A Red Apple (22 page)

I’
m so happy to feel my feet rubbing up against the carpet in my apartment. Today has been so long and I just want to relax. I grab me a pint of peanut butter ice cream out of the freezer and sit down on my black, Italian leather sofa to watch TV. My mother is out on my patio gossiping with one of my aunts about me, of course. I’m content with being alone because I feel torn. Part of me says keep moving forward with Carter but another part of me misses Zeke. But If I forgive Zeke, I have to forgive my old friend right? I know I can’t do that though because B crossed the line and I will never trust her again. I held her to standards much higher than Zeke. I mean she did use to be my best friend. And somewhere in the universal girl code it has to state that best friends don’t sleep with each other’s man.

‘I heard you killed it out there on that stage baby. Sorry I couldn’t make it but practice ran over. I got your text saying you needed to be alone so I will give you that. But if you need anything I’m here
.’ It’s a text from Carter. He always knows how to make me smile when I’m down.

“Baby, Mama is about to leave. My driver is outside.” My mother says.

“I love you mom,” I get up to hug her. “Thanks for coming down to see me.”

“I love you too. But now you listen to me real good Piper. I don’t know what happened with you and Zeke but that man loves you and I know you love him. I know Carter feels safe and that’s ok but that’s not where you want to be. Don’t drag that boy along until Zeke comes around because that aint right.
And let me tell you, playing with people emotions is bad business and always has been. Now if I were you, I’d be out there somewhere trying to find that fine ass man before someone else does. Now you be careful and I will call you soon.” She says and then walks out of my door.

I heard everything my mom had said but she was
wrong. I’m exactly where I need to be. I didn’t respond to Carter’s text because I have some scores to settle with Zeke. I look through my contacts and find his number; The Ex. That’s what I have him saved under. I unblock him and stare at his number for a minute before I make the call. More like fifteen minutes, it’s sad but true.

“Yo,” Zeke answers.

“Hey you got a minute?” I ask him.

“Give me a few
and I will get back with you,” He kills the line just like that.

I jump in the shower to refresh myself and wash the day off of me. When I get out
, I moisturize my body and throw on a black teddy. My peanut butter ice cream has melted but that’s how I like it. I open my laptop and check my Facebook page to see if anyone has put up videos of my sorority performance.

Knock Knock

I l
ook through my peephole and it’s Zeke. I run to my room to throw on some shorts and a t-shirt because knowing him, he will not be able to focus with me in a teddy. And I need his full attention tonight.

“Hey Zeke,” I open the door and let him in.

“Com’ere,” he grabs me. It feels so good to be in his arms again.

“You can have a seat right
there. Do you want something to drink?” I offer as I break myself from his hold.

“Na I don’t want no mafuckin’ drink. I want you Piper but you already know that. So what’s up ma? You said you needed a minute
to talk.” His muscles are flexing through his shirt and I need a fan to cool me down before I do something I regret.

“I don’t know where to begin really.” I say looking at my sweating palms nervously.

“Look at me.” He lifts my chin up until our eyes meet. Oh his blue eyes melt my heart. “I’m listening to you now baby so say what’s on your mind.”

“I loved you Zeke and you broke my heart. For the longest, I kept trying to figure out what else I could’ve done to get you to see the love we had. It was there and I adored you but you didn’t appreciate me. Was it something I did? Was I not enough for you? Why my best friend of all people? Because for the life of me, I still can’t understand what I ever did to you for you to treat me that way.” I say whole-heartedly.

“I was wrong and I see that now. But I can’t tell you why I did the things I did.” Zeke says resting his face in his hands with frustration. “I guess I wasn’t ready for you at the time. But I’m sorry that I fucked up and I want another chance.”

