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Authors: Kiki Swinson

Tags: #General Fiction, #cookie429, #Kat, #Extratorrents

A Sticky Situation (9 page)

“Probably till I bang out at least thirty grand.”

“Please be careful, because you know I won’t be any good if something happened to you while I was in here.”

“Just chill, mommie. Trust me, ain’t nothing gonna happen to me. Me and my peoples got this shit on lock. Ain’t nobody coming through here unless they got some dough to spend.”

“A’ight, but you know I’m gonna still be worried.”

“Look, I told you yesterday not to worry about me. I am straight and you are going to be straight too, as soon as you hit those bricks!”

“I know, baby, and I can’t wait either, because the first thing I am going to do is jump dead on that big dick of yours and fuck you till my pussy gets raw!”

“I ain’t gon’ give you no dick unless you promise me you gon’ give me a baby.”

“Are you going to marry me?”

“Come on now, man. What kind of question is that? You know I love your pretty ass!”

“Good, because I am trying to lock shit down when I come home! I ain’t trying to share you with no other bitches!”

“Samantha, you know can’t none of these bitches out here hold a candle to you. That’s why I don’t fuck with none of them.”

“So, you mean to tell me you ain’t fucked nobody since you been home?”

Before I answered her question, I thought about the consequences of telling the truth. I knew that if I told her I had, she would go the hell off, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She really meant that much to me. I figured I’d be better off lying. I mean, it wasn’t like she was going to find out about Maxine anyway. By the time Samantha came home, my relationship with Maxine was going to be over and I’d be free and clear. No drama and no worries. “Come on, now,” I finally said. “Haven’t we already been over this?”

“Yes, but you never give me a straight answer.”

“Well, the answer is no.”

“No, what?”

“No, Samantha, I haven’t fucked anybody since I’ve been home.”

“So, whatchu being doing then? Because I know how much you love pussy.”

“I’ve been beating my meat,” I lied. Somehow, I didn’t sound as convincing as I would have liked.

She came back at me and said, “Seth, you are lying and you know it!”

“A’ight, a’ight! I am going to be honest. I let this one chick suck my dick one time.”

“Who?” Samantha roared.

“I don’t remember her name.”

“So, you just let some total stranger suck your dick?”

“I wasn’t alone,” I said as my lies continued.

“Then who was with you?”

“It was me and my peoples chilling at his spot in Norfolk, and he had some stripper chick come by and hit him off with some pussy. And by the end of the night, she was sucking every nigga dick in the crib.”

“Oh my God! That is so nasty! Do you know you can catch a whole lot of shit letting nasty bitches like that put their mouth around your dick?”

“Sam, what kind of nigga you think I am? I didn’t let that bitch suck my dick in the raw! Every nigga in the whole spot had on condoms.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because all y’all niggas are nasty!” she snapped. “I know one thing, though.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“You better not let that shit happen again! I mean, I don’t ever want to hear about you fucking with no other bitches, or it’s going to be some serious problems.”

“Ahh, stop tripping! I am not thinking about none of these hoes out here.”

“Well, you better keep it like that, because I ain’t got nothing but three weeks and five days left. So I want shit to be right when I get out,” she warned me.

“And it will,” I assured her.

I also assured her that I would be getting her a new whip when she got out, too. I told her she was going to have to get it in her sister’s name, since she wouldn’t have a job coming out the gate. That was when Samantha started going on about how she had to have the new cherry M3. I gave her the OK and got nothing but giggles for the rest of the conversation. Before we hung up, she assured me that she was going to call me back by nine-thirty. I told her that would be fine.

After I hung up my phone, I looked up and saw Melody staring out of her window at me. I guessed that she had probably been watching me the whole time I had been sitting out here. When I walked into the house with the brown paper bag of dope in my right hand, I said, “I saw you watching me.”

“And, so what,” she replied with a slight grin and walked off into the direction of her bedroom. As she walked away from me, I looked straight at her round ass. That little-ass jean skirt she had on was sticking to her butt like glue.

Instead of making an issue about her response, I said, “You love wearing shit that’ll get my dick hard, huh?”

Melody stopped in her tracks and slightly turned in my direction. “Seth, I’ve been dressing like this long before I met you.”

