From the Streets to the Sheets (26 page)

“Let me see it,” she asked, playfully.

“Shame on your ass, girl,” I laughed. “We don’t even know each other.”

She laughed back. “Stop fronting, Chocolate,” she said, gripping my dick through the jeans. “I seen how you was looking at me all night. You’re just as curious about how wet my pussy is as I am as to how deep your dick can go. We’re both grown, so ain’t no need to play games.”

I was a little thrown off by her directness, but turned on at the same time. There was nothing I liked more than a chick who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. I leaned in and kissed Harmony deeply. I usually didn’t like kissing, but her full lips were so sexy that I couldn’t help myself. As our tongues performed a mating dance I let my hand roam up her sundress. Even through her thong panties I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I slipped my middle finger inside her and began to explore her love nest. Harmony breathed deeply and slid further down onto my finger. It was like dipping my finger into a warm pie. She was so wet that I could feel the moisture building in my hand like a thin film of sweat.

Harmony undid my belt and began fondling my dick as we continued to try to suck the breath out of each other. I could tell that she was surprised at my length as she stroked me. Running my hand up her back, I began playing in her soft hair. Before she knew what was going on I was guiding her head down to my lap. She didn’t seem to mind as she ran her tongue along the head of my dick. My eyes rolled back in my head as she worked her lips down the side of my shaft and tickled my balls.

She sucked on my sack like she was trying to get the last bit of meat out of a snow-crab leg, drawing a low moan from me. Gripping a fistful of her hair I began fucking Harmony’s mouth. Her warm breath felt like heaven on my throbbing cock. She bobbed up and down on me expertly, letting a stream of saliva run down my dick and settle on my balls.

“Damn, you really do taste like chocolate,” she gasped, before continuing to suck me off. I let her continue with her little show before pulling her head up and gazing into her pretty green eyes. Behind those eyes I saw a hunger that matched the one building up inside of me.

“Fuck this pussy, Chocolate,” she demanded, laying back on the rock and hiking her sundress up. I pulled Harmony’s thong to the side and admired her bush. It was hairy, but she kept it neatly trimmed. I watched carefully as she began sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, inviting me to take the plunge.

I was so thirsty to run up in this little tender that my hands were nearly trembling as I ripped the condom wrapper open. Gripping her ass cheeks, I lifted her slightly off the rock and slid her onto my dick. I had no problem running up in Harmony’s soaking wet pussy. She winced a little when I reached her rear walls, but that didn’t stop her from trying to pull me deeper. Her small hands gripped the collar of my shirt, almost popping the buttons off as I pounded her.

“Ooh, get this pussy you black muthafucka,” she grunted, throwing it back at me. My face contorted into a mask of something hideous as I appreciated her hot box. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me, Chocolate. Fuck me!”

Now, I had always considered myself as somewhat of a pussy wrecker, but Harmony was no slouch. For as hard as I tried to dig into her, she threw it back equally hard. I placed Harmony on her side and spread her legs into a scissor. She braced one foot against the top of the rock and let me go as far as I could into her.

While I fucked Harmony’s pussy, she fingered her ass and barked for me to go deeper. At one point I had gone so deep that I almost hurt myself against her walls. I proceeded to flip her onto her stomach and enter her from behind. One hand balanced on her back while the other gripped a fistful of her hair. I went to work on Harmony’s pussy, slapping her buttercup ass on command. The slaps sounded like thunder in the still night, but this only seemed to excite her more. She wailed like a cat as I thrust myself into her over and over. I was glad that she was on her stomach so she couldn’t see the ugly-ass face I was making when I exploded into the condom. I came so hard that the muthafucka almost came off. Even when I was empty, Harmony kept pumping. For a moment I thought I would blackout waiting for her to cum, but she had finally reached her climax and lay under me, trembling.

“Damn, Chocolate, the way you throw dick, I’d think you did it for a living,” she joked. Harmony thought I was laughing at how witty her joke was, but I was really laughing because she had no idea how close to the truth she was.

Once we had caught our breaths we proceeded to clean ourselves with some sanitary napkins she had in her purse, and headed back to my car. By the time we got across town to my buddy’s shop, Harmony’s car was ready. As we prepared to go our separate ways I promised to keep in contact with her, and at the time I really meant it. But once she was gone, Harmony became just another faceless pussy.

