Chapter 6
Of all the sexual experiences I’d had, I couldn’t ever remember having the feeling that I had sinking into Julianna. We’d never been together before, so I didn’t really understand why her pussy felt like it was welcoming me home. She was so damn wet and tight and warm, and gushy. All I wanted to do was linger inside of her.
I moaned softly. I didn’t have a problem vocalizing my pleasure. I just hadn’t been driven to do it often.
“Shit, Julianna.” This girl would have me acting outside of myself.
“Nico.” She spoke melodically as I watched her eyes roll back in her head when I slammed my pelvis into hers.
I lowered my head, claiming her mouth. Deepening the kiss, I moved us further into intense pleasure. My open hands landed underneath her. Her juicy ass settled perfectly in my palms, allowing me to slide farther into the sweet abyss.
“Please, Nico,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
It was the sexiest thing I thought I had ever heard, and I obliged, pounding into her.
“You’re so fucking tight and so damn wet,” I said appreciatively in her ear.
She moaned in response. With her tresses fanned out over the pillow and calling out to me, I couldn’t help reaching out and grabbing two handfuls. I gave her strands a firm tug on the upstroke, causing her eyes to fly open and grab my gaze.
“Yes,” she encouraged me, her eyes boring into mine. “Yes.”
So, I pulled her hair harder and stroked her more deeply.
“Damn, Girl! What the fuck are you trying to do to me?”
She was contracting and pulsing like crazy, squeezing my dick to the rhythm of her own heartbeat.Gripping the cover on the massage table, she cried my name like a prayer.
“Nico! Nico! You feel so fucking good.”
I put my mouth on her shoulder, biting down while she raised her hips and bucked the pussy up at me.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” I managed to tease through the intense pleasure.
“I like it all,” she confirmed breathily. “Please don’t stop.”
Why did she say that? Didn’t she know how I had to respond to that? I lifted her right leg and placed it over my shoulder. Then I flipped the fuck out and decided that giving the beautiful woman beneath me an orgasm was the number one priority in my life.
My body slapped against hers, and I prayed that the table would hold up. Julianna whined and hummed my name. Her volume and intensity rose until I knew she was on the verge of exploding.
Just when I was positive that I couldn’t hold back any longer, she shrieked. Her pelvis lifted off the table from a strong contraction of her pussy, and her vagina swallowed the entire shaft of my dick. Trembling and with her breath coming out in short puffs, she came against me, coating me in thick, intoxicating creaminess. While aftershocks ripped through her quaking body, she milked me until I released my load, sending streams of hot semen shooting from my body into the condom.
When the involuntary jerking ceased and the tingles finally subsided, I slowly pulled out of her. Then I rested my head against her breasts, waiting for my heart beat to return to normal.
“Damn,” I panted.
She was silent. I concentrated on regulating my breathing. A few seconds later, I heard the sweet sound of her rhythmic breathing, and I knew that the prettiest, sexiest Outlaw had once again fallen asleep.
* * *
I was already awake when she started to fidget. I’d brushed my teeth, washed my face, and showered. I was easing into a pair of boxer briefs when her eyes fluttered open.
She gave me a small smile, her caramel-colored eyes bright. “I slept.”
“You did.”
“How long?”
I peeped at the digital clock on the nightstand behind her. “A little minute.”
She blinked a few times then yawned daintily, her small hand covering her mouth.
“It’s daytime,” she announced. “Is it still morning or is it afternoon?”
“It’s after nine. Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
All the light that was in her eyes disappeared. “You know I’m unemployed.”
I shook my head as I pulled a white t-shirt over my head. “Nah, I’m not trying to hear that. You’re the owner of an upstart bakery that specializes in cupcakes and cookies.”
“Yeah.” The defeat in her voice was on full display. “I should get out of here. You probably need to get to the shop.”
“You’re good. On Fridays, I usually run my moms around, take her to do her grocery shopping and her little errands. But today, she doesn’t need me, so I’m free. I’mma probably get a few things taken care of for myself.”
The light reappeared in her eyes, and she gave me a smile.
“What’s that smile about?” I applied deodorant to my armpit.
“I think it’s cute that you take your mom to run errands.”