“Zeke just listen to me and please don’t cut me off…
I don’t want to waste your time and have you think there is any hope for us. I gave you everything I had and it wasn’t enough then and it damn sure can’t be enough now. I’ve changed and I’m not that same girl anymore. But I really want to stop all of this nonsense. I care a lot about you and I wish you the best of luck with B. Really I do! I was mad at one point but that was because I felt violated by…you know…what happened between us and betrayed by my best friend. You told me earlier, anything I want I got it. Well all I want is to be with Carter and to have a regular, normal college life. I love him and he really brings happiness to my life.”

“You done yet?” Zeke says
through clenched teeth.

“Yeah I’m done.” I look down.

“So that’s how you feel huh? You can keep playing with that kid but we both know how this story ends. But you got it Piper; I will get out your way. I’m out, I got shit to do.” He angrily gets up to leave.

I sigh
in relief once he slams my door closed. Zeke is mad but he will get over it just like I had to. I feel good about my decision so I text Carter back letting him know I love him. I watch TV for a little while until I drift off to sleep.

Life has been treating me well the last few weeks so I have no complaints. Ernest broke things off with me because of the club incident but I’m not losing any sleep over it. I have practically moved in with Zeke as much as I stay over his house. I wonder what Piper would say if she knew that? She hadn’t accomplished half as much as I have with my boo Ze
ke. We’re on a plane to Miami because Zeke has some business to handle out there. Our trip is only for one day but it’s our first vacation together and I can hardly wait to touch down. South beach here I come and I hope you’re ready for me.

Miami

We stay at The Villa by Barton G. It’s the former mansion of the late Gianni Versace and it has been beautifully renovated into a hotel. The walls are made of pebble mosaics, the frescoed ceilings are exquisite and the waterfall inside the hotel adds a very nice touch the place. The king size bed in our room is decorated European style with blue and gold comforters and pillows. For once I’m somewhere new that impresses me.

Zeke went out to handle
his business and left me at the hotel with 5 racks to spend on myself. I blow through it in less than an hour. I buy a white, two-piece Versace bikini at the boutique located below the hotel and an expensive bottle of champagne. Who knew two simple things could be so costly? I never really look at how much things cost because my black card has no maximum. It’s not until you have a limited amount of funds like $5000 that your like, oh wait let me budget. By that I mean, let me check price tags on everything I buy. Who does that?

I’m sitting at the beautiful pool in my new bikini enjoying a glass of my champagne. It’s time to take a dip because I want to see how it feels to swim in 24-karat gold. I jump in and swim and swim and swim to get a real perspective on bathing in money. The water feels amazing. However, if I say it feels different from any other pool I’ve been in, I’d be telling a lie. The experience is definitely fascinating though. I’ve swum the entire 54 feet long pool and have tired myself out. So I get out and head back to the room to pop a molly.

It’s 8 pm when Zeke finally makes it back.

“Hey daddy,” I run up to him and plant a big wet kiss on his lips. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yeah man,” He pushes me off him and starts staggering towards the bed. “You had fun without me?”

“No Zeke I didn’t. I thought we were going to go to the beach and spend some time together? You’ve been gone since 10 a.m. an
d don’t tell me you were in a business meeting all this time.” I snap.

“I don’t gotta tell ya ass shit B. But since you want to know
, I will pass on that beach shit because I been down there all day.” He lies back onto the bed.

“How was your meeting Zeke?”
I have my hands on my hips.

“That wasn’t shit I just gave them my business plan and bounced.” He says.

“So why the fuck have you been gone all day?” I ask rolling my neck.

“I told ya ass I was at the
mafuckin beach,” He laughs.

“With who? Another bitch? You should’ve just left me at the house if t
hat’s what you were going to do!” I yell.

“I never asked you to come out here,” He frowns. “Matter of fact you can take ya ass back right now if you want.”

“Were you with another bitch Zeke?” I ask.

“Yeah so what? I got you in the Versace Mansion living it up. Yo ass should be grateful.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yeah I did a couple times and now I’m tired. But I want to bust another nut so come sit on this dick,” He points
at his semi hard erection.

