“You know Dewayne. He’s probably just pissed that I haven’t come home yet.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Rye, you know---”
“Ma, if you’re gonna revisit what happened between me and Tori, then I don’t want to hear it. That’s not my fault and I’m not about to allow somebody to make that my fault. If anything, Dewayne should’ve been picking up the phone to rectify his actions. He put his hands on me, which makes him no better than Tori. But not only does he not bother apologizing, but he takes my car? If there was a chance that I was gonna move past this, it’s out the window now. And why are you letting this happen?”
“Wait, let me stop you there. I’m not letting anything happen. As you know that me and Dewayne are not married. So, there’s several things I have no control over. Your car is in his name, and up until this month, he’s being paying the notes. So, legally there’s nothing we can do about him taking his property back. Now, this apartment…he can’t touch. Even if he did go to the office and take his name off the lease, nothing would change. All three of our names are on the lease, so we’re good. But the car…you might have to take it as a loss, at least until he cools down.”
“Cool down?” Rye sucked her teeth. “You think I’m worried about him cooling down? Fuck him from here on out. I’m not about to let him treat me like a red-headed step-child. That was my car, and he’s wrong for taking it. He’d never take DeAndra’s car. You and I both know that. And that’s what hurts the most. He’s showing me how he really feels about me. So, I’m done. Now, you tell him to take that car and shove it up his ass. Cause Ion need shit from him.”
***
“What’s up, bro?”
Jaylen smiled, as he clasped hands with his boy, Yan. They’d graduated from TSU together and had been hanging tough since their freshmen year of college. At one point, Jaylen had a home in the hood, which had been passed down to him from his father. It was then that Jaylen had one of the best party houses around that they affectionately coined the ‘stable’. After college, Jaylen decided to rent out the home, and was now living in the burbs in a cozy four-bedroom two-story home. Therefore, the chill spot had changed, but everyone still called Jaylen up when they wanted to know where’s the party at. And this was the exact reason that Yan had decided to pull up. He had his girl with him, and she’d brought a friend. If nothing else, Yan knew that Jaylen would entertain the chick, especially since she was a looker.
“Nothing, man. I was just chilling,” Jaylen yawned, as Yan, his girl Simone, and her unknown light skinned friend crossed his threshold.
“Hey, Jaylen,” Simone spoke. “This is my girl, Dee.”
“What’s up?” Jaylen spoke, as he openly looked Dee up and down. She was tall, high-yellow, petite, with a nice round ass for her physique. She was very easy on the eye, with her sandy brown and honey blonde streaked hair, resembling a young thin Beyonce. “And how you doing, Ms. Dee?”
Dee smiled lightly. “Fine.”
Jaylen nodded. “That’s cool. Yall can have a seat. Get comfortable, man.”
Dee glanced around the home in astonishment. After Yan had explained that Jaylen was a young bachelor, she was expecting his pad to be reflective of that. Instead his home was impeccably decorated with posh furniture pieces while the interior of the home resembled the style of a high-rise condo. Everything was sleek and modern.
“I love this house,” she couldn’t help but admit.
Jaylen graciously smiled. “Thank you.”
Collectively, they all sat on his white sectional and Dee ended up right next to him.
“Yeah, Jaylen, I told my girl that you was just twenty-three and on your shit, but she didn’t want to believe me,” Simone offered.
Dee waved her girl off. “It wasn’t even like that.”
Jaylen coolly grinned. “It’s all good. How old are you, lil’ mama?”
Dee frowned. “Why’d you ask that out of nowhere?”
“Cause you look young,” Jaylen stated bluntly. He wasn’t trying to catch a statutory charge.
“Well, I’m eighteen, which means that I’m legal.”
Jaylen cut his eyes at her, not sure if he believed her. “I don’t know about that. Let me see your ID.”
She frowned. “Are you serious?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Simone and Yan laughed together.
“She’s legal, Jaylen. We go to school together,” Simone spoke up. “She’s a freshmen, and we club together. Trust me, she’s of age.”