“Yeah, Bianca is the homegirl. I love her. Enjoy her company. I wanna spend as much time with her as I can. Nobody knows when the clock is gonna run out.” I wanted to bite back the words the second they left my mouth. “Aye, lil bit?—”
She cut me off, even though her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
“Don’t feel bad about saying that. You’re right. I appreciate every moment I got to spend with my daddy.”
We were quiet. I stepped into a pair of gray jeans.
“Oh,” she said, like an idea had just popped into her mind. “I should get ready to get out of here. You need to go.”
I walked over to the bed and let myself fall onto it, landing directly between her legs and caging her in with my arms.
She fought to cover her mouth. “No, Nico! Don’t get in my face. I don’t want you to smell my morning breath.”
“Why not?” I pushed her back on the bed. “You didn’t mind my nose being buried in your pussy all night. You wouldn’t let me come up outta that thing. Clearly, you love getting your pussy ate.”
“I do.” She turned her head to the side. “Besides, my coochie smells good.”
“Taste good, too.” I eased down the pants and drawers I’d just put on.
“Nico.” She whined.
I didn’t pay attention to whatever she was talking about. Instead, I slid into her. A sigh of contentment escaped from my mouth as I buried myself inside her.
“Shit.”
She reached behind her and put the pillow over her face.
“The fuck?” The move almost took me out of the moment…almost, but her pussy was so good that I didn’t think there was much that could take me out of the moment of being deep inside her.
“I wanna moan, and I don’t want you to smell my breath.”
“I wanna see your face.” This was a conversation that I could honestly say I’d never had during sex.
“Just let me get in doggy style then we can both enjoy the encounter.”
I considered her suggestion for a millisecond before agreeing. “Yeah. Flip over.”
* * *
I convinced Julianna to hang out with me while I ran my errands. Part of it was that I liked being with her, and I wasn’t ready for her to leave my presence. The other part of it was that I kept imagining her sitting at home alone and sad.
The first stop was the detail shop.
“So, this is where you always bring your car to have it detailed?” Julianna asked as we pulled up to Platinum Plays Wash & Detail .
“Yeah. My homeboy, Play, owns it. We used to…work together as kids.”
“What kind of work were y’all doing as kids, Nico?”
I glanced over at her before I shut off the car. “Stealing cars.”
“And now you own a body shop, and he owns a detail shop? Okay. I guess that’s one way to do it. At least you’re both legal now.”
“We are.”
“And you would recommend him? I’m looking for somewhere to take my truck. I usually take it to Jiffy Shine , but I promise I think those dudes are profiling me. I feel like every time I go there, they pull a price out of the sky.”
“I definitely recommend Play’s spot. My clientele is heavily feminine, and I always recommend Play. I’ve never gotten negative feedback. My customers usually become his customers and vice versa.” I got out of the Mustang then walked around to open the door for her—taking her hand as I did so.
We walked into the spot and up to the counter hand in hand. Play grinned as soon as his eyes landed on me, but when he noticed that I was holding Julianna’s hand, the wattage intensified. He came from behind the counter.
“The fuck is up?” he asked congenially, slapping my palm in greeting.
“Not much. What’s up with you?”
“Working. Making bread. Trying to stack it, so at some point, I can sit my ass down.”
“Facts.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said to Julianna before turning to me. “Who is this? You’re not gonna introduce us?”
“Relax. Always gotta be over the top. Julianna, this is Play.”
“Hey,” she said, pretending to be shy.
“Play, this is Julianna…Outlaw.”
Since I was watching him closely for his reaction, I saw his eyes balloon slightly for a millisecond before he schooled his expression.
“Ahh.” His head nodded up and down. “Gianni Outlaw’s youngest daughter. I won’t say that I recognized you, but I can definitely see the resemblance. I know it’s been a few years, but I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It’s been a few years, but it still feels brand new to me.”
“I know it does, lil mama. Death ain’t shit. And Gianni was the most upstanding dude associated with that organization. We lost a real one when we lost him.”
“Thank you,” she told him.
“Aye, stop sucking up to my…to her,” I said.
