see you later today. You make sure you take ya ass straight home.”
I rolled my eyes, grinnin’. “Whatever, nigga.”
He kissed me on the lips. “Yo, you know you got my dick hard, right?”
Chanel called me on my cell. “Bitch, where the fuck you at?” I asked, lookin’ around for her.
“I’m on my way out now. I couldn’t get to the bathroom without some nigga tryna get all up in my ear.”
I sucked my teeth. “Bring ya ass on.” I hung up when I spotted her comin’ outta the door.
“So, I’ma see ya tomorrow, aiight,” Grant said as Chanel was approachin’ us.
“Yeah,” I said.
Chanel walked up and spoke to him. “Hey, Grant.”
“What’s good, Chanel?”
“Not a thing,” she said, smilin.’ She looked over at me. “So, Grant…tell me. When you gonna bag this chick here?” she asked, flickin’ her thumb over at me. “I told you her wild ass needs a nigga like you to tame her.”
He laughed. “I don’t know. You gotta ask her that. She act like she all scared ’n shit.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “Scared of what? And don’t ya’ll be talkin’ like I ain’t standin’ here.”
He smiled, lookin’ down at his crotch. “You know what it is.”
“Oh, whatever,” I said, laughin’. “Don’t gas ya’self.”
Chanel chimed in, “You know she likes to get beat, right?”
“Oh, word?”
“Nigga, believe that shit if you want. Chanel’s drunk ass’ll have you catchin’ a bullet.”
“Oh, shit, you’d really shoot me, huh?” he asked, laughin’.
“Yep,” I said. “Right after I finished wettin’ ya dick up.” Chanel and Grant started laughin’ like they thought that was the funniest shit they heard all night. Humph. Little did they know, I was laughin’ with ’em, but I was dead-ass.
“Yo, baby,” he said, pullin’ me into him. “You funny as hell.” He kissed me again. “You ain’t ever gotta worry ’bout me puttin’ my hands on you; I ain’t with that shit.” He leaned into my ear, and whispered, “But I will spank that ass with this dick.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I said, laughin’. “Chanel, let’s get outta here.”
He peeped his boy talkin’ to some chick. “Yo, nigga, will you come on.”
“Hold up, give me a minute,” dude said, flippin’ open his cell and handin’ it to the chick so she could put her number in. I ain’t gonna front, the nigga was fine; not as fine as Grant, but he could still get it.
Grant shook his head. “This nigga. Check it, meet me at the ride. I’ma walk my peoples to her ride.” Dude nodded his head. Grant wrapped his arm ’round me while Chanel walked a few steps in back of us. Her cell rang.
“Hello?” we heard her say. “Nigga, where the hell you think I’m at?” I grinned, knowin’ it was Divine. “I told you I was goin’ out with Kat…Yes, I did…Whatever…No, I’m stayin’ the night…Yes…No, Divine…I’ma be home sometime in the afternoon…Whatever, Divine…okay, aiight. I heard you…” She hung up. “Ugh, that nigga makes me sick.”
I craned my neck, glancin’ at her over my shoulder. “Yeah, right,” I said. “You love that nigga.”
“Whatever,” she said, suckin’ her teeth. “You worry ’bout gettin’ some love in your life.”
“Yo,” Grant said, smilin’. “I’ma take care of that.”
“Please do,” Chanel said.
When we got to the parkin’ garage, I unlocked the door for Chanel. Grant waited for her to get in, then pulled me into him, squeezin’ my ass and kissin’ me.
“Yo, make sure you take ya ass straight home,” he said, kissin’ me again. “I don’t wanna haveta fuck nobody up.”
“Whatever,” I said. “You make sure you take ya ass home.”
“You got that,” he said, kissin’ me again. He opened the car door for me and waited for me to get behind the wheel. He looked over at Chanel and was gettin’ ready to speak, but her ass was already knocked out. “Get home safe.”
