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I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

We had been talking for awhile before we ever met. I actually knew her for a very long time. We would also FaceTime and before there was FaceTime we did the Skype thing. We even did that ooVoo shit. She was one of those girls from a different city who you keep around because she cool people but you know you’d fuck her brains out if she ever came to the city.

Most friends have boundaries and shit but she knew it was on sight when I saw her. Shit she was the one to actuary it to me. I saw her naked on cam before. She seent my dick– allat right. Tell me why one though she asked for a dick pic and I’m thinking to myself why in the hell this girl want a dick pic. She sent my shit but she was like she wanted to see what it look like soft. I am a grower not a shower– you not bout to slander my name! I was hesitant. At first but I did it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to show her my meat soft– is was the fact that she wanted me to stand up in front of the mirror and take it. I felt like she wanted to see if my meat hung low. I wondered if she thought the dick I sent her was from another nigga. I’ve heard stories about that. That’s wild af.

My meat ain’t changed– shit! I ended up sending shorty the picture anyway and shit. She really didn’t have much to say. She sent smiley faces, sent me nudes and that was it. When we finally met we just did some chill shit. We went out to dinner. We had wings and shit and she came back to my place smoked a black and drunk a 40. Some nigga shit right. She stayed the night. I made her breakfast and took her home the next morning.

By the middle of the week she started making plans to come satay with me for the weekend. I was thinking to myself like damn but I knew it was a wrap. I knew I was about to get the pussy. If she comfortable enough to stay the night with me and wanted to come back again– for a couple more days– oh yeah. That shit was wrapping paper my nigga.

So the following weekend scooped her and brought her over to my crib. We were chilling at first. Turned on some music and popped open a bottle. That shit don’t really phase me though. Vodka ain’t shit. I don’t know why but women love that sweet vodka shit. I am a hendog man myself. Anywho, I had to piss and tell me why shorty tried to open the bathroom door mid-piss my nigga. I started yelling at her ass. She was tripping. It wasn’t so much about opening the door but a nigga was about to piss all over his bathroom floor. She thought that shit was so fucking funny. I ended up pissing on the back of the damn toilet seat.

Later that night I took a nap or whatever. She was probably doing some sneaky shit on phone. You know how girls do. But I woke up from the nap and shorty was under the covers with me. I didn’t even peep she didn’t have any underwear on at first. I’m thinking to myself who in the hell she think she is. She better quit playing with a niggas emotions– butt ass naked like that. I fucked around and pulled my shorts and my boxer down. I was hella discreet though. I don’t think she noticed. I was playing that sleepy head shit. It funny how women do that too. They play like they sleep when you try to eat it but when you pull them panties off but they lift up for you.

I played sleep and act like I was trying to cuddle but every time she moved I moved back. I didn’t want her to catch me. Then I just said fuck it. At this point my dick too damn hard to be fake tossing and turning and shit. I turned over and ask her what she was doing all the while my dick was in her back. She didn’t say nothing at first but then I kept doing it. Then she asked me if I felt that remote and I was just like naa. She said she keep feeling something in her back. I handed her the remote and was like oh here’s the remote and poked her in the back again. Then she pulled back the covers and just looks and me and told me if I don’t get that shit out her face.

I’m laughing right now but I was lowkey shook– my pride was shook. I didn’t know what to say. I just smacked my teeth like watchu mean. I just knew I had this dumb look on my face. Then she turned around and was like oh my gawd. Nigga what you want me to do with that. I started scratching my head with the dumb nigga face. I was hurt. I started to pull my pants up but then she grabbed it. She looked at me and was like shit not fitting inside me.

Yo when I tell you it felt like weight was off my shoulders. I was relieved I was thinking like damn shorty never told me my dick little before. Then I was thinking like damn my dick little forreal– I started second guessing myself. I had to talk to myself like Fuck that my nigga your dick break backs tf she talking bout. Shit I knew my stroke was on point. That’s all that matters. I knew I wasn’t slanging 9inches shit was close– kinda. Apparently I was the biggest she had. I was just like are you deadass? My shit average. I had a little girth though not too much.

But anyway, shorty had some some bomb pussy. She had a nigga squealing. Her pussy was mad tight though. I was fucking around with her and hit her with “let me out the tip in” and she looked at me and was like “I don’t think it would fit” You know me– I’m just like bet watch this. But do you know how defeated I would have been if I really couldn’t have got it in there. Honestly though I feel like thing to put the tip in hurt me as much as it hurt her– probably not but still. When u actually tried to put the tip in I had to ask her was if I had the right hole cause my shit would not slide in. That shit was mad difficult. On my mama though that was some good ass pussy though. That shit left me confused af. I know slayed that shit though. Whole time that one experience made me one humble ass nigga.

I never thought the reason why a man could not perform in bed could in fact have something to due with how he feels about another woman. You remember the black movies of the 00s. There’s this player who sleeps around with these beautiful women. Women throw themselves at him. The this special woman comes along who a little different. She changes him. She doesn’t even know it. He doesn’t know it until he finds himself ignoring everybody else for this one girl.

Well I thought that shit was fake and it just made for good movies– until it happened to me. Now here I am, single as fuck. I am enjoying the single life. I can have any woman in and out of my bed as I please– with their consent of course– that I want. I can have all the booties I want. Usually women wouldn’t throw themselves at me. They would really be low lowkey. I am lowkey as fuck myself so, you know, I’m all for it. Then this chick comes along. She is fine as hell. She has an amazing body– natural hair and thick thighs. That ass was dumb phat though.