“Shut up, and give me the damn keys.” He held out his hand, and I placed my keys in it. “Go find some business while my guys work their magic.”
“Later.”
“It was nice meeting you,” Julianna called out.
“You too.”
“We’ll be back in about an hour,” I said as I led her to the door.
It was the first week of March, so while it wasn’t freezing, it definitely wasn’t warm enough to just be outside kicking it. Without my car, we were vulnerable to the elements.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her grip on my hand tightening.
“Down the street to have breakfast.” I gestured down the block. “Come on.”
The two of us walked the half a block that it took to get to L.R Skillets. We could smell the aromas before I even pulled the door open for her.
“Mmm, it smells good.” She turned to look at me as we walked inside.
The warmth and coziness of the restaurant welcomed us. The place wasn’t large, and it was only moderately full. The hostess led us to a booth by a window.
“Good morning. Your server for today is Veronique.” She set two menus on the table. “Enjoy your meal.”
“Thanks.”
“Thank you,” Julianna said at the same time.
She took off her coat. I followed suit then slid into the booth. She slid in opposite of me and grabbed the menu.
“What’s good? What do you usually get?”
“Pancakes, steak, eggs, hash browns—the ‘Mountain Man’ skillet. It has eggs, veggies, turkey sausage, cheese, and mushrooms.”
“That’s a lot of food, sir.” She didn’t look up at me when she spoke.
I shrugged, even though her eyes were planted firmly on the menu.
“Wasn’t it you who told me the other day that I was a lot of man?”
“It was. I guess I didn’t realize exactly how huge your appetite is.”
I caught the menu in her hand so that she would give me her attention.
“My appetite is voracious, lil bit. I’m practically insatiable.”
She chuckled. “That remains to be seen.”
“Oh, you’re talking cash money shit. Okay. I got you. Guess I’ll show you exactly how much it takes to satisfy me later on today.”
“Promises. Promises.”
“You’re gonna pay for every word that comes out of your pretty little mouth.”
She giggled. “Okay. I’m shutting up now.”
“Too late.”
We sat in silence for a minute. She continued to peruse the menu, and I responded to a text from Kayla about the shop.
“You have a name for your cookie and cupcake business, yet?” I asked her.
“Nah. Not at all. I haven’t even really thought about it.” She set the menu on the table. “How’d you come up with the name for your body shop, Emerald City . That’s from The Wiz , right?”
“Nah.” I sniggered. “I mean, yeah. Emerald City is from The Wiz , but that’s not why I named my shop Emerald City. The shop’s named after my ex-fiancée. We were engaged when we were young. We never made it to the altar, though. She had a very aggressive form of ovarian cancer. We lost her sixteen years ago, and I still think about her every day.”
She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. “Damn. I’m sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine being so young and losing my fiancé. You were how old?”
“I was twenty when we got together. Twenty-two when I lost her.” Our eyes met. “When you talk about your struggles and your pain, trust me…I know exactly what you’re talking about.”
She gave my hand a firm squeeze before releasing it then followed that up with a mischievous grin. “Tell me about Emerald. I’ll bet she was beautiful. Was she all exotic and racially ambiguous?”
I laughed aloud. “Kinda like Gianni Outlaw?”
She giggled heartily. “Touché. You’ve got a point. My daddy was running around town, looking very much Latino or Italian and identifying very much as black.”
“Emerald was a very beautiful woman. I can’t front about that. For some reason, I was with Coe when he stopped by a banquet hall where the… family was celebrating her eighteenth birthday. One look at her, and it was up.”
“Wait.” Her face scrunched up. “Her family is part of?—”
“Emerald Espinoza.”
Her face fell, her voice dropped, and she picked up the menu again.
“I’m familiar with the family.”
“With that reaction, you know you have to talk to me,” I told her. “What’s up? The Outlaws have bad blood with the Espinozas? What’s up?”
“Something like that.”
I placed my hand on her menu to get her attention for the second time.
“Aye, don’t do that. Talk to me. Did you know Emerald?”
“No. I grew up with her younger brother, Santana.”
“The little asshole? He was a young teenager when I met Emerald, and he was already entitled and obnoxious. The parents wanted a boy. They tried for years to get a boy. When Santana was born, they ruined him. What happened between the two of you?”
