Chapter 3
Tafari
It’s Official . . .
Fucking right she would love to be my lil one.
I had been on her ass ever since I got her phone number.
From the second I saw Pril’s fine ass in the parking lot on the camera monitors, I knew I wanted her.
Her gorgeous brown skin had a reddish hue to it.
Her eyelashes were naturally long, and her brown eyes were soul snatching.
I loved that she wore those Janet Jackson, Poetic Justice braids.
It was a perfect fit for her personality and vibe.
I wasn’t even going to start on how thick she was.
I loved a woman with meat on her bones. I was a big dick nigga, and I didn’t want to have to wonder if a bitch could take my dick.
From my experience, it was the thicker chicks that could handle my tons.
Pril’s thickness was what I wanted, but her personality, confidence, aura, and calm demeanor was what I felt I needed.
Since her mother said it and Pril gave me the explanation for what it meant, I knew that I would do just like her mother advised.
I would treat her like a queen, princess, human, then slut.
When Ms. Meriland originally said it, I looked at her sideways as fuck.
What the fuck was she on? After my baby explained it, it made complete sense and was something that I could rock with.
My woman was a queen who handled her business.
Her nail studio was voted one of the top Black-owned nail studios in Charleston.
Bitches spent their light bill money to get in the seat across from her to get their nails done.
She was booked on a consistent basis, which I loved.
What I didn’t love was when she got caught up in her work and didn’t eat.
I asked her once what her ex did when she told him that she didn’t eat.
When she told me that nigga really didn’t do anything, I knew that nigga wasn’t shit.
Now that she had me, that would never be a problem.
It had only been a week since our first date and we’d seen each other every day since. I chilled at her spot, she came to mine, or she was at my restaurant. We hadn’t spent the night together yet. That was to be expected since we hadn’t made things official.
Well, we were official. That was why she was with me in Vince and Lacie’s guest bedroom about to get smutted out. It was time to treat my queen like a nasty ass slut. “Damn, Pril. Suck dat dick jus’ like dat,” I said before my mouth went back to her pussy that hovered over my face.
Her moan on my dick reverberated through my spine. She passed the first sexual test . . . Her throat could take this dick. She’d fed me her nut a couple times since my mouth ate on her pussy. I didn’t want to feed her yet, so I tapped her ass and told her to get up. I already fed her in the shower.
We stripped out of our clothes as soon as we came into the room because we showered together. I wanted to tap that ass in the shower, especially after she sucked all of my nutrients through my dick. The way my dick spit up unexpectedly was disrespectful as fuck. I felt like a lil nigga.
Earlier this week, Pril and I exchanged STD test results. I knew that she was on birth control pills. Once I knew she was clean, on birth control, and mine, I had no plans to strap up. I made sure she knew that shit too and she was cool with it.
Once she climbed off of me, I maneuvered my body to lay on top of hers. I felt her body shiver at my touch. That shit turned me on because I knew she wanted a nigga just as much as I wanted her. Our kiss was passionate. I mumbled against her lips, “You ready to feel this dick?”
“Please. I want to feel you,” she said between her moans because of my mouth now on her titty. Her pussy’s wetness could be felt on my dick. If it was that wet and I wasn’t in it, I knew it was about to be the best problem once I was in it.
I lifted her leg, bent it back, then positioned myself to enter the prize. She was wet, but that pussy still clamped down as soon as my head went in. She hissed before her body stiffened. Her eyes closed as I slid the rest of the way in. “You good, bae?”
She didn’t respond. Is she holding her breath? My movement halted when a tear fell from her eye. I knew she wasn’t a virgin because we had that conversation. I kissed the tear that fell from her eye. “It really hurts. I don’t know—”
That was enough for me to pull out. She didn’t need to finish the sentence. I kissed her lips as I wiped the tears that streamed down the sides of her face. “It’s alright, baby. Stop crying.”
“I’m so sorry. We can try again. I just need a minute,” she said through her sniffles.
I moved to lay beside her, then pulled her into my arms. I kissed her forehead. “We ain’t gotta try again right now. E been a long day. Let’s jus’ get some rest.”
She wrapped her arms around me, then buried her face into my neck. Her tears on my neck ached my heart. There was nothing for her to be sorry for. We had forever for her to get used to this dick as far as I was concerned.
