From the Streets to the Sheets (13 page)

Mikala ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife off the counter. Jamel sensed danger, ran into the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

“Mikala, put that knife down. Are you crazy? Stop acting like a maniac. Let’s talk about this shit. It ain’t what you think. I never meant for shit to happen like this!”

“You’re fucking around on me and you want me to calm down? I’ve been sitting up in this house being faithful to your ass and this is what I get in return? You better open that fucking door. Who is the bitch?” Mikala screamed.

“Hell no, I ain’t opening this door. Let’s be for real, Mikala, this relationship has been headed nowhere for a minute now. I let it go on for this long because I didn’t want to hurt ya feelings. Well since it’s no longer a secret, her name is Shelby. She works with me. She’s a secretary. I didn’t plan on getting with her. We worked late together some nights and shit just happened.”

“You fuckin’ over me with a secretary? You know what, Jamel? You ain’t even worth going to jail for. I ain’t gonna stab ya ass. You could’ve at least cheated on me with somebody who has a better job than me. Just pack ya shit and leave, niggah. This relationship is done.”

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Now that Jamel was out of her life, Mikala had a new attitude. To celebrate her independence she bought herself a dark blue 2006 Lexus SC 430. She got it fully loaded with all of the finest amenities that Lexus had to offer. The new car matched her new personality. It was fast, flashy, and stood out in a crowd. That was just the vibe Mikala wanted to send off when she went out in public. She made heads turn everywhere, and that gave her a sense of confidence that she’d never felt before.

It had been two and a half months since her breakup with Jamel. He had tried to call her numerous times to try and get back together, but she shut him down every time. He had nothing coming from her. She ran into him and Shelby in the mall one day and it only reinforced her confidence. Shelby wasn’t in her league. She was short, a little over five feet tall, and round-shaped. She had on a midriff shirt, with her belly hanging out. Her face was chubby and she had some big-ass lips. Jamal could have his little chickenhead if that was what he wanted to settle for, she reasoned.

It was Saturday night and Mikala and Chastity planned to party at the Eden’s Lounge. Mikala hadn’t really dated too much since the breakup and tonight she felt her jones kicking in. If she didn’t get some good lovin’ soon, she was gonna erupt like a volcano. She wasn’t looking for a man to run her damn life. All she wanted was somebody who could take care of her physical needs. A homey-lover-friend would be great right about now.

Mikala pulled up to Chastity’s apartment ready to get the party started. She had on a pair of skintight Apple Bottom jeans that hugged her ass just right, and a T-shirt that had the word “Devilish” scrawled across her ample chest. Her open sandals showed off her freshly manicured toes.

But Chastity came out of her apartment looking a mess. Her hair was still wrapped up in a scarf, and she had on a wrinkled sweatshirt and her house slippers. She wasn’t dressed to go out and Mikala wondered why.

“Come inside, Mikala!” Chastity yelled. Mikala did as she was instructed, parking her car and making her way into Chastity’s apartment.

“C, why are you not dressed yet? You know the half-priced apple martini special ends at ten. It’s nine o’clock now,” Mikala said.

“We’re not going to the club tonight. I had something different in mind,” Chastity said.

“And what is that?”

“You remember my friend Pierre who drives the silver Escalade?”

“Yeah, the dude you met at the gym. What about him?” Mikala asked.

“Well, I invited him and his friend Kareem over to play spades with us tonight. We can play a couple of hands, eat some good food, and get our drink on. I don’t feel like doing the club thing tonight. You’re not mad at me are you?” Chastity asked.

“Nah, that’s cool. You should’ve at least warned a sista first though. Tell me about this Kareem character. What do you know about him?” Mikala asked.

“I know Kareem has money, for one thing. He was locked up for four years and came home like a year ago. Since then, he’s been outta the hustling game. I also know that he runs his own office-cleaning business. Trust me, when you see him you will definitely be pleased. The brother is fine,” Chastity said.

“You hooked me up with a jailbird? Chastity, what the hell were you thinking?”

“Don’t be so damn judgmental. Just because he was locked up doesn’t mean he’s not a good brother. Remember, that bum Jamel was a college boy and you see how he treated you. Give this dude a chance,” Chastity said.

“Your point is well taken. You’re right, girl. I’ll see what’s up with him. I guess it couldn’t hurt. What time will they be here?” Mikala asked.

