“Yeah, he got busted wit’ a whole lotta dope A couple of kilos if I remember correctly,” Bri admitted. “Yo, I’m just glad I didn’t get caught in that mess. My parents would have killed me. They didn’t send me way down here to school to become a drug dealer’s girlfriend. Shit, I could save they ass the tuition and did that shit back home.”
“Word,” Tone groaned. “I hear you.”
Bri continued, “I ain’t gonna lie. It really goes down out here. I ain’t just talkin’ about the drugs. I’m talkin’ about the shootings and killings too. These b-more streets are like the wild wild west.”
To her the streets were wild. To Tone the streets were typical. He was in his element. This was his domain. He spoke the language of the streets fluently, violence.
“Oh really?” he said aloud. “You think New York is a joke? Ma, it’s goin’ down everywhere. No disrespect, I ain’t worried about none of that shit you talkin’.”
Bri replied, “No, its cool. I’m not sayin’ you can’t hold ya own. I was just tryin’ to put a bug in ya ear.”
“Good lookin’ out,” Tone acknowledged her.
Tone tried not to take her comment personally. After all, she didn’t know him. Bri didn’t know how he got down in the streets. She was just like everyone else, they didn’t know what he did until he did it to them. With that thought, he shook off the irritation that the conversation caused him. There was no need to get mad at Bri for her so-called good intentions.
Momentarily, Bri took her eyes off the road and glanced into the rearview mirror. Her eyes met Tone’s. He gave her a serious look, which she returned. Neither person said anything. On that subject, what else was there to say?
That's why God made guns, Tone found himself thinking. It was a saying his deceased friend was fond of saying. God made guns for wild niggas, hot blocks and hostile environments like Baltimore, Maryland.
He went back to looking out the window and eating his food. Bri’s horror story about her boyfriend had done little, if anything, to deter Tone from hustling on the streets. Instead of being scared off by the danger, he thought the fate that befell her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t happen to him. Tone focused on all the money he could possibly make. He had a vested interest in making this situation work for him.
“I’m ready to go home now,” Sonya stated, interrupting his thoughts.
“Me, too,” Tone added. “I seen enough for tonite. Tomorrow’s another day.”
“Good,” Sonya said, clearly frustrated. “Bri, drive to ya house so we can drop you off.”
Bri nodded her head in response. The car fell silent for a few minutes as Sonya continued to enjoy Tone’s company in the backseat.
“Baltimore, the city that reads,” Tone mocked a sign he saw at a nearby bus stop.
“Niggas out here call it, the city that bleeds, Bri retorted.
By the time they arrived at Sonya’s off-campus apartment, she was already hot and bothered. Soon as they closed the apartment door, the couple engaged in a long, deep sensual kiss. Sonya’s hands were like an octopus, roaming freely over every inch of his body. She gripped his rock hard dick with one hand, while unfastening his belt buckle with the other. All the touching and kissing was a lead-up to more serious matters.
“Chill,” Tone cautioned his girlfriend as he felt his pants becoming undone. “Yo, I need to hit dat shower real quick. That bus ride got me sticky.”
Sonya didn’t like the idea of postponing their sex, not even for a few minutes. But since it was a hygiene issue she understood.
“Lemme get you a clean washcloth and a towel,” she told him.
She returned quickly with a big, fluffy white towel and a matching washcloth.
“The bathroom is in the back, first door on ya right,” she explained, handing the things to Tone.
“Thanks,” Tone said, with a devious look in his eyes.
“Don’t take long.” Sonya warned. “I been waitin’ on you all day.”
“Then a few more minutes won’t kill you,” Tone shot back.
Although she wanted to join him in the shower, Sonya made no move to follow her lover, instead she watched him disappear down the hallway, into the bathroom. Seductively, she bit her bottom lip with a nasty grin on her face.
“I won’t,” Tone promised as he closed the bathroom door.
Sonya entered her bedroom and went to open her top dresser drawer. She put on a t-shirt, minus the bra, and sexy lace hot pink boy shorts on, then returned to the living room and waited for Tone to exit the shower.
“How was ya shower,” Sonya asked.
“Good money,” he admitted. “A nigga really needed that. Yo, I was sticky as a motherfucka. Word!”
Tone headed straight toward Sonya, bare-chested and naked, except for the white towel that donned his waist. This was the first time today that Sonya could fully admire his chiseled physique. His well-defined upper torso glistened with small beads of water. Walking straight into Sonya’s arms, the lovers picked up where they had left off.
Their lips locked in a kiss as their tongues swirled inside each other’s mouths. After a few passionate minutes of that, Tone maneuvered his lips from her mouth to her neck area. She trembled as the hot, wet, tingling sensation of his tongue traveled down her spine. Sonya threw her head back, exposing more of her neck. The good feeling was going directly to her head. Her body hadn’t felt this aroused in months. All she wanted was for Tone to continue to touch her, keeping up the foreplay. Sexually she was his for the taking.
Tone placed his hand near Sonya’s private area. Her legs quickly spread to give him full access to her vagina. He rubbed her clit through the thin material, discovering just how wet Sonya was at the moment.