“You, too,” I said, startin’ the engine, then backin’ out. I tapped the horn as I drove by, then made my way back to Jersey with thoughts of Grant comin’ through later on in the day. Yeah, this nigga was tryna have a bitch fall for ’im. I just hoped he was ready, ’cause I was tryna play for keeps. I took a deep breath, turned on the CD player, and listened to Aretha Franklin sing “The Tree of Life.” And for some reason, after hearin’ the
Erykah Badu’s “Bag Lady” was playin’ in the background and Grant and I had just finished blazin’ our third blunt. He had come through earlier in the afternoon, like he said he would. And after diggin’ my back out lovely, we were loungin’ ’round chillin’. I couldn’t front, things between us were really startin’ to feel right ’n shit. But I didn’t wanna jinx shit by gettin’ all excited too quick. I was tryna play it cool and keep shit cute. I was really diggin’ his ass. But the nigga wasn’t my man, and I wasn’t sure if that’s what I really wanted. A part of me did, but then there was that part of me that was scared. Not of him, but of what I’d do if he turned out to be another nigga tryna play me. I really think a bitch would go postal for real. The nigga’s dick game was so damn tight that I knew, without a doubt, that I could really get caught in him. And that shit had a bitch on edge; almost nervous. I’m not sure if it was my heart, my head, or my pussy talkin’, but whichever it was, I knew if I gave in to the feelin’s that were slowly startin’ to stir inside of me and the nigga turned out to be on some other shit, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight. My gut told me he was a good man, but what I couldn’t figure out was if the nigga was a cheatin’ man.
Anyway, as long as we kept shit the way it was, there was no stress and no pressure. I played my position, and allowed him to play his. If the nigga was fuckin’ someone else, then so be it. He wasn’t my man. So he could slay whoever he wanted. I wasn’t beat ’cause I didn’t see or hear ’bout it. He claimed he was just servin’ me the dick, but I had heard that shit before so it didn’t really hold much weight with me. Although I didn’t have a reason not to trust him, I still kept my eyes and ears open for any signs of him tryna get slick. So far, there were none. But I was gonna give it more time. Most niggas showed they asses within the first three to six months. So I was gonna see how shit played out. But on some real shit, who was I to feel some kinda way ’bout him slayin’ another bitch’s pussy when I was still waxin’ the muhfuckas I was murkin’. I ain’t gonna front, I was really startin’ to fall for the nigga, and I could tell the nigga was diggin’ me, too. But like I said, I didn’t really wanna rush into nothin’. I was cool with how things were flowin’ with us, and I didn’t really wanna complicate shit; not yet anyway.
“So you still not lookin’ for a man?” he asked, leanin’ over and kissin’ me lightly on the lips.
“Not today,” I said, grinnin’. “Check back tomorrow.”
“Yeah, aiight.” He grinned back, pullin’ me into his arms. He slid his tongue in my mouth. Damn, the nigga’s tongue game was right. My pussy started gettin’ wet. “Keep playin’ with me.” He kissed me a few more times, then pulled away. “Dig, one of my mans is gettin’ married at the end of the month and I want you on my arm.”
I smiled. “So you ready to show me off to ya peeps now, hunh?”
“No doubt,” he said, leanin’ over and peckin’ me on the lips again. “You my baby; fuck all that shit you be talkin’ ’bout you ain’t ready for a man ’n shit.”
“I wanna take it slow.”
“I hear you,” he said, rubbin’ the side of my face. “There’s no rush, baby. Big daddy got all the time ya pretty ass needs.”
I smiled. “You sure ’bout that?”
“No doubt, baby.”
“Well, I’d be honored to be on ya arm to let them hoes know what a real dime looks like.”
He laughed. “That’s what it is. His bachelor’s party is this weekend so I’ma be outta town with my boys.”
“Hmmm. When you leavin’?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. You make sure you don’t be lettin’ none of them stripper hoes wet ya dick,” I said, actin’ like I was really pressed.
“Nah, baby. The only one I want wettin’ this dick is you, real talk. You make sure you keep these niggas out here outta ya grill while I’m gone.”
“Oh, please. I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout none of them whack-ass niggas.”
