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Chapter 22
 
“When a Man’s Fed Up”
 
Touch
J
ewel greeted me at the door, “Hey, boo.” She tried to kiss me on the lips, but I turned, and she caught my cheek instead.
While walking in the house, I was on my cell phone patching up things with Lisa. I didn’t know what Jewel had in mind, but this one night wasn’t gonna change how I felt about things between us.
I went into the kitchen to grab a Heineken from the fridge then glanced over at the food that Jewel cooked.
Damn! My favorite
, I thought as my mouth began to water, but I refused to voice it. Instead, I acted like it didn’t even faze me.
I noticed Jewel let out a big sigh, I guess, to refrain from getting pissed and going the fuck off on me.
I grinned to myself and continued my phone conversation. “Yeah,” I replied, walking over to the living room to sit down on the couch.
“Baby, how was your day?” Jewel inquired.
“A’ight,” I responded.
“Well, maybe I can make it end on a wonderful note.” Jewel began to massage my shoulders.
She poured vanilla-scented oil in to her hands, rubbed them together to get the oil nice and warm then caressed my shoulders deeply. I couldn’t deny, that shit felt damn good too.
“How’s that?” Jewel asked, after giving me a five-star full body massage.
“That was on point,” I said, finally relaxed enough to notice how enticing her nightie was.
My dick began to rise as I watched Jewel’s ass bounce in her thong as she walked over to the bar to make me a Grey Goose on the rocks. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels as I gulped down the drink she’d made me.
“Uuummm . . . is this for me?” she asked, rubbing my now fully erect dick.
I didn’t respond. I just gave her a grin and swallowed the rest of the liquor I had in the glass.
Noticing my glass was empty, Jewel immediately grabbed it and headed back to the bar to make me round two. This time before returning she turned on R. Kelly’s
and
Jay-Z’s
The Best of Both Worlds
CD, lit some candles, and dimmed the lights. Upon returning to the couch, she took the remote from my hand and turned off the television.
As I sipped on my second glass of Grey Goose, Jewel slipped off my pants. She grabbed my dick and started to lick the tip of my head, gently getting it nice and moist. Then she moved down the shaft, licking it up and down a couple of times then continuing to my balls. A tingling sensation filled my body as she engulfed my balls in her mouth one at a time.
By this time my dick was so hard, it felt at though it was gonna explode. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Jewel gripped my dick and began deep-throating it just the way I liked it. I spread my legs, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pushed her face deep in my lap. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I absorbed each second of this goodness. One thing for sure, there was no denying that Jewel gave a hell of a blowjob.
“You like that?”
“Suck that shit, bitch!” I grabbed Jewel’s hair even tighter, forcing her head down farther onto my rock-hard dick.
“Aaahhh fuck!” Jewel started to gag as my cum rushed out the tip of my dickhead and hit the back of her throat. She sucked off every drip and swallowed like she was eating her favorite ice cream.
That shit was just foreplay for me. I grabbed Jewel and ripped her lingerie off. I pinned her to the carpeted floor and forced three of my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
“You giving my pussy to another nigga?”
“No, baby. You know this is yours.”
“Maybe you giving the ass up.” I forced my thumb in her ass.
She screamed out in pain. “Aaaaahhhh! No, baby. No, I’m not!”
Instead of sucking on her nipple, I bit it. There was no fucking lovemaking this night. To make love, a nigga had to be in love, and honestly I felt no love for her at the time. The thought of her betraying me killed all feelings of love I had for her.
“Ah shit!” Jewel cried out. “Touch, you’re killing me, baby.”
I pushed in even deeper and harder as I began to reach my peak. “Take the dick, Jewel.”
“Baby, please pull out. Don’t cum in me, Touch.”
“Where you want it? You gonna take it on your titties or on your ass?”
“Wherever you want, baby. Just pull it out.”
“Aaaaahhhhh!” After I banged the pussy up DMX-STYLE as in the movie
Belly
, I came deep inside her, totally ignoring her request to pull out.
“Touch, you came in me?” she asked, feeling my wetness drip from inside her.
“Yep,” I said as I jumped up.
I quickly headed upstairs. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit Jewel was talking. If it was my pussy like she had just claimed minutes earlier, then I was free to do whatever I like with it.
I jumped in the shower and freshened up then headed to the bedroom and grabbed some clothes. I made sure I packed enough things to last me for a while. I didn’t want to make another trip back over to the house anytime soon.
“Where are you going?” Jewel asked.
I guess me packing and leaving wasn’t in keeping with her plans. “Back to my crib,” I told her. “I’m out.”
“We haven’t talked yet.”
“Like I said, I’m out,” I repeated, and turned to leave.
Jewel ran into the kitchen and grabbed the two plates of food that she had prepared while I was in the shower. “Don’t forget your dinner!” She threw the two plates of food up against the wall near where I was standing.
I didn’t give a fuck, as long as she didn’t throw that shit at me. I heard her on the phone as I continued to gather my last few items.
“Hello, Misty,” she said between sobs. “He’s leaving.”
Not wanting to be a part of the drama, I rushed out the door, slamming it behind me.
I didn’t even get out of the neighborhood before my phone started to ring. Assuming it was Jewel, I didn’t even bother to answer.
The phone rang another three times. After the third time, I noticed it was a different number, so I answered. “Yeah.”
“Hey, Touch. This is Misty, Jewel’s friend,” the voice said from the other end of the phone.
“Okay. So what the fuck you want, Misty?” I never really got a good vibe from her.
“Touch, we really need to talk. Jewel is talking crazy. I think she’s gonna have a nervous breakdown or do something crazy. You both may be in danger. If you have a few minutes, can you meet me at Silverfish? It’s a bar down at the oceanfront, on Seventeenth Street.”