I walked toward her. “So, who do you wear it for?”

“Myself.”

“I don’t believe that.” I stood within one inch of her. I could have easily kissed her if I wanted to, since I was dead in her face. I held my composure and waited for her to make the first move.

“Well, believe it.” She walked off once again.

“Why you keep walking away from me?” I wondered aloud and followed her.

“Whatchu want me to do? Just stand there so you can breathe in my face?”

“I want to do more than that,” I replied when I entered into her bedroom.

“Oh, really?”

We were both standing next to her bed. I sat the bag of dope on her dresser and shoved Melody right onto her bed. When she landed on her back, she gave me this exotic-ass look and spread her legs wide open. To see that she didn’t have on a stitch of panties blew my mind. The blood flow rushed to my dick, and it swelled up instantly.

“You know you playing with fire, right?” My dick was bulging through my pants while I stared at her petite, hairy pussy. The clit on that joint was nice and plump, and my dick wanted to get next to it.

“Don’t talk about it. Be about it.” Melody reached down to her pussy and started rubbing it.

Watching her play with that wet thang had my dick jumping. I knew that if I didn’t hurry up and slide my meat up in her and shove it in and out of her a few times, I was gon’ fuck around and waste a good nut right in my motherfucking pants. Without further hesitation, I unfastened my belt, dropped my jeans and boxer shorts, and stepped right out of them both.

“Come here, girl.”

I grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her skirt rolled underneath her butt so that it was out of my way, so I didn’t have to take it off. Right when I was about to slob homegirl down and give her a little bit of foreplay, my dick started dripping really bad with my pre-ejaculation cum. The shit was running like a faucet, so I immediately pushed all nine inches of my hard steel into her wet, juicy-looking coochie. After I pushed, pulled and gyrated my dick inside her about a good ten times in a row, I realized that I was working myself to death. Homegirl’s pussy hole was big as shit. It didn’t matter how much I grinded my dick in her, I wasn’t hitting a single wall in that joint, and I was getting frustrated like a motherfucker.

I told her to tighten her muscles up for me and she said, “I’m trying,” but that was a damn lie. All Melody did was make grunting sounds like she was doing something. It finally sunk in my head that this shit wasn’t going to work, and I came up with the solution to fuck her right in her butt.

“Turn over on your stomach,” I instructed her.

She did it with no problem. I pushed her skirt up a little bit more and then beat her ass cheeks with my dick. Her ass started jiggling around like a bowl of jelly. I started teasing her asshole with my tongue and then I poked my index finger in it.

“Oh my God! That shit feels soooo good!” Melody moaned, winding her ass around in a circular motion while I had her round, pretty, red ass cheeks spread apart. Juices from her ass were squirting out everywhere. The way she was bucking at me was like she was ready for me to run up in her.

I said, “You ready to take this dick in your ass?”

“Ahhhh yes, give it to me!” she begged.

I plunged my entire dick right in her ass and started going for what I knew. I pumped my shit in her for dear life and she handled it like a pro. Melody was a bonafide whore, and I believed she enjoyed that shit more than me. When it seemed like I was about to pull the head completely out, I would ram that shit right back up in her and she would scream out, “Oh yeah!” Word to life, I was ripping homegirl’s asshole apart and I wasn’t letting up. The way she talked shit to me while my dick slid in and out of her plump, red ass made the experience all the better, not to mention the feeling I got from all this.

What really fucked my head up, though, was when I started jerking. Melody knew my dick was about to explode because when I pulled out of her, she turned around, grabbed my dick, and started sucking on the head of it. My joint erupted like a motherfucking volcano.

“Ughhhhhh!” I moaned.

My eyes were closed as my body jerked. When I opened them, Melody was sitting upright in the bed with a great, big smile. There was no evidence of cum around her mouth, so I assumed she must’ve swallowed every last drop of it.

“You a’ight?” she asked me as she hopped off her bed and headed toward the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’m straight.” I retrieved my boxers and jeans off the floor.

While I was putting my gear back on, she returned to the bedroom with a warm, damp washcloth and handed it to me. “Here,” she said, “take care of that.”

