Smack!“That ripple ain’t shit to play with.”Smack!
I was obsessed with the way my baby’s ass rippled when I hit it from the back. It legit had the possibility to get you seasick, and I loved that shit. I needed a whole motion sickness patch.
“Sol, this is supposed to be a quick . . . Oh my God! I’m cumming! You better not stop!”She is so demanding when she cums.I loved that shit.
I smacked her ass again. “You talked all thatthis is supposed to be a quickie,but now you’re telling me not to stop. What is it? You want me to not stop or stop?”
I wasn’t sure if this was a good place to do this. The amount of wetness that I felt dripping down would be hard to clean. An interesting development in Gorjess’s and my relationship was that she was an exhibitionist. She loved having sex in public places.
With that being said, she carried this big ass hobo bag that had all kinds of shit in it. I never saw anything like it. She had an entire hygiene kit and a change of damn clothes for me and her. For her, it was a dress, and for me, it was sweatpants and a T-shirt. I never thought that we would need it until we did.
I reached up with a hand to grab her neck. When I pulled her back, her eyes went to the mirror, and another nut left her. Yeah, she loved the new tattoo of her name on my hand. When I got it, I didn’t tell her. She just happened to see it one day. Yeah, I was in this shit that deep.
My other hand pushed her lower back down. It was time for me to get this nut so we could get out of this bathroom. Moments later, my little fighters were on the way to knock out some eggs in those tubes.
“Pussy, heart, mouth, ass, spirit, beauty, everything just A plus. I love the fuck out of you,” I told her. I pulled out of her, stepped back, then glanced down at the wet damage.
She reached her hand back without words, and I knew the drill. I grabbed that big ass bag that needed to be on damn wheels. It took us an added ten minutes to clean ourselves up before we left the bathroom.
When we got back out to the main room, eyes were on us. We sat in our seats like we never left, picked up our drinks, and focused on the musician on the stage.
“I never thought I would see the day that I see my best friend get dick in my business’s bathroom. Bitch, did you use the disinfectant in that ‘I fuck anywhere’ bag?” Elica acted disgusted, but I knew better.
Gorjess leaned forward in her seat. “Ma’am, if I recall, you fucked that man right there in that same bathroom. Of course, I disinfected. I am not an uncivilized human.”
I laughed at TJ’s and Darius’s faces. Since they all met, they had spent time with each other. They had a whole group chat and shit. I’d had them all at the house for a little cookout with my boys and Jess’s homegirls. She’d had Vanessa over for a girls’ night. I wasn’t sure if God intended to punish me by linking all of these females of like minds together, but he did that.
“I think I could have gone my entire life without hearing that shit,” TJ mumbled. His face was scrunched in the most unappetizing way. That was how I felt when Michelle talked about her little boos when she had one.
Cadence laughed with a shrug. “A girl’s got to have a life. Nothing wrong with a lil dick, especially when it’s from a man who cares about cha.”
Her tone was really flirtatious, and her eyes were on Darius. His eyes were on her too. I leaned over to whisper in my baby’s ear. “I think your girl has a crush on your brother.”
She tilted her head toward me, then winked. “She does. She asked me all of his credentials after the cookout.”
After I told my ma and dad about everything that happened with Gorjess, my dad did a background check on his family. When she became my woman, she became their daughter-in-law. It was family over everything with the Leotas.
We found out that Travis Senior was in fact a dope boy in his past here in Charlotte, North Carolina, where he was born and raised. We hit it lucky when Christian let us know that he used to buy weed from one of his corner boys. Travis never went to jail or anything, but the laws were on his ass. He met his wife, Sandra, when he was twenty years old. Now he owned three gas stations, and his wife was a tenured college professor at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte (UNCC). Their familylived a good, modest life which I respected. They weren’t rich, but they were far from broke.
“Excuse me.” A female stepped into the section that we all sat in. We all glanced at each other to see if any of us knew her. “Solomon ‘Warborn’ Leota, I’m a huge fan. Can you take a picture with me?”
Alright, now it made sense. “Thank you, sweetheart. I truly appreciate it. Unfortunately, I don’t take photos with females. If you have something, I’ll sign it.”
The way her smile dropped, face screwed, and hip popped out, I knew it was going to be a problem. She gave me this venomous laugh. “Wait, are you serious? Like, you really won’t take a fan photo with me? I’ve seen you take photos with bitches in the past.”
I thought back to the words that I said to her. I wasn’t sure what I said that confused her. “Yes, I’m serious. When I took those photos, I was single. As you should know, I am no longer.”
Her head fell back in laughter. My worry rose when all of the girls scooted up in their seats. When her focus came back to me, her eyes were slit. “So, you don’t want to take a photo with me because you’re with that fat bitch. Wow! I thought she was like some kind of community service image, you care about the world kinda deal.”
Vanessa was the first one up. “Bitch, what God do you pray to that gave you the confidence to think you had the protection to walk over here with the bullshit? It can’t be the same God that I serve because he would have told you that I was a fool wit’ it, and he forgot to screw in my sanity.”
My eyes bucked.Ah, shit!Issac mumbled, “Well damn.” TJ and Darius didn’t seem fazed, so this must have been craziness as usual. That girl asked that girl what God she prayed to. I had never in my life heard that question.
The girl recoiled just a little bit before she peeked over her shoulders. Her little entourage stood behind her with that look ofwhat you gonna dofaces. I knew what God that I prayed to, and I hoped he didn’t put a battery in her back. When Olive Oil’s hand went to her hip, I knew my prayer didn’t go anywhere. Probably because I didn’t repent for the fornication we’d just performed in the bathroom. “Bitch, you can sit your fat ass down too.”
Pow!Olive Oil’s head snapped back from the power of Vanessa’s punch to her face. She must not have secured her wig, because it slipped right off. All the men jumped up to make sure that the fight didn’t get any bigger. Gorjess jumped up and stepped in front of her sister. Here I thought she wanted to de-escalate the situation, but no. Her ass popped the girl again.
I snatched her ass up. “Jess, bring your ass here! The fuck!”
