Since Trent had went down on me, I felt it was only right for me to return the favor. I pulled back the covers and started caressing his dick. Neither one of us had put our clothes back on last night. After giving it a few strokes, I took his dick in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked dick in a long time, but it was just like riding a bike. Once you hopped on, it all came back.
As I was humming on his dick, Trent started waking up.
“What the fuck!” he yelled.
“Good morning,” I said and then went back to what I was doing.
“Girl, you better stop before I fuck the shit out of you.”
I didn’t listen to him. If he wanted to fuck me afterward, that was fine. The only thing I had on my mind was making him cum, and about five minutes later, that’s exactly what he was doing.
“Get up. I’m ’bout to cum!” Trent yelled.
I had no intentions on getting up. My male cousins told me when I first started having sex that if I was going to suck dick, I needed to be prepared to swallow. I just hoped his cum didn’t taste nasty. A few seconds later, my wish was granted. His cum tasted sweet, and I sucked up every drop of it.
Before I had a chance to say anything to him, he got up and pinned me down on the bed.
“Didn’t I tell you if you didn’t stop, I was goin’ to fuck the shit out of you?”
I nodded my head.
“So since you didn’t stop, I’m guessing that mean you want me to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Do what you gotta do,” I told him.
My pussy was still sore as fuck from last night, and here I was talking big girl shit. As soon as he slid in, I knew my mouth had just wrote a check that my pussy couldn’t cash.
We went at it for about an hour in several different positions. When we were done, there was a knock at the door.
“If y’all done being nasty, get dressed so we can go eat!” Santi yelled.
I was having such a good time with Trent that I had forgotten about Santi’s ass. Trent and I hopped in the shower together to save time. While I was in there looking at him lather up his body, I thought about how I almost said no to that party and passed up on some good dick.
Janell: Two weeks later
“Trent asked me about your sister the other day, bae.”
“What did he ask?”
“Just asked how she was doing. He said he ain’t heard from her.”
“She good.”
“Why you say it like that?”
“He don’t need to be worried about her. I got this over here. New subject.”
I called Santi after I was done with my first class for the day. We usually talked before I went, but I had overslept and was running late. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I decided to schedule myself for a ten o’clock class when I knew I worked overnight at Waffle House every now and then. School was more important, so I made a mental note to call and tell the manager I couldn’t do overnights anymore.
I started college before but got tired of going, so I took a break. Kelsi convinced me to go back, and we both decided to move back to Tuscaloosa. It was time for me to buckle down and get my life in order.
Santi and I met when I was in the eighth grade. He was the godson of my aunt. We’d had an on and off relationship since we met. Santi was still going through his hoe phase, and I didn’t have time for the bullshit. He was my best friend though, so I would always be in his life.
A couple of months ago, he asked if we could give our relationship another try. He claimed he was getting older and ready to settle down. I hesitated at first but eventually said yes. That man had a hold on my heart, and I hoped he didn’t make me regret giving us another shot.
I was sure he was wondering why I had an attitude when he brought up Trent asking about Kelsi. It was simple; I wasn’t having the shit. Even though Kelsi was five years older than me, I was very protective of her. Everybody that knew me knew that fucking with her was a bad move. Well, everybody except Trent.
He might have been Santi’s cousin, but he had fuck boy written all over him. When I saw him looking at her, I knew I was going to have to get on his ass. I meant to ask Santi about him the night of the party, but I was too focused on getting wasted. I knew when Kelsi started drinking that liquor like it was water that she was going to fuck him. She hadn’t had sex in a while, so I was fine with her getting the dust knocked off her pussy, but it wasn’t going any further than that.
I knew he had been to jail before but didn’t know the full story. It didn’t matter though. He wasn’t going anywhere near my sister again. Kelsi was going to be with a good dude, not some nigga who was going to be in and out of prison.
After I was done with class for the day, I went home to wait for Kelsi. I needed to talk to her about Trent. About three hours later, she finally came through the door.
“Hey, Nelli,” she greeted me.
“Hey, Kels. How was work?”
“It was pretty good. I’m glad to be home though.”
I told her to come sit down so we could chat.
“Has Trent been in contact with you?”
“No, he hasn’t. Why?”
I explained to her how I didn’t want her dealing with him because of the type of dude he was. She assured me that he was just a friendly fuck and nothing more. I believed her, but something told me I was going to have to have this discussion with her again. True enough, my sister was grown, but niggas like Trent were manipulative. Kelsi wasn’t used to his type, and I didn’t want her to get used to it. She needed a man who was just as square as she was.
“I appreciate you looking out for me, Nelli. I promise you I have no intentions on dating Trent. I doubt I ever see him again, and if I do, it would just be to fuck. That nigga got some good dick, and his head game is even better.”
“I’m fine with you just fucking him. However, in no shape, form, or fashion are you to get in a relationship with him. Understood?”
“Yes, mother.” Kelsi laughed.