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“Harmony, what’s good?” I hugged her close to me. I inhaled the sweet smell of her skin and felt the throbbing in my groin. Harmony had truly left an impression on me.

“Yeah, act like you know.” She squeezed me back. “Nigga, I thought you were gonna call me.”

“My fault, ma. I lost my phone not too long ago,” I lied.

“Yeah, right,” she said, noticing the very same Nextel I had used to call my man in Camden clamped to my hip. “You ain’t gotta lie, Chocolate. I’m a big girl.”

“Anyway, what you been up to?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

She shrugged. “Same shit, different day. You know how it goes.”

“For sure. Oh, congratulations,” I said, noticing the rock on her finger.

She self-consciously covered her hand. “Thanks. Listen, Chocolate—”

“No need to explain,” I assured her. “Shit happens, ma. I ain’t mad at ya.”

“You never called.”

“I got tied up.”

“For six months? Chocolate, you know how long I sat by that phone hoping you’d ring it?”

“Like I said, I got tied up,” I said, sounding very uninterested.

“So tied up that you couldn’t even call and let me know what was good. I’m not blind, Chocolate. I’ve seen you and your girl spinning around town. You could’ve told me you were involved.”

“You didn’t ask,” I said, sarcastically.

“Chocolate, you broke my heart when you played me to the left. I don’t just go around fucking niggaz I meet on the highway.”

I raised a mocking eyebrow.

“Don’t play ya’self, a’ight? I thought we had some kind of connection?”

“We did. That was one of the best shots I ever had,” I admitted.

“So that’s all it was, a fuck thing?” she asked, trying to hide the hurt in her voice.

“Nah, baby, I was really digging you, but you know how it goes. It was the heat of the moment.”

Harmony’s green eyes flared. “I don’t believe this shit. You know, I prayed that if I ever ran into you again that you’d have a good reason for not calling. I hoped that the stories that these girls tell about you weren’t true, but I see they are. You ain’t nothing but an egotistical whore.”

“If that ain’t the pot calling the fucking kettle black.” My gaze went to her engagement ring. “It wasn’t that long ago that you were sucking my dick in the park, and I know that engagement didn’t happen overnight. Right after you gave me head you probably went and kissed that nigga in his mouth, so don’t try to hang no fucking labels, dig it? Granted, yours was some of the best pussy I ever had, but the fact of the matter is, we both had someone we were going home to. It was a brilliant fuck, but don’t try and make it more than that.”

A lone tear ran down Harmony’s cheek, and her jaw muscles tightened. “I fucking hate you, Chocolate!”

“Good, then that’s one less bitch I gotta worry about trying to get in my space. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some people waiting on me,” I said, brushing past her. I never even bothered to look back at Harmony, but I could feel the heat on my back. If looks could kill, I’d have probably dropped dead on the spot. I didn’t give a fuck though. It was my show and my way.

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By the time I got to the table where my partners were sitting, I was greeted by hearty laughter. Apparently they had watched the whole exchange between Harmony and myself and gotten a kick out of it. Though we were all pushing thirty or had recently passed the mark, we were just big kids at heart.

“That chick sure looked pissed,” Max said, slapping me five. Max was a high-yellow cat who still wore his hair in a fade. He and I had played on the same JV team in high school and been friends for years.

“You know Chocolate be having these bitches acting all out of character,” Hog added. Hog had gotten his nickname because his nose resembled a pig’s snout. He looked like a slightly more handsome version of the Notorious B.I.G., with a shaved head.

“Y’all niggaz always got jokes,” I said, plopping down on the chair closest to Max. “Where the fuck is Reggie?”

“He dipped out about twenty minutes ago. He went to see that stripper bitch he met last month,” Max informed me.

“Sucker-for-love-ass nigga,” I laughed. “I know a lot of niggaz who done paid for pussy a time or two, but Reg is making that shit a regular occurrence. What is that, like the third time he’s seen her this week?”

“Fourth,” Hog said. “Silly muthafucka took off work the other day to get a shot of that.”

Max shook his head sadly. “That boy is gonna take himself to the poorhouse.”