“I told them to be here around ten thirty. I gotta go take a shower real quick. Order us some pizza and buffalo wings. The menus are in the kitchen in the drawer underneath the cabinet where the glasses are,” Chastity said.

Mikala went into the kitchen to get the menu. When she found it, she called the carryout spot and ordered the food. She took the strawberry daiquiri and rum runner Bacardi Mixers outta the freezer to hook up some drinks for the night. Ten minutes later she had two pitchers full of alcoholic beverages chilling in the refrigerator. She sipped on a strawberry daiquiri and watched
Two Can Play That Game
on Showtime. Seeing Morris Chestnut on the TV screen and the effects of the drink had her feeling a little horny. She could use a sexy Dark Gable up in her life right about now. While she watched the movie, Chastity walked into the room.

“So, how do I look?” Chastity asked. She was dressed in a lime green South Pole sweat suit and had curled her hair.

“Like a ghetto princess,” Mikala said jokingly.

“Forget you, hooker. You know I look good,” Chastity said.

“I know you do. I was just playing. Go get one of those daiquiris out the fridge. I want you to taste it. I think I made them kinda strong.”

Chastity went into the kitchen to get a drink then called out, “Nah, girl, this drink ain’t hardly too strong. It’s just right. I’m trying to get a little tipsy tonight. Turn on the stereo. I wanna hear some music.”

Mikala went over to the CD player and popped in a DJ Whoo Kid mix tape to get the party started. She threw in two other rap mix CDs that were put out by a couple of local DJs. She planned to end the night off with the soulful sounds of a Slow Jams mix tape that included songs from R. Kelly, Ginuwine, and Gerald Levert, amongst a host of others.

Relaxing on the couch Mikala heard the doorbell ring. It was the delivery man and as she paid him for their food she glanced behind him and laid her eyes on the finest Black man she had ever seen in her life. There was a tall light-skinned brother standing right next to him. She dropped every dime of her money as she tried to hand it to the delivery guy.

“Damn, Ma, are you okay? My name is Kareem. This is my friend, Pierre. You must be Mikala. Am I correct?” he asked.

“That’s right. I’m Mikala. It’s nice to meet both of you. Come on in,” she said.

Mikala’s heart raced as she looked at Kareem’s pretty white teeth. He had on a pair of baggy jean shorts and a G-Unit wife-beater. His head was bald, and his lips looked so tasty she wanted to take him in the bedroom and have her way with him right then and there. Pierre and Kareem walked into the apartment and she followed behind them. Her nose was blessed by a whiff of the Onyx cologne by Azzaro.
Damn, he’s a fine specimen,
she thought.

Chastity zeroed in on Pierre. “What’s up, sexy? I see everybody has met. Pierre, come help me out with something in the bedroom for a minute while these two get acquainted,”

“So, Mikala,” Kareem said after they left. “My man Pierre tells me you’re an engineer—is that right?” Kareem asked.

“Yes, I am. I like what I do and my job pays me well,” she replied.

“I can feel you on that. I got several contracts across the city to clean up a few big office buildings. The money is good and the work ain’t that hard,” he said.

“Do you want something to drink?” Mikala asked quickly. She had a low tolerance for alcohol, so the one drink she had downed had her buzzing.

“Yeah, I’ll have a glass of whatever you’re drinking,” he replied. She went into the kitchen to get him a daiquiri and fixed another one for herself.

“Here you go,” Mikala said when she returned. “I hope you can handle ya liquor because it’s kinda strong. My girl tells me you were locked up for a few years. So are you still a thug, or have you left that part of your life behind you?”

“Yeah, they locked a brother down for a minute. It’s true that I sold drugs. I’m not ashamed of what I did. However, I’ve grown and moved on to better things in my life now. So do you think that a good girl like ya’self can handle a nigga from the streets like me?” he asked.

“We’ll just have to wait and see. All good girls have a bad side to them. You just remember that,” Mikala responded. They talked shit back and forth to each other for a few minutes. Mikala became more and more attracted to Kareem as the alcohol started to filter through her system. She told him about her relationship with Jamel, and he shared a few details about his personal life too.

The conversation was getting even more heated when they were interrupted. Pierre and Chastity had returned from the bedroom and both of them had silly grins on their faces as they tried to fix their disheveled clothes.