“Ugh! That’s a long story.”
Before I could press her, the waitress came to our table. After a greeting and a brief conversation, we gave her our orders, and she walked away.
“Tell me your long story, lil bit.”
She sighed. “Ugh. In retrospect, it’s all so stupid and unnecessary.”
“You can’t judge yourself for choices you made in the past. You were working with limited knowledge and an even more limited perspective.”
“When I was younger, I had the biggest crush on Santana. Needless to say, he never noticed me. Why would he? He’s like four or five years older than me. But right after my fifteenth birthday, he all of a sudden notices me, starts paying attention to me. I was so dumb. I thought that, somehow, I got fine overnight, and now, I was the woman he couldn’t live without.
“Anyway, the children of men in our fathers’ little ‘social circle’ used to hang out and have house parties all the time. My father forbid us from going to those parties. I mean, Jia went a few times, but Langston was always with her. Jianna and I were not allowed to go. Jianna didn’t want to go anyway. She was too busy somewhere reading a book, or acquiring untold knowledge. But for me, the fact that my daddy made the parties forbidden made me want to go even more.
“Santana invited me to one of the parties. I will never forget. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and they were all home from college and sick of being cooped up with family.” She took a breath. “To make a long story short, I had no business being there. Santana was in college and I was fifteen. I also wasn’t aware that at the time, Santana had started to dibble and dabble in recreational drug usage. He gave me a joint. Since I was trying to be a big girl, I smoked it. I didn’t know what it was, what was in it, or anything. I smoked it off the strength of him being somebody I’d known forever.
He took me in a bedroom at the party, and I apparently passed out. All I know is that I woke up thrown over your brother’s shoulder with my top on haphazardly and my itty bitty mini skirt riding up my ass.”
“Which brother? Dominic?”
“Dorien. Of course, somebody spilled the tea to Gianni…or Langston that I had my face in the place at that house party. One of them sent Dorien on a search and rescue mission. I was so high and so paranoid. I was scared to go home. All I could do was cling to Dorien like a parasite. I begged him to take me wherever he was going. He took me to Mrs. Hill…Natalya.
She and Dorien kept asking me if I’d been sexually assaulted or if anybody had touched me. I couldn’t even answer the question. I didn’t know. I was that out of it. Mrs. Hill took care of me. She cleaned me up, and put some appropriate clothes on me. She held me and treated me like a baby doll. I stayed with her all night, and in the morning, she drove me home.
All these years later, she has never brought it up once, never treated me differently, or anything. Every time I see her, she gives me a big hug and kisses my cheek. Dorien, too. He’s never brought up the fact that he found me however he found me. He did admit that he had to redress me, which was traumatizing for him.” She chuckled. “Just my top. He assured me that my panties were still on.”
“So, Santana didn’t rape you while you were high out of your head?”
I shook my head. “The party was at Keenan Garfield’s house. You probably know the house since you worked for his father.”
I nodded.
“There were cameras everywhere in that house. Gianni asked Mr. Garfield to let him see the tapes. There weren’t any cameras in the bedroom, but there were cameras outside of the bedroom. My daddy got some details from the cameras and the rest from Dorien.
“Apparently, Santana decided to get even higher before he took the coochie. I heard that when Dorien came through, Santana was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking nonchalantly with me passed out shirtless next to him. I was told that Dorien whooped his ass, grabbed me, and left. I thank God that Dorien came through. He couldn’t save me from everything, though. Santana took pictures of me passed out and topless. For years, those pictures made their way through the friend circle. I mean, shit, they made their way to me. You can’t really see my face because my head was turned to the side, but the people who were in that house know it’s me.
“The people who were at that party helped Santana spread the rumor about me that I was a pass-around. They spread it around that they ran trains on me, even though the cameras showed that nobody entered that bedroom, except for Santana and me. I was a fifteen-year-old virgin. The pictures of my titties floating around, the rumors, the lies…all of that got to me. I sank into a deep depression. While I fought my way out of a black hole, my daddy planned his revenge. I think he wanted to kill Santana, but the family had already lost Emerald, so he opted to let him live…as a drug addict.”
