No Justice No Peace (4 page)

I waited and waited for Ginger to get ready. When she came out, she was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a white silk shirt.  The buttons were undone and her cleavage was enough to invite any man to her.  She looked nice, and the longs braids that flowed down her back really set her off. 

We didn’t have much conversation in the car, and it was a short ride from her place to the club.  While inside, Ginger introduced me to a few people and seated me at a table near the dance floor. 

“So, what can I get you to drink,” she said, placing a napkin on the table.

I shrugged. “Shit, I haven’t had nothing hard to drink in a long time.  Just give me a beer for now.”

She walked away and I noticed her getting real chummy with the bartender. The club wasn’t very crowded yet and it was somewhat small. The walls were painted a loud red and the floor was covered with dirty black and white checkered tile. Numerous four-seat tables were scattered throughout, but I couldn’t complain about the music. The DJ was kicking up Hip Hop, along with R&B.  Ginger came back with two ice-cold beers. She placed them on the table. “I’ll see you later about my tip, okay?”

I nodded and picked up the bottle to take a sip.  Ginger walked away, serving another table close by.                                       

At first, the place wasn’t packed at all.  But by eleven o’clock, everybody started making their way in.  Two of Ginger’s friends sat at the table with me, bugging the shit out of me with questions they had about our relationship.  I said very little to anyone because after what had happened to me in the past, I learned to keep my mouth shut.  They were cool company, though, and cracked me up with how much they talked about people and dissed the brothas who asked them to dance. 

Several women, however, caught my attention.  I didn’t know if being locked up for so long had me checking out everything that walked by, or if there were simply some badass gals in the room.  Either way, I had my eyes on plenty, they had their eyes on me, and so did Ginger.  When one came over to ask me to dance, I saw Ginger from a distance shake her head from side to side.  When I stood up, she headed my way.

“Uh, no, no, no,” she said, twitching her finger from side to side, and looking at the chick who asked me to dance. “He’s busy right now.”

The chick awaited my response.

 “Ginger, it’s just a dance. It ain’t like she came over here to ask for some sex.”

“Tell me about it,” the chick said, rolling her eyes.

Ginger placed her hand on her hip and smiled. “Go ahead and have your fun, Kiley.  And watch yourself because I have my eyes on you.”

We made our way to the dance floor, and the chick mumbled, “some women” while shaking her head. The whole time we danced, I could see Ginger and her girlfriends watching us.  I wanted to get close to the chick, but in order to keep down confusion, I didn’t.  And when the DJ kicked down a slow song, Ginger stood close by, clearing her throat.

The chick I danced with was annoyed. “I’m going to let you get back to her because she is working my damn nerves.”

“Mine too. Sorry about that.” I leaned forward, giving the chick a hug and thanking her for the dance.

“What was the hug for?” Ginger asked as she followed me back to my seat.

“Do you want me to have fun tonight or not?  I thought I was here to enjoy myself.  So, cool out, au-ight?”

She pouted. “Jus…just have fun and don’t disrespect me up in here tonight. My girls are here and it’ll be embarrassing if you…”

“I wouldn’t diss you like that. Now, get back to work so you can make that paper.”

For most of the night, I sat at the table in disbelief that the tiny club had people crammed in it like sardines. I barely even saw Ginger.  The last time I’d seen her, she had racked up on the dollars from some niggas who seemed to want more than her to take their order. 

Sitting near the dance floor was the best place to be.  And when I looked up and saw Anna again, I had to take a double look.  Her curly long hair was midway down her back and a few strands dangled in her face.  Her outfit was simple: a white mini-dress with silver buttons down the front.  A thick black belt was tied neatly around her waist and she wore black heels that made her appear taller.  From where I sat, I had a clear view of her silky smooth legs, and a good view of what was between them.  No doubt, she had my attention, but when somebody tapped my shoulder, it startled me.  I turned to see who it was.  It was the chick from the football game.

“I thought you were going to call me,” she asked.

“And I am. I just hadn’t gotten around to it.”

