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  Kisha doesn’t know anything about Lala. That is because Lala always played her position, never blowing up a nigga’s phone nor doing some dumb shit like coming by my house. We are even friends on Facebook, she has never did any shit like write some fly shit on my wall or send my girl a friend request or inbox her some bullshit. She isn’t like that and that is what I love about her. Besides, I’ve already warned her and let her know that if she ever does some shit like that I will fuck her up! I do what I do in the streets and whether it’s wrong or right I let any bitch that I fuck with know not to bring any dumb shit my girl’s way!

  I got up and grabbed my pack of Newports and lit one up and then walked over to the window and looked outside. It was raining. This shit with Lala was driving me crazy! The more I tried not to think about her, the more she stayed on my mind. I’d tried to call her, text her, Facebook message her but she hadn’t responded to anything. I didn’t like the way she was carrying this shit at all! I felt like she could at least call or text and let me know that she was okay. I’d grown to care about her a lot over the past two years and so knowing whether or not she was okay was important to me.

  I heard footstep coming down the hallway, I already knew that it was Kisha. She came into the room wearing a pair of red shorts, a black t-shirt and a pair of black socks. She walked over and kissed both boys on the head and then came over to me. She wrapped her arms around my slim waist and stood up on her tip toes to kiss me. I took the cigarette from my lips and kissed her.

  “Good morning baby.” She smiled up at me. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I loved her hair this color it was so sexy against her light complexion. Kisha was so light that she was damn near white. She was 5’4 and very petite. She has some of the prettiest hazel brown eyes that I’d ever seen. I am a man who love hazel eyes. They do something for me.

  “Good morning sexy.” I replied.

  “Have y’all eaten yet?” She asked kissing me again and then gently caressing the side of my face.

  “Yeah mama we ate cereals.” Quan answered.

  “Oh okay.”

  “If you keep on kissing me like that I’m gonna take you down the hallway to our bedroom and eat again.” I whispered in Kisha’s ear, while licking it with my tongue.

  “Mmmm, boy you’d better stop.” She whispered back. “The boys are awake.”

  “So…they aren’t thinking about anything but those cartoons. Come on.” I said tugging on her hand.

  We slipped out of the living room and down the hall to our bedroom. I locked the door, undressed her and then laid her back on the bed. She eased her legs open, eyeing me with a wide smile on her lips. I crawled between her legs and dove right in head first. First, I licked the outside of her lips and then spread her pussy open with my fingers and licked up and down the inside of her lips. I licked and sucked on her clit as she moaned and squirmed.

  “Damn Tre…that feels so good.” She said with one hand one my head holding it in place to make sure that I didn’t move as she gyrated her hips. “Mmmm…baby just like that.”

  I left her clit alone and inserted my tongue inside of her opening fucking her with it. Her juices were spilling out onto my tongue and I could tell that she loved what I was doing. I replaced my tongue with three fingers and her pussy gripped them tightly as I moved them in and out of her nice and slow. I zone back in on her clit and started licking and sucking it. By now she had started to get loud.

  I lifted my head for a second, never stopping what I was doing with my fingers. “Baby, you have to quiet down some the boys are awake.”

  “Shit…Tre…I can’t! Damn…baby, you know exactly what to do with this pussy.” She moaned still grinding her pussy on my fingers and trying to get as much of them inside of her as possible. “Baby, stop talking and use your mouth to make me cum.”

  I gave her what she wanted. I put my head back between her thighs where I’d just come from and gave her clit a fit with my hurricane tongue! Her legs started shaking and she was cumming and hollering out my name. She grabbed the pillow and placed it over her head trying to muffle her screams.

  I heard little footsteps running down the hall. Then they were trying to open the door. “What’s wrong with ma? Is she okay? Daddy!” Shaun yelled.

  “Yeah is she okay?” Quan added.

  “Yeah your mama’s fine. She hit her toe that’s all!” I lied as I watched Kisha’s body spasm from the powerful orgasm that I had just given her. “Go back and watch TV or go play in your room.” I told them.

  “Okay.” They replied in unison.

  I moved the pillow out of the way and moved up so that I could kiss her. We kissed passionately as I allowed her to taste her own juices that were on my lips and tongue. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and her arms around my neck. “I love you so much Tre and after all that we have been through I am still very much in love with you.”

  “I love you too baby and after all of these years I am still very much in love with you also.” I kissed her again and then got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was getting undressed to step in when Kisha came in. She grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and put some soap on it and started to clean herself up at the sink.

  “What are you about to do?” She asked as I stepped inside the shower and slid the glass door closed.

  “I’m going to take a bath and then run over to Casper’s crib for a lil while. Why?” I yelled over the sound of the water. I knew the bullshit was about to come.

  “I just asked.” I could hear the attitude in her tone. “Why you always gotta go over there for? I mean…damn, you act like every time you get a day off you gotta go somewhere instead of sitting here kickin it with me and your kids!”

  That was the shit that got on my fuckin nerves right there! A nigga always had to hear some damn lip whenever he got ready to leave. I felt like if I work all week and take care of home I should be able to go out and kick it with the fellas for a little while without having to hear a lot of lip.