“So are we gonna get this card game started or what? I’m tryin’ to whip y’all butts in some spades tonight,” Pierre said.

“Don’t talk shit, nigga. Me and my girl are ready to do our thing. But let’s eat first. We wouldn’t want y’all to get this ass whoopin’ on an empty stomach,” Chastity said.

They devoured pizza and buffalo wings while talking trash for the next hour. The first two pitchers of mixed drinks were already history and they were on the second round. Everybody felt loose and you could see the chemistry developing between Mikala and Kareem throughout the night.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other. He fondled her thighs under the table and she didn’t resist. In fact, she returned the favor by grabbing hold of his dick and squeezing his thick erection. Chastity and Pierre were feeling the heat too. She leaned over and nibbled his ears while he massaged her full breasts.

Chastity and Mikala won the first two games of spades, but lost the next two. Pierre was determined to take this night to another level. He pulled out a sandwich bag full of some of the finest herb that B-More City had to offer.

“Y’all trying to smoke?” he asked.

“I am, but my girl here doesn’t indulge,” Chastity said.

“I don’t need you to speak for me. Yeah, let me hit that shit,” Mikala said.

Kareem rolled up a phat Philly and they all took turns taking it straight to the dome. Mikala choked on her first toke, but it took her no time to get the hang of how to properly partake of the cannabis sativa. They shared several more blunts as the night went on.

“Aiight, it’s two games apiece. This last game right here is for whoever wants it the most. The winner takes all. Let’s put some money on the table. Are y’all scared?” Kareem asked.

“Fuck money, niggah! We want something hotter than that. If we win, we get to have our way with y’all. If y’all win, then y’all get to do whatever y’all want with us. How does that sound?” Chastity asked.

“Are you sure that your girl is game for that?” Kareem asked, staring into Mikala’s eyes.

“Hell yeah, I’m game. Now stop talking shit and let’s play cards,” Mikala said.

Pierre dealt the first hand and from the start it was no contest. They set Mikala and Chastity three straight times to win the bet. It was almost as though the girls lost those hands on purpose, which wasn’t a problem because Kareem and Pierre were only too eager to collect on their debt. Without a word Chastity followed Pierre into her bedroom. Kareem was left alone with Mikala in the living room.

“So, I finally got you to myself. Don’t get scared on me now,” Kareem joked.

“I ain’t never scared, niggah. You lead the way and I’m right behind you,” Mikala boasted. The liquor and the weed had deadened all of her inhibitions and she was one hundred percent down to get freaked tonight.

Kareem lifted her off the couch and carried her into Chastity’s spare bedroom. He placed her gently down on the bed and began to unzip her jeans. He pulled them down to her ankles and took off her sandals one at a time. Mikala pulled off her shirt and removed her bra, exposing her breasts for him to see. He took her left foot and ran it across his muscular, smooth chest. Her foot took a southbound journey down his stomach until it reached his rock solid penis. She playfully teased it with her toes. Kareem got down on his knees and kissed her thighs passionately while his hands held a tight grip around her waist. He pulled off her thong and threw it to the floor. Mikala sighed in ecstasy when his kisses reached her secret place and his tongue corralled her clitoris into his mouth. He licked it like a lollipop and sucked it until she begged him to stop. Kareem lifted his head from between her thighs as her juices dripped from his chin.

“I want you to taste me too, baby,” Kareem said. He took off his pants and lay on the bed next to her. He guided Mikala between his legs and down to his stiff member.

Mikala squealed out loud. He was a good eight inches of prime certified beef. The tip was a perfect mushroom shape and his skin was nice and smooth.

“I want you to grab my dick on both sides at the base with your hands and gently run them up and down my shaft, nice and slow. Aaah, yeah just like that,” Kareem sighed in approval. She continued to stimulate his penis with her hands until he told her to stop.

“Open ya mouth wide and take me into it slowly. Make sure that your mouth is nice and wet. Don’t swallow the whole thing at once. I want you to gradually put it in and go up and down as it hits up against your jaws. Put your tongue into it while you’re sucking it. Ooooh, baby. Mikala, that’s it right there. Keep doing that shit! I want you to go faster!” he yelled. She did as instructed and increased the pace of her sucking motion. Kareem’s sighs of approval increased her arousal.