“Ooooohhhh, you so salty,” Bri told her. “You hate when I rep my hood.”
Sonya replied, “No, I don’t. I heard this shit from you so many times… Don’t forget we lived together our freshman year of college. This conversation is gettin’ old.”
“You just mad cause Newark better than New York, that’s all,” Brianna fired back.
“Just drive bitch!” Sonya joked.
Tone found Sonya and her friend amusing. Underneath the playfulness he could tell that the two were close. In his book Bri was very hittable. So he immediately scratched Bri off his short list of chicks he wanted to fuck in Baltimore. He knew it would kill Sonya if he had sex with her friend.
Eventually the group conversation died down and Tone and Sonya were back in their own little world, communicating without saying a word. There was a touch here and a kiss there. It was the language of love that they were communicating to each other. Sonya was so head over heels in love with Tone. She was lost in his arms. She snuggled close to her man, inhaling his masculine scent.
Meanwhile, Brianna drove around downtown Baltimore aimlessly. She was content with playing the role of chauffeur, despite the fact that the lovey-dovey vibe inside the car was making her feel more than a little uncomfortable.
“Can’t y’all wait til y’all get home?” she remarked.
“Just shut up and drive Bri,” her friend told her.
Tone ignored the exchange as he busied himself with examining his girlfriend’s physical features. It was obvious that he liked what he saw. It was even more obvious that he was into her. Even Bri could see that as she looked at the lovers from time to time through the rearview mirror.
Lots of discreet touching of the private parts was exchanged between the couple in the backseat. They alternated between rubbing, squeezing and caressing each other’s private parts. Quickly Tone turned his attention to her breasts while stroking her inner thighs. The more Tone did it, the more sexually aroused Sonya became. In turn she gently rubbed his penis until it was rock hard and bulging out of his jeans. Sonya’s touch aroused him, but what really turned him on was that dreamy look in her eyes. The one that seemed to say that she was his for the taking. All of this seemed like foreplay to him, the calm before the storm. He couldn’t help but think how bomb the sex would be tonight.
Soon the aroma of food infiltrated the car. The scent reminded Tone just how hungry he was.
“Yo, Bri,” he began. “Pull over, I gotta get somethin’ to eat. I’m starvin’ like Marvin back here.”
Bri did as she was told and pulled the car smoothly to the curb. Sonya rose up from the backseat to check on their whereabouts. The neon lights and bright flashing signs advertised illicit businesses, peep shows, bars and strip clubs.
“Where we at?” Sonya wondered.
“The Block,” Bri replied. “Baltimore Street. I was tryin’ to give Tone a lil tour of the town, but obviously y’all weren’t payin’ attention. Too busy back there lovey-dovey.”
Bri was right, the couple hadn’t noticed a thing until now. It didn’t matter to them where they were or where they went, as long as they were together.
“Yo, this shit look like 42nd Street Time Square out here. All I see it bright lights, prostitutes, drug dealers, junkies and perverts. It’s goin’ down out here, huh?” Tone observed.
“You could say that again. But the food spot is right there,” Bri pointed. “Crazy John’s.”
Quickly both Tone and Sonya took note of the yellow restaurant sign and began to exit the car.
“You want somethin’ Bri?” Sonya asked before closing the car door.
“Yeah, you can get me a large order of fries,” Bri said. “I ate already.”
Sonya continued, “That’s it? Bitch ya greedy ass don’t want nuttin’ else?”
“Nah, I’m cool. I got some leftovers in the microwave,” she responded. “I’ll eat my food at home after y’all drop me off.”
After getting her friend’s order, Sonya closed the car door. She took hold of her boyfriend’s hand and together they walked to the fast food restaurant holding hands. Each time Tone held her hand, images flooded her mind of all the times they went out on dates in high school. Sonya couldn’t help but feel safe in Tone’s presence.
Men looked lustfully at Sonya as they walked down Baltimore Street. Tone mean mugged a few, those whom he felt stared too hard or too long at his girl. The look on his face said, she’s with me. One by one they got the message and diverted their stares elsewhere.
They entered Crazy John’s and quickly placed their order and paid for it. Then the couple returned to the car with multiple bags of food. After reclaiming their original seats, they began eating. Sonya handed over the fries to her friend. Slowly, Bri pulled the car back into traffic while enjoying her food.
As she nibbled on her French Fries, the scent of fast food begins to fill the car, getting Bri’s full attention.
“Damn, that cheeseburger smells good,” Bri commented. “Who eatin’ that?”
“Me,” Tone replied between bites of his burger.
“Don’t start that lemme get a bite shit. Ain’t nobody eatin’ behind ya nasty ass,” Sonya commented. “Bri, I asked you what you wanted and you said some fuckin’ fries.”
“I did,” Bri stated. “But that was then. I suddenly changed my mind when I smelt that burger.”
“You the worse, Bri, you can never make up ya mind,” Sonya added.
“I’ll tell you what. I gotta deal for you Bri,” Tone announced. “If you show me around the town, not downtown, but the hood, I’ll give you one of my burgers. How that sound?”
“That’s a bet,” Bri assured him. “Gimme my burger.”
Tone went in the bag and handed over the cheeseburger, but not before Sonya could interrupt.
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