She was cute too man. Almost too cute. Now I wasn’t a Bill Bellamy or a Magic Don Juan. I was just a regular ass nigga with a decent stroke and some ambition. She was an older chick. I ain’t gone lie though, ya boy was hype. I never had older pussy before. I swear i hyped her pussy to the max. Ya boy was super excited.

I was so excited that as soon as we got back to the room I wasted no time to start feeling on her booty. All the girls I’ve ever been with until then well small petite girls with cute little booties whose pussy poke through their panties. Earlier that day we had stop by the room so she could change close before we went on our little date and shit. So she was like hold on let me change into something more comfortable. Now, she was already in some short shorts them tennis niggas be wearing. Mind on, that ass phat as fuck– that thang jiggling bwoooooi. But anyway, she threw on some legging. My nigga, shorty was wearing a thong. Her ass swallowed it to the point where her pussy pussy out the side of the thong.

So we back from our date or whatever and I am feeling on her booty and shit. I am hella excited right now. My dick hard as a brick and she bout to get it. I’ve been practicing. My stroke bout to be A1. She bought to get all of this young nigga. I was ready. Now I am in the pussy and I am fucking it up. She screaming my name and we fucking up the headboard. The next thing I know i catch a cramp in my abdomen. Now my stroke all fucked up and she like damn nigga why yo stop you was hitting the right spot. Then she gets up and told me to fuck her from the back and talk shit to her cause she like that shit. 

So I start talking shit. Shorty went crazy. Her ass so damn phat I’m leaning so far back on the bed trying to get leverage you would think I was doing yoga. But I’m still in it out I’m bout to ride the booty till the wheels fall off. The more she screams the faster I go. She screaming and I’m trying to hold on cause she throwing that thang back. She screaming she bout to cum I am hella arrogant now. I’m like uh huh I told you then my dick said no no no, not before I do.

I came bruh. I came before she did. Shorty didn’t even get hers. My feelings were hurt. She was that’s okay, we going for round two. I was like okay, shit I usually go a few rounds. My dick said, no no no nigga, yo ass thought. I went home the next day salty as hell. I know she was salty too but she acted like everything was all cool. I couldn’t sleep the whole nigh and when I finally fell asleep I had a dream we fucked three more time just to wake up to see that shit was just a dream.

Two days later another chick wanted to link up for a netflix & chill but this was before it actually had a name. I went over there and she was throwing her ass but I kept thinking bout shorty from the other night. My nigga, ol girl wanted the D bad. She came back to the room but ass naked– bust it wide open and said “take me nigga!” The hoe in me took her but the sad lil boy from the other night came out. I kept thinking but shorty. I’ve done this plenty of times. I was not unfamiliar with spend the night with one chick one night and another chick the next, but this time it was different.  

Fuck. Those movies were real life except the only difference is real life niggas don’t live happily ever after. I gassed up the pussy so much– you know what– fuck it. I took that L. It’s okay. You live and you learn.

I swear there two type of drunk sex. Drunk is just not for me fam– unless I’m bout to get some head or something. Now I’ve had drunk sex a few times or whatever but it has always been up in there air for me. I don’t if it has to do with what I drink or how much I drink or a combination of both– dark, light, red, white, pink– I love pick moscato. Don’t judge me. 

But anyway, I’ve had drunk sex a few times and it has either been great, okay, or ehhhh at least in my opinion. At some point I stop feeling anything. It is almost like my dick become as numb as my tongue. A couple times I bust twice then me shit didn’t want to work anymore. My shit look like squidward nose when she trying to get another patty mayonnaise.Then I have to result to fingering or eating her out until my shit get stiff again. 

I remember one night chick bout rip my fingers off. i was like baby this a whole ass hand you trying to get up in there. I’m a big ass dude. My hands are big as fuck. I can barely fit extra large gloves and she was trying to get my fit up in there. Just imagine a whole ass softball shoved up your pussy. I had to tell her to chill. 

Another time I was fucking another chick and I had wayy to much Hennessy and on top of that I had already been drink wine earlier that night. Bwoy, let me tell you. I swear I didn’t waste no time. This time I went straight to eating. I fucked around and ate her ass.I was drunk, oh well. I was ready but  I still had a mini sqiudward. My shit had just enough to put it in but I was drunk so I knew my stroke was going to be off. So I was like I’m just going to eat her ass– she like that shit.

So my shit finally get right and I’m hitting it from that back, her ass so damn phat I got spread her cheeks and hit the limbo with it. Mind you I’m still drunk. She drunk too and she saying my name and shit and I’m smacking her ass but them my legs start hurting so I try to readjust and shit. In my mind I’m thinking I’m bout have her singing Trey Songz in this bitch. My nigga, as soon as I got readjusted she drops down and shit. I’m like damn hold up. She like hell na my legs hurt. So she laying on her stomach now. Mind you that ass phat. Her thigh thick too though so I’m trying it from the back but I’m to drunk to get the stroke right. She was thicker than I was used too and I was too drunk to try to be hella strong this time around. 

After awhile she stop moaning and shit. She wasn’t even breathing heavy. My dick got soft.So I turned her over and ate the pussy again. My dick was struggling. I ate her out for about 20 minutes and tried to hit it again. Nope. My shit wouldn’t work for me no more. I was so dissatisfied. I ended up eating her until she tapped. I was hella mad. A nigga was too faded to go round that night but it don’t always be like that thought.

One night my best friend asked to get drunk with me and shit. She said she was tired of being at home not doing shit. She told me she wanted to get fucked up. We ended up smoking and drinking. I hit her ass with that Erk & Jerk. She was not ready! Bwoy, now they freak came out in her. I swear we fucked for like two hours. My roommates left, came back, smoked a blunt, and left again. To still day she act like she don’t remember much from that night. We went from the bed, to the floor, back to the bed. I think we may have slept on the floor that night though. I swear on everything I thought she was crying at one point. 

