Chapter 25 Renzamensah #2
Right when the timer was about to go off, I heard Sha’Nelle’s voice behind me.
“Yeah… for you to act like you ain’t want no plate, you sure in here heatin’ up my damn food like you put in on it.”
Her voice came smooth but with that lil’ bite to it, and I ain’t even turn around right away. I just smirked to myself like she ain’t say nothin’.
“Man, this ain’t even for me,” I said, calm as hell.
She let out this dry laugh like she couldn’t even believe I fixed my mouth to say that.
“Whatever,” she said, stretchin’ the word out before movin’ past me.
I finally turned my head just enough to watch her, and yeah…
she had changed out that swimsuit, but it ain’t make shit no better.
She had on some shorts that fit her just right and a lil’ top that ain’t do nothin’ but remind a nigga what was under it.
Her hair was still up, a lil’ messy now, but that shit worked for her.
She went to the freezer, grabbed the ice, and started pourin’ up.
I leaned back against the counter, watchin’ her for a second. “You ain’t tired yet?”
She ain’t even look at me. “Of what?”
“That,” I said, noddin’ toward her cup. “Yo’ ass drinkin’ like it’s goin’ outta style.”
She looked at me, her brows pinchin’ together like I had some nerve.
“Renza, please,” she said. “You, Pressure, and Kay’Lo drink way worse than me, so don’t start.”
I huffed out a laugh. “That ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.”
“It do if you speakin’ on me,” she shot right back, takin a sip.
Then she squinted at me a lil’, like she was studyin’ me. “Matter fact… I know yo’ kidneys tired. I wouldn’t even be surprised if yo’ piss look like a mimosa.”
“Man, get the fuck outta here,” I said, shakin’ my head but laughin’ anyway.
She smirked like she knew she hit.
“See, that’s yo’ problem,” she went on, settin’ the bottle down. “You always got somethin’ to say about somebody.”
I grabbed my plate when the microwave went off and opened it, lettin’ the heat hit my face. “That ain’t my problem. That’s a gift.”
She shook her head. “You need somebody that can get with you, that’s what you need.”
I looked up at her then with the fork in my hand, and held her eyes for a second longer than I meant to.
“Girl,” I said slow, “Be quiet.”
She ain’t back down though. She just lifted her cup and took another sip like she ain’t hear nothin’ threatenin’ in my tone at all.
“You be quiet before I take that plate and throw it in the trash,” she said, cuttin’ her eyes at my food.
I smirked, leanin’ back just a lil’, still holdin’ my fork.
“Go ‘head then,” I said, calm as hell. “Throw it away.”
She ain’t move.
“Better yet,” I added, lookin’ right at her now, “come grab it and find out.”
That had her pausin’ for a second, just enough to feel it, before she rolled her eyes like she wasn’t about to give me the satisfaction.
I let out a low laugh and finally sat down at the island, startin’ to eat, and yeah, that first bite hit exactly how I knew it would.
“Damn,” I muttered low, noddin’ to myself.
She caught it too, even though she tried not to react.
“Don’t ‘damn’ now,” she said. “You was just actin’ like my food looked nasty earlier.”
“I wasn’t actin’ nothin’,” I said, pointin’ my fork at her. “I just ain’t feel like eatin’ then.”
“Mhmm,” she hummed, clearly not buyin’ that shit.
She leaned back against the counter with one leg crossed over the other, just watchin’ me like she had time.
“You be talkin’ a lot,” she added.
“And you be watchin’ me a lot,” I shot back without missin’ a beat.
That made her pause for a second, then she rolled her eyes. “Boy, bye.”
I chuckled and took another bite. “Nah, you bye. You got that drink in you, and cuttin’ up on a nigga.”
She tilted her head. “I been enjoyin’ the quiet.”
I looked up. “Damn, it be that loud for you?”
“Hell yeah,” she said without missin’ a beat. “The way Kay’Lo and Toni be fuckin’ in here, you would think a whole porno playin’ through the walls.”
I frowned. “Man, I don’t wanna hear that shit.”
“I’m just sayin’,” she went on, liftin’ her cup. “It be loud. Like… unnecessarily loud. I be in my room tryna mind my business and still hearin’ everything.”
“That’s sick,” I said, shakin’ my head.
She laughed. “I know. That’s why I’m enjoyin’ this little break while they gone.”
I ate for a minute, then leaned back in my seat. “I ain’t gon’ lie, though… that’s part of why I been over here. I needed a break. Them kids over there be runnin’ wild as hell.”
She nodded. “They bad?”
“They ain’t bad,” I said. “They just got too much life in ‘em. Be runnin’, yellin’, breakin’ shit… I be sittin’ there like, yeah… I gotta go.”