I put a condom on him and mount the pole reverse cowgirl. Up and down
, up and down, round and round, up and down I’m riding his dick gracefully. His dick isn’t all the way hard but even on semi he’s at least 8 inches so I’m getting mine. “You like this pussy baby?” I ask him. “Tell me Piper ain’t putting it down like me.” I demand him to declare. But I get no answer. I turn around and this fool is sleeping...”Wake up daddy,” I say while still riding him. But he never responds so I hop off and snuggle up next to him in bed.

School is just about over with finals right around the corner. I haven’t been doing so well in my classes because I’m either too busy getting high off mollies or trying to come back from a crash. I really hope Zeke doesn’t find out about us using in his club because he will flip the fuck out. Other than that, I’m really doing my thing at the strip club and it pleases Zeke. And anytime Zeke is happy, I’m happy.

After my history class ends I decide to try once more to sweet
talk my professor. This time I’m dressed for the occasion in a skimpy, royal blue, flared bandage dress by Herve Leger. All of my other instructors have fallen for the okiedoke and promised me I will at least make a C for the term if I pass my final exam. I’m good with that, hell all I need to do is pass. My dad is threatening to cut me off financially if I bomb the semester and I can’t have that.

“Brianna, what can I do you for?” My potbelly professor asks.

“I wanted to know what I could do to pass the class,” I bite my bottom lip while eyeing his dick sexually.

“Brianna you haven’t been to my class in weeks so I’m afraid it’s too late for that.”

I slowly stroll over to him so he can really digest what I’m asking him for. I sit on his desk, pull my feet up and spread my legs open revealing my bare pussy. Dr. Burton swallows hard out of uncertainty but the dick never lies and his has surfaced through his jeans.

“Oh my
! What a big, hard dick you have there Dr. Burton,” I pull him between my legs. “Don’t be scared baby just whip that thing out and stick it in my hole.”

“Oh… err… I… I… I don’t think we should be doing this Brianna,” Dr. Burton stutters.

“Well we are and all I ask for in return is a C.” I unbuckle his pants and they fall to the floor. “Now stick that big cock in this juicy black pussy because I know you want to.”

His dick is seeping out of the hole in his boxers
so I place a rubber on him. It’s so thick and long, I almost forget how sloppy his ass is. He has a banana curve and I can’t wait to see what that’s like. Finally, he positions himself at my opening and dives in. I have to give it to him because his stroke game is on point. He is thrusting into my pussy at an angle hitting every wall imaginable. “Oh yessss Dr. Burton… fuck this black pussy,” I moan. In and out, In and out damn this white man knows how to get down. “You like this big cock don’t ya?” He asks. “Yeah… Give… it to me,” I can feel my orgasm coming on soon. “Unnnnhhhhh,” I cum all over his dick. He pulls out, snatches off the rubber and starts jacking himself off. “OH HERE IT COMES,” He whines. “Shoot that shit out,” I cheer him on all the while squeezing his nipples. “Come on shoot it,” I smack his belly. “Arrrrrggggghhh… FUUUCCCCCKKKK… YOU DIRTY BLACK WHORE.” Dr. Burton is dry humping the air as his nut foams out all over his hand and penis. The look on his face is priceless and I’m positive I will pass. He is panting for air like he’s about to have a heart attack.

“So a C?” I straighten myself up so I can get ready to bounce.

“You earned an A,” He winks at me.

I have one final left but I already know I’ve managed to ma
ke all A’s yet again and I’m proud of myself. I make a vow to go out at the end of the week because I need it. All I wear these days are my sorority t-shirts and jeans. Between school and all of the volunteer work I’ve been doing, I barely have enough time to get out and play or shop. I’m bored out of my mind and what is college without a little fun?

“Hey you bought your swimsuit right? We heading straight to the pool party when we leave here.” Carter says while doing some push-ups.

“Yeah I got it,” I reassure him.

