Halo #4
“Yes, we do and you know it. In the beginning I did like you and wanted us to be a couple. But Story came and you made her your girl. I was a little hurt, but when we became friends, I started looking at you as only that.
I’ve liked spending time with you. You’re the first real friend I’ve had who has not tried to sleep with me. I never knew that I needed that and I really don’t want it to end. Still, I’ll let it go if I must.”
“Didn’t I say we don’t have to stop being friends.
I’ll talk to my girl and be honest with her about everything.
Our friendship isn’t a big problem between us.
I think she doesn’t love me because of how fucked up I am.
I just want her to be honest about it. On some real shit I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage her rejection.
But I won’t blame her for not being able to love me. ”
If I had some more vodka on me now, I’d down it just to swallow the thoughts in my mind.
“Halo you are not fucked up at all. You stand out from your brothers even though you try to fade in the back. I’m not trying to be funny but if Story can’t see that then it’s her loss.”
My head was against the seat, and I had to close my eyes for a few seconds. My brain was circling my head, and it was going faster by the second. As good as it felt to be so high and drunk, I couldn’t get my problems to disappear. Then I felt a weight on me and I opened my eyes.
“Whoa, what’chu doing girl?”
Dallas climbed on my lap, and I could smell the alcohol in her breath. Her eyes were low and red from the weed.
“I hate that you are feeling less than, all I want to do is make you feel good Halo. I swear to God I won’t tell.” She started kissing on my cheek then my neck.
Her hair had a fruit scent on it, and I could not hide how it made me feel.
“Come on Dallas, this ain’t----
“Shhhh. You deserve this Halo, you’re so stressed. Shhhh.”
I heard the buckle from my belt being undone and my dick was in her hands just as fast. Dallas started stroking me and my head hit the back of my seat. I bit the bottom of my lip hard and enjoyed it.
“You are so big, so damn big. Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah, in my wallet.” I answered without thinking about anything but getting the nut out of me.
Dallas went into my pocket and took my wallet out. She grabbed the Magnum and ripped it open. As she put it on, I lifted her tight dress up and ripped her thin thong. She pushed the button on the side of my seat back some and came down on me.
“Uhhh shit Halo, uhhh.”
The room began spinning even faster, only this time my problems were gone. Drunk/high sex was a whole other experience I had yet to have but got damn it was bomb. Dallas kissed on my neck and bounced up and down on me. My hands squeezed her waist, and I started making her bounce harder.
“Halo! Halo! Halo! Ohhhh!!” She screamed my name loud and her ass slapped in my lap even louder.
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick! Take all this damn dick!”
The sound of her dress ripping some was made when I yanked her titties out of it. I squeezed them while she continued.
“Ughhh! Damn! Ugh!” I came into the condom so much it was like it would never stop.
Dallas slowed down and let the last of her moans come out. My eyes opened and the room still spun but now my heart was racing in my chest. She climbed off me and back into the passenger’s seat.
I grabbed two napkins from my glove compartment and used it to ball the condom up in it. Then I put it in my cup holder, tucked my dick back in and fixed my jeans. Dallas pulled her dress down and tried to salvage the top part of her dress that I ripped.
“Shit. We just…shit. I’m seein’ triple right now. I need to get my ass home.” My words were still slurred, and I could have sworn I was driving even though I wasn’t.
“I need to get in the house too.” She opened the door. “Do you need to come in and---”
“Naw. I’m all good. Gone ahead and get inside.”
She took her heels off then got out of the car. When she made it inside, I pulled off so fast my tires screeched. When I hit the freeway, I tossed out the used condom and kept the window down so the air could hit me in the face. I needed to get out of this car before I passed out at the wheel.
**
I woke up with my head banging the same way a hammer hits a nail. When the sun hit my eyes, it stung a little and I turned from it. I must have crashed hard because I could feel sleep in my eyes and dry crust on the side of my mouth.
To say I over did it with the drinking and edibles last night was an understatement. My hands pressed on my closed eyes and I sat up. As soon as I did visions came back from last night.
“Oh fuck!”
Dallas climbing on top of me in my car. Her kissing my jaw, my neck and taking my dick out.
“You are so big, so damn big.”
“Do you have a condom? Yeah, in my wallet.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I flipped off my bed and onto the floor where my clothes were when I heard my phone ringing.
“Halo! Halo! Halo! Ohhhh!!”
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick! Take all this damn dick!”
More flashbacks came to me, my hands were shaking, heart beating out of my chest and my mouth felt like cotton was shoved in it. I know the ringtone, it was Story. I answered it as soon as I had my phone in my hands.
“Hello.”
“Hey, good morning, I am so sorry I missed---
“Where are you? At home?” I asked her.
“Yes, I---”
“Can I come see you? Please?”
“Of course you can---”
“Okay boo, I’m about to get in the shower then I’m on my way. Do you need me to pick up anything? Breakfast, coffee, anything?”
“No babe I’m okay. I’ll see you soon.”
We hung up and I had to catch my breath.
I fucked Dallas last night, I cheated on Story and it was all coming back to me.
After I took my wallet out of my jeans I grabbed my clothes, socks, took my boxers off, even my expensive Prada gym shoes.
I took them to the kitchen and tossed them in the garbage.
Then I pulled the bag up, tied it and sat it by the door.
After, I took my naked ass to the shower, turned the hot water on, and scrubbed myself clean.
When I blinked, I saw the damage I had done.
What the hell was I about to do? Could I blame it on the vodka, the edibles, or the fact that I was just a stupid ass nigga who cheated.
I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. My deodorant was on, put Vaseline on my dark skin then grabbed my Adidas grey track pants, matching T-shirt, and a grey bandana. When it was on my head, I put some cologne on then put my Adidas high-tops on.
I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone then left my apartment. Since I drove my Camero last night, I wouldn’t dream of driving that now. I decided to take my 1969 Ford Mustang out and drive it. My brothers called me, but I ignored them and texted my code word to them, so they knew I was good.
We had code that we texted each other so the other would know we weren’t in trouble. Right now, I only wanted to talk to one person. When I arrived at Story’s place I parked in my usual spot then got out and jogged to her door. I knocked twice and Hendrix opened it.
“Sup my guy.” He spoke as he opened the door.
“Sup. She upstairs?”
“Yup.”
I thanked him then headed up the stairs to her room. Her door was closed but I opened it and her scent hit my nose as soon as I did.
Story walked out of her closet holding a maxi dress in her hand. “Good morning! Why didn’t you text me---”