Quincy
Six months after RRABF
“Fuck, I'ma miss this wet ass pussy,” I growled as Niecy bounced up and down on my dick.
I was running the risk of missing my flight at this point, but the jaws of life couldn't pry me out of the pussy.
I was going to be without my wife for a whole seventy-two hours and I wanted to enjoy this last nut before my red-eye to Atlanta.
“Let me give you something to remember then,” she said, turning around and leaning forward so I had the best view of her ass while she rode me, her cream dripping down to my lower stomach.
The waves rippling through her ass were hypnotizing, each ripple sending a jolt straight to my spine.
I slapped it hard, the way she liked it, watching her flesh turn pink under my palm.
“Nasty ass bitch. Show daddy you a big girl. Take all of it. All the way down, yeah, just like that.” Her pussy started gripping me tighter at my name calling, her walls fluttering and sucking me in like she was trying to milk me dry.
I'd normally never call my wife a bitch, but she loved that shit when we were fucking.
And I wasn't the type of nigga to deny her anything that made her pussy squirt.
“Fuck, daddy, I'm cumming!” she cried, her voice breaking, digging her sharp nails into my legs, her body locking up, trembling on top of me.
I was right behind her, letting myself explode into her warm walls.
The mess she left on me was no comparison to the puddle that was on the bed, the sheets beneath us soaked through.
She was definitely going to have to wash the sheets after I left.
“Gah damn, Niecy. I don't even wanna go anymore.” I laughed, breathless, my chest still heaving.
“Come on. Get up. You can sleep on the plane.
You can't miss these meetings,” she said, wrapping her robe around her body and already lifting the corner of the sheet to strip it from the bed.
Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of the bed to quickly wash up.
I was already packed but double-checked to make sure I had all the paperwork I needed before heading out the door.
Niecy wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that threatened to make me drop my carry-on and say fuck it.
“You sure you don't want to try to get a standby seat?” I said, chasing her lips as she pulled away, my hands finding her hips and pulling her back in.
“I'm sure. I have to finish up these last chapters to send to my editor. The release date is coming up way too fast.”
“I'ma miss you,” I said.
“I'ma miss you too, baby. Call me when you get to the airport and when you land, okay? You got this.”
Niecy's encouragement was all I needed to hear. I kissed her one last time before I hopped in the Uber that was waiting outside for me and headed to DTW.
*****
“What up doe,” I greeted the man behind the glass counter. “I know you’re about to close in a minute. I just need a pre-roll of your best shit.”
After the day I had, I deserved it. It was a celebratory smoke for finalizing all the paperwork and permits to get Q’s Auto Body Shop up and running in its first Atlanta location.
It was a one-stop shop for all automotive needs, from repairs to detailing to sound systems. I had been thinking about expanding outside of Detroit for a while.
Niecy and I had fallen in love with Atlanta when we visited for the book festival, it leaving an impression on the both of us.
The city was unapologetically black and rich with southern culture.
It felt like coming home. We both agreed that the new location would have to be somewhere we could both see ourselves relocating to one day, so Atlanta it was.
I had one more day in the city to explore and start scouting vendors, but I was planning on relaxing tonight.
It was pouring down rain, and all I wanted to do was get high in my hotel room and FaceTime Niecy.
“I got you, dawg. What you smokin’?” he responded.
“Definitely an Indica. I’m tryna chill.”
“Fasho. Just one?” he asked, grabbing a tube from behind him.
“Actually, let me get two. One for tonight and one for tomorrow night.”
“You not from here, huh?” he asked, ringing up my pre-rolls.
“What gave it away?”
“What up doe. That’s some Detroit shit.”
That made me laugh because I hadn’t even noticed I said it.
“Yeah, I’m from the D. Just down here on business.”
“Okay, that’s what’s up, man. I’m Malcolm, by the way.”
“Q,” I responded as we dapped each other up. “And Malcolm as in Dr. Malcolm, the owner?”
“That’s me.”
“Aw, shit, congrats on the grand opening. My Uber driver recommended me, said you had the best loud in the city.”
“Thank you, thank you. He ain’t lie.” He laughed.
“I’m setting up shop not too far from here. I got a chain of auto body shops back in the city, and I just came down here to finalize the first location here.”
“Boss nigga shit. I see you. Congrats, man. I’ma definitely slide through for your grand opening. You got a business card?”
“I keep ’em on deck,” I said, handing one over to him.
“Appreciate you. Alright, I’ma close this bitch up and get home to the Mrs, bro. Nice meeting you.”
“You too, dawg. Have a good one,” I said, walking out the dispensary.
My Uber driver must have had some bills to pay because he got me back to the Glenn Hotel in record time.
It had become a habit booking this hotel the several times I had to fly down here since making the decision to expand.