  “Look, don’t start that shit! I said that I was going over there for a lil while not all damn night!”

  “Whatever!” She left out of the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Shit like that made me want to put my foot in her ass! I hated when she was nagging as hell.

  I showered and then got dressed in a pair of red Nike sweats, a white tee and a pair of red/white Jordans. When I was done getting dressed I brushed my hair and slipped on my red VA fitted. I walked down the hallway and into the living room. Kisha was on the phone and the boys were sitting on the floor playing their X-box. I walked over to Kisha and tried to kiss her on the cheek but she moved so that I couldn’t and smacked her lips.

  “Stop acting stupid!” I snapped.

  “Why don’t you just go ahead wherever you are going?” She snapped right back.

  “Man whatever. I ain’t got time for this bullshit right here.” I walked over and told my lil men to be good and that I would be back in a lil while. Then I was out.

  When I got to Casper’s crib I saw a few vehicles parked in the yard that belonged to some of my other homies. I already knew that them niggas was up in there drinking, gambling and getting blazed. I parked and then walked up on the porch and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later Casper’s girl Tamika answered the door. She was a brown skinned chic with a long dark brown wavy weave that stopped midway her back. She was slim but curvy, probably about 5’7. She was cute but the bitch was a straight up hoe!

  “Hey Tre…” She greeted her eyes roaming all over me and then finally landing back on my face. This bitch wasn’t shit! I don’t even know why Casper was fucking with her. She had fucked three of the niggas that we hung with and now he had her sorry ass staying up in his crib! I knew that she wanted to give me the pussy but truth be told. I wouldn’t fuck her nasty ass with somebody else’s dick!

  “What’s good? Where Casper’em at?” I asked already walking in.

  “They all down in the basement.” S
he said not bothering to move back out of the way so that I could get past her. I brushed right past her not paying her trifling ass any attention. I wasn’t no slow nigga I knew what time it was. Yeah I fucked around but I did have standards and her dirty ass didn’t meet them!

  Lala

  A week had gone by and I wasn’t feeling any better. Nita was so excited to have me here. She lived alone except for her three year old daughter Maya, whom was one of the cutest little spoiled babies that I had ever laid eyes on. Her and Maya’s father, Jesse, split up over two years ago and didn’t have any dealings with one another. She told me the reason was because she had come home from work and caught him in bed with not one but two women whom she later found out were prostitutes. She said that after she’d caught him, he told her that he had a sex addiction but of course she wasn’t buying that bullshit.

  At the time when she’d first told me I didn’t either but that was before I met Tre. Now I was beginning to think that the shit just might be possible because I sure as hell had an addiction to the bomb ass sex that I’d been getting for the past two years. For the past week I had been going through withdrawals! I mean it was so bad that I was tempted to go online and see if there were any rehabilitation centers close by for bitches that were addicted to good dick. I would’ve been up in there with the quickness sitting in the circle and when my turn came to introduce myself I would’ve stood up proudly and announced.

  “Hello my name is LaQuela Chambers and I am addicted to good dick but not just any dick, the one that is attached to Tremaine Jefferson.” There would’ve been no shame in my game!

  I moped down the stairs. Nita was sitting on the sofa watching The Game. I didn’t see Maya so I assumed that her little behind was still in bed. I spoke to Nita and then went over and sat in the huge bay window and looked out at the rain. I didn’t feel like watching TV. I was too depressed.

  Nita looked over at me. “How are you this morning?” She asked and then said. “I really don’t even have to ask because it is written all over your face.”

  “I’m good.” I mumbled unconvincingly, hoping that she wouldn’t start with me. I wasn’t in the mood for no damn lecture. I rested my head against the window seal and looked back out at the rain.

  “No you’re not!” She sucked her teeth. “You’re sitting over there still thinking about that boy. Lala, I know that you don’t want to hear what I am about to say but…”

  “Well then don’t say it!” I snapped. Why couldn’t she just mind her fucking business? I knew that I was in her crib but that didn’t automatically give her the right to preach to me every minute of every day.

  “Yes, I am because I am your cousin and your best friend. If I don’t keep it real with you, then who will?” She asked. “You knew from day one when you decided to lay with that man that he had someone and that he wasn’t yours! You are just getting what you deserve! Haven’t you ever heard the saying that everything that looks good to you ain’t always good for you? Now when you called me and told me about you and this guy I warned you that you were playing with fire but noooo you was like ‘Nita, I know that it ain’t right but you just don’t understand how he makes me feel!’ You were thinking with your pussy and not your head! Now look at how he making you feel! All lost and depressed! Guess what though, I bet he’s at home making his babymama feel like you wish you were feeling right now!” She rolled her eyes after she was done flapping her fuckin lips!

  Ain’t it a bitch how you can know that someone is telling you some shit that is right but you still don’t want to hear that shit! I knew that she was right but the deed was done now. I couldn’t take it back! Honestly I wouldn’t take it back! I didn’t regret any of it except for the fact that I had allowed my fuckin emotions to get involved!

