It was a hot-ass summer day when he pulled up to her two bedroom Colony North apartment. Quan hadn't seen her on The Hill all week, so he decided to go see her for a change. He just hated where she lived. The apartments were barely livable due to years of neglect and tenants who just didn't give a fuck.
Kids ran wild and trash was everywhere but inside the trash dump.
Shaking his head, Quan hopped out of his Excursion, grabbed the burner from underneath the seat and chirped the alarm. Niggas out that way were known to act a fool, so he made sure to strap up. As he walked up the pathway leading to Sherry's crib, Quan's stomach begin to turn, it was so nasty.
He hoped and prayed that the inside of her place wasn't as filthy as the outside, because if it was, he would be up in a hot second.
Donned in an oversized white tee, baggy shorts and Tims, he rang the doorbell. A second later Sherry opened the door.
Quan was always amazed at how well built she was. She had the perfect measurements of 34/22/34. Her face wasn't the cutest he'd ever seen, but her slim waist, firm thighs and juicy round ass made up for any facial flaws.
"What you lookin' at?" she asked, holding the door open as he stared her up and down.
"You," he replied, eyeing the gap in between her legs.
"Boy, get in here." She stepped back so he could enter.
Crossing the threshold, Quan was pleasantly surprised to see how clean Sherry's crib was. She might have lived in the hood but her crib said otherwise. It was spotless and smelled of lemon pledge and incense. All of her furniture came from Rent-A-Center, but it was still nice.
"Give me a hug."
Doing as he was asked, Quan wrapped his muscular arms around Sherry's slim waist.
"You feel good, ma."
"You too."
"So how you been?" he asked, letting her go.
"Better now that we finally get to spend some time alone." She joined him on the couch. "Everything alright wit you?"
"You know me, I'm always on the grind. Life ain't even worth livin' if you ain't got no paper."
"That's what's up. So what's going on wit you and what's her name?"
"Don't even try to play me like that, Sherry. You know her name, and she's good."
"Boy please, calm down. Ain't nobody tryin' to play you." She twisted her mouth and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, a'ight."
"But for real, all bullshit aside. I can't believe somebody finally got yo' ass on lock," Sherry joked.
"Me either, I thought I would never settle down."
"Right. I remember back in the day I used to see you wit a different chick on your arm every week."
"Yeah, I was wildin' out back then." Quan chuckled at the thought. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my shorty to death, but a nigga still be doing his thing."
"Q, you mean to tell me you still cheatin' on that girl?"
"You try being a man for a day and tell me how well you do. It's hard being faithful these days. Y'all chicks be hurting a nigga wearing these little bitty-ass shorts and shit," he stressed it by smacking her on the thigh.
"Oww boy, stop! It's gon' cost you a g to touch me like that, and please believe me when I say I take my money up front."
"Oh word, it's like that?"
"You already know, but anyway I don't care what you say.
You still wrong for doing that girl like that." Sherry shook her head knowing good and well she could care less how Quan treated Mo.
"But anyway, while you all up in my business, what's up wit you and yo' baby daddy?"
"What you mean what's up? You already know." She blushed.
"I know you still fuckin' wit that nigga."
"I got love for Vershawn, I do, but I need somebody that's gon' be able to help me. It's been hard as hell tryin' to survive since he got locked up. I can't continue to live like this. I got a daughter to take care of."
"I feel you. How he doing?"
"He's good. We go and visit him every month. That boy done read almost every book in the library," Sherry joked, but Quan hadn't heard a word she'd said. He was too busy eyeing her silky legs.
"You know you got some pretty-ass legs, girl. Has anybody ever told you that?" Quan scooted closer.
"No." She giggled.
"Damn, these muthafuckas soft," he whispered, gliding his hand up and down her calf.
"You better stop before we fuck around and do something we ain't got no business doing."
"I can't stop. I'm already addicted." Quan gently kissed her lips.
Caught off guard by his forwardness, Sherry sat still. She didn't know what to do. For years she'd dreamed of this moment, and now it was finally coming true. Sure she had fucked plenty of niggas in her day, but Quan was different. Not only was he fine as hell, but he was real aggressive and forward with his actions. That shit turned her the fuck on.
At that moment, she didn't care that he was eight years older than she was or that he had a woman at home. Sherry wasn't about to pass up her opportunity to fuck him. Quan didn't give her any time to think about it anyway. His hands were already on her thighs. Slowly he kissed all the way up her leg to her inner thigh. Sherry was in heaven.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded.
Not a word was uttered as she peeled off her clothes and pulled down her panties. Standing in between her legs, Quan ordered that she take off his clothes, as well. Sherry did exactly what she was told. She loved being controlled.
"Grab that rubber out my pocket." Once she had it in hand, Sherry gazed up into Quan's eyes, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.
"Put it on," he ordered.
This time, instead of doing what she was told, Sherry opted to take him into her mouth unprotected. The warm sensation of her lips wrapped around his dick had Quan's eyes rolling in the back of his head in a matter of seconds. The only thing he could do was hold onto the back of her head and pull her hair. After a minute, he started fuckin' her mouth like it was her pussy.
Quan felt a rush of nut build up in the tip of his dick, and decided to pull out. But Sherry pulled him back into her mouth. She wasn't done tasting him. Quan knew then that Sherry was a catcher, which meant she was a winner in his eyes. Any chick that swallowed was a keeper in his book, so he did exactly what she wanted him to do and came in her mouth. Cum was all over her lips and jaw. Quan would have never disrespected Mo and burst in her face like that.
"Bend over," he told her with a lustful gleam in his eyes.