I’m at Planet Training with my baby working out, trying to maintain my physique. We’ve been going hard in the gym these days and I’m definitely seeing the fruits of my labor. I’ve put on a few pounds and I’m wearing them well. My ass has gotten bigger, my waist is smaller and my abs are more defined. I’d say my body looks identical to Melissa Ford and that is something to brag about. Though I haven’t been out showing off, I’m really looking forward to doing so at this pool party today. Carter has disappeared into the weight room, leaving me to finish my 3 sets of squats.

“You can
’t change a maaannnn he already grown what you gone do? You wonder why he acts like a booooyyyy,” I am singing along to K Michelle while I finish up my work out. My pink beats are pounding in my ears.

I go into the locker room to freshen up and get dressed. I start taking se
lfies for Facebook because I’m looking good as hell. I’m draped out in a pink bandeau bikini top and blue turquoise bottoms. My bikini bottom is barely covering my apple bottom ass but I’m not afraid to show it. As a matter of fact, I’m about to flaunt it. There isn’t a dimple or stretchmark in sight, just pure perfection at its best. My pink and brown Giuseppe Zanotti heels are the perfect fit for the occasion. I put all of my belongings in my tan Gucci beach tote and am out the door with my man in tow.

Pool Party

Carter and I walk into his frat house like celebrities. Gold specs on, Tom Ford baby.
All eyes are on me and I’m shitting on everybody. The females are shooting me dirty looks while their men salivate, but I can’t blame them. I would hate me too if I was a basic bitch. I promise can’t help it. I get my superb ass genes from my momma.

“I’m going t
o go get us some drinks.” I say when we finally make our way to the back where the pool party is.

“Cool but don’t be gone too long. I don’t want to have to drop a nigga for looking too hard,” Carter looks around suspiciously.

Believe it or not, he’s serious as hell. Lately niggas have been coming on to me a lot stronger than usual. I’m starting to feel like I need bodyguards everywhere I go. I’m throwing it as I walk over to the homemade cabana bar area. Oh, how I am stunting on these hoes but what else can I do?

“My body is
yo body,” Hold up, my girl Ciara is on, time to get it in. I start rolling my body to the beat as I watch my ass. Talk about looking back at it. I look around and sure enough I’m giving these bitches hell. I see Brianna and her boo and of course I have Zeke’s full attention. I match his gaze and stick my index finger between my teeth seductively. He starts walking towards me, slowly, but for surely. When he gets close enough, he takes a seat in a lounge chair directly in front of me. We still haven’t broken our intense stare down. I want his fine ass right about now. So I turn around to give him a first class seat to my fat ass, popping it all up in his face. I go to the ground in a doggy style position and start backing my thing up right in front of him. At one point, he touches my ass but I smack his hands away from me and smile. “You can’t keep ya hands off me.” I mouth to him along with Ciara. I had forgotten about the other people around but I’m reminded quickly by the clapping and whistles. I break out of my trance and get my ass up. But I don’t walk away because Zeke has me in a stand still state of mind.

Jay Z’s song ‘Crown’ has come on so the atmosphere has changed. Zeke has his elbows u
p in the air and I can tell he’s in his own zone. So are all of the other guys here and who can fault them? Jay Z can make anybody feel like a fucking G, including me. But I promise Zeke is that nigga. He has G written all over his cocky ass. The king of New York, the boss around town and you can ask about him. The testosterone in the air is palpable. I start shaking my ass on Zeke and he just stands there, gangsta, like the composed man he is. He gently taps my ass a few times but other than that, he remains cool with his elbows rising up into the air here and there.

U.O.E.N.O comes on next and I turn around to look at Zeke and start throwing
my hands in his face like I’m Rocko rapping to him. He nods his head and pulls me into him with his hands glued to my ass. I kiss him and I can taste the Corona on his soft lips. I watch his lips roll back into place and I want them somewhere down below.