Kelsi: One month later
Ring… ring… ring…
“This is Kelsi,” I answered my phone.
“Look at you, sounding all professional and shit. Sounds sexy!”
“Thank you, I guess. Umm… who is this?”
“Damn, you forgot my voice already? Guess that’s my bad for taking so long to call you. This Trent, Santi’s cousin.”
“Oh, wow! I’m surprised to hear from you. How are you?”
I gave Trent my number last month before he left. After he didn’t call, I assumed what we did was a hit and quit type of situation and didn’t think about him anymore. At least I tried not to. Every now and then, I would think about his fine ass. The things he did to my body should be against the law. He fucked me in every position he could think of. My pussy had never been that wet before. I’d always heard the girls in college say thugs fucked better. I could see they were right.
“Kelsi? You there?” Trent asked, knocking me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry about that. I was reading an important email,” I lied.
“Oh, OK. How you been though? I been thinking about you.”
“Really? Thought you had forgotten about me since I haven’t heard from you.”
“That’s my bad. Been had a lot going on. I didn’t forget about you though. Matter fact, what you doing this weekend? Santi coming up there to see yo’ sister. I could ride with him.”
My pussy thumped after hearing that shit. I wanted to scream hell yeah, but I had to slow my roll. Janell made it clear that she didn’t want me with Trent. Even though I was grown, I respected my sister’s opinion.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. Let me check my schedule, and I’ll let you know.”
“OK, baby. Let me know ASAP.”
“I will.”
Soon as I got off the phone with him, I called Nelli. I hoped like hell she was cool with it. With all the stress I’d been under from work, I needed a release. True enough I had a dildo, but i
t couldn’t do the things Trent could.
“’Sup, Kels?” Nelli answered.
“You busy?”
“Nah, what’s up?”
“Trent called me. He wants to come up here with Santi this weekend. I didn’t give him an answer yet though.”
“Why not? Don’t you want to see him?”
“I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it.”
She told me she was fine with me hanging out with him from time to time. She just didn’t want me in a relationship with him. That was fine with me. With my career just taking off, I honestly didn’t have time for a relationship. We agreed to meet at Applebee’s for dinner and then got off the phone.
I tried my best to focus on my work, but it was hard. Thoughts of Trent bending me over, pounding my pussy flooded my mind. I imagined his long, thick dick going in and out of me. The more I thought about him fucking my brains out, the more my pussy gushed. My juices soaked through my panties so bad that I decided to take the rest of my work home. There was no way I was going to be able to focus with my panties being this wet.
While I was on the way home, I called Trent to let him know everything was a go for this weekend. He sounded like he was as excited to see me as I was to see him. Well, technically, it wasn’t me that was excited. It was my pussy. When I got home, I pulled out my bullet and brought myself to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Trent
A nigga had been going through some shit lately. I hit a couple licks with one of my homies and damn near got caught. We robbed a local grocery store. After a certain time, the manager was usually there by himself. My homie assured me that we would be in and out with no problem. Since he had been doing some robberies around the area without getting caught, I took his word for it.
At first things were fine. We went in, made the manager open the safe, tied him up, then started getting money. Shit was sweet till we noticed somebody else was in the store. We weren’t sure if the lady called the police or not, so we took the money we had already gotten and hauled ass. While we were running, we heard sirens in the distance. The shit blew me. Had we waited another minute, our asses would have been in jail.
Even though we had masks on, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was still a way I could be identified. Going back to jail was something a nigga couldn’t do, so I decided to get out of town for a few days. Most of my family was in Georgia, but going back there wasn’t the move. As I was thinking, Santi hit me up letting me know he was going to Bama for the weekend. That was when Kelsi popped in my head.
I hadn’t talked to her since I left her house that time. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to; a nigga was just on the move. Going to Bama for the weekend sounded like a good ass plan, so I hit Kelsi, asking if I could come visit. Though she told me she was going to let me know for sure, I knew she was going to let me come see her. I knew for a fact none of those Bama niggas could beat that pussy up like I did. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she hadn’t had any dick since we saw each other.
Two days later
The rest of the week went by quick because I was out getting money. Going out of town with no money wasn’t me. I needed money to ball out, no matter where I went. Friday came, and I was beyond ready to get the hell out of Mississippi. Santi and I hit the road about five that evening. I sent Kelsi a text this morning, letting her know I was excited about seeing her. That wasn’t something I would usually do, but she seemed like the type that liked shit like that.
Santi dropped me off at Janell and Kelsi’s crib when we got in town. Janell was still at work, so he was going to chill with her until she got off. I sent Kelsi a text letting her know I was outside, and she replied telling me the door was open. When I got in her room, my eyes couldn’t believe the sight before me. Kelsi was lying on her bed, butt ass naked. She was lying on her side, so I was able to get a good view of her thick thighs and those big ass titties she had. I still didn’t believe them bitches was real, but I took her word for it.
