Chapter 18
Kadeem
The party didn’t end until around ten that night.
Crue had surprised his mother with a trip to France starting the next morning, and she wanted to rush home to pack.
I wanted Saniyah to spend the night with us here, so she gave Nazuri the keys to her car and allowed her to drive herself home.
When everyone had left and the cleaners had everything put back to normal, the three of us walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
“I can’t believe this is our house,” Saniyah spoke, clearly still in awe.
“Well, believe it, baby, because it’s true.” Crue smiled.
“I swear when I walked into Blackline that day, I never thought in a million years that this is where I would be in just a few months. Y’all have really upgraded my life in a major way.”
“This is just the start, baby,” I voiced.
Saniyah looked at me. “When you and Crue started, did y’all think y’all would end up being like this?” she asked.
“Not at all. Crue and I were just supposed to do what we do and keep that shit pushing. But then you came along and changed all that.”
“You know, y’all never told me about y’all first time. I want to know how y’all came about. Because without that, we would probably have never happened.”
Crue laughed. “You sure you want to hear that story? I really don’t feel like anything before you matters anymore.”
“I think that story is a part of our story as well, so I for sure want to know.”
I looked at Saniyah again, seeing that she was serious. In actuality, she was correct. If Crue and I had never started this before we met her, then we probably wouldn’t all be here now. So, with that, I went back, thinking of mine and Crue’s first time.
It was Saturday evening, and I had been in bed all day.
I had just broken up with a girl I had been dating for the past two years after finding out that she had been cheating on me for the past year and a half.
To say my feelings were hurt was an understatement.
I was truly in love with her and was even thinking about marriage.
I sat in my dorm, going through old text messages between her and I before I deleted them.
Crue had been calling me all day, but I hadn’t answered any of his calls because I was too sad to speak to anyone.
I had just deleted our text thread when I heard banging on the door and someone yelling fire.
Scared out my mind, I grabbed the few important items that I was able to carry in my hands and rushed to the door. When I opened it, I saw Crue on the other side, laughing, and I knew instantly that there was no fire.
“Nigga, why the fuck would you scare me like that?” I asked, clearly upset.
“Nigga, why the fuck you ain’t answering yo’ phone? I been callin’ yo’ ass all day.”
“I just don’t feel like talkin’ to anybody right now.” I dropped my belongings onto my dresser and got back in bed.
“Hell nah, this damn sure ain’t gon’ be how you spend yo’ Saturday night.
You over here hurt about a heaux that don’t give a fuck about you.
You think that bitch somewhere sad and cryin’?
Well, she not. She probably out findin’ a new nigga to fuck just like she been doing y’all entire relationship. ”
“Damn, Crue, why you have to say that?”
“Because it’s the truth. That bitch don’t care about you, so why the fuck you in here cryin’ over her? You need to get dressed because it’s a few frat parties tonight that we need to be at.”
“I’m not in the partying mood, Crue.”
“And that’s exactly why you going. Now, get dressed. You got an hour before we leave.”
“Crue, I’m not…”
“Nigga, I ain’t tryna hear it. Me and Jennifer will be knocking on your door in an hour, and you better be dressed and ready to go. You havin’ some fun tonight. I don’t give a fuck if I gotta break this door down and drag you up out this bed my damn self.”
I looked at him, knowing he wasn’t going to let up, and nodded my head okay.
Once he was gone, I gathered my toiletries and went into the bathroom to shower.
Once I was done, I dressed in a pair of True Religion jeans and a graphic tee.
By the time I was finished, Crue was knocking on my dorm room door.
I opened it and saw him standing there next to his girlfriend, Jennifer.
They were both dressed in matching Adidas tracksuits.
Crue pulled me out the door before I could even invite them inside, and we were off to our first party.
We only spent about an hour at that party, having a few drinks, until we went to the next.
I swore we must have hit about three parties before we went back to Crue’s house.
He lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment off campus, and we all walked inside and settled on the living room couch.
As if we all weren’t drunk enough, Crue grabbed a bottle of tequila, along with three shot glasses, and brought it into the living room for us to take shots.
Jennifer walked off and came back with a blunt that she’d already lit, and we smoked while we took the shots.
“Let’s play a game,” Jennifer suggested, looking between us.
“What kind of game? I know I got a deck of cards in the kitchen drawer,” Crue offered.
“Nah, let’s play truth or dare, but with drinks. Anytime someone says a truth or dare that the other person don’t want to do, they have to drink.”
“Truth or dare? What are we in, middle school? Think of something else.” Crue laughed.
“Come on. It’s gon’ be fun, and I’ll go first.
“Crue, truth or dare?” Jennifer asked as she poured liquor into all three shot glasses.
“Truth,” he replied.
“Is it true that you really love me and couldn’t picture your life without me?”
Without a word, Crue picked up his shot glass and downed his shot. I couldn’t help it when I burst out laughing after Jennifer punched him in his arm.
“What? You said if the person didn’t want to answer the question or do the dare then they had to drink.” Crue laughed. “Now, it’s my turn,” he continued. “Kadeem, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I replied.
