“Babi, can you take me to that park downtown tomorrow?” A little boy asked, who I assumed was Cass, Soya’s son.
“Boy, Babi probably won’t even be here tomorrow,” Soya spoke up.
Babi frowned, while she parted her client’s hair. “Who said that, Soya?”
“I’m just saying it. You might be tied up or whatever,” Soya responded, probably holding back in the presence of mixed company.
I didn’t say nothing, because I wanted to hear what Babi had to say.
“Pssh. Girl, bye. I’ll definitely be here tomorrow. And I’ll see about going to the park, Cass. Just depends on when I finish braiding hair,” Babi responded.
Slidingmytongueacrossmyteeth,Inodded.
“Girl, these niggas is too thirsty,” Babi’s client tittered, before lifting her phone. “Look at what Big Flip just texted me, after I mentioned that you was doing my hair.”
Babi scanned over whatever was in the phone, before pushing the phone away, and rolling her eyes. “Tell that nigga that it aint happening.”
The girl laughed. “I told him that you wasn’t going.” “And aint. The fuck?” Babi swerved her neck.
The girl sighed. “Girl, I feel you. But if I was you, then I’d at least bleed his ass dry. One thing about Flip, he takes care of his women.”
“Umm umm.” Babi shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.” “Here you go.” Soya handed a plate to me.
“Appreciate ya,” I told her, as I examined the food. The shit looked delicious, and she had all type of add-ons like grilled onions, sour cream and shit. “Is that gauc?”
“Homemade,” Soya smiled, as she copped a squat on the loveseat. “Babi is a damn fool in the kitchen.”
“Is that right?” I eyed Babi, while she avoided eye contact. Acting like a nigga wasn’t just balls deep in her just a few hours prior.
I took a bite of the enchiladas and had to close my eyes. The shit was just that damn good.
“You like it?”
I opened my eyes and realized that she’d finally said some-thing to me. “Yeah, it’s good as fuck. You gotta let the girls taste this.”
She nodded. “You can bring them some plates home.”
Computing what shedidn’tsay, I frowned. “Nah. Ion like carrying plates and shit.”
She arched a brow. “So, how will they get it?” “You can give it to them yourself.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I got a lot of hair to do. So, I probably won’t be able to see them for a few days. Maybe over the weekend.”
“Nah.” I shook my head, while chewing my food. “That aint gone work.”
“Haf” She laughed, before shaking her head. “If you say so.” “Nah, I know so,” I rebutted, as I reclined back in the couch.
She didn’t have a response for that, and focused on ole girl’s hair. Maybe 45 minutes later, she was finishing up, and I watched her stand, as she placed the ends of the braids into a bowl of hot water.
That roundness of that ass was outrageous, and had my dick fighting against my jeans as that booty jiggled with every little movement.
I loudly exhaled with relief when I saw ole girl finally leave. Then Babi attempted to switch past me, and I pulled her right onto my lap.
“What are you are doing?” She glanced around, looking at her cousins.
I gripped her thigh, not giving a damn who saw. “Stop acting like you’on know what’s up. Why you left the house without telling me?”
She sighed, as she stroked the waves in my hair. “You were sleeping.”
