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  “Y’all straight, tho?”

  “We’re fine, Julani.” She eased down next to me on the couch, tucking her feet under all that ass as she got comfortable.

  “We have more than we need, thanks to you. I appreciate that.” Beyonka still had that look in her eyes…biting that bottom lip the way I knew she did when her clit was jumping.

  “’Preciate what?”

  “The way you take care of us, the way a man is supposed to provide for his family…go above and beyond to hold his family down.” Her hands were next in this little game of seduction she called herself playing. How she knew a nigga’s shoulders were tight and could use a good rub, I have no clue. But that shit was right on time.

  “Ahhhh…”

  “I got you…I keep telling you I got you, don’t I?” she whispered as she slid behind me, straddling me to get better access to my shoulders.

  “Bey…”

  “Yessss…what you need, daddy?”

  I felt the heat emanating from her pussy on my lower back, that’s how close up on me she was.

  “I got you…whatever you need, daddy…” she breathed, tracing her tongue along the edge of my earlobe.

  Next thing I know, I was on my feet with Bey leading the way down the hall to her master bedroom, which was on the main floor. I knew the last thing I needed to be doing was playing up in Beyonka’s pussy; that’s how I got in the shit I was in now. But Beyonka had that good for the soul pussy, that healing pussy, and at that very moment, I was a heartbroken nigga that needed a whole lotta healing.

  Chapter Five: Summer

  I mean yeah, he’s fine as hell…sexy, even. But y’all the ones fishing tonight, not me.”

  I couldn’t even enjoy my damn drink good without these two tapping me every few minutes to point out another fine ass nigga. I agreed to come out with them tonight to get my mind off my man troubles, not shop for a new nigga to cause me even more headache.

  “Okay see, here’s the problem. You lookin’ at the niggas from a ‘main nigga potential’ point of view. You need to look at ‘em from a ‘arch my back’ point of view.” Shasta said that shit just as cool and calm, like she was explaining a common-sense procedure, like she wasn’t trying to coerce me into poppin’ pussy on the dick of a random nigga.

  "Unt uh, you thinkin’ way too hard. The next nigga we point out, you pull up on him or you payin’ for all this shit. Oh, ‘scuse me love, we gon’ need another one of these.” January caught the cute girl working our section before she headed back to the bar.

  “On some real shit, you needa let that good girl shit go. Whole time you been with that nigga, you been a good girl and you see what that shit got you. Bein’ a damn side chick in ya’ own relationship. Do some shit for once without givin’ a fuck.” Shasta took a long ass drag off her vape pen after saying a mouthful. I knew she had a point, but two wrongs didn’t make a right. Plus, I didn’t do random dick. Usually.

  “Biiiitch, look! Now if you don’t pull up on that nigga over there? You gon’ pay for all this shit AND have to watch me fuck the shit out that nigga right up in here. Straight fuckin’ too-ain’t no makin’ love in the club!”

  We both looked in the direction January nodded and…she was right. That nigga was beyond fine, far more than sexy…he put a pause in me. I couldn’t do shit but sit there and stare for a good ten seconds, that’s how captivating he was.

  “Mmm hmm, see? God put all that tall ass, muscular ass, big hand-havin’ ass, dark chocolate ass, deep-dimple havin’-ass man on earth for you to enjoy. Hold up…” January caught the bottle girl again and leaned back to whisper something to her. “Pull up on him or drop a stack on the table ret-nah.”

  “A stack? Damn, did I blink? What the fuck y’all order for a G?”

  “Pull up or pay up, sis.” Shasta gave me that look, daring me to back out.

  “But decide quick because if you don’t want him, I’ma have my lil’ cat all up in that nigga mouth tooooo-night! Deep-sea drown’ that nigga with the pussy!” January was on her feet, twerking her big ol’ ass better than the chicks that were currently working the stage.

  “He looks a little older, though…” A little older as in a muscular, dark chocolate Lance Gross-type.

  “Which means the dick is gon’ add a lotta spice to ya’ good girl pussy because it’s seasoned. Shiid, I’ll suck the lining off somebody daddy dick, wake up the next morning and be somebody stepmama!”