“Is it true that you bout to find an even better bitch and tell that other heaux to kick rocks?”
I laughed, letting him know that that was indeed the truth. I had spent enough time sad over her ass, and I was done with that. It was my turn now. I hit Crue with the question.
“Dare,” he replied without even thinking.
“I dare you to take three shots.”
Crue picked up his glass and downed his first shot then the next two.
Jennifer looked at us and burst out into laughter as she shook her head.
“Y’all lame as hell. Come on now, let’s play for real,” she spoke.
“I thought we was playing for real.” Crue laughed.
“Crue and Kadeem, truth or dare?” Jennifer asked.
“How you gon’ ask the questions to us both?” Crue asked, looking over at her.
“Because I gotta spice the game up. Now, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” we both said at the same time.
“I dare you both to take off your shirts.”
We looked at each other, confused. Then, Crue removed his shirt, saying that he wasn’t taking any more shots, and I did the same.
She then brought the question right back.
It wasn’t even her turn, but we went along with it.
She dared us to remove our pants, and we both did.
We were now both sitting there in just our boxers.
I laughed because my drunk ass thought this shit was funny.
Then, Crue went, daring us both to take another shot, while he dared Jennifer to remove her clothes.
When she actually did it, I couldn’t believe it. “Wait a minute now. I think I should go home,” I spoke drunkenly as I tried to stand.
Jennifer stood with me and pushed me back on the couch, telling me I was too drunk to go anywhere. Then, she looked over at Crue.
“Truth or dare, baby?”
“Dare,” he replied.
“I dare you to watch me suck Kadeem’s dick.”
Before I could protest, Jennifer was pulling my dick from my boxers and putting it into her mouth.
She sucked and slurped it to full hardness, and I couldn’t help but to moan.
I looked over at Crue, and just as she’d dared him to, he was watching her.
I knew it had to be the liquor that had us doing this shit, but it felt so good that I couldn’t stop her.
Pulling my dick from her mouth, she stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bedroom with Crue following behind.
I didn’t know why I was excited. I guess it was because I’d never ran a train on nobody before, and me and my best friend was about to run one.
However, when we got into the bedroom, the shit didn’t go the way I thought it would.
Crue sat on the bed first, drinking from the bottle, before passing it to me.
I took a drink then sat on the bed. Jennifer got back between my legs, pulled my boxers off, and got back to sucking my dick.
Her tongue traveled to my balls, and I bit my bottom lip as I laid back on the bed.
She opened my legs wider, scooting them up, so they were butterflied on the bed.
When I felt her tongue on my ass, I gasped.
This was the first time I had ever allowed anyone to do anything back there, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
However, when a moan escaped my lips, I knew that I must have liked it.
She pushed back just enough to speak and whispered for Crue to stroke my dick.
I heard her when she said it, but I was either too drunk or too lost in what Jennifer was doing to move.
Crue hesitated for a few moments before his hand wrapped around my dick and began to stroke.
I moaned louder the more and more the pleasure built.
When she pulled away again, she stood up and laid on the bed with her legs spread.
“Eat my pussy,” she whispered as she looked at me.
I nodded my head slowly and crawled between her legs.
Gripping her thighs, I licked her pussy softly before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking gently.
Crue was on his knees at the head of the bed with his dick in her mouth, his moans in sync with hers.
When she looked up at him and told him to grab a condom, I naturally thought that she wanted him to fuck her, so I lifted my head.
However, she pushed my head back into her wet pussy.
Then, the words that I never expected to come out her mouth did.
“I want to see you fuck him.”
I continued eating her pussy, while Crue slid the condom on his dick and tried to enter me.
At first, I was so tight that it wouldn’t go in.
Jennifer bit her bottom lip and told him to grab the lube from the drawer.
After he lubed my ass and his dick, I was still tight, but he was able to push inside.
At first, it was an uncomfortable feeling, and I couldn’t even believe I was allowing it to happen.
However, the more he stroked, the better it felt.
The next thing I knew, I was stroking my dick, moaning into Jennifer’s pussy for Crue not to stop fucking me.
“Damn, you stay with a freaky bitch, huh?” Saniyah asked, looking over at Crue. I had never told anyone else that story, but I fully trusted Saniyah and didn’t want to keep anything from her.
“Ain’t none of them bitches freakier than you,” Crue replied.
“And now that y’all have bought us a house, I feel like I gotta get extra freaky tonight. I’ma need to activate my strong jaws after this one.”
I laughed and shook my head. However, when Saniyah stood up, I knew that she was serious.
Crue and I followed her through the living room and down the hall to the kitchen.
She slipped her straps over her shoulders and dropped her dress at the kitchen entrance.
Her panties followed before she jumped up onto the kitchen island.
I licked my lips as I unbuttoned my shirt before allowing it to fall to the floor.
I walked over to her, dropping to my knees in front of her, and placed my face between her thighs.
The three of us fucked in every single room in the house before finally ending the night in our bedroom. The sun was coming up by the time we closed our eyes. We drifted off to sleep, the three of us tangled in each other.