“Oh shit. So, that time that Santana was found in that alley overdosed, that was Gianni?”
“He gave Santana something that messed him completely up. He’s never been able to get clean since. I heard he’s been to rehab about ten times. His family just keeps trying to get him sober, and so far, nothing has worked. I feel really bad for him. He started the rumors, and he did the shit that he did to me, but I don’t think he deserved the type of retribution my father took.”
“Shit, I do,” I told her without remorse. “If a motherfucker plays with my daughter’s life and her general well-being, he can expect the fucking same. Fuck Santana. He was on his way to being an entitled dope fiend anyway. He just got there a little quicker. Fuck him and all of those weak motherfuckers who would spread a rumor about a young girl who hadn’t even started living life.”
“What hurt more than the rumors was the fact that, despite both me and Dorien saying they were lies, so many people were eager to believe it was true. I couldn’t go to events with my dad without some nasty old man trying to proposition me. And the ones who weren’t trying to shoot their shots treated me like shit. They treated me so badly. Everybody believed the lies and nobody believed me.
“I started hating men…males…people with penises. I was like fuck men. I announced that I didn’t even want dick because I was a lesbian.”
My eyes ballooned. “Wait. What? Repeat that?”
“Don’t get all excited, Nico.” She sucked her teeth. “I wasn’t really a lesbian. I was a fraud. I just said some shit and was forced to stand on it. I started calling myself a lesbian, so I had to start acting like I liked girls. I didn’t.” She held up her hands in a sign of surrender. “I mean, I’m a girl’s girl. I like women. I’m proud to be a woman, but I do not like vaginas.”
“Wow, lil bit. This was not the conversation I saw us having over breakfast.”
“I know.” Her lip poked out in a cute pout. “I’m going to stop talking now.”
“Nah. We’re knee deep in this thing now. Tell me the rest. How is one a lesbian who doesn’t like pussy?”
She covered her face in her hands and was saved from talking when the waitress and a server brought our food to the table.
“Thanks,” I told them.
“Thank you,” Julianna said.
“Answer my question.” I grabbed the butter knife so I could cut up my pancakes.
“It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous,” she admitted. “I spent so much money taking women on dates.”
I guffawed.
“Stop laughing,” she whined. “I was taking women on dates, lying to them about my intentions, and then ghosting them. I was basically a fuck boy, but I was a fuck girl. Is that a thing? If it is, I was a fuck girl.”
“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“I just told you that I don’t like coochie. No, I’ve never been naked with a woman.” She paused and looked over at me conspiratorially. “I do like breasts, though. The last girl I hung out with before I quit playing in women’s faces…I sucked her breasts. I wanted to try it.”
“Did you like it?” I questioned before taking a forkful of fluffy pancakes into my mouth.
“I did…not enough for me to overlook the fact that I’m not physically attracted to women, though. I’m more so physically attracted to breasts. It wouldn’t be fair to pursue women just for the opportunity to suck their breasts.”
We both cracked up.
“It’s like roast duck to me. I tried it once, and it was good. But I’ve never had the craving to have it again,” she explained.
“Yo, I definitely feel like I know you a little better than I did when we sat down.”
“Agreed.”
“What made you give up the ruse and date men again?”
“The guy who lived in the apartment across the hall from me in college. He was real…unsuspecting. He seemed like a regular guy. We used to binge watch shows together and do homework together. It was all really innocent. There was zero sexual tension. One day, we ended up kissing instead of watching television. The next thing I knew, I was giving him my virginity.
“That bookworm bastard turned me every which way but loose. Dude ate me off the bone and had me searching for his ass in the daytime with a flashlight. He could barely go to the bathroom without me clocking his moves.
“One pregnancy scare later, and we were off of each other. I mean, he was a first generation college attendee. He had pressure from home not to get caught up with anything that would derail his education, and there was no way on God’s green earth that I could go home to Gianni Outlaw’s house knocked up. Particularly after pretending to be a lesbian for two years. A baby was out of the question. So, he and I parted ways. But the love of good dick remained.”
I laughed. Julianna was funny as hell. “His loss is my gain.”