She looked me up and down. “You look even better dressed up.”

“And, I’ll pay you the same compliment. You look nice as well”

She blushed. “Would you like to dance?”

“Not right now.  A little later, okay?”

She nodded and told me she’d see me later.  She wasn’t bad looking, but she reminded me too much of Jada.  Big boned and a fat ass to go with it.  I’d planned to call her, but after what happened at the game, I kind of forgot.

Ginger made her way back over to me and brought me another drink.  I’d stepped up to Cognac and felt a bit woozy.  I closed my eyes to ease the headache that was coming, and when I opened them, Anna stood on the dance floor in front of me.  She motioned with her hand for me to come dance with her.  No hesitation, I got up and went to the dance floor.  I wrapped one arm around her waist and held my other hand with hers.  Barely meeting up with my chin, she laid her head against my chest, slowly moving from side to side with me. Something about her being this close to me felt right. I wondered if she could feel the hump in my pants growing.  

At first, we didn’t say much at all, but our body movement said we enjoyed being in each other’s arms.  Anna moved her head back, and looked up at me.  She stared into my eyes that soon dropped to her glossed lips. Having the same thought as I did, she reached for the back of my head to pull me to her.  I softly whispered. “Not now.”

She moved her hand, and looking disappointed, she turned her head away. Letting it be known to her that I did want her, I loosened my one hand from hers and wrapped both of my arms tightly around her waist.  I lowered my face, rubbing it against her soft curly hair.  You’d of thought we’d known each other for years, but it was something about Anna that gave me a different feeling. Being this close to her I heard no music, I saw no one, and it was as if we were in a place all by ourselves.  Breaking my concentration, she leaned back again, interrupting my thoughts. 

“Your eyes say a lot, Kiley. You certainly have something on your mind.” I continued to look into her eyes without saying a word. “You don’t have to talk to me, but can I tell you what I’m thinking?”

“I…I already know because your eyes say a lot too,” I said.

She smiled. “Then, what are they saying?”

“How about you tell me.”

“Yo quero tú a jodes mi.” 

I chuckled. “I don’t understand your language.”

 She stood on the tips of her toes and whispered in my ear. “I said, I want you to fuck me.” 

My eyes bugged from her bluntness. “When?  Right now?”

“No, not right here, silly.  Soon, real soon.”

I couldn’t help it that my dick was now busting through my pants while talking and dancing with her.  Thinking about taking her up on her offer, I backed away and told her I needed to go to the restroom.  We separated, and I left the dance floor to find Ginger. I couldn’t find her, so I finally went to the restroom to take a leak.  As I made my exit, the night had gotten even better.  To my surprise, the lady I’d been dying to see came into the club with a Baller by her side.  It was Candi.  She damn sure still had it going on and clung closely to the man by her side.  I watched as they went to the VIP section and took a seat.  Her body looked jaw dropping delicious, and the strapless jumpsuit she had on comforted every curve.  Her straight black long hair was parted through the middle and hung on her shoulder. Sexy was written all over her face, almost causing me to pause and forget about how she’d done me so wrong.  I thought about our sexual escapades, but the memory of her holding a gun in my face and reading me my rights flashed before me.            Ginger came over, twirling her fingers in my face. “Wake up, baby, did you see a ghost?  I know you ain’t that bored.”

            I shifted my eyes away from Candi. “As a matter of fact, I am.  Let me get the keys to your car so I can take my ass home.  This alcohol got me kind of sluggish and I got a banging ass headache.”

            She reached in her pocket for the keys. “Here.  I’ll get a ride home from Deborah. Don’t expect me until at least six o’clock and try to get some rest.  You haven’t had much sleep at all, have you?”

            “Not at all.  I’ll see you when you get home.”  I kissed Ginger on the cheek and walked away.