  And that she would. January did not discriminate when it came to dick. The big ones, that is.

  I thought about it for a few more seconds and finally said fuck it. The last twenty-four hours had been fucked up in more than one way, and all I could do was wonder where I went wrong. I did everything by the book, but shit blew up in my face and left me the laughing stock all across campus since I was just bragging about planning a damn anniversary surprise the other day for Ju-Ju’s sorry ass. Honestly, I didn’t even want to think about Julani Justice for the next few days. So I said fuck it and let these fly ass heels guide me over to make the acquaintance of that seasoned dick. Because you only live once, right? First time for everything!

  “Sh…shiiiiiiit…”

  “Let it go, ma…” he coaxed, his deep baritone the perfect serenade to what I knew was about to be the craziest night of my life.

  That seasoned dick belonged to a nigga by the name of Kamden, but damn the dick-this nigga’s tongue? Five stars, grade A, top shelf-all that shit!

  “Ouuuuuu…” Wide open, that’s how Kam had me, and all I could do was wonder where the hell this nigga had been all my life.

  Never in my twenty…

  Shit, how old am I? Oh yeah…

  …twenty-one years had my pussy ever experienced a tongue-lashing of this magnitude. That’s how good this nigga’s head game was-had me using my intellectual best in my thoughts!

  With one of my legs thrown over his shoulder, Kam had me up against the wall, my other knee pressed into my chest while he lapped my pussy up like a river that wouldn’t stop flowing.

  “Yessss…” I bucked my hips against the warmth of his mouth. His face, lips, beard, everything was slick, double-coated so well in my wetness that it looked like my nut was deep-conditioning this man’s sexy ass, perfectly-trimmed beard.

  Making my clit the star of the show, Kam switched to gentle laps, barely skating his tongue across my super-sensitive button-extra sensitive because I was chasing nut number three and this nigga hadn’t even introduced dick into the equation. His finger found its way to the tiny spot that…that Ju-Ju had been the only one to ever find.

  “Oh my fuckin’ gaaawwwwwd!”

  Super soaker. I squirted all over this nigga, all down his shirt as he pushed his face even deeper into my pussy.

  “Gimme that nut, ma…this pretty ass pussy…”

  His lips and tongue went to work sucking the lining out my pussy while his nose did an intricate dance against my clit, so subtle that before I could come back down to earth good, here came another damn orgasm. I felt hot, cold, dizzy, and delirious all at the same time.

  “Shit, Kam,” was all I could utter as he released me from that spot on the wall. Good thing he was there to catch me because I had zero strength to balance my own body weight. Legs shaky like a newborn giraffe, I leaned into him, allowing his mounds of muscular ripple to hold me up until I was able to compose myself.

  All I knew was this nigga did not come to play tonight…and neither did I. I got lost in the tautness of his midnight mocha-hued skin stretched across the muscular boulders that were his back. I must have been lost in the delirium I was shrouded in, courtesy of what that mouth do because I don’t even remember him undressing, but seeing his clothes in a pile on the floor, I relished every inch of that velvety chocolate skin he was blessed with. I bet if I licked him, he tasted like Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy.

  After propping my sated body up on a tufted bench I completely overlooked upon our initial arrival, Kam disappeared around a ches
t-high marble wall, dick peeking around at me as it bobbed and bounced with each step he took. I frowned at first, but quickly realized he’d gone into the shower area once I heard the water running. I could hear January’s crazy ass as though she were sitting right next to me and chuckled.

  “Ohhhh bitch, shower sex? Yassss bitch, this nigga ‘bout to make yo’ good girl ass level the fuck up and get on ya nasty girl shit!”

  No words spoken, Kam extended the invitation of his hand, then led me back to the alcove that was now cloaked in the steamy humidity of the shower. I’m not naïve and even through the few drinks I’d consumed that evening, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I brought my ass back here. Random sex with a beautifully delicious and random dick. Some shit I said I’d never do, but was damn sure I left my girls peer-pressure me into. But Kam caught me off guard with…romance.

