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I know it's bad to plot on another man's woman, especially when that woman happens to be your homie's girl, but if he was making it obvious he didn't want her, a real nigga had to step in.
His reasons for not wanting her were petty: she was too tired, didn't give him enough attention, was hanging on to her pregnancy weight, didn't have fun with him anymore. Every time he complained about her I shook my head, because I couldn't believe this nigga didn't see what me and homies saw. Brandy was fine as hell, and not just because her ass had gone from nonexistent to a phatty after she'd had the baby. She had a pretty face and a nice, genuine personality.
But this nigga Dee was so stuck on her changing after they moved in together and had a baby that he was ready to step out instead of making it work with her.
I remember the day I made my move. Let me just say that it wasn't premeditated. I didn't plot this shit out weeks in advance so it could come to life the way I wanted. Shit just started happening and I've always been a go-with-the-flow type of dude, so that's what I did.
It was the 4th of July. Our boy Reese was throwing a party at his people's big ass mansion. Mad liquor flowing, half-naked women prancing around, loud music, a pool, jacuzzi, hella food ? the whole shabang. Dee ain't want to go, because him and Reese didn't fuck with each other too much. Reese asked me to pick up five cases of beer from the store, and when my bucket decided not to start back up outside 7Eleven, I hit Dee to come give me a jump.
*quot;Reese really blowing me up over these beers,*quot; I said to Dee, silencing a third call from Reese.
When the jump didn't work two times in a row, and Reese was still calling, I asked Dee to run them to the other side of the city for me.
*quot;He giving up gas money for this run?*quot; he said.
I sighed and handed him twenty dollars, calling him a begging ass nigga. He left me and I closed the hood of my car, starting the couple of miles walk back to my apartment.
By time I got home and fell out on my couch, tired as hell, Dee sent me a text saying: party lit as fuk!! i'm here for the rest of the nite!!
My plan was to go to sleep for the night, or at least try to with all those damn fireworks exploding outside my window. That plan was interrupted when I got a knock on my door.
It was Brandy, baby Junior asleep on her shoulder.
*quot;Hey, Clarence. Have you seen Dee?*quot;
*quot;Ah, yeah. He just left like two minutes ago.*quot;
A firework that sounded like a bomb hit the air just then. Brandy flinched and Junior jumped, waking up, crying.
*quot;Damn, little man. You can't be scared of loud sounds.*quot; I took him under his arms, bouncing him. *quot;Don't you know the hood is full of those? You'll be scared all the time.*quot;
I walked back into my apartment holding Junior, Brandy following. I took little man into the kitchen, giving him an alphabet cracker I bought for when him and Dee came to hang out.
*quot;You good now?*quot; I asked him. He nibbled the snack, looking content.
*quot;Where canlı bahis did Dee go?*quot; Brandy asked.
I set Junior up on the kitchen floor with a second cracker on a baby plate in front of him. I reminded him of the *quot;no leaving the kitchen while eating*quot; rule before turning to his mother.
*quot;I was supposed to give Reese his 2K back today, but since my car won't start I asked Dee to take it over there for me. He'll be back in a minute.*quot;
She nodded, but her lips were pursed like she saw right through my story. *quot;The least he could've done was call me and let me know he wasn't coming right back.*quot;
*quot;He probably didn't feel the need since it's right up the street.*quot;
She plopped down on the couch, her head in her hands. Shit, what had I done? Should've never asked him to pick me up.
*quot;I'm just so tired of this,*quot; she said. *quot;I tried calling him. He didn't even answer the phone. I had to walk all way over here looking for him because he couldn't bother letting me know what was going on.*quot;
We lived in the same apartment complex, though they were on the other side. She definitely had no business out at night, walking with a baby.
*quot;I'm sorry. This was all me. If my car wasn't fucked up?*quot;
*quot;It's not your fault, Clarence.*quot; She lifted her head, wiping her wet eyes. I felt like shit.
Junior started whining. I grabbed him and asked him what the problem was. He didn't want anymore crackers or his sippy cup. The fists rubbing his eyes told me he was sleepy. I kept bouncing him and within minutes his head was on my shoulder and he was asleep. When I saw that Brandy was still looking upset, I laid him down in my bedroom. I shot Dee a 911 text before going back to the living room.
*quot;You want something to drink?*quot; I asked Brandy.
*quot;No, thank you.*quot;
I grabbed myself a beer and sat in the chair next to the couch. I couldn't think of not one damn thing to say to her, while feeling like I needed to say something to try again to cover for Dee. I rehearsed some shit in my head, trying to get it right before saying it.
She was the one to break the silence. *quot;You got a new tattoo?*quot;
I looked down at the fresh, glossy ink on my right hand. *quot;Yeah. It was about time for some new art.*quot;
*quot;Can I see it?*quot;
I extended my hand to her. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, sending the most unexpected zig-zag through my stomach. Seeing her brown fingers wrapped around my tatted arm, her nails neon yellow, long, and capable of scratching a nigga to shreds while he fucked her missionary style, it was impossible to keep my dick from getting hard.
*quot;That's nice,*quot; she said. *quot;How long did it take?*quot;
I cleared my throat. *quot;Um, about two hours.*quot;
She shook her head. *quot;I want tattoos, but I don't have the patience to sit there for those long hours.*quot;
*quot;It's like when y'all get y'all hair done, or y'all nails.*quot;
*quot;I can't do those either. That's why I do my own. I can't sit and let somebody work on me for hours.*quot;
What if they were working on your pussy? Could you sit there bahis siteleri and take that?
I pushed the thought from my mind, or at least I tried to. It didn't work.