A Week Later
What We Not Gonna Do . . .
I tried to understand how I went from making my relationship with my girl official to not seeing or hearing from her for a week.
The morning after Jordan and Nicole’s engagement party, I woke up in Lacie and Vince’s guest bedroom alone.
Talk about a nigga was pissed. I gathered my feelings, thought about how my girl felt, then chilled out.
I wanted to give her some space, but not enough space for her to think that I was on some fuck shit.
Nothing changed between us because of one off night.
Being a grown ass man, hell, adult was understanding that sometimes it took time for a couple to click sexually.
The attraction was there, so I wasn’t worried about any of that.
When I texted her later that day, her response was dry as hell. I wasn’t going to trip yet. I called her later that night and her ass sent me straight to voicemail. The next morning, she texted me with some lame excuse that she was asleep. Still, I refrained from tripping over my nut the fuck up.
Now a week later, not only had I tripped, I had completely fallen off the motherfucking cliff.
All week her ass had given me short text responses, no voice calls, and claimed to be too busy to spend time with me.
Yeah, that wasn’t how I expected to spend the first official week in my new relationship with the woman I was sure would be my forever.
“So, what ya ga do, bubba?” Jordan asked me from his seat at the bar in my restaurant. “Nicole ain’t really say nutin’ too much ’bout it when I asked her if y’all was cool. You know dey be on that one band, one sound shit doe.”
I wiped the bar down and shook my head. “Man, dis girl got me fucked up. It’s cool doe ’cause all she did was activate my nut da fuck up. I cookin’ ha dinner tonight doe.”
Vince took a sip from his beer bottle, then set it back down on the bar. “Oh, so you did talk ta her? That’s what’s up.”
“I ain’t talk ta shit. When she get home from her studio, I’ma be der wit’ dinna on da stove.
Fuck you mean?” When Jordan asked me how I was getting into her house to cook dinner, I gawked at him like he had three heads.
“Her mama gave me da code ta her house. In return, I sent ha to Jamaica fa da weekend. Her flight left dis morning.”
Both of their heads bucked before they chortled. “Boy, no! Not you sent da girl mama outta town for the door code.”
I joined them in their laughter. “Man, I pulled up on ha and tol’ ha da PG version of what been going on and she was willin’ ta help ya boy out. I asked ha what I ca’ do fa ha in return. She said she ain’t neva been to Jamaica. Well, now she der.”
It was nothing to get her a little weekend trip to Jamaica when you know folks. I called Roy’s lil one who was a travel agent and had her set it up. She texted me an hour ago with a photo attached. She was down there living her best life and hadn’t been there a full day.
“I can’t even be mad ’cause I woulda done da same thing. Lacie tried dat get ghost shit on me one fuckin’ time. She blinked, and da next thang she knew, she didn’t have air conditioning in ha house. Fixing HVAC expensive, so she ain’t had no choice but ta call ya boy for da repairs,” Vince said.
I sucked my teeth. This nigga was wild. “Bubba, you broke the girl AC unit? You don’t think she knew dat shit?”
His shoulders lifted to his ears. “I don’t give a fuck what she knew then. I bet she know now ta not play wit’ me. You gotta let des women know you a nut behind dey ass if they worth dat shit.”
He had a good point. I had no problem being a nut behind a woman that I knew was meant for me. You can’t do that with all women because some damn sure aren’t worth it. Pril Jasmine Blinds was worth all of my nut. I meant that figuratively and literally.
Dinner Is Served . . .
My baby’s last appointment today was at five fifteen.
It was going on seven o’clock now, so she should be home soon.
I arrived at her house around four to start dinner.
I went with a light menu tonight because I didn’t want her ass to fall asleep too fast after she ate.
Good food was like melatonin to my baby.
The menu tonight was baked chicken, cabbage, macaroni, and cornbread.
My mama made a sweet potato pie too, so I was all set with all of Pril’s favorites.
I did a lot more than cooking while I was at her house.
I was a domesticated nigga, so I washed a load of laundry, cleaned her air vents, and vacuumed.
My baby had tall ceilings, so those vents needed to be cleaned.
I sat on the couch in the living room waiting for my baby to arrive. It was a little after seven when I heard the beep from the front door sound. “Oh, Mama, it smells good in here. You didn’t tell me you were . . . ahhh!”