She was so gone off the liquor she don’t remember swallowing me up. I’m looking at the posters in my room like they real ass people and shit like bruh shorty just did that. She did that though. Crazy thing though. I was so drunk that I had to tap out. After a while my dick couldn’t take it. I bust like 5 times that night. My shit told me naa nigga chill. I still tried though. I lie to you not– that E&J had me trying to fuck her with a soft penis. She was so drunk that she let me do it. 

We had great sex that night she was the only girl who I ever had sex with foe such a long time. We fucked that long one night and didn’t end up going to sleep until like 5 o’clock the next morning.I was sober this time. I swear I had have bust like 9 times. Sorry 50. My dick still hurt from that shit too. But anyway, Like I said, drunk sex is always up in the air for me. Sometimes I fuck good, sometimes my shit say hell to the naa na naa. I don’t really get to enjoy it because i stop feeling shit. Either my dick go numb or my shit won’t stay up.

 But there is nothing worse when you so drunk and you have to burp but you eating her out and it almost sound like you gagging but you know the liquor bout to come up but you play it off so she don’t think you think her pussy stank because you don’t want to hurt her feelings because you lowkey like her so you got to show her how immaculate your head is. It’s hard enough that you can’t breather but now you gotta pull back and act like you taking breathes because can’t breathe but also because if you burp and throw up this liquor you know you aint never ever ever ever ever going get it again.

I petition drunk sex in 2k16– until I figure out how to make that shit work for me.

That’s all. 

After you spend so much time around another person you start to expect certain things from them and at some point it becomes routine and your body just starts to react to it without you noticing it. My ex had been in an abusive relationship before we started dating. For the first couple months she would always flinch. She would flinch whenever I reached for something or flinched whenever I made any sudden movements. She even flinched a few times I was trying to hug her. For awhile I had to tell her what the hell I was going to do before I did anything so she wouldn’t be so afraid. She said I loved on her too aggressively. After a while that shit really started to annoy me because I couldn’t shake her from that habit.

A few months past and she eventually worked her way out of it. Our relationship grew stronger and eventually we moved in together– cohabitating or whatever. everything was all good. We spent so much time together. We had Red Box movie night. wings night, seafood night, and we even had our occasional night of Thai food ever so often. We really didn’t have a lot of friends so we would just chill at the crib and pop a bottle of wine– just the two of us. Those night got kind of crazy. One time we mix wine and alcohol. We were on a whole-nother level. Sex was A1 that night. She got stupid nasty that night. 

After that it really got to see how crazy she was though– in a good way. She was a real freak. Sometimes it really got out of hand. I was fingering her and I had to have all but my thumb in there digging her out and she grabs my hand and forces it up in there screaming harder. I’m just like gotdamn– my whole as hand though. Oh and one time I was in there with my ring and middle finger– tell me why she tried to break my shit. She tried to shove my hand up in there. My nigga, I’ve got a pinky and index finger too. I’m just like damn hold up! But this was nothing though. Like she freaky as hell. 

One day we were in Pet Smart and shit. It was over the summer. It was hot as fuck outside. I remember because she had on a sundress with nothing on underneath and I was watching that ass giggle when she walked. I was wearing a tank top and hooping shorts. On this particular day I wasn’t wearing compression shorts underneath– I had on those thin ass cotton boxers that kinda fit like shorts. So anyway, we walking around looking at shit for her aquarium. She bent over to look at a log for the tank or whatever. She’s looking at different shit then she calls me over there and asked me if I like the lil thing or whatever. So I’m looking and shit then she pulls me closer. Meanwhile she squatting and shit at this point. I guess she could see my dick through my shorts or whatever but she puts her mouth on the tip of my dick and started sucking my dick through my shorts. I shout out this sarcastic ass “chill” and she kept playing, then this old white lady walked past and she got up and started laughing. I swear the look on that white lady face though. 

I remember another time we where in line at the store or whatever. We were getting a few things to eat for the night. I was going to cook for her of course but anyway. We in line and I just so happen to be wearing the same type of underwear from that time at Pet Smart. She was standing in front of me in line rubbing her ass on my dick. I kept telling her to quit and once she felt my dick she gasped and was like “ohh, you nasty” and walked away– at this point my shit semi-hard and you definitely make out an entire penis. At first I was trying to hide it but the I was like fuck it, act cool, maybe no one would notice. The lady at the register saw my shit and she tried so hard not to make eye contact with me.I was just like fuck it, she saw it now.

So we get in the car and shit and she places her hand on my thigh then she moved it closer and closer until she felt my dick then act surprise when she felt a penis and gone tell me I’m nasty. I told her what the fuck she did in the store and how the cashier was looking. She start laughing and shit and was like maybe she thought you stole a hot pocket. My nigga, what! Did you just compare my dick to a damn hot pocket! 

But anyway, she be doing all this freaky shit in public. She was always reaching for my dick. Now every time women get close to me I either lean forward or slap their hand away because I think they bought to grab my dick. I’m so serious. This shit happens all the time. I don’t even have to think about it to do it. Let me be in the car with a chick and she reaches for something. My first instinct now is to slap her hand. They’ll be looking at me crazy like nigga what the hell is wrong with you, then I got to be like, “damn my bad, brought back flashback” Now I think every woman trying to touch my dick. I swear we could be in the grocery store and I could have on shorts– she would start stroking my shit through my pants. 

Everybody say they want a freaky girl but nobody ever tells you want happens after y’all don’t work out. Once she make your ass nasty, you nasty for life. 