  I felt the lathered loofah skating around my shoulder, down my back, then back up to the other shoulder. Kam’s arm snaked my body as he guided the loofah across my stomach and up between my breasts. Nipples already so hard they ached, I sucked in a deep breath and some bubbles as he teased them both between his fingertips at the same damn time. He abandoned the right one as his hand found its way to my clit and, courtesy of the extra soapy slickness, strummed a perfect harmony that had me grinding into his fingers. Whyyyy was this nigga teasing me? My pussy was thumping so hard that it was inwardly begging me to snatch the thick ass dick that was poking me in the back and ride it until I passed out.

  Freeing my nipple from his grip, he captured my chin in his left hand while his right hand maintained its tempo with my clit. Latching onto my bottom lip, he sucked my mouth into a kiss so deep, I felt that shit in my soul. Kam kissed me with an urgency that let me know I had his full and undivided attention, almost like the outside world didn’t even exist. Just Kam and Summer. Devouring his lips in return, I bucked against the two fingers he now teased my walls with, his thumb working overtime on my clit.

  Kam had me so enthralled in a kiss that felt laced with a psychedelic drug that the introduction of his dick caused my soul to catch the pearls of my ancestors. He eased himself in real slow, causing my composure to unravel a little more the deeper he planted himself into my center.

  “Mmmmmm…” My moans bounced against each other and off the walls of the shower. When I say this.dick.was.the.shit! Oh my goodness! My pussy was a whole hot ass thot as she snatched Kam so deep that I swear I heard him make that high pitched moan a nigga does when the pussy gets too good.

  “This pussy tight than a muthafucka, ma…” Kam growled as he hit me with them deep, slow strokes from behind that have a chick ready to confess her deepest sins.

  His dick felt rock hard against the tender flesh of my walls, delivering a deliciously rough type of friction that let me know this dick would be the cause of the best nut ever.

  “Too much…it’s too much,” I whined when he seized my hands, pressing my palms into the shower wall. The slight bend in my posture gave him better access, which now had him tapping my cervix and delivering a painful pleasure that made want to run from the dick and chase it all at the same time.

  “Nah, this pussy too fuckin’ good…”

  Kam increased his speed, now drilling into my wetness with a fervor that had me wishing I could end every day with dick like this.

  “Fuck, ma!” Kam became unraveled behind me, thrusts now erratic while he gripped my hips as tightly as the now-tepid water would allow. Slowing up as he neared the end of his nut, he hugged me so tight I could feel his heart’s furious gallop against my back. We both stood there trying to catch our breath, most of the evidence of our fucking washing its way down the drain, but our essence still very much in that shower. Hand to God, never in my life had I been fucked like that, never had a dick ever spoke to my core the way Kam’s did. I felt guilty for even thinking this, but yes, Kam’s dick was the best I ever had…even better than Ju-Ju’s….

  Chapter Six: Ju-Ju

  It was funny how sometimes in life, you had to experience a person’s absence to appreciate their presence, and that’s just how a nigga was feeling right now. Even fucking the shit outta Beyonka while she did her best to make a nigga fall in love didn’t purge Summer from my dome. If anything, it made shit worse.

  Summer was on some serious silent treatment shit, which meant I was liable to walk into anything if I pulled up without warning. I hit our neighbor, who sometimes balled with us on the weekends, and he confirmed Summer had been MIA all weekend. Part of me was worried, but I also figured she was probably with her ol’ loud mouth ass friend, Shasta, so I did what a real nigga does when shit goes left: decided to take control and let Summer know she had no choice but to bring that ass home so we could work this shit out. Yeah, I fucked up, but she knew she had a nigga’s heart.

  Sure enough, when I got home, I could tell she’d probably been gone all weekend. The same mess she’d left a few days earlier when she tore the kitchen up was still there. Even the vase she’d broken a few inches short of my head was still a mess of shards on the floor among long-withered flowers. I said fuck it and got to work cleaning all that shit up. I hit my moms to check in and had her send me my grandma’s recipe for Cajun Lobster Pasta, which was Summer’s favorite. After cleaning, cooking, preparing the bathroom for a romantic bubble bath later and catching a quick nap, I looked up and saw it was after 10pm and Summer still hadn’t brought her lil’ ass home. When my calls went straight to voicemail, I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and headed out to link up with Boom because I knew this nigga had a way in to find out where Summer was when I didn’t.