Jaylen nodded, appreciative of her bringing clarity to the situation. “Okay, I guess I’ll accept that.”
Dee giggled, as she shook her head.
“Bae, come talk to me upstairs, right quick,” Yan urged, while tapping Simone’s thigh. She knew what it was. They’d come by because neither of them had their own place, and Jaylen was always cool about letting them chill in one of his rooms.
Simone nodded, before they both stood up.
Dee watched them, as they ascended the stairs, leaving her completely alone with Jaylen’s fine ass. This was the one time that she was grateful to take one for the team. Glancing his way, she decided that she’d make her move. “So,” she uttered, scooting closer to him. “You graduated from TSU, huh?”
He cut his eyes at her, noticing her little move. Was she trying to fuck? “Yeah, and you go to LSU with Simone, huh?”
“Yep.”
“You’re from here or from Louisiana?”
“Here.”
He nodded. “How do you like being away from home in another state?”
Dee poked out her bottom lip. “It’s cool. I’m close enough to drive home, if I want to, but far enough to do whatever I want without my parents being all up in my mix.”
“I hear you. You must be cutting up out there in Baton Rouge.”
She giggled. “Not really. I party. That’s about it. The dudes out there haven’t really been my speed.”
“Why not?”
She shrugged. “It’s just something about a Houston nigga. And there’s a few out there going to school too, but none that can keep my interest.”
He lightly chuckled. “I can dig it. I know they be on you with ya cute ass.”
She blushed. “You think I’m cute?”
“Of course.”
“I can dig it,” she used his own line on him.
“Looking at you, you look like a problem. I bet that you be having your way with most niggas.”
She regarded him cautiously. “Could I have my way with you?”
He licked his lips. “I don’t know. Exactly what are you asking me?”
She looked him right in the eyes. “We’re grown. No need to front. I wanna see what’s up.”
A grin etched across Jaylen’s face. He liked her directness. “Okay, I think I got you now.” He eased off the couch, before grabbing her hand. “Come here. Let me show you something.”
Dee smiled mischievously. Coming there, she had no intentions of giving Jaylen the time of day. She was merely coming along, because her girl had asked. But Simone had failed to tell her just how gorgeous he was. In no shape or form was she an easy lay, but Jaylen seemed worth breaking all the rules.
Moments later, Jaylen lied at the head of his bed, watching her peel off her clothes. Her young ass wasn’t shy one bit, as she exposed her slim tight body. Her little hips were sharp, and her small round breasts were perky. Judging by the way she crawled into the bed seductively, he knew that she was a little cocky something, and he loved that shit.
Wasting no time, Dee pulled his drawstring shorts back, along with his boxers, exposing his hard-on. She practically salivated, as she saw what he was packing. He was larger than the other three guys she’d been with, but she was a big girl, and could handle anything thrown her way.
Gazing directly into his eyes, she stroked his dick.
Jaylen looked over her nakedness, deciding that she was sexy as fuck.
Seeing
the hunger in his eyes, she straddled him, and could feel the heat radiating from his body. Rolling her hips, she enticed him, as she felt herself moistening. Jaylen peered down at her perfectly shaven kitty, imagining the tightness. However, just as she was about to sit on him, it clicked. He’d been partaking in too much reckless behavior, which usually wasn’t him. He stood to lose too much to slide into a random without a glove.
“Wait,” he halted her. “Let me slide on a rubber, right quick.” He reached over to his nightstand and pulled open a drawer. Grabbing a Magnum, he quickly ripped open the package.
“Let me do that for you,” Dee offered, as she grabbed the condom. With precision, she slid the rubber onto his erection. She then gripped his shoulders, and lifted her ass, before sliding down onto his stiffness. Biting her bottom lip, she rolled her hips, while slowly bouncing up and down.
Jaylen tucked his lips into his mouth, as he allowed her to showcase her skills. It seemed like her little ass had a point to prove. Her small frame made his dick seem bigger than usual, as he watched her gallop up and down. Her boobs bounced around, catching his attention. Being assertive, she grabbed his head, and he drew a nipple into his mouth.