So I’m playing “side nigga” to a chick with a girlfriend. They been going steady for a while now and shorty told me she loved lesbian sex, and it was great but she said it aint dick tho. She told me she just wanted regular dick and I felt like I was just the man for the job, so that’s what it became. 

She would go through the motions with ol girl come to me on some “she tryna get fucked” shit. I remember she told me about a conversation she had with with her girl. She said she talked to her about a threesome but she really wasn’t down for it. I was down though. That would have been the most pivotal point in all side nigga history. I felt like if she would have gotten her to agree to it I probably wouldn’t do anything else in life. That’s how excited I was about the idea. 

Time went on without any mention of the threesome and I kind of forgot about it. So one night I’m in my room chilling, trying to find something to do for the night. I texted shorty to see what she was doing but she didn’t respond so I hit up one of my old hoes. She told me she wasn’t really getting into anything because she had some homework she had to get done. She said she would probably just watch some Netflix or whatever, so I invited her over to my place. I told her to finish her homework then we can watch Netflix together– kick it and shit. 

Probably an hour or two later she called me to let me know that she was on her way. Not even two seconds later, shorty with the girl hit me up. She called me and asked me what I was gonna do for the night. I guess she wanted to chill but I told her I had a chick coming over and her first reaction was, “is she cute?”. I swear I laughed so hard. But I sent her a picture and she started asking whether or not if she was a freak. We were on the phone for like 20 minutes trying figure out if she like to eat the box or not.

Shorty finally got to my place but I was still on the phone with chick so I told her that’ll just text her. I went down to let shorty in and when we get back to my room and we just sat there for awhile– we were talking or whatever but we weren’t really talking bout shit though. We finally put a movie on Netflix and that probably only lasted for 2 minutes.The next thing I knew we were playing 21 questions. And as expected the questions got a little kinky. Meanwhile chick texting me like, “you getting the cheeks”,“is she a freak or na”,“ask her if she down for a threesome”,”she eat pussy”. wholetime I’m trying to chill shorty blowing my phone up. So of course, ol girl said something. She was like damn,O.J I’m confused because I think she calling me OJ Simpson but then she was like Oj the Juiceman. I’m rolling because it wasn’t even like that. I’m like wholetime that’s you with all the juice and she’s like what do you mean. So I showed her my phone. I told her my homegirl think you cute and she want to smash– the both of us. She didn’t believe me so I had to scroll up and shit.

At first she laughed but then she got quiet for a minute. I gave her this “you nasty” look and she smiled. Then she was like, well I am a little horny though. Then she was like “what your friend look like?” So I showed her a picture and she was like “oh, she cute. Tell her to come through.” And at that moment I knew I was about to reach the highest point in side nigga history, even though it wasn’t with ol girl’s ol girl but nevertheless I was about to get the booties. 

Last night really left me in my feelings after what this girl told me. So a few months ago I met this girl. We kind of hit it off or whatever. We would speak often and hang out every once in a while. Come finals we kind of got out of touch with each other. We started summer school and reconnected again. We were taking the same course so we saw each other often. We would study together whether it was in the library, my place or hers. 

So one day I asked her if she wanted to go to lunch. She agreed to it so I took her to this famous food truck that has to best sandwiches here in Charlotte. We ordered our food and sat down outside and enjoyed our food. I don’t know how but we were talking and the next thing I knew we she confessed to me that she only started talking to me because she had just gotten out of a relationship and needed emotional support. 

I was speechless for a minute. So I asked her if I wasn’t for him was she had ever gave me a chance. She just shrugged her shoulders and said I don’t know. So I asked her why are having lunch right now then. She says to me because you’re a nice guy. So just because I am a nice guy you gave me your number when I asked? You came to my place to hang out and done all these things with me just because I was a nice guy. I wasn’t upset or anything. I just thought she gave a nigga a chance because she thought your boy was cute. 

She said she doesn’t know if she really likes me or if it’s just the fact that I met her at a point where she needed someone and I was the one who could gave her what she needed. We sat in sliece after she told me that. She assured me that she really enjoyed my company. She told me I was different. She told me that there was just something about me. She said there was something she was missing and she thought that I may have the answer. I really didn’t know how to take that after what she said to me earlier that night.

About a year ago a friend and I had messed around, a couple times actually. At that point in time we had been spending a lot of time together. Whatever chance we had we would spend it with one another. Looking back on it I think that it was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before things got really intimate, and of course it did. We had sex around the same time she had broken up with her boyfriend. But it wasn’t long before they were back together again.

The two of them had been in an on and off relationship for what seemed like a very long time. She used to tell me everything that goes on within their relationship all the time. I was often give her advice on what to do. If their was on thing that I knew she saw in him, it was his love. Man to man I could tell that he really loved her. I knew he loved her more than I ever could. That’s why they never stay broken up for very long.

When I found out the two of them were back together, I felt strange. I couldn’t explain it and I didn’t know why. i thought about her and I being together. But something about it didn’t seem right. Even though we were very close friends I couldn’t see us together. We had a lot in common but were very different at the same time. No longer did I feel weird about them two being back together again. It felt like that was how it was supposed to be. 

One day she came to me with a question. She asked me about us and what we were doing. I told her we were closed friends who happened to be single and horny but that didn’t change the fact we were still close friends. I am not sure if that was the answer she was looking for or not but I gave her a genuine answer. I didn’t hear from her after for a very long time. 

Now I fast forward to a few weeks ago, when she finally reveal a few things.She told me that sent her mixed signals those times when were were together and she doesn’t know if she can trust me again. I feel like we should never have done it.We aren’t in a good place right now and we aren’t as close as we used to be. I loved her but I wasn’t in love with her like her boyfriend was. 