Doing what she was told, Sherry stood up, turned around, bent over and parted her legs. An hour later, both she and Quan were spent. Out of breath and still moaning, Sherry lay flat on the couch, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't wait for round two. Quan felt the same way. Sherry's pussy was even better than Mo's, and the things she did with her tongue would make any man's toes curl. But what Quan didn't know then was that Sherry would become more than his homey/lover/friend, but a permanent fixture in his life that he would soon grow to love. Quan pulled up to his crib in Jennings, parked and got out. Mo didn't know it but he had two other homes. In one he stashed his dope and the other was where Sherry, Versacharee and Lil' Quan lived. Once Quan found out she was pregnant with his child, he moved her into a three bedroom ranch-style home.
It wasn't in the safest neighborhood but it sure was a step up from her old apartment in Colony North. Quan knew he didn't have to drop serious dough on Sherry to make her happy like he did Mo. She was happy with anything he gave her.
As a matter of fact, a few days before he gave Mo her truck, he presented Sherry with a brand new 2006 Ford Focus. Quan walked up the pathway and became a slight bit nervous. He didn't know how Sherry was gonna react to the news of him marrying Mo. All he knew was she better not start talkin' crazy. Sherry was good for acting a fool and showing her ass when she didn't get her way. At the porch he pulled out his key and opened the door.
"Took you long enough. I shouldn't have to ask you to come see us," she shot as soon as he entered.
"Yo, you can cut all that noise out. I'm here now, ain't I?
Besides, I need to talk to you about something."
"Is that right?" Sherry grinned, biting down on her lower lip. The girl was seriously suffering from a case of dick depri-vation. "Come here." She took him by the hand and led him back to her room.
"What you doing, man? We can talk in the living room."
"Will you hush?" She locked the door behind them.
Quan had been on her mind all day. Lately he hadn't been coming around like he used to. Sherry didn't mind though.
Every blue moon he would start to feel guilty about cheating on Mo and ease up on seeing her. But Sherry knew once he got sick of playing house he would come running back to her like always.
Pushing him up against the wall, she began tongue kissing his mouth slowly. She wasn't going to let the opportunity to fuck Quan pass. She had to have him. It was almost like her body would go into cardiac arrest if she didn't. Quan was used to her antics by now. He was used to Sherry acting like a sex-crazed manic.
Easing her way down, she quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out through the slit of his boxers. Just the sight of his fat dick drove her wild. Sherry couldn't wait to put him in her mouth. She was a freak. She did things in the bedroom that Mo would never do. To Quan, she was a certified head doctor. The girl could suck the skin off a dick. Placing the tip up to her lips, she opened her mouth wide, only for Quan to ease back.
"What you doing?"
"Man, I ain't come over here for that."
"Come on, Quan, we both know better. Just let me do what I do," she said, once again trying to place him in her mouth.
But once again Quan scooted back.
"What?!" she asked, becoming frustrated. "Look, I know you going through one of yo' lil' phases where you feelin' guilty, but Mo ain't yo' wife. She just yo' chick, so chill."
"If you would calm yo' crazy ass the fuck down you would know that I gave Mo a ring," Quan explained as he zipped up his pants.
"A ring? What kind of ring?"
"An engagement ring."
"An engagement ring?!" Sherry said out loud, just to make sure she had heard right. "Oh, that shit ain't even happening!
I'll be damned if you marry that hoe while I'm still alive! And what about the ring you gave me? I thought that was supposed to mean something?"
"You ain't my gal. Ain't no words come behind that besides Happy Valentine's Day." Quan looked at her crazy.
Stunned, Sherry stood silent; she was so embarrassed and hurt.
"So yeah ... like I was saying, this shit between me and you is a wrap."
"Well I know yo' gon' tell her about me and Lil' Quan.
'Cause if you don't, you know I will."
"Sherry, don't play yourself, 'cause you of all people know that threatening me ain't the way to go. Now ... what I will do is tell her about Lil' Quan when I get good and fuckin' ready, and not a minute sooner."
"I can't believe you tryin' to play me like this! That uppity bitch don't love you the way I do! She ain't gon' do half the shit I done did for you, but you still wanna ask that hoe to be yo' wife! Quan, please! Yo' ass can't be faithful! You ain't no stand up nigga 'cause if you was you wouldn't have started fuckin' wit me in the first place! You ain't shit but a good piece of dick, and even that ain't shit! Go home and try to play house with that bitch all you want to! You gon' fuck around and get yo' feelings hurt!" Sherry yelled as tears formed in her eyes.
"I don't know why this is such a fuckin' shock to you! You the one kept this shit going, not me! So save them tears for a muthafucka who will wipe 'em! 'Cause after being wit you all this time a nigga like me don't give a fuck! It was plenty of times I tried to drop yo' ass but you kept on callin' me cryin' on that 'I'm pregnant' bullshit! Besides, why you so stuck on me anyway? You got a nigga in jail! Go be wit that man! I don't want to be bothered wit you! I want a family!"
"You want a family? I am your fuckin' family, nigga! Your family is in the other room sleep! Or have you forgot that I'm the one that gave yo' ass the son you always wanted? That rot-ten-belly bitch can't even have no kids!" Quan raised his hand, reared it all the way back and slapped Sherry in the face so hard it caused her to fly across the room and land on the floor with a thud.
"You lost yo' fuckin' mind, bitch?! The only ties me and you got together is Lil' Quan and that's all it's gon' ever be!
Better watch yo' fuckin' mouth! Fuck around and get yo' ass beat up in this muthafucka!"
Afraid that he might hit her again if she got smart, Sherry sat still, holding her face. She knew that she had taken things too far, but so the fuck what.
Suddenly they both heard the sound of their son crying in the next room. Quan went to soothe him. It took him a minute, but after a while he was able to put him back to sleep.
Not having anything more to say to Sherry, he grabbed his keys and made his way to the door.