            I looked around for Anna, while at the same time, I hoped Candi wouldn’t see me.  I’d questioned one brotha about the Baller she was with and he told me his name was Dominique.  Said he was big time on the east side and joked about him being the next president.  When I asked him about Candi, he said that he didn’t know much about her.  Said Dominique always had a new flavah by his side and he’d only seen her with him a few times.  I thanked him for the info, and when Anna caught my eye, I nudged my head towards the exit.  After she walked out, I waited a few minutes and then left.  She was leaned against the exit door with her arms folded in front of her. I walked up to her and took her hand.

            “Come with me,” I said. We walked to Ginger’s car and got inside.  Minutes later, I pulled in front of Anna’s apartment.  Saying nothing to each other, she unlocked the door and we went inside.  The apartment was dark, and after she closed the door, I backed her against it.  I removed her belt from around her waist and ripped her dress apart with my hands.  I felt for her panties, tearing those away from her skin.  Her heart beat fast as I placed her breasts in my mouth and started to suck them.  I massaged them together, and as I worked on those, she undid the buttons on my shirt and removed it.  She squeezed the hard muscles in my chest, and when I took my hands off her breasts, I placed my hands on the sides of her face, holding her cheeks. I licked around her buttery soft lips and then stuck my tongue deeply into her mouth.  Our lips worked well together, causing the anxiousness for each other to increase.  Anna took my hand, walking me through the small living room that was adjacent to the kitchen. She stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking upstairs to what I assumed was her bedroom. For me, that was a long way up. I was ready to tear into her and couldn’t wait much longer.  She started up the stairs, and as I got a view of her near perfect ass, I had an urge to taste her.  I pulled her down on the steps, kneeling in between her legs.  She held herself up by using the rails and I placed her thighs on my shoulders.  I pressed my lips against her inner thighs and moved the crotch of her moist panties to the side. My tongue slithered into her hairless fat pussy, causing her to let out a deep sigh of relief. 

            Anna’s body jerked several times, as she couldn’t keep still.  She trembled all over and took lengthy deep breaths to calm herself. Within minutes, her juices rushed into my mouth and she quickly backed away from me. She squeezed her legs together, taking a moment to regroup. I made my way up the steps and she followed behind me. The carpeted floor looked like the best place to handle our business, and when I stepped out of my pants, Anna gave me a condom and got undressed as well. She lay back on the floor, and feeling as if I was digging for gold, I insert myself. 

All I can say is her pussy was a slippery slope, yet tight as hell. Anna kept backing away from the feeling of my throbbing meat, and she tightly held my hips to halt my fast thrusts.

            I leaned forward, pecking my lips with hers. “I’ll be gentle,” I whispered. She moved her hands away from my hips and I kneeled in front of her.  I placed her legs against my chest and rubbed them.  Still inside of her, I parted her legs like a V, changing my rhythm to a slower pace. She was still tense up, but after a while, she loosened up and started to move with me. That was my cue to pick up the pace. 

            Sex between us went on for a while, and getting a bit uncomfortable on the floor, I suggested going to her bed.  We did, but when she straddled my lap and put me back inside of her, she didn’t move. I held her ass in my hands, lifting her slightly off my dick. 

            “Just take your time.” I said. “You don’t have to take it all in. Just work with some of it.”

            Anna nodded and I assisted her where the thickness or length of my dick wouldn’t hurt as much.  As she seemed to get the hang of it, I removed my hands from her ass and let her work it on her own.  The tightness of her insides felt good and this was the best welcome home pussy I’d had. We kicked up a serious sweat, and as I reached for her ass to massage it, my grip kept slipping away from the wetness of her behind.  I felt myself about to explode, and noticing the twisted look on my face, Anna quickly bounced up and down on me.  Her titties were in motion, as well as her pussy was getting wetter by the minute.  She ran her fingers through her long hair, and as we came together, she plopped forward on my chest.  I softly rubbed her back with the tips of my fingers.

            “Are you okay?” I asked.  She nodded, refusing to look up at me.  I rolled her over in bed next to me and she placed her head on my muscular arm.  She twirled her finger down my chest and placed her leg across mine. Before I knew it, she was sound asleep and so was I.