She said she couldn’t trust me and I didn’t understand why not. I don’t feel like all of it was my fault. He had prior history before this guy but through all of that we remained friends. The times where we had sex was something that we both wanted. I never pressured her or tried to throw myself at her. It was one of those things that happened in the spur of the moment. For a very long time I thought about that. I thought about what we had done and what it has done to our relationship.

It really changed things. I’d admit a lot of it had changed on my part but that was because I fell back. I saw how much he loved this girl and how much she loved him. No matter what happened she was always run back to him. And I thought to myself what would stop her from running back to him if something between us didn’t work out. I felt like I would be setting myself up for failure and I didn’t want to be apart of something like that. 

This a few years or so ago or whatever and I had to work security the day before Thanksgiving for this event that led up to this Thanksgiving Party shit. I needed some extra money so I took the gig. I didn’t have money to go home and see my peeps so I stayed in town with the bae. My nigga all week she been on my back. Every time I got home she was like let me smell your beard, you don’t smell like work, I know you like bitches to sit on your face. I’m like chill damn!. 

So Wednesday night I work the the gig or whatever, the party got kind of crazy– so crazy to the point that the walls started sweating. It was lowkey lit though. I’m not even going to lie there was a couple women trying to hit on me but they were drunk and I was trying to be a good nigga to the bae and shit. I didn’t pay them no mind but some women like to get all up on you. One night I came home smelling like another women and bae was mad as hell, but fast forward to the end of the night, I get home and bae talking on the phone. I gave her a kiss and went straight to the bathroom. I took a shower, washed my hair and my beard. I get out the shower and shit, rub myself down in coconut oil so a nigga was shining, even my beard and I even put some scented oil on too. 

I lay down in the bed and she give me this look. I’m just like damn, hello! She sit up in the bed and told whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back and she look and me and was like “OOH WHO YOU TRYING TO SMELL GOOD FOR? OH YOU PUT ON COLOGNE SO I COULDN’T SMELL THAT OTHER BITCH ON YOU? OH AND THIS NIGGA DONE WASHED HIS BEARD TOO!”

I’m cracking up like bae stop playing I’m out here trying to make a little extra. MY NIGGA, she’s like a little extra? A little extra ass. I’m just like girl shut the hell up and come here. I try to kiss her and shit and she’s like don’t kiss me and you out here kissing these other bitches. Now at this point that shit was making me mad lowkey. So I was like whatever and turned over and ignored her ass. She hates that shit. She starts whining, noooooo, I’m kidding. And then well you can kind of guess what happens next.

So! Thanksgiving day all my exes and chicks I used to talk to start to come out of the woodwork. They hitting me sending my all these holiday greetings and shit and this one girl sent me a semi nude picture and I know how bae is. I deleted that shit immediately and I didn’t say anything to bae. So some point after he ate dinner ya boy had to blow up the bathroom and I fucked around and didn’t take my phone with me. She on my shit. She knew my password too, I didn’t have to tell her, she already knew what it was. 

So I am in the bathroom blowing it up or whatever meanwhile she going through my shit. So ol girl who sent me the pic text me again to ask me if I got her picture and my girl started texting her. Bruh she text her like it was me and had her send another picture and fucked around and deleted her out my contacts before she blocked her and screenshot the text and sent it to her phone. But let me tell you how slick she is! She don’t say a damn thing! 

So I get out the bathroom and bae just stating at me and shit. I’m think my shit must be seeping through the walls. I be joking with her and shit I tell her I got a shit rag. After I wipe my ass i use my shit rag too. She thinks that the funniest shit ever, but I just be playing though I don’t have a rag dedicated to wiping my ass– per se. 

But anyway, she doesn’t laugh at first. Like she got this mean and look on her face but you could tell she was trying not to laugh though. So I am like what the hell wrong with you. She’s sassy as hell and gave me a sassy as nothing. Then she started being stank acting lowkey. Then she started asking me shit like who did I talk to today and shit and started naming names. Now I deleted the text from ol girl so I wasn’t even tripping but I knew something was up because she was acting funny. She told me she was mad at me and I’m just like what the hell did I do this time. I can’t ever do anything right. Then I was like fuck it, be mad shit! You always mad, with yo mad ass. That shit pissed her off and she started going off so I was like girl shut the shit up. She was about to turn up but right before bout to go in on my ass I was like lemme eat yo pussy. She stopped everything, I mean everything. Bruh I can’t even describe the look on her face but shorty was like, shiiiddddddd I mean you can. Nigga I can’t be any more serious right now, deadass. 

So I started getting to it of course after foreplay and shit but her mood switch deadass smile on her face and shit and she hit me with the you lucky, don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m supposed to be mad at you. So I was like shiidd be might I know what to do now and she laughs and hit me with a serious ass no! So I’m just like okay with the Flocka face and shit. So we head to the shower and while we in the shower I’m playing because I was trying to go for another round frfr. But she was having it. I’m just like what I do and she wouldn’t say nothing cause she knew if she said anything I’d know she went through my phone. 

On everything she waits until the next day when a nigga try to get some cheeks to bring that shit up again. BRUUUUUHHHH that shit made me so mad. Like whhhaaaattt. Really nigga, right now though!. Then she’s like you want some ass how about you get it from that other bitch! I’m like dddaaaaaaammmnnn you out here having dreams about me cheating and shit and she’s like na I went through your phone. And I’m like first of all why you went through my phone and you didn’t see she cause I don’t have a damn thing to hide and I was like show. I hand her my phone and she gave it back and pulled up some shit on her phone. My nigga I just walked out the room bruh…

Fast forward to present day, her and I are no longer together. That wasn’t the reason why we broke up though. But anyway shorty was wilding. She crazy! I miss her crazy ass though. Why is it always the crazy ones.