Next thing I know
, chaos is everywhere. I turn around and a few of Carter’s friends are holding him back. Oh no! I forgot I’m in public again. Not really, I know where I am but I want to be doing exactly what I’m doing, with the nigga I’m doing it with. There is no way I can deny what Zeke and I have this time though because it’s as clear as day. Everybody can see it so I know they are confirming their suspicions and the rumors. Zeke looks over at Carter, grabs my ass harder and laughs. DJ Khaled’s ‘I’m on one’ is on and it’s like chance. When Drake says, ‘I’m just feeling like the thrown is for the taking,’ I drop my head in shame. That line describes what is going on to the T. I don’t know what to do. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Fuck that nigga! I d
on’t give a fuck about him being our advisor!” Carter yells and finally gets free. He runs up on us and tries to land a punch on Zeke’s face but he ducks and Carter misses. Zeke comes back with a mean ass 2 piece and Carter drops to the floor. Everyone is laughing except for me. I’m scared out of my mind so I back up with my hands over my mouth.

“Fuck me why?” Zeke starts tauntin
g Carter. “Because your girl chose me. She always does nigga I thought you knew that was my pussy. Everybody else around this mafucka do so the jokes on you. Get your punk ass back up!”

Carter gets up and tries another blow that is again unsuccessful. They fall and Zeke starts going in on my baby face. Blood is everywhere but nobody will stop it.
“Zeeeeekkkkkkeeee stoooooppppp!” I run over and push him off of my man. I try to wipe off as much blood as I can but Carter pushes me away and I fall onto my ass. That sends Zeke over the edge, “Bitch nigga you done fucked up now,” Zeke roars. And then he’s back on top of Carter stomping the shit out of him. I grab Zeke up off of Carter again but this time I’m crying. “Please don’t, your gonna kill him,” I look into Zeke’s eyes. “Let’s go Piper,” Zeke grabs my arm. “No!” I yell and try to get free. But he won’t let me go and I’m not strong enough to fight him off. So he drags me out of the frat house and throws me into his 750.

Back at Zeke’s condo I can’t even get my thoughts together. I can’t think of anything to say. I go into his bathroom, get in the shower and scrub all the blood away. I throw on a short
, orange wrap-around dress I had in my beach tote because my bikini is covered in blood. Why does my life have to involve so much drama? I’ve been living my life happily so why did I go and fuck that up? It’s like something came over me when I was on the ground dancing for Zeke. I think it’s same thing that had come over me when he beat me. When I walk into the living room Zeke is puffing on a blunt.

“Sit down ma, we gotta talk.” He says seriously.

“I don’t have anything to say Zeke. I left my man at that damn party and I don’t even know if he’s alive or not. Meanwhile, I’m here with you and you want to talk. Why the fuck did you even bring me here?” I say crossing my arms.

“Ha! I will ask you this
question for kicks. Do you want to leave?” Zeke asks with an arrogant grin as smoke escapes from his nostrils.

“No I don’t but I should want to right? Why do you effect me like this?” I reply honestly. I walk over to sit between his legs and lay my head on his crotch. I feel safe with Zeke and I can’t say I
don’t miss him because that would be a lie.

“Listen Piper
, Carter is still breathing and that’s only because of you. I would’ve killed that nigga today. Consequently, the university called and I lost my gig. I’m cool with that because I was getting ready to quit anyway. But you and I need to talk about what’s going to happen with us. That bird shit you got going with Carter is over so you need to handle that before I have to.”

“I’m not leaving Carter again, no! I love you but I love him too and I need some time to figure things out.” I hold my ground.

“Your time is up shorty so I will either see you at the club tonight or if not then I know where we stand.”

With that, I leave his house. I sit outside and call my girl Courtney to pick me up. As I wait, I try to sort out my love triangle. I love Carter and with him I know I have a man downright committed to me. No cheating, no lies and no nightlife bullshit. Zeke on the other hand makes me feel alive. My heart stops in his presence and my body desires, obey and connects to him. His touch, his smell, his voice, his smile, his dick and everything about him drive
s me crazy. As much as I try to move on something always pulls me back. I want both of them because they each have something I don’t want to live without. But this is the real world and I can’t have my cake and eat it too. It’s time to make a decision.