“I know where it is. Give me about an hour,” I said then hung up the phone.
I really wasn’t interested in how the fuck Jewel felt, but when Misty said she was talking crazy and we both may be in danger, that shit caught my attention. I was hoping Jewel wasn’t crazy enough to try to call the police on a nigga. I didn’t play those types of games. I’d had more than one run-in with shit like that from my stupid-ass baby mother.
One hour turned into two hours as I made a quick stop by Mo Dean’s before going to the oceanfront, but I eventually made it to the bar. I was surprised to see Misty still there waiting.
“What up, Misty?”
“Hey, Touch. Thanks for meeting me. Have a seat. I’ll buy you a drink.”
Misty pressed IGNORE on her constantly ringing phone. The wise side of me was pretty sure that was probably Jewel blowing up her cell phone.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked as I grabbed a seat next to her at the bar and made myself comfortable.
“Well, I wanted to talk you about Jewel. She’s been crying constantly since you left. She’s hysterical. She’s talking like she can’t go on another day without you.”
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Misty’s words began to go in one ear and out the other. I didn’t know if it was the two double shots of Grey Goose I’d drank at Mo Dean’s prior to meeting Misty or what, but my mind was definitely wandering other places.
Places like all over her body, to be exact. This bitch was sitting with her legs wide open. I had a bird’s-eye view of her “camel toe” through her black tights. The sight of her fat pussy instantly made my wood stand up.
“Yo, let me get a Long Island Iced Tea for the lady,” I said to the bartender, a drink that was guaranteed to get Misty a little tipsy.
“Thanks. But do you hear what I’m saying about Jewel?”
“What about Jewel?” I asked, knowing I hadn’t heard anything she’d said about her.
“Touch, she loves you very much. Look, I don’t know the whole story from beginning to end with the two of you, but I do know that right now she’s hurting to know that you think she betrayed you, because she didn’t,” Misty explained.
“Hmm. Is that so?”
“Yes,” she declared.
“Let’s take a walk,” I suggested, noticing that Misty had already finished the drink I’d ordered.
“Okay. I could use the fresh air,” she agreed, obviously feeling a little tipsy.
I dropped a few dollars on the bar to cover the tab and pulled out a cigarette to light when I hit the door.
We walked all the way down to Eighth Street, where the tourists and locals were nowhere to be found. By this point the conversation had moved from Jewel to more interesting things. It felt like only the two of us, the beach, moon, and the stars just existed. This was the perfect setting for sex in my mind. For a moment I felt like Jamie Foxx, and I didn’t know if I should blame it on the Henny or the Goose, but the more I looked at Misty, the sexier she was.
I kept making subtle passes and small flirtations with her. Although she resisted, I could tell, with a little more work, she would be dropping those tights and lifting her flowered shirt. We made our way back to the bar. We stopped and talked a minute outside while I finished up my cigarette.
“You know them?” Misty said, pointing to a car that drove by slowly.
Unable to see who was in the car, I watched as they drove to the end of the parking lot and turned around. There was no one else in the parking lot other than me and her, so I figured they had to be watching one of us. A part of me wondered if Jewel had hooked up with someone and decided to stalk a nigga. After all, Misty did say she was talking some crazy shit.
I took a long pull from my cigarette as I waited patiently for the car to come back around. The closer it got, the more I focused in on the people inside. It wasn’t until they’d gotten up on us again that I’d realized who it was.
“Get—” I tried to warn Misty to get down, but before I could finish my sentence, shots had already rang out.
I jumped to the ground behind a car as I pulled out my gun. From there I shot back. I looked up to see Misty right beside me firing just as many shots.
“Come with me!” Misty, who was like a miniature Rambo, grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her truck.
Moments later, we were in her truck, and the people who were shooting after us had sped off.
“What the fuck was that?” Misty asked, while speeding toward the interstate.
“I’m sorry, ma. I feel real fucked up right now. I never meant to put you in danger like that. I had no idea.”
“Danger? I love danger. It’s kind of sexy.”
Misty had my head fucked up with her response. “Oh yeah?”
“Yep! So who was that? Was that the same dude from the club on New Year’s?”
“Nah. It’s a little more complicated than that. This is some beef I shouldn’t even have. This broad I fucked with one time set me up. She lied to this nigga and said I beat her up, because I won’t fuck with her.” I told Misty the least I could about my situation with Sasha and Diablo.
“Damn! That sounds like some ‘fatal attraction’ shit. How long did you fuck with her?”
“For real, I didn’t even fuck with her. I just fucked the bitch one night.”
“Wow! You must have really put it down for her to be acting like that over a one-night stand. Umph!” Misty cut her eyes at me.
I wasn’t a mind reader, but if I had to read her eyes, they were definitely saying, “I wish I could have a taste of that good dick.”
“Oh yeah, the dick is good, no doubt, but it’s more to it with that bitch. The bitch is just straight grimy. She’ll do anything for a dollar.”
“So what more is it? Like, how is she so grimy?” Misty seemed really interested in my story.
“To make a long story short, she was Jewel’s best friend. I always felt like she was envious of Jewel. She wanted everything Jewel had, the clothes, shoes, jewelry, cars, houses, and even me. Sad to fucking say, but the bitch got all of it. Yeah, she stole from Jewel to get the material shit, but she wasn’t suppose to get me. My stupid ass should have never fucked her.”

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