It was like mutha fuckas around me wanted a nigga to spazz and really show my ass. The only little peace that I got in my life was when I was chilling with Juniper, which had become more frequent over the last month. Shit was easier with Juniper. I could talk to her about anything, and she’d make that shit make sense. I loved that she had her own mind and didn’t get persuaded easily. If Juniper felt passionate about something, she’d let you know how she felt and didn’t give a fuck if you didn’t like it. She was open minded though, she wouldn’t just try to see shit her way. Then she wasn’t scared to do new shit either. One thing I didn’t care for about Mixie, she was a girly-girl who didn’t like fucking her hair up. Her ass didn’t even take showers ‘cause she didn’t want to fuck her edges up. It was baths or nothing with Mixie. That shit was all fine and dandy until it came time for us to do shit together. Mixie wanted to shop, eat at expensive restaurants, and fuck. The only reason she liked to fuck so much was ‘cause she knew I was gon’ pay to get her hair fixed when it got fucked up.
With Juniper, I got to do so much shit I had been wanting to try. The first time I asked her to kick it with a nigga, it was just to see her reaction. The day after I had to pop up at Frankee’s crib, both of us ended up spending the night over there. I woke up feeling like I needed to spend more time with Juniper and not on no tryna fuck her type shit. I found myself wanting to get to know her more. I asked her if she wanted to go chill with me for the day and go toThrottle Zone, an indoor go-karting place where you could go up to eighty miles per hour. It had other shit like an arcade area, food, bowling, and axe throwing. It was a dope ass place that I had been wanting to go. Mixie said she didn’t do childish shit like that, and I half expected Juniper to say the same thing, but she didn’t. She was on the same time as me. We ended up having a ball together.
At least twice a week we’d been doing different shit together, which ended up with us back in her room for the night chilling. I hadn’t fucked Juniper yet. Something was holding me back from doing so. In the back of my mind, it felt like when we had sex, shit was going to drastically change with us. I was possessive over her ass without feeling the pussy. It would only get worse once we crossed that bridge. I wasn’t ready for our dynamic to change, not yet. I liked how we were for now. Juniper was basically my best friend that let me play in her pussy. Just because we hadn't fucked didn’t mean we hadn’t fucked around.
I fingered Juniper more than I liked to admit. It had become second nature. My hands always reached for her pussy when wewere alone. I low key thought I had an addiction to fingering Juniper. I looked forward to playing in her wet folds and tasting how sweet her pussy was. I hadn’t ate her out. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew when I got the chance, I was finna suck on that pussy. I ain’t even the type of nigga going around eatin’ pussy. With Juniper, I couldn’t front, I found myself wanting to know everything about her, even what her pussy tasted like.
A nigga almost slipped up a few times, but that shit was too personal. Mixie was basically the only bitch I ate out, not counting the first bitch I gave head to when I was a young nigga. I didn’t want shit with Juniper to get messier than it already was. Juniper wasn’t selfish and blessed a nigga with some fire ass head whenever the moment came up. All the lines between us were blurred. I kissed Juniper like she was my main bitch. When we were together, I treated her like she was mine. The shit was crazy ‘cause I knew Mixie would lose her shit if she saw me and the way I was with Juniper, but a part of me didn’t care. I did so much shit with Juniper that I had no business doing with her knowing I had a bitch, but at the same time, I felt like fuck it. The shit was wrong, I still had no intention of stopping. Call me selfish, but I wanted Mixie and Juniper to myself.
Just ‘cause I was handling Juniper differently than I originally intended to didn’t change my loyalty to Mixie. She was still my main bitch and got whatever she wanted from me. She’d been preoccupied with some shit with her younger sister, Lexus. I didn’t fuck with that little bitch. She’d been a ho her entire life. I meant that shit too. That bitch didn’t give a fuck who, what, when, or how she was fucking a nigga as long as he had money. Lexus had no morals when a dollar was involved. While Mixie was in jail, Lexus was at the same club as me. Some niggas I was chilling with that night ran a train on her dirty ass. Each nigga took they turn with her in the club bathroom. Her little trifling ass had the nerve to come up and ask if I wanted a turn.A nigga went in on her ass. She tried to run and tell Mixie I tried to fuck her, but Mixie knew her sister was lying. After that, I kept my distance and made sure Mixie only hung out with her occasionally. Lexus was into some shit over a nigga, and some hos jumped her. Of course Mixie wasn’t finna let her sister get her ass beat, and I didn’t fuck with her, but I knew how the sibling shit went. I let Mixie make it as long as she didn’t end up in too much shit. With her attention on Lexus, Mixie hadn’t noticed all the shit going on with Juniper and me.
Mixie was starting to be at home more, and that meant I’d have to cut back on my time spent with Juniper. A nigga was salty, but it was what it was. Space might have been needed between Juniper and me anyways. I didn’t need her getting in her feelings about me and Mixie. She’d been playing her position, she never brought up Mixie or asked questions about our relationship. Juniper focused on us, and I fucked with that. But that shit would only last so long. Once Juniper really got in her feelings about a nigga, she would behave like every other broad that I fucked with, thinking I was finna stop fucking with Mixie ‘cause I fucked with them. I might have fucked with Juniper tougher than I had with any other bitch in the past, but the fact still remained I wasn’t leaving Mixie for no bitch.
