelyn asked. “Girl, you know I love a big dick. I mean, they just look so good and are so much fun to hold in my hand and play with and…”

  Nikki squinted at her friend. “Girl, you need to calm down with all that,” she said, shaking her head. “Damn, y’all big bitches stay horny all the time, don’t you?”