I just had a pretty shitty weekend to be honest. But i guess it is my fault though. I mean, I will take responsibility but damn.

Ok so I have been talking to this girl name Athena. I have been talking to her a while now. We aren’t exclusive or anything like that. Actually, we never went on a date or went out in public together. We just have been kicking it on the low but not really. I mean, we have hung out a few times, she spent the night with me a few times and you know, the notorious. She’s a really cool girl. We don’t really kick it on a consistent basis but you know I still fucks with her and we kick it whenever we can. 

She is busy with school and work and so am I. So whenever we don’t get the chance to speak to each other, it is ok because the both of us understands. Athena and I had grown closer over the summer and it seemed like things were looking up for the two of us. But as time passed we kind of fell off for whatever reason. It bothered me a bit but it took me no time to forget about. That probably sounds stupid but I mean it really isn’t that hard when you’ve got distractions in every which direction. 

During the time Athena and I were growing closer to one another I had been getting reacquainted with an old friend, Tiara. Tiara and I go way back. I’ve known her for a few years now. She was my ace, she was like family. Well I won’t act like that all she was because she was more than that. She is actually my ex girlfriend. I mean, I might as well be honest.

Tiara and I broke up on bad terms. I hadn’t spoken to her and years. She had tried reaching out to me several times but I shut it down early. She reached out to me again and I guess she had perfect time because at the time she reached out to me, I was becoming a new man. I was trying to understand who I was and I thought after all these years and being an adult now, I could let bygones be bygones.

We catch up quick. I initially was an asshole to her. I guess that was a way express myself without actually saying anything. I guess you’d say  was being passive aggressive. But anyway. That is over now and we are on good terms regardless of what happened those years ago. We were best friends again and I enjoyed that. I missed her and I wanted us to be friends again.

I told Tiara everything, she knew about Athena and I. She even gave me advice on the things I should do and what I should say to her. I quickly realized how she was actually down for me and had my best interest at heart. So she knew about the relationship between Athena and I. She knew what went on, when it happened, and so forth. Whenever Athena would live I would call her to let her know what happen. She was rooting for us and I loved it. I felt like she was a true homie, like she was one of the boys.

So fast-forward a couple of months. The dynamics of our relationship had changed. For the most part she realized that I also was concerned about her best interests and I was down for her and had her back. At first she would just come chill with me for the night then bounce. Then one night she told me she was too tired to drive home. I told her she could wait until the morning and it was ok with me. After that night things changed from that point on.

She started to stay over my often. It had just become a thing. It got to a point where she would invite herself over and I would also ask whether or not she will spend the night. It went from sleeping on separate sides of the bed, separate covers, to cuddling, to cuddling half naked, to the point where so nights she would just sleep naked. 

I mean you are probably think why would I let her do this if she supposed to be my friend. But in my defense I kind of like it when she slept naked, for obvious reasons. That probably is an “ain’t shit” thing to say but at least I am being honest. Sometimes the both of us would sleep naked and sometimes we had sex. I mean it is what it is. Shit happens.

But what about Athena, right? Well. I mean she was still there but she had her own thing going on. At no point in our relationship have we  ever put a title on whatever it was we were doing. I always thought of it as we were just kicking it. I am not sure what else to call it. Was she convenient? No, I wouldn’t say that even though that is the way it may seem. I mean, we hung out whenever it was convenient for the both of us. I mean, whenever we had time, we kicked it. We didn’t kick it that often but I mean, it is what it is. 

Tiara and I aren’t exclusive. She used to be my girl but she’s not anymore. I mean it probably seems like we trying to rekindle an old flame but I think we just having fun and enjoy each other. To be honest I don’t know what we doing but I don’t feel like she really trying to go down that road again but what the hell do I know. 

But let me tell you about my weekend. So I had to work Friday. Tiara stayed the night with me the night before. At first she leave whenever I left but after awhile it had gotten to the point where she would just let herself out. So I told Tiara that I had to work that night and I’ll probably be working late because Friday nights are usually really busy. So I told her whenever she leaves make sure she locks the door behind her.

While I was at work Athena hits me up and asked me what I was doing that night. I told her that I was at work so I probably was just going to chill and watch a few movies on Netflix. She asked me if she could come over and I happily agreed to it. I mean, shit! I haven’t seen her in a while, it has been at least 3 weeks if not a month at this point. I let her know that I will be off in a few hours and that I was hungry. She volunteered to bring me food and of course I was down. 

She agreed to meet me outside my apartment building right when I got off work. So by the time I got to my apartment building she was already there, waiting. She brought me a tray from Cookout. I love Cookout. When I saw her I gave her the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek. 

So walk up to my apartment and I think I hear mt tv. Mind you, Tiara was there earlier that day. I pay bill here and she wants to leave on my damn tv like electricity is free. So I play it off like, damn did I leave my tv on. I put my food down and put my key in the door. And this strange feeling came over me. I don’t know where it came from but something just didn’t feel right. So open my room door and it was dark but the tv was still on. Something was off but I couldn’t really figure out what it was.

I turn on the light in the room, placed my food on my dresser and proceeded to take off my work clothes. Meanwhile, Athena is sitting on my bed making herself comfortable. I went into the bathroom and told Athena I will only be a minute while I took a quick shower and then we can eat. So I am in the shower and I keep hearing shit. Like something moving around. I assumed it was my one of my housemates, so I just shrugged it off. 