She laughed. “You sound old.”
“Not old,” I said, smilin’ a lil’. “I just like my peace.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Me, Pressure, and ’Lo been movin’ together since we was young anyway. That’s just how it always been.”
“Y’all real close,” she said.
“Hell yeah. You already know,” I replied.
It got quiet for a second, but not in a weird way. It was just real still.
Then she looked at me again, this time different.
“You do be actin’ funny with me though,” she said.
I frowned a lil’. “How?”
She shrugged. “You just do…Like I gotta catch you on a certain day to get a regular conversation out you.”
I smirked. “You talkin’ to me right now, ain’t you?”
“That’s ’cause I said somethin’,” she shot back, cuttin’ her eyes at me. “If I ain’t say nothin’, you would’ve sat there, ate your food, and ignored me like I’m bad business when it ain’t even that deep, homeboy.”
She tapped her nail against her cup, casual as hell. “And before you take it wrong, I ain’t pressed about you or nothin’. I don’t move like that.”
I let out a quiet breath through my nose. “Ain’t nobody say you was.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m just clearin’ it up ’cause I don’t like weird energy, and sometimes you be right there with it.”
That made me lean back a lil’, lookin’ at her a second longer.
“I ain’t got no issue with you,” I said, calm and direct. “At all.”
She met my eyes, holdin’ it there like she was checkin’ if I meant that. “Then stop movin’ like it.”
I smirked a lil’. “That’s just how I am.”
She gave a look. “Nah… that ain’t it.”
I raised a brow. “So you know me now?”
“I know what I see,” she said, simple. “And I ain’t no female you gotta tiptoe around or keep at a distance like I’m gon’ take it somewhere it don’t need to go.”
That sat for a second.
I nodded once. “I hear you.”
She picked her cup back up, takin’ another sip like that was all she needed to say. “Good.”
I watched her for a second, then shook my head a lil’, a low chuckle comin’ out.
“You somethin’ else,” I muttered.
She smirked without even lookin’ at me. “I know.”
I went back to eatin’, and when I finished, I pointed at my plate. “This shit good though. I ain’t even gon’ lie.”
She smirked. “I know.”
“Who taught you?” I asked.
“My grandma,” she said. “Grandma Glo. She don’t play about that kitchen.”
I nodded. “I can tell.”
We kept talkin’ after that, just random shit, goin’ back and forth, crackin’ on each other, but nothin’ forced. At some point I poured me a drink, lit another blunt, and we just ended up sittin’ here together like it was normal.
Time moved without either of us payin’ attention to it, and by the time she yawned, I glanced at the stove clock.
“Damn,” I said. “It’s eleven.”
“I’m tired,” she said, pushin’ off the counter.
She grabbed her cup and started walkin’ off, then paused and looked back at me.
“Don’t eat all my oxtails.”
I smirked. “You shoulda made more then.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled a lil’ before walkin’ off.
I sat here after she left, leaned back in the chair with the house quiet again, just lookin’ ahead for a minute.
That lil’ vibe we just had lingered a second longer than it should’ve.
I dragged my hand down my face and let out a slow breath, then shook it off.
My mind went straight to Reni like it always did.
I reached for my phone, pulled her name up, and texted her.
Baby, I miss you. I’m ‘bout to come through.
I pushed up from the chair and grabbed my plate, rinsin’ it off and settin’ it in the sink before I headed down the hall.
I stepped inside the room, shut the door behind me, and stood here for a second like I was lettin’ that whole moment settle where it needed to. Then I moved, strippin’ down and hittin’ the shower.
Water ran hot over my skin, clearin’ my head quick. I ain’t take long in there. It was just enough to shake the day off me and get right.
After I stepped out, I threw on some clean clothes, grabbed my watch, and ran my hand over my waves before checkin’ myself once in the mirror.
I picked up my keys and my phone off the bed, slid my kicks on, and headed for the door, lockin’ up behind me as I stepped out.
I needed to be under my woman tonight…
I was laid out on my stomach like a sniper with my face buried between Reni’s thick ass, pretty thighs, suckin’ up all this good coochie.
A nigga ain’t even gon’ lie, her pussy was sweet as hell, like fresh fruit that you gotta travel all around the world just to taste. Every time she creamed on my tongue, I slowed down just enough to lay it flat and drag it through her, cleanin’ up every last drop she gave me.
No lie, Reni was thick everywhere a woman needed to be, and I loved every bit of this shit.
I loved every piece of fluff, roll and dent in her muthafuckin’ ass.
I loved how full and warm she always felt in my hands.
I loved it even more that when I did have her body in these bigs ass hands that it was too much to hold.