“Welcome back to Tuscaloosa, Mr. Trent,” she told me.
“Damn! It’s like that? Maybe I need to come to Bama more often.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Let me go take a shower right quick,” I told her.
“Take your time. I’ll be waiting.”
I just knew I was going to have to get her high before we had sex again. She might have smoked before I got here, or maybe her green ass had some freak in her after all. Either way, once I got out the shower, I was knocking that pussy out the frame.
Trent
Rather than just staying the weekend with Kelsi like I planned, I ended up staying a week. I told her I wasn’t ready to leave because I was enjoying her company, but that wasn’t the complete truth. My cousin called and told me the police had been around our neighborhood, questioning people about that robbery we did. Though the word was they didn’t have any suspects, I wasn’t taking any chances. I needed to hide out here as long as I could.
The longer I stayed in Tuscaloosa, the more I liked it. Not only was there more stuff here to do, but I could also move freely around the city without worrying about the police. I came to the realization that staying here would be worth my while, so I decided to talk to Kelsi about it.
“Hey, beautiful.” I greeted Kelsi when she came in from work.
“Hey, handsome. How are you?”
“I’m good. Come here and let me rub your feet. You look like you had a long day.”
I took her purse from her, set her down on the bed, and started massaging her feet. Touching somebody’s feet was new to me. Before I met Kelsi, I wouldn’t dare touch a chick’s feet. Something about it was nasty to me. Kelsi was different though. As hard as she worked, she deserved shit like this. Besides, I had already eaten her pussy on the first night. I might as well rub her feet.
I listened to Kelsi tell me about her day for a few minutes before telling her about me moving here.
“Think I wanna stay out here,” I told her.
“Like for good?”
“Yeah, if that’s OK with you. We could get our own place.”
“So… we would be living together as friends?”
Now this was the part of the conversation I didn’t think about. She was fishing, tryna see if we were gonna be in a relationship or not. Kelsi was cool and all, but I couldn’t do the “r” word. I was the type of nigga that liked variety. I didn’t see myself going through life with one woman. Telling Kelsi that shit would give me a one-way ticket back to Mississippi. If I wanted to stay out of jail, I had to play her game.
“I was thinking we could be more than friends. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love kickin’ it wit’ you. I wanna see where this goes. What you think?”
“Wow, Trent. I don’t know what to say. I would love to see where things go. As far as you moving here, I need to talk to Janell first. We would have to live here till we found our own place. I need to see if she’s OK with that.”
“That’s understandable. Just let me know. I’m ’bout to go run you a hot bath. What you want for dinner?”
“We can order a pizza. I don’t feel like cooking.”
“That’s fine.”
While she was in the tub, I ordered the pizza and hit Santi up. I needed him to make sure Janell told Kelsi it was cool for me to move up here. He told me he would try, but it would be hard. Evidently, Janell told Kelsi she didn’t want her in a relationship with me. I couldn’t even be mad about that. If I had a sister with a good head on her shoulders like Kelsi, I wouldn’t want her with a nigga like me either. I would want her with a lawyer or some shit. This plan was going to take a little more work than I thought.
The next day
Rather than sitting on pins and needles, waiting for Kelsi to talk to Janell, I decided to talk to her myself. I was playing the game with Santi when she came in from work.
“What’s up, y’all?” she greeted us.
“Hey, baby,” Santi replied.
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�What’s good, Nelli? Let me holla at you a minute.”
“What’s up?”
“I talked to Kelsi yesterday about me wanting to move to Tuscaloosa. I also told her I wanted us to try and be in a relationship.”
The look in her eyes let me know she wasn’t feeling the shit at all. That was why I wanted to get to her before Kelsi did. She was definitely on the verge of saying no. Hell no more than likely.
“I know how you feel about her being with a nigga like me.”
“Trent, let’s be real here. What do you want with my sister? She isn’t one of the hoes or hoochies you used to dealing with. So why do you want her? You trying to use her as your way out the streets or something?”
Damn, when Santi said this shit wasn’t going to be easy, he wasn’t playing. Janell was over here reading my ass like a book. The little conversation I had going into this situation was gone. I started to say fuck it, pack my bags, and go back to Mississippi. The thought of going back to jail stopped me though.
“I’m dealing with her because she isn’t one of these hoes or hoochies I’m used to dealing with. I need a good woman, somebody who don’t see me as a street nigga.”
“Cute, but I’m not buying it.”
“And to answer your question, yeah, I see her as my way out the streets, but in a good way. She the type of woman that makes me want to do right. I’ll get a job and get us set up in our own crib. Give me a couple months. Hell, I don’t even need that long to show you I can do right by her.”
She looked over at Santi. He told her to give me a chance then kissed her on the cheek.
“Two months, Trent! My sister got one time to come to my crying about some bullshit, and that’s your ass. Oh, and Santi, since you vouching for him, that’s your ass if he fucks up.”
“I’m not gonna fuck up. I ’preciate this, Nelli.”
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