*quot;Can I ask you something, Clarence?*quot;
*quot;Go 'head.*quot;
She let my hand go, looking down at her lap as she spoke. *quot;Do you think Dee still loves me?*quot;
*quot;Of course he does, Brandy.*quot;
She paused. *quot;Do you think he still finds me attractive?*quot;
I knew he didn't, but I told her of course he found her attractive.
*quot;Do you think I'm attractive?*quot;
The question came out low and unsure. I couldn't believe this girl was questioning her beauty. She was one of the finest girls at our high school five years ago. Had dudes swarmed her trying to gain acknowledgement, but I guess she'd been too busy following behind Dee to notice.
*quot;I think you're attractive as fuck.*quot;
She laughed at the emphasis I'd put on the end of the compliment. Her cheeks even became red, her head ducking self-consciously.
*quot;Can I ask you something else? Something kind of personal?*quot;
I sucked air between my teeth. *quot;I don't know. How personal is it?*quot;
She shrugged her shoulders innocently. *quot;Just a little bit.*quot;
*quot;Alright. Ask me.*quot;
*quot;Why don't you have a girlfriend?*quot;
It was my turn to shrug. *quot;I just haven't connected with anybody on that level yet.*quot;
*quot;Do you have any girls on the side for when you...you know.*quot;
I laughed at her boldness. *quot;For when I what?*quot;
She cocked her head at me. *quot;Come on. You know what I'm trying to ask.*quot;
*quot;I don't know. Ask the full question.*quot;
*quot;For when you get horny.*quot;
She had definitely gotten personal.
*quot;Yeah,*quot; I told her. *quot;I got two.*quot; I held my hands up for her.
She rolled her eyes, laughing lightly.
I took a sip of my cold beer, feeling a little warm. *quot;Why you ask me that?*quot;
She gave another innocent shrug. *quot;Just wondering.*quot;
*quot;Why were you wondering?*quot; That was the real question.
*quot;I just...*quot; She trailed off.
*quot;You just what?*quot;
*quot;I just always wondered why you're the only friend with no girlfriend when you...*quot;
*quot;When I what?*quot;
*quot;When you look...*quot; She gestured at me. *quot;I don't know. You just look like what girls say they want.*quot;
I looked down at myself. All I saw was an average nigga with both arms tatted, a little bit of a build on him, and a basic white-T, jeans, and Nikes on. I ain't feel like I was nothing special.
*quot;Maybe I got the look but not the personality they're looking for.*quot; I wasn't tripping on it. I was cool living that boring, single life.
*quot;My turn to ask you something since we're playing twenty-one questions,*quot; I said.
She smiled, and I had to admit it made me feel that same zig I'd felt when she touched me.
*quot;You coo with answering a personal question?*quot;
*quot;How personal?*quot; she mocked.
*quot;Very personal.*quot;
She bit her bottom lip and nodded at me.
I took a deep swollen of my beer first. *quot;You happy with Dee?*quot;
It took her a minute to answer. *quot;Sometimes.*quot;
I nodded at bahis şirketleri that, understanding her mixed answer. *quot;I was just asking, because I remember how y'all was in high school. Whenever we saw him, you wasn't far behind.*quot;
*quot;I loved him a lot. I still do.*quot;
She didn't have to tell me. It was all over her emotional face, in those tears she'd cried earlier.
*quot;But sometimes,*quot; she added, *quot;I wonder what it would be like if I didn't love him. If I had moved on from him and did something different.*quot;
*quot;What you would've did?*quot;
*quot;I don't know. Maybe would've went to cosmetology school. Had my own apartment and car. Been an independent woman. Maybe been a ho.*quot;
I laughed at that. *quot;Maybe not that last part. You don't have a ho bone in your body.*quot;
*quot;I know, but sometimes I wish I did. Then I would've dated more before settling down. I would've had some different experiences. I feel like I've missed a lot.*quot;
*quot;A lot like what?*quot;
*quot;You know, like... When you're with someone that doesn't do certain things, you don't feel upset about it because you've already experienced it before. You know what it's like.*quot;
*quot;Give me an example.*quot;
She pressed her lips together, thinking. *quot;Like if you've never...*quot;
Here she was hesitating again. *quot;Never what?*quot;
*quot;If you've never tried certain positions during sex, or certain types of foreplay, so now you're committed to this person that's not down with trying them, so you've missed out on that experience for life.*quot;
Her words had an effect on me that went straight south. I should've shut the conversation down right then and there out of loyalty to my boy, but it was in that moment that I had that thought; If he was making it obvious that he didn't want her...
*quot;That was just an example,*quot; she said quickly, trying to clean up her tracks.
I rubbed the stubble on my chin, my mind set in motion.
*quot;I get what you're saying,*quot; I said to her. *quot;Like if you've never been with a nigga that could slid ten inches deep in your pussy and be wall to wall. Who had to tell you 'don't run from it' after the first stroke because you're having trouble handling all of it.*quot;
Her lips parted and she took a deep breath in and out.
*quot;That was just an example,*quot; I said.
Her eyes glazed over like she was suddenly in a trance. I knew then that I'd penetrated her mental.
*quot;Exactly,*quot; she said in a quiet voice.
I licked my lips, maintaining eye contact with her. *quot;Let me ask you something else. If you had it in your face, those experiences you never got to try before, would you take them?*quot;
There was consideration in her eyes as she thought about it before speaking.
*quot;I don't know,*quot; she said, an unsure expression marring her face. *quot;I'd have to see how I felt when they were presented to me.*quot;
A nigga was bold as fuck for what he did next, but I stood up and unzipped my pants. I pulled my dick out my boxers and came to stand right in front of her. She was face to face with my dick that hung low even in its soft state.
When she looked up at me, meeting my eyes, hers were big and brown and innocent and shocked. Behind all that, I saw the deprivation, the hunger, the internal fight for what to do.
*quot;It's in your face. What you gone do?*quot;