  “Whatever!” I got up from the window and stomped back upstairs to the guest room and closed the door. I laid across the bed on my back and stared up at the ceiling as the tears rolled from the corners of my eyes. I didn’t even bother to wipe them. What for? More were guaranteed to fall. I laid there listening to the rain fall, it was pouring down outside. We were getting the wind and ran from a hurricane. My mind drifted back to the day when I first laid eyes on Tre.

  I worked for a company called Service Master. We cleaned up office buildings after hours. We worked from five in the afternoon until we cleaned the last building. We worked all over the Tidewater area, for the past few months I had been working by myself. Sometimes I wouldn’t get home until after three in the morning. One Tuesday afternoon my supervisor called me to inform me that he had hired a new guy and that he would be working with me. I was glad because I could get done quicker now and have some company as I drove from place to place.

  That evening when I pulled into the parking lot of Service Master, I gathered my things from my car that I would need and locked it because I always drove the company van during work hours, they supplied the gas. I walked into the building and went straight to my supervisor’s office as he had instructed me to do once I got to work. I walked in and saw a young dark skinned slim brother sitting in one of the leather chairs across from Mr. Johnson. They were engaged in a conversation when I walked in.

  “Good evening Mr. Johnson.” I greeted my supervisor. I turned to the young gentleman that was sitting in the chair and extended my hand to him. “Hello, I’m Lala.”

  He stood and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you Ms. Lala. I’m Tremaine but everybody calls me Tre.”

  He was tall probably about 6’1, he had dark brown eyes, a close cut with thin side burns that connected to his goat-tee. He was wearing a white tee, a pair of baggy black sweats and a pair of black Tims on his feet. He was really nice looking but I had a feeling that he was going to get on my nerves because he was so young and probably would want to play around and not really take the job seriously. I’d worked with a few of them before and was not eager to work with another.

  “Lala as I told you on the phone earlier. You and Tre will be working together. Just kind of show him the ropes and I’m sure he will get the hang of everything pretty quickly.” Mr. Johnson said to me.

  “Okay.” I looked at Tre. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes ma’am.” He said while looking down at his phone, I assume sending a text. When he stood I noticed his pants sagging off his ass. I shook my head because I was so damn sick and tired of seeing young guys walking around with their pants sagging, having to literally walk and try to hold them up.

  “Okay then let’s go.” I walked out ahead of him ready to get the day started and get rid of him and soon as possible.

  We hopped in the van. I strapped on my seatbelt while Tre sat his backpack on the floor and then reclined his seat before putting in his earphones so that he could listen to his ipod.

  “Ummm…do you want to make that seatbelt click sir?” I asked as I waited for him to fasten his seatbelt.

  He must not have heard me because he continued to sing the lyrics to Lil’ Wayne’s Lollipop. “Call me so I can make it juicy for ya. Call me so I can make it juicy for ya. Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club…”

  “Tre!” I called loud enough so that he could hear me over the music.

  He removed his earphones. “Yes ma’am Ms. Lala.” The way that my name rolled off his tongue should’ve been illegal. He was staring at me waiting for me to tell him why I’d called his name.

  “Um…could you buckle your um…seatbelt?” I asked before redirecting my eyes straight ahead.

  “Oh yeah sure. No problem.” He sat his seat up some and buckled his seatbelt. “Is that better?” He asked flashing a perfect smile.

  “Yep.” I started up the van and pulled out of the parking lot and we headed to Chesapeake, VA for our first job. On the drive there I had the radio turned to 95.7 listening to all of my jams old and new skool. I was singing to the music, snapping my fingers and dancing. This was what I did on a daily basis as I drove to each location. I was so into it that I had forgotten Tre was even in the van unt
il I noticed him watching me.

  Embarrassed I laughed and said. “My bad.”

  “Oh you are good, I was enjoying the show. You can sing a lil bit and you got some sexy little moves. I especially like the lil move you do when you are windin’ your midsection real slow…mmm. You ain’t gettin’ no complaints from over here.” He said smiling and licking his lips.

  Damn he was direct! He didn’t even know me like that. “Excuse me? Are you always this straight forward?”

  “Yep. I say whatever is on my mind. Why not?” He asked. I didn’t respond because I actually didn’t know what to say. I turned my attention back on the road.

  “How old are you Lala?” he asked. I guess he’d gotten a little more comfortable because all of a sudden I wasn’t Ms. Lala anymore I was just plain ol’ Lala.

  “I’m twenty-six about to be twenty-seven. And you?”

  “Twenty-one about to be twenty-two.” he said mockingly.

  “Are you trying to be funny?”

  “Who me? Nah never.” We both laughed. He was turning out to be cool. I was starting to see that I may have been wrong about him.

  During the next few weeks we became pretty good friends. We even exchanged numbers, it was innocent at first but I soon learned that may have been my first mistake because then we were texting each other even when we weren’t working. Nothing out of the way just general convo. I was well aware of the fact that he had someone and that they had been together at that time for over five years. Little by little things started to escalate to another level between us. Tre was a huge flirt and I won’t lie I enjoyed the attention and flirted right back. Not thinking anything of it until one night when we were cleaning our last office building.