I’m sitting in the car with
Courtney. She had witnessed the entire throw down so I know it’s only a matter of time before she opens her mouth. My girl is never one to bite her tongue and that’s what I like about her. That authentic quality she possesses is hard to come by these days. When I glance at her we both crack up laughing. Only the two of us can laugh in a time of turmoil.

“So what happened wit you and Zeke chica,” Courtney nosey ass meddles.

“He lost his job at the school,” I say trying to catch my breath after all the cackling.

“We knew it was only a
matta of time before that happened. His ass is way too crazy about you for him to keep his shit togetha. But fuck all that what transpired up there between y’all?” She pries.

“He wants me to leave Carter and I told him I couldn’t do that.”
I tell her.

“So
wha? You gonna keep pretending that thas where you wanna be? Even I know betta bitch, as a matter of fact everybody at the party probably does. No wait the whole damn school knows. The chemistry between y’all is hard to miss unless you’re fuckeen blind or some shit like dat,” Courtney is popping her gum so hard I feel sorry for it. “I told you to leave Carta alone Pipa.”

“But I love Carter and I’m not just going to drop everything we have.”
I argue.

“Girl
please! The way you had that big booty all in Zeke’s face at the party, I seriously doubt it. You just want Carta as a safety net but you know and I know that shit ain’t right.” Courtney says.

“What’s wrong with wanting to feel safe Courtney? And I was only dancing with Zeke, it’s not like I was fucking him.”
I’m pissed off now.

“Ok
whateva you say, I know what I saw. Your ass looked possessed out there like you was serving Zeke and shit. I bet you would’ve fucked him right there outside if Carta didn’t break up the show. His hands were all on your ass so maybe you wasn’t fucking him but you may…”

“Ok… Damn Courtney… yes… I did want to fuck him. No
I do want to fuck. No scratch that, I want to fuck his brains out. And yeah I probably would’ve fucked him right there in front of everybody, hell I did before.” My voice is raised and my heart is pounding.

“
Thas what the fuck I been sayeen all this time chica. You’re the only one trying to fight it. And let’s rewind, you fucked Zeke in public? When and where was this?” She looks surprised.

“This past new years in New York at a club.” I say proudly.

“In the bathroom? So how was that?” She asks.

“No I fucked him in the mid
dle of VIP as a crowd cheered us on. And I will tell you this. No matter when, where or how I fuck Zeke, he always makes it count baby. Now are you done interrogating me sis?” I throw my shades back on and the rest of the ride is silent.

Once I make it home
, Carter is sitting in my living room with his head down. I don’t know how he got in my apartment but I’m so happy to see him. I run over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He turns and rests his head on my stomach. I’m relieved to have him in my arms because I know he is safe now. From Zeke, from all of the laughing onlookers, from everything. It’s just he and I, silence and the raindrops falling on my window. He looks up at me and his face is swollen from the beat down he got. I can hold him forever but I want to give him some.

I drop down to my knees, pull down his trousers and free his manhood. I carefully soak up his penis with my warm saliva and take his entire dick into my mouth. I almost gag because of his size but I don’t care because I know my man needs this. I have to soften the blow to his ego by pleasing him. “
Ohhhhhh baby,” Carter lets out a soft howl. I look into his eyes and can see his hurting soul. I work my magic mouth on his dick to the best of my ability. “Sit on it before you make me nut,” he pulls me up to him. I straddle him and slide down on his pipe slowly taking him in. I ride him delicately, slowly, with ease making sure he feels my pussy muscles retracting. “How do you like that daddy?” I ask looking into his swollen eyes. Then a glimpse of Zeke flashes before my eyes and I really begin grinding on his tool. “Cum with me Piper.” He mutters. “Immmm cummmmiinnngg,” I throw my head back and we cum together. Our lovemaking has never been so intense.