“No problem.” I took the washcloth and wiped my dick off.

Meanwhile, Melody pulled a pair of pink Baby Phat sweatpants and matching hoodie from her dresser drawer. When she was about to put it on I noticed that she wasn’t going to slip on any panties. “What’s up? Why you ain’t putting on a pair of panties?”

She smiled at me and said, “Because I want to be good and ready when you give me some of that dick later on.”

I didn’t respond to her comment, and all I could do was smile. I grabbed the bag of dope from the dresser and headed in the kitchen. Before I emptied all the pills out onto the table, I sent Melody outside to round all the niggas up. When she gathered up everybody, I told all of them to come into the living room for a quick meeting. It was five young boys in all, between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, and they were high school dropouts. Now all of them were thorough as hell, but the two I figured would probably hold it down for me and be the most loyal were Hakeem and Bishop. That was why I gave them both burners and told them to guard the front and back of the apartment. I instructed the other two niggas to stand and play the watch-out while the other young’uns brought the customers to the door. I also told them that we had a lot of work to get rid of today and that it had to be gone before anybody could leave, and they understood. When I was ready to dismiss them, Hakeem’s little, short, black ass had a question for me.

“Can we take these burners with us when we leave?”

I looked at that nigga with an
I can’t believe you just asked me that
look and said, “Hell nah! Can’t none of y’all take them joints with you. Those pistols are for protecting this spot, so you are going to only hold them while you’re here.”

“Can we bust a nigga in their ass if they try to run up on us?”

“You damn right! Take the motherfucker’s head off if you want to,” I instructed, then stopped. “Shit, I don’t care what you do, just as long as you keep them from running up in here. You got it?”

“Yeah,” Hakeem and Bishop said in unison.

“A’ight. Well, y’all niggas go ahead and fall out.”

They walked out the crib, got into position, and everything worked out smoothly. We ran through that entire package of dope and finished selling the last pill of heroin by seven o’clock. I started to call Mike so we could re-up, but I was tired and decided to go ahead and end my day early. After I collected the burners and hit my little homeboys off with their dough, I skated out of the spot before Melody noticed. She called my cell phone the moment I sped off in my car. I answered it and gave her some bogus excuse about how I had to leave in a rush because of an emergency. She bought it and told me she could not wait until she saw me tomorrow. I got her ass off the phone because I wasn’t feeling her after what had happened earlier. Granted, Melody was pretty as a motherfucker and she was a pro at taking dick in her ass, but her pussy was whack. That shit was so big and sloppy, it was pathetic.

When I thought about it some more, I couldn’t believe that I fucked that bitch in the raw. What the hell was I thinking about? Was I on crack or something, because I seriously made a dummy move. I just hoped shorty didn’t have that AIDS shit, because if she did, I was going to be fucked. Speaking of which, I would bet every dime in my pocket that Mike didn’t touch her unless he was packing a box of Magnums. Then again, judging from how raggedy her coochie was, he probably only let her suck his dick. If in fact that was the case, the picture was becoming very clear of why he carried her the way he did. He practically looked at her like she was some ol’ gutter bitch! Come to think about it, I felt the same way he did. If you want to know the truth, I was gonna have to start treating her like that too, because after what happened today, I couldn’t let her think we had something going on. Shit, I had a girl and she was a bad chick, too. As soon as Samantha got out of the joint, we were definitely going to make this thing official. Until then, I was going to continue stacking my paper and move everything out of the way that wasn’t beneficial.

After I dropped Mike’s dough off to him, we chopped shit up for a few minutes about what we were gon’ do after we hit this lick. He told me he was going to take a trip, and I told him I’d probably do the same thing. After he ran shit down to me about how things were going to go down tomorrow, I took it all in, we shook on it, and then we parted ways.

When I got on the highway, it dawned on me that Maxine hadn’t tried to call me since early this morning. I figured that maybe she got the hint that I was sick of her shit and decided to leave me alone for a while. Who knew, she might call me tonight, even though it wouldn’t matter because I was not going to answer the phone. I had better things to do than to be letting her stress me out about dumb shit. From this day forward, I was going to be on some new shit. It was all about chopping niggas heads off and getting this paper, and I would not let her stop me.

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