Right now though, Mixie was about to make a nigga knock her the fuck out. A nigga was tryna chill and watch the basketball game. Juniper and I were supposed to chill later on when she got home from work. We talked about going on a hike later on to the city view point. Once you made it to the top of the trail, you got a full view of the entire city. I was kind of excited about tonight especially seeing how Juniper lit up when I told her I was with the shit. She had been wanting to go to The View for years but never had anyone to go with. Most people were scared to go hiking at night time, but with my nine at my side, I didn’t have a fear in this world, and I was happy to be the nigga makingher dreams come true. Mixie’s negative ass wanted to come in the house huffing and puffing. I ignored her ass after I spoke to her, and she chose not to respond to me. I wasn’t a fucking mind reader. If she couldn’t tell me what the fuck her issue was, I wasn’t finna kiss her ass tryna figure the shit out. Everything was good until Mixie stomped her ass into the kitchen and started slamming shit all over the place making hella noise.
“Mixie, stop making all that fuckin’ nosie!” I snapped, yelling at her over my shoulder.
“Nigga, fuck you. I do what the fuck I want!” Mixie yelled back at me then I heard her mumbling something slick under her breath.
I hopped up so quick, making it to the kitchen, catching her completely off guard. I hemmed her ass up by her shirt against the counter. “What the fuck is yo’ problem? A nigga ain’t beat for all this attitude shit you doin’,” I barked through clenched teeth.
“You and that fish-eyed bitch you've been flaunting around like I wouldn’t find out about that shit!” Mixie screamed.
“You tweakin’.”
“Me tweakin’? That’s you, nigga. Why bitches running back to me saying they seen my nigga kissing all over another bitch in public? Nigga, it’s like that now between us? That bitch that important it’s fuck me? You so caught up in tryna fuck her, you forgot about me?” Mixie asked as her eyes got watery. Seeing Mixie tear up pulled at a nigga’s heart ‘cause my bitch didn’t cry for shit.
“It ain’t like that. I just be chillin’ with Juniper. I mean, you already know I wanna fuck her, and you know how that shit go.” I half told the truth. I did want to fuck Juniper, but I wasn’t ready acknowledge shit went deeper than that with us.
“Nigga, do I look like I’m slow? You fell asleep in that ho room three times this month. This ain’t what I signed up for. I said you can fuck her from time to time, not fuck with her.”Mixie used her finger to mug me in the forehead. I let her get that shit off ‘cause I was wrong for how I’d been moving with Juniper.
“Mixie, stop trippin’ over what other bitches sayin’ when you know what it is with us. You know a nigga ain’t goin’ nowhere. We locked in this shit forever,” I said, then tenderly kissed her on the lips. I wanted to smooth this shit over enough so she wouldn’t trip about me chilling with Juniper tonight.
Smacking her lips, Mixie cut her eyes to the side and grumbled, “I hear you.”
“Don’t just hear me, believe yo’ nigga.”
“Once you divorce Juniper, I want us to get married. I mean, the same fucking day. I deserve to be the real fucking Mrs. Banks,” Mixie demanded, looking me square in the eyes. I wanted to say some slick shit ‘cause I didn’t like when shit got demanded of me, but I just told her what she wanted to hear.
“I got you, Mixie.”
“I wanna go out tonight too. We haven’t done anything together in a while.” Mixie fake pouted.
“Tonight? Mixie, I go-”
“I don’t want to hear you got shit to do either. I know you and yo’ little bitch had plans. Tell that bitch it’s a wrap ‘cause you spending time with your real bitch tonight.”
Sighing, I was low key annoyed ‘cause a nigga didn’t have any other option but to cancel on Juniper. As bad as I didn’t want to, what else could I do? If my bitch wanted my attention for the night, then it was what it was. Mixie came first, no matter what. I hoped Juniper wouldn’t be too pissed with a nigga, but if she was, oh well.
“Where you wanna go?” A nigga was still tryna see if I could do what Mixie wanted and still make time for Juniper.
“Mookie’s birthday is tonight, and you know his parties be lit. I wanna go out looking fly with my nigga so we can stunton all them hating bitches and niggas.” Mixie looked at me seductively. Her ass wasn’t slick. She wanted to make a point to everyone that she was number one in my life. Mookie was a big time nigga in the drug game. I fucked with him on certain shit. He was straight in my book. I already knew this party was finna be off the hook, and I couldn’t even be mad at Mixie for wanting us to go together.
“Now, let me show you how much I’ve missed you, daddy,” Mixie said in a sexy voice. She lowered herself to the ground, unbuckling my belt then taking my dick out, placing it in her mouth.
Yeah, Juniper was gonna have to be mad at a nigga for tonight. The way Mixie was sucking my shit, she deserved all my attention.
Chapter 13