It always felt weird being here without Niecy, though.
I locked the door behind me as I shook out of my wet peacoat and stripped out of the rest of my clothing down to my boxers.
I don’t remember the last time I took a whole joint to the face by myself, but I was excited.
Niecy and I were more social smokers. We indulged if the night called for it but it was a rare occurrence.
I turned the shower to the hottest setting and let the steam fill the room, lighting the joint. I set my phone up on the bathroom counter and FaceTimed Niecy.
“Hey, boss man!” she greeted, smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, pretty mama. What you cooking?” I asked, watching her standing in our kitchen stirring a pot on the stove in a sexy pair of boy shorts and a tank top, her hair pulled on top of her head in a messy bun and glasses, her thighs looking soft and thick in all the right places.
My dick reacted immediately getting hard against my thigh, aching for her touch.
“Beef stew. I had a taste for something comforting since I’m here all alone.”
“See, that’s why you should’ve come with me,” I said, taking a hard pull, the smoke filling my lungs. “You got me over here having to celebrate by myself and shit.”
“Now you know we’re going to celebrate when you get back. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. Ay, do me a favor in the meantime, though. Turn around real quick.”
She smirked as she complied, turning her ass to the camera, winding her hips slow and bending over for me until I could see the shape of her pussy through those shorts.
I was two seconds away from changing my flight to a day sooner and catching the first thing from here to Detroit if we weren’t interrupted.
“Oh, shit, my editor is calling. Let me call you back, babe,” she said, rushing to grab her phone.
“Fuck, Niecy,” I complained, adjusting my dick that was hard and straining against my boxers.
“I know. I know. I’ll call right back. Promise. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I knew she wasn’t calling right back. When her editor called, it was a minimum hour call discussing the nuances of her book.
But I wasn’t going to get in the way of her grind just like she never got in the way of mine.
Instead, I finished off the joint, showered, and lay in the bed, realizing I should’ve only smoked half.
I lay there stuck, consumed by my thoughts running wild.
They haunted me with images of Nikki. Her face.
Her lips. Her legs. The way she felt. The way she smelled.
The way she tasted. I felt guilty. Guilty because I wasn’t supposed to be lying here stroking my dick thinking about her.
Guilty because I was thinking about how pretty her mouth looked wrapped around me, her tongue working me slow.
Guilty because I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it’d be like to slide inside her with my hand around her throat.
I spit in my hand and massaged the tip in a circular motion, allowing myself to indulge in the craving I’d been suppressing for the last six months.
I kept telling myself this shit was normal.
That any man’s dick would get hard thinking about a woman as sexy as Nikki, especially since Niecy and I had talked about her to death.
I was well aware that my wife had fucked around and caught feelings, but for some reason I wasn’t willing to let myself even think of Nikki in a romantic way because the reality was, she was gone.
It was one night of fun. And it wouldn’t happen again.
I also didn’t want to give my wife a reason to think I wanted anyone else but her.
I knew how insecurities could so easily seep into the cracks of a marriage, and I’d be damned if I let such a beautiful moment we shared together be the reason for any issues in ours.
But I also knew the woman I married. She was understanding to a fault.
She was my best friend, and she always held space for my feelings.
So I knew I needed to talk to her and let her know she wasn’t alone in what she was feeling about Nikki.
Niecy and I had stepped into uncharted territory without the proper preparation, and this was the result; longing.
After I cleaned up the mess I made all over my stomach, my phone rang as if she read my mind from miles away.
“Hey, baby. Everything good with the book?” I asked, setting up the phone on the nightstand.
“Yeah, she just wanted to go over the last couple chapters and walk through the outline again because she had a suggestion for the ending, so I was hearing her out. You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m straight.”
“Nah, your energy changed. What’s wrong?” It was a love/hate relationship with the fact that she knew me to the point she felt that shit through the damn phone. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have the conversation like this, but it was fresh on my conscience.
“This room…” I trailed off.
“You can’t stop thinking about her?” she asked, but it wasn’t a question. She already knew.
“What the fuck did she do to us?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out the same thing. I’m just happy to know it wasn’t just me. I thought I was crazy.”
“I’m so sorry, Niecy. I should’ve been more open about everything. I didn’t handle that shit right.”
“There’s no need to apologize, Q. You didn’t do anything wrong. I knew you were feeling it too, you just didn’t know how to express it to me. I get it.”
“So what do we do?” I asked, even though we had talked about it countless times. “Just wait until the festival and hope we run into her?”
“I mean yeah, unless she decides to reach out. I don’t think the ball is in our court, babe. Even though I know we both wish it was.”
“Yeah, you’re right. We wait then.”
“Leave it up to fate.”
“Leave it up to fate.”