Hunz
When I met Journei, she was living in a group home. I was fourteen, goin’ on fifteen, and she had just turned fourteen. She was very quiet and carried a cold demeanor. There was a thick cloud of sadness that surrounded her, and her needing a friend was evident.
I only saw her when I went to help my dad landscape the facility every week. It started out with just me talking, but eventually, she responded, and we got close.
She graduated from that group home the same day she graduated high school and went to college with me. During college, she told me the truth about her parents. The lie she told me in the group home was her parents died in a wreck.
I felt bad for her and understood why she was so closed off from people, especially men. That was the reason why my best friend was a full-blown lesbian, eating pussy better than me.
I stepped out the shower, wrapping my towel around my waist. The hangover was hittin’ a nigga that morning. After I handled my hygiene and put some clothes on, I joined my wife downstairs. I found her in the living room with her focus on the laptop sitting in her lap.
Taking a seat beside her, I placed a kiss on her cheek. She smelled good as fuck that morning. “Wassup, baby. What you got goin’ on?”
“Hey, baby. I’m running through these emails for the shop, making sure everything is everything. I made you breakfast. It’s in the microwave.”
“Thank you. You got somethin’ you need me to do for you or want us to go somewhere?” I asked because I didn’t really have a lot of time for her during the week. Weekends were dedicated to her.
“No, baby. I’m good. We can chill today. You’re gonna need the energy for tomorrow anyway. Nei not gon’ let you sit down for a second.”
“Don’t I know it. Let me get some food in me, then we can do that. Catch up on some movies or somethin’.” She nodded, agreeing to a relaxed day.
The food she made was bomb as shit. I didn’t know if it was the hangover enhancing it or my wife really put her foot in that bitch. I threw down, making a sound after every bite. I could tell my big greedy ass was hungry. I cleaned up after myself since my baby already had the kitchen spotless.
I retreated to the living room and got comfortable, with my wife laying on top of me. The union we shared was somethin’ beautiful. I wasn’t a hothead, but I was a lil’ reckless growin’ up, which is how I met Gills. Even during college, I was loose as a goose until Belle Air caught my eye.
She always said she wouldn’t deal with me until she saw a better me. It took me a few years to get my shit right, but when I did, she was ready for a nigga. Belle wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and because of that, she waited. I wasn’t expecting her to, but hey, she knew who she wanted.
We enjoyed a few movies and laughs. It felt good to be under my baby—both of my babies. Belle Air was pregnant with twins. Our blessing twice over. We went through a miscarriage the first year of our marriage and didn’t want to try again until recently.
We didn’t know the type of parents we would be, but we knew the type we wouldn’t. I saw how sad both of my best friends were without them. My kids weren’t goin’ to experience that.
Belle Air ended up falling asleep on top of me.
My wife had been tired as fuck lately. Carrying two babies, making sure everything good with her business, and keeping me happy had to be tiring.
I was a man, and I couldn’t handle too much of shit before I got stressed the fuck out.
I applauded all women that were out there doin’ what my baby was doin’.
Looking at her, I admired her features. Belle Air wasn’t short for a woman at all.
Those butterscotch legs placed her at five-eight.
She was thick in all the right areas. Being a down south woman gave her them corn bread fed thighs and ass to match.
Her titties came in at a 42DD. Yeah, her pretty ass was stacked.
Those eyes were my favorite feature on her face, besides the freckles on her nose.
Her eyes were hooded, so she always looked sleepy or sad.
There were many times when we first started dating when I offered to take her home if she was tired or stay in and chill if she was down.
I got used to it and found myself intrigued by them.
I didn’t live a perfect life, but with my wife, I lived a better one. She challenged me in areas a nigga like me didn’t acknowledge. Commitment wasn’t in my future until I met her. Wanting a marriage and starting a family damn sure wasn’t in my plans, but then I met her.
Loving someone other than myself and best friends was a no-go, but then I crossed paths with Belle Air. The changed Hunz was because of Mrs. Sinclair.
She stirred in her sleep rubbing her breasts against my dick. That started to wake a nigga up. I tried to nudge her over a little to relieve the pressure, but she wouldn’t budge. I really hated that I had to wake her, but she had to move, or else my dick was gon’ be pokin’ her chest.
“Hunz, stop. I was comfortable,” she whined.
“I know, baby, but you on my dick.”
She sat up so I could adjust. As my hand was in my shorts, she proceeded to straddle me. I pulled it out with dick in hand. I already knew what was up. Belle Air took care of me without telling her what I needed.
When she leaned down to kiss me, her oversized T-shirt rose. That wagon she was toting was on full display, my hands gripping each cheek. The kisses she was delivering made me harder than I already was. She was skilled at using her mouth in more ways than one.
As she kissed me, she reached under and placed me at her opening. I could feel the heat coming from within her tunnel. The warmth and wetness her pussy provided had a nigga counting sheep anytime I was in her. Belle had some grade A for real.
It took her a minute to work me in, but once in, I was ready for the ride. No matter how wet she was, I could never just slide in. Her lips were still occupying mine, and I was lowkey glad they were. When she started moving, I almost moaned in her mouth. Pregnant pussy had a nigga hooked for life.
Belle Air was taking her time with it. Every wave felt like it was slowed down to make sure I enjoyed the body of water it brought.
Releasing the hold she had on my mouth, she sat up and let her eyes connect with mine.
Her pace picked up a little, and so did the sheep count.
My wife had a nigga gone in the head right now.
“You feel