“Ooh,” she panted, as he swirled his tongue around.
Flicking his tongue, he caused her toes to curl. She popped her back a little harder, and he smacked her ass for encouragement.
“Uh-oh, go’on, slim. Ride that dick,” he moaned.
Dee took all the dick like a pro, until he flipped her over, and had her on her back. With her legs on his shoulders, he pounded into her. She bit her bottom lip, wanting him to know that she could hang. His balls loudly clapped against her ass, as she dug her nails into his back.
Against her will she let out a screech. “Owwwww!”
Jaylen smiled cockily, as he beat her tight pussy up. Soon her legs were shaking, while she gazed at him like he was some type of God.
“Why you looking at me like that?” he questioned, as his dick jerked inside of her.
She tucked her lips into her mouth, appearing innocent. “I was just thinking.”
He furrowed his brows. “Thinking what?”
“That I’ma have to take this trip back home with Simone more often.”
Chapter 12
Dee: What are you doing Jay-Leeen???
Jaylen: Not too much. What about you?
Dee: In Baton Rouge bored to death!
Jaylen: That’s messed up. Should’ve came out with Simone this weekend.
Dee: IKR? I def regret that.
Jaylen: Yea it’s cool. Always next time.
Dee: True. But I wish that I could see you now.
Jaylen: Me too.
Jaylen sent that last text, hoping for it to be an end to the conversation. Dee was cute and fun, so he had no issues with her, however, he’d already made plans for his weekend…which didn’t include her. So, throughout the week, he’d kept the texts short to prevent her from hinting at seeing him. Any other time, her coming through for a bit would’ve been cool, but he didn’t want to overbook, because if things happened as he’d planned, he’d have all the company he could handle.
Josairah had come through for him, getting Rye to agree to come to Amir’s penthouse soiree, but as the hours coasted by his faith was dwindling. It was already past midnight, and Rye had yet to show her face. Jaylen knew that in the next hour Josairah was going to call it a night. Usually, she could hang with the best of them, but she was pregnant now, which meant that she wasn’t smoking or drinking. So, the sober her wore a bitter face, as she watched everyone else get wasted. Thankfully, Jah had been doing an excellent job of keeping her distracted, feeling her up, and stalling for time. But Jaylen didn’t know how long that would last, as his cousin began to stagger drunkenly. It was just a matter of time before Jah himself would be announcing that they were headed home, because he needed his nightly dose of pussy.
Holding up the wall, Jaylen was tempted to go ask Josairah for the umpteenth time had she heard from Rye. It was driving him crazy to not get what he wanted. Rye’s ass was one difficult chick, but he wasn’t done exploring her layers. And until he decided that she wasn’t what he wanted…he couldn’t let go.
As usual, Amir Junior’s party was a hit. There were a few local celebrities in attendance, and beautiful chicks were everywhere he turned. Amir being a music producer definitely had its perks, but Jaylen couldn’t focus on any of that. The party raged on, as he became consumed with his thoughts.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself, as he stepped away from the wall. He began a stroll towards Josairah, just before she answered a call on her cell. That stopped him dead in his tracks, as he watched her cover her ear to hear better. When she stepped over to the front door, he didn’t have to wonder what was up. Her ass had finally shown up.
Backing up against the wall, he saw Rye and her stripper friend Lea step through the door. He wasn’t surprised to see Lea dressed like a hoe. That was her M.O. So, her sheer laced black floral printed dress was standard uniform. On the contrary, he felt that Rye was doing the most. Her hoe-shorts were over the top, as they left little to the imagination. The light blue denim shorts were too distressed, exposing all her thick thighs and hips. If that wasn’t enough, the damn shorts had slits on the side, accentuating her hips. The barely-there tube top, which vaguely covered her breasts made matters no better. It was Jaylen’s guess that she thought that she was classing up the look with the Chanel black and gold fanny pack, black gladiator gold spiked stilettos, and the long sheer black cardigan. Of course, her hair was done to perfection. The huge curls throughout the long flowing bundles gave off a glamorized appeal, and her baby hairs were laid. Her make-up was flawless…but still. She was doing too much.