“Anybody ever seen this chick?” I asked.

“Nah, we weren’t with him when he met her. He was fucking with Tay and them niggaz from the hill,” Hog said. “She must have some bomb-ass pussy, because she’s got this nigga acting like a schoolgirl.”

“Let him tell it, she’s got fairy dust tucked in her twat,” Max joked. “This dude told me that she licked his ass cleaner than Martha Stewart’s kitchen.”

“Shit, I wouldn’t mind getting a shot of that,” I admitted.

Hog pushed me playfully. “Nigga, your hands are full enough. You got a girl and you’re still fucking everything on two legs. One day your dick is gonna fall off.”

“You know these hoes can’t get enough of Chocolate,” I said, referring to myself in third person, as I was known to do. “They pay like they weigh, my dude.”

“You pop that shit now, but what you gonna do when these females get together and try to burn your ass at the stake?” Hog said, in his gravelly voice.

“I wish the fuck they would. My dick is like crack, and these chicks know who got the best product in town. They all pay homage to the king,” I boasted.

“These bitches got you gassed,” Max said. “Chocolate, I ain’t never met a nigga as stuck on himself as you.”

“Stop hating, fool, you know how I do. My show, my way. Recognize!” We exchanged high fives and ordered another round of drinks.

Though my niggaz loved me, I know that sometimes they got a little jealous. I was young, fine, and doing me in a major way. I got more pussy on a weekly basis than some of them got in a month, and still I had a bad bitch who was madly in love with me. My game was on a million and it was only gonna get tighter, or so I thought.

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It was about three-thirty when I finally left Mochas. I wasn’t drunk, but I had a damn good buzz going on. Max and Hog were gonna shoot down to the Strand to get a bite to eat with some chicks that they had met. One of them was a fine, light-skinned girl that was looking at me like she’d suck the life out of my dick. They wanted me to tag along, but I had to decline. The dog in me had wagged its tail enough for one day, and I was anxious to get back to my boo.

It took me about thirty minutes to get to Keita’s. She lived in a nice little two-story house, right off of West Fordham. I let myself in, using the key she had given me two months prior. My boys thought I was tripping for giving her keys to my pad too, but that was just the hater in them coming out. If I loved her enough to give her the keys to my heart, it was nothing for me to give her the keys to my pad.

Keita wasn’t home from the club yet so I decided to doll myself up for her while I waited. I took another shower, scrubbing my skin with some scented wash that Keita had bought me. My boys would clown me for using those kinds of products, but fuck that. I was a pretty nigga and liked to smell good too. After my shower I slipped on a pair of thong underwear, another gift from Keita. They were the kind of joints that had the tubular pouch that your dick slides into on the front. When all that was done, I settled down in front of the bedroom television to wait.

Halfway though whatever dry-ass movie I was watching, the television and lights blinked out. I tried to cut them back on but they weren’t working.
The fuse must’ve blown,
I thought to myself. Grabbing the flashlight from Keita’s closet, I made my way down to the basement to replace the fuse.

Keita was one of those people that didn’t believe in throwing shit away, so the basement served as a makeshift storage facility. Bags of clothes were strewn throughout the basement and every wall was lined with boxes. The fuse box was located in the far corner, just above a stack of storage bins. To reach the box I had to stretch over the bins, and even then I was still barely able to reach it. I guess that’s why Keita called me every time one of the damn things blew. I had successfully removed the burnt-out fuse and was about to put the other one in when it slipped out of my hand. I tried to catch it, but it bounced behind the bins.

“Fuck!” I shouted. That was the last fuse in the house, so that meant that I’d have to move the bins and retrieve it. After a bit of struggling I had finally managed to move the bins enough to squeeze behind them. As I was shining the flashlight back there I noticed a space in the floorboards. It was so small that I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t been looking for the fuse. It might’ve been nothing, but my curiosity wouldn’t let it go.

I slid the bins away from the wall entirely and crawled behind them to investigate the space. That shit was barely the width of my pinky finger, but I could see something underneath. Using an old paint stick, I pried the floorboard loose and found what appeared to be several hatboxes hidden under the floor. I had no idea why the hell Keita would be hiding hatboxes under the floor, but best believe I was about to find out.