  “Man, quit playin’, where she at?”

  I knew Boom and Shasta fucked around on and off last year, but I didn’t know they were still on. My plan was to have him hit her line and see if she could put me up on where Summer might be. Turns out they were on and in the middle of fuckin’ when I let myself into Boom’s spot, which made my job easier.

  “Obviously not with you, nigga!”

  “Ay, watch yo mouth talkin’ to my nigga.” Boom cut her a side eye while preparing to roll up.

  “Ay, watch yo mouth talkin’ to me before I put my pussy in it.”

  “You wild, ma.” Boom chuckled, shaking his head as he flicked the lighter to prime the gutted cigar.

  “Ain’t nobody seen her all weekend, and I’m worr-”

  “Oh, so you worried now? Y’all niggas stay doing the most. And who said ain’t nobody seen her?” Shasta hit me with a smirk that made me want to shake her ass up. I wasn’t even tripping though because Shasta was a good girl. She was probably laid up at Shasta’s place.

  “Ay. Bring yo’ ass back when you done, I need to holla at you ‘bout somethin’,” Boom told Shasta as she gathered her things off his coffee table to leave.

  “Nigga, you don’t own me.”

  “I own that pussy, though. Fuck around and don’t have my shit back here by the time the game go off and see if I don’t break my foot off in it.”

  “Nigga, you can break that dick off in it…” Shasta winked at Boom on her way out the door.

  “Man, y’all wild as fuck. When y’all link back up?”

  “Nigga, mind ya biz. And who said we fell off?”

  “True that, but…” I paused when I felt my phone jump in my pocket. I figured maybe Shasta had convinced her to call just that quick. Unfortunately, it was a notification from the last person I wanted to hear from.

  “Everything good, nigga?” Boom questioned when he saw me frown and fall quiet.

  I swear a nigga couldn’t win for losing. Staring back at me in full HD quality was a video of me stroking the shit out of Beyonka’s pussy last night…and more video of her having my dick for breakfast early this morning.

  “Nigga, that is a very talented broad you got a baby by…” Boom mumbled. I didn’t even realize the nigga was looking over my shoulder.

  “Bruh, back up!” The video was attached to a text message from Tenay
a’s scheming ass.

  UNKNOWN: Run my sis 50 stacks or this goes to ya bitch inbox in 5 mins.

  “Bruh, I told you what you need to do. Baby sis obviously want the dick. Two sisters? Niggaaaaa!”

  “Man, I’m not even tryin’ to be on that shit. Fuck! I don’t need this shit right now!”

  “It’s good tho, ain’t it?”

  “Huh?”

  “E’rybody know the pussy get sweeter once they pop a baby out.”

  As always, this nigga was clowning when I had some real-life crisis type shit going on.

  “You bet not pay the hoe, either. I bet she chill the fuck out if you dig her out.”

  “Bruh, ain’t nobody tryin’ to go there with that silly ass girl.”

  “Better figure some shit out then ‘cuz baby girl gone for good once she see that shit.”

  Now that was a fact. If I had any chance of making things right with Summer, it was all dead the minute she seen this shit. Try as I might, I couldn’t figure out why the fuck Tenaya’s ass stayed up in our business so much. I didn’t care for her ass, but I never said anything out the way to her silly ass; just spoke and kept it moving anytime she was around. Her and Beyonka were so different that I couldn’t see how the hell they came from the same womb.

  One thing was for sure. I had to figure some shit out, and quick. About Summer, Tenaya’s meddling, just everything.

  Chapter Seven: Summer

  Biiiiitch, I knew you was a hoe on the inside!” January was dancing around Shasta’s living room. Shasta got a call right after I arrived and got all weird, disappearing down the hall to continue the call in private.

  “I just…I can’t even believe I did it…”

  “She who findeth some bomb ass new dick findeth a good thing, or whatever the scripture says.”

  “The real question is, do he fuck like he a old man?” Shasta asked as she rejoined us.