twenty-first century? And if it’s her man, she needs to be swallowing every drop of that dick milk. It does the body and face good!”
I laugh, replaying the conversation in my head.
There’s no stat info, no pic, nothing that would make me want to reply back. I delete, and move onto the next.
I have no idea who this nigga is. I stare at the screen, trying to figure out who it might be. The email address, [email protected], doesn’t ring a bell. I go into my folders. Search through the emails I’ve saved of niggas who sent pics of their dicks, torsos, or full bodies. There’s no one with that email saved in the folder so I delete.
My cell rings. The special ring tone lets me know it’s Jasper calling. I sigh. Not sure if it’s out of relief or regret. I mean, a part of me is relieved that he is saving me from myself. Then there’s that part of me that wants to ignore the call. That feels like he is disrupting my secret moment. Damn him! I glance at the time on the laptop, getting up to retrieve my phone from off the bed.
“Yo, what’s good wit’ ya sexy-ass?”
I smile. “You,” I say, deleting the remaining twenty-eight emails.
“It better be.” I suck my teeth, sighing. He laughs. “What you up to?”
“Nothing.” I fake a yawn. “Resting; that’s about it. Did you
“Yo, don’t start ya shit, Pasha.”
“How am I starting shit?” I ask, coyly. “I only asked you a question.”
“Yeah, aiiight. Play stupid, yo.”
I don’t know why I feel like fucking with him when I hate it when he does the shit to me. Oh, well. “How is asking you if you went to work playing stupid? Help me understand that. All I want to know is how my man’s day was.”
He sucks his teeth. “Whatever, yo. Yeah, I
“And did you have a good day?”
“Yo what the fuck, man?” he huffs, sounding agitated. “Yeah, I had a good day. Damn.”
“That’s good,” I say sarcastically, opening a new email. Still nothing worthy of a response. I delete it, then get up from the computer and lay across the bed.
No response.
“Why are you getting all quiet on me?”
“Yo, you always gotta try ’n be on some extra shit.”
“How you figure?”
“Nothing,” he snaps. Felecia is calling in. I tell him to hold on, then click over.
“Hey, girl, I gotta call you back. I’m on the phone with Jasper.”
“Oh, aiight. Tell him I said hey. You still up for drinks?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, deciding going out is probably the best thing for me to keep me from going out on the prowl tonight. “Let’s meet in an hour.” We hang up. I click back over. “Okay, I’m back.”
“Yo, who the fuck you clickin’ over for?” I tell him it was Felecia. Tell him she wants to go out for drinks. “On a Wednesday night? Where at?” I tell him where. He grunts. In my mind’s eye, I can see his jaws tightening. “What, ya’ll goin’ to meet up wit’ some niggas?”
I suck my teeth. “What kinda shit is that? Nigga, please. Meeting up with a nigga is the last thing on my mind.” Oh, okay, I’m lying. Well, partially. Shit, I’m not interested in meeting up with a nigga at a damn bar. Meeting his ass in a dark alley, an empty parking garage, or even a park, perhaps, might work. But not in a public social setting. “Besides,” I continue, “I got a man, and so does Felecia.”
“And? What’s that got ta do wit’ shit?”
“I guess nothing. If you don’t know, then neither do I.”
“Yeah, okay. Keep it up, aiight. You gonna have me go in ya mouth, word up.”
I laugh. “Yeah, right. The only thing you gonna have go in my mouth is that black dick, and that thick creamy nut, nigga.”
“Aye, yo,” he says, lowering his voice. I knew saying that shit would calm him down, for the moment at least. Anything that has to do with me fucking or sucking him does the trick all—well,
I hear the doorbell, but think I am dreaming. It isn’t until I hear heavy banging and my cell phone ringing at the same time that I realize it’s real; that I am not stuck in LaLa Land. I jolt up in bed, glancing at the clock. 11:18 P.M. I reach for my cell. Look at the screen and answer, getting off the bed to see who is banging on my door like they’ve lost their fucking mind. I can’t believe I fell asleep on top of the covers, with my clothes still on, like that. “Hurry up and come open the door,” Jasper says the minute I pick up.
“Open the door? That’s you downstairs banging like that?”
“Yeah, who else you think it’s gonna be?”
I frown. “Nigga, how the hell I know? Why you think I didn’t get up to answer it?”
“Yeah, aiight. Well, hurry up and get down here.” Just like that, he hangs up. What the hell is he doing here when I told him I was going out with Felecia?
“What in the world are you doing here this time of night?” I ask, swinging the door open. I step back as he hurriedly walks in. “Who’s that outside?”
The minute I shut the door, he starts removing all of his clothes. “Yo, I only got thirty minutes, so we don’t have time for a buncha chit-chat.” He tells me he slid one of the night counselors a hundred-dollars to let him slip out. He tells me he has to be back in by twelve-thirty. That the nigga outside is one of his man’s.
“Are you crazy? Nigga, you trying to get your ass locked back up.” It’s a comment, more of a statement, than a question.
“No, I’m tryna get some pussy and you wasting time wit’ a buncha questions. Take them fuckin’ clothes off,” he says, pressing me up against the door. “You already know what it is.”
“Nigga, you’re crazy.”
“Yeah, for ya sexy-ass. Now take these muhfuckas off ’fore I tear ’em off of you.” He starts pulling at my shirt, and tugging at my jeans. He unbuttons them, then gets down on his knees and yanks my pants down around my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them out of the way. He pulls my panties over to the side and begins licking and kissing on my pussy. I let out a soft moan, grabbing his head. I throw one leg up over his shoulder, giving him full access to my slippery slit.
Within moments of his tongue-assault on my clit and slit, I pump my hips and fuck his face, mouth, and tongue until I feel my first wave of orgasms washing over me. Jasper quickly stands up with his lips glazed with cum and begins kissing me. I reach down and start grabbing at his hard dick, sucking my juices from his lips and tongue. He quickly lifts me up by the hips, then reaches up under me and slaps his dick up against the back of my pussy before pushing the head in. Neither of us says a word as his cock and my cunt make music. Smacking and sloshing in between low, deep moans and guttural grunts and groans are the only sounds heard. I have my fingers