He watched as Josairah introduced Rye and her friend to Amir and a few other friends. Amir then guided them over to the bar area, urging them to help themselves. Rye and her girl wasted no time pouring themselves shots of peach Cîroc.
Jaylen coolly bobbed his head to the music, figuring that they’d eventually make their way around the penthouse, and cross his path, especially since he was posted up right near the pool table.
Thirty minutes later, Rye had taken too many shots to the head to count, and was dancing to every song the deejay spun. Jaylen still hadn’t approached her, because he actually found excitement in watching her from afar. Yes, they’d clubbed together, and she’d cut loose a tad, but this night she was different. Perhaps it was because she was back in Houston and in her element. Nevertheless, confidence oozed from her, as she sexily danced on her girl, enticing every man in the room. She and Lea were too comfortable slapping each other’s asses, leading him to believe that they’d done some inappropriate things privately. Nonetheless, Rye was cutting up, and hadn’t glanced his way once.
“T-shirt and my panties on. T-shirt and my panties on. T-shirt and my panties on. Got my t-shirt and my panties on. Picture this. I’m in my bed. Body’s hot. Soaking wet…”
Hearing the song that was before her time, but also classic, Rye lost it. She dropped it low, before slow grinding to the beat. Rolling her hips, she still managed to hold onto her cup.
“Thinking about the things I like to do. I’m open wide when it comes to freakin’ you. Measure me. Wet as can be. Between my legs you’re tasting me. Boy, when you get here and all my love will overflow. And you aint got to worry about my clothes…”
Wobbling her ass, Rye sipped from her cup, exhibiting her expertise. Slowly, she shook her head side to side, causing her hair to bounce around. When she finally stood upright again, Lea proudly slapped her ass, before they leaned into one another, giggling their heads off. Eventually, Lea whispered something into Rye’s ear, before pulling her hand, guiding her in the direction of the pool table. On their journey, several guys grabbed their hands, but the girls brushed all the suitors off. They were about to stroll past Jaylen, until he smoothly grabbed Rye’s hand.
She spun around, prepared to go off, until she l
aid eyes upon his handsome face.
“Come here,” he commanded softly, pulling her away from Lea.
Rye rolled her eyes, as Lea stepped off with a smirk on her face. “What?” she inquired with tight lips.
Jaylen leaned down to speak directly in her ear. “Don’t act like that.”
“Nigga, please,” she snapped, twisting her neck. “Don’t tell me how to fuckin’ act. Go find your bitch and let me go.”
Suavely, he hooked an arm around her waist. “I don’t have a bitch, woman, or girlfriend. We’ve discussed this before, remember?”
She nodded. “And I guess you just leave your phone with random hoes, with your very single ass.”
He shook his head. “I had a friend named Alicia. She’s strictly a friend. Nothing serious. But for whatever reason she decided to touch my phone that day you called. I didn’t like that. I let her know that and haven’t spoken to her since.”
Rye pursed her lips. “Yeah, uh-huh. Okay, I got you.” She attempted to step away, but he held her closely.
“Nah,” he remained perched at her ear. “You must not be understanding where I’m coming from. I had Josairah to get you here. I been waiting all night for you to come here, and it aint cool if you aint trying to slide off with me tonight.”
Her clit thumped. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, cause I aint going nowhere with your dog ass.”
“Why you playing with me? You know you came hoping to see a nigga. I know you thought about how I keep that pussy dripping.”
“Nah,” she lied. “Not at all.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” he questioned, before slickly kissing her neck.
A chill shot up her spine. “Jaylen---”
“What’s up?” he whispered.
“Let me go. I didn’t come here to hold up with wall with you. I’m trying to catch a buzz and dance. That’s it.”
“Well, dance.”
She smirked. “Let me go first.”
“Uh-uh,” he refused.
“Last night I thought to back when we made good love. Listenin' to some Marvin Gaye
all night long. Now I want that old flame back. Make these moments once again comfort. So won't you, won't you, mmm. Do it for us, babe…”
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