I called out Athena’s name and she yells at me to hurry up. No less than a minute later I am done. I’m out the shower, getting myself right for Athena and I hear that noise again but it sounds close like it was outside the bathroom. So I come out the bathroom and I heard the noise again. So I asked Athena if she heard that and she thought it was me. She said she heard it when I was in the shower but didn’t think much of it. After awhile we didn’t hear the noise again so we left it alone. 

So Athena and I are enjoying our food and are about 30 minutes into our movie and then I hear loud noise and a person’s voice coming from my closet. Athena jumps up and I was like what the hell. So tell me why I get up and open my closet door, Tiara falls flat out on her face. Athena starts screaming and Tiara has this dumb look on her face. Tiara looks at Athena and rolls her eyes and was like so is this the bitch you in love with. But I cut her off because I am trying to figure out why the fuck she was in my damn closet. Athena looks at her and was like what the hell is going on here. Then next thing I know they start going back and forth. Words were exchanged and punches were thrown. There I was trying break up a fight between two women I cared about. One, my ace dog and another who I have romantic interests with. 

I ended up throwing Tiara out and in the process of trying not to get thrown out my apartment she grabs a hold of my phone and smashes it. I guess the neighbors heard it and the police were called. Man, so much shit happened that night. Neither one of them will talk to me now. I would go in detail about what all was said but that shit was foul. It was ugly, and it just wasn’t me but I guess I allowed this to happen. I take responsibility but damn. 

Shit always all bad for me. I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do. I live practically down the block from Tiara and she wont say shit to me. I haven’t heard from Athena either. I mean we rarely talked before but I think I fucked up this time. But wholetime how could she really be mad right? And why Tiara mad? What she mad for, she wasn’t even supposed to be there. This shit really fucking with me and to make it worse both girl left some of their shit in my room that night. Every time I look at it I’m reminded out that fucked up night. What a fucking weekend.

Bruh, let me tell you some crazy shit. It’s not crazy crazy but that shit kind of got a nigga in his feelings. I feel some type of way about the situation and I’m kind of on the fence about it. I’m leaning one way because my heart saying one thing, but my mind telling me another and sometimes it feels like they’re going back and forth in how they feel. But anyway, check this out.

This chick who I used to talk too, like not too long ago. Actually, we dated. She was my girlfriend for like a few months and that shit just kind of feel apart when times got rough. She broke up with ya boy and I legit felt like shit. I was drinking and smoking every weekend my dude. I was depressed as fuck. Nigga, it would be 3 in the morning and. Would take walks, then a smoke break, then go to the gym, then take another smoke break, then probably go home, lay on the bathroom floor for an hour, shower then take my ass to sleep. It wouldn’t be until 6 or 7am until I actually closed my eyes.

Ya boy was hurt! Ya boy bought cried about how shitty things had gotten for me. I was dealing with a lot! I had things going on back at home with my peoples. People were dying, I was sick, I lost my job, friends weren’t really my friends– it was just a lot of shit going on. I tried to be optimistic about life but it was hard as fuck. Man, she left a nigga at the worst time of my adult life– thus far anyway, but my nigga… I was hurt.

But anyways, shorty hit my phone last night. She said she wanted to talk. I wasn’t really receptive at first because in my mind I am like there is nothing for the two of us to talk about. She made up her mind, she left me to deal with shit alone. You know, I had to do what I had to do and I had to detach everything. It’s crazy because I thought she was the one. I thought she was it. I thought I found myself a queen. I still respect her or whatever, she still a queen, just not my queen but yea bruh she was “it”. At least that was what I thought.

She hit ya boy up though asking to talk. I tried to get her to say whatever she had to say through the text but she was talking about how she wanted to me to hear what she has to say and talking about how it’s not the same and blah blah blah. So I finally gave in and told her that I would call her. So about 15 minutes later I call her or whatever and she hits me with small talk. Asking me about my day and shit, talking about she miss me and all this other shit and I’m lowkey still in my feelings, even though it’s been months. I’m just like what is it you wanted to say that you couldn’t text me- being a smart ass or whatever. She takes the deep ass breath and was like, I have something to tell you. And I’m like OKAY… She took another deep breathe and was like, I’m engaged.

My nigga I legit threw my fucking phone across the muthafuckin’ room! I’m like you engaged? What? When this happen? Bruh I’m pissed as fuck because even we had been friend for like three years, flirting for damn near 6 months before we started dating and she bout to be engaged to this new nigga. Bruh I’m not even hating on my mans but she really about to marry this nigga, NIGGA WHAT!

So I’m just like oh shit, my bad. A nigga shocked. It’s kinda soon. She starts blabbing about something. I’m not really paying attention because I’m salty as a muthafucka’ then it fucking hits me. Like why the hell did you call me to tell me that. I told her that I would half slept better not knowing it at all. Then she goes on about how much she cares about me and how she wants me to be in her life and this that and the third. The petty me starts talking. I’m like shit you fucked that up when you dumped my ass why you want me now. You gotta have everything you ever wanted if you gonna marry is ass. I start going in on her ass. At this point I’m pissed and I’m like if that’s all you’ve got to tell me then okay, thank you for letting me know, congrats, and I hope he’s everything and more than I could have ever been. Tell me why shorty breaks down in tears! Like, what the hell you crying about.

My nigga, no lie, she says I realized I made a mistake I am so so sorry. She said she wishes to make it up to me. She said she doesn’t want to marry that nigga. She said she didn’t know what to do. She said it was exciting and he’s a good guy and all but she doesn’t feel like he completes her like I did. My nigga she is balling at this point and I can barely understand what’s she saying. The last thing I could make out was her saying that she loves me. Then she tells me that she has a question. I’m like imagine, but you have to start crying. The phone goes silent for a few minutes and I’m like hello are you still there. She was like yea, let me gather myself and I’m like okay. She takes another deep breath, calls out my full name, pauses, and says, “I want you to be my husband, will you marry me.”

I told her I’ll call her back and I hung up the phone. Bruh, what the fuck! My nigga, I don’t even know. I can’t even function forreal, forreal. What the hell do I even do?

So, to cap off an already shitty weekend. I had to come home to a filthy ass apartment. Every single time I get home there is something else in the sink, there is something else on the counter, and the trash is piled up past maximum capacity. What pisses me off the most is the fact that every last pot, pan, plate, and bowl has been used. I would have to clean the entire kitchen just so that I can cook without the risk of contamination. Let me tell you how I do not have time for that.

I am hungry as hell, none of my roommates are home and I am ready to eat, but I am stubborn and I refuse to clean up after grown ass men. So I hit my boy up to see what he was doing. I called him or whatever and he’s just like “bruh I’m glad you called. I need to talk to you about something. I need your opinion. Better yet what you doing? You hungry, you trying to get something to eat.” I’m like hell yea I’m hungry as fuck and bet!

So I get dressed and I meet him at the sports bar or whatever. It’s early and there isn’t that many people in there. So basically we get there order food and drinks and shit and it becomes a vent session basically. He starts telling me about how fucked up his week was and I told him how fucked up my week was. I’m like the big brother and shit, so I’m giving him advice and shit like that. I told about how things were going for me and he was just like, “boy you too nice.” He told me to cut that shit out and I need to just go off. I swear I don’t be trying to go off but I felt that though. With everything that was going on I defiantly need to zap just one good time!

So as we are talking about our lives and shit, basically, a woman walks up to us and started complementing us. She overheard our conversation and was like y'all don’t deserve that, there is more fish in the sea, there’s always better alternatives, y'all just need to be around good people, better people, etc.

So I look at her and I’m like so you good people? And she’s like yea and y'all seem like good people, then she hit up with the B.I.G “ tell your friends to get with my friends, and we can be friends.” We looked at each other and we started rolling! Then my boy was like where your friend at? She point to them and wave them over to where we were.

Tell me every last one of them was fine as hell. Like they we OD gorgeous. I’m thinking to myself this is a set up. Shit like this doesn’t happen, ever! So all of us get to talking. We end up switching tables to compensate for all of us. And we start just started vibing. I was picking up on who was feeling me, who I was feeling, who laugh the most and shit like that. Then my boys was just like was this is crazy. We had a shitty as week and now we sitting at a table full of beauty ass women. I’m like bruh I guess this is where humble gets up.

So we talking or whatever and one of the girls puts up on snapchat and IG. So we all start following each other and I’m the only person at the table with like 200 followers. Everybody over a thousand and shit. I’m just like y'all niggas popping huh. Bruh come to find out, one chick was a legit ass singer, and the other two hosted their own radio show. I was like damn. We are just college students. The one girl, the singer was actually in grad school– she was the one to approach us. So immediately we clicked and kind of veered to the side a little bit. While my boy kept the other two girls entertained.

So I’m talking to her or whatever and shorty is blunt as hell and she’s like, “ I’m not gone lie, we were tryna fuck but I think I like you though. But I’m still tryna smash.” And I burst into this ugly ass laugh and she grabs my arm and pulls me in close to whisper in my ear and she’s like, sorry I just thought you were cute. She said she’s usually the shy one but she had a little to drink. Then I was like it’s alright, I was surprised to approached us, I thought we were about to try to sell us some shit. She starts laughing and then she was like naa, maybe tryna throw it back but she said it in a whisper. I give my boy the look and he laughs out loud and was oh shit I know what that means and her girls looked over at her and was girl you better get in. At this point we all rolling. We probably in there scaring all the white but we didn’t two fucks.

Then she was like come with me to my car I need to go get something. She was like it’ll be real quick. Her girls like where the hell you think you going and she’s like he bought to help me with something and my boy is like “aaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeee" that nigga was turnt. I was like aye you better do your thing boy. I know he probably got both of their numbers. I think he pulled it off. But we walk outside and she’s like I just need help with something.

I’m at the drivers side of the car and she’s in the drivers seat. She takes out all of these pins out of her hair and puts it in a pony tail, then she takes off her heels and put on some flats. And I’m like I thought I’m supposed to be helping and she was like you right. So she’s like oops and slips her shoes off and was like can you put my shoes on for me. My niggas she had on a damn freakum dress talking about help her put on her shoes. She leans back in the car and hold her legs out like she’s Cinderella or some shit. I couldn’t move. I was just stuck, like damn! Then she was just like never mind. She get up turns around and starts fumbling around the passenger seat all while her ass was out. Then she looks back and was like, are you gone help? So I reach in the car and she’s pull up her dress and was like tell me how that feels. My nigga I palmed both ass cheeks and I was like baby they feel like clouds. I take one hand and put it up her dress placing my hand right above her crack and I took my other hand and slid them fingers up in her.

Bruh, but tell me why like 2 minutes into playing in her pussy I hear somebody yell her name. It was a dudes voice, the next thing I know this random nigga shows up and starts turning the fuck up. Bruuhhhh I swear I jumped out the car so gotdamn fast. Son! This nigga told me to square up! This nigga was mad as hell! Come to find out she had just broken up with him like a whole ass month ago and this nigga was fucking psycho. I don’t know how the hell he knew where she was at but I was really about to swing on that nigga, not even because of the way he came at me but for the simple fact that nigga was blocking. But it didn’t take long before my boy seen what was going on. I guess when he seen that I wasn’t alone he backed off. Man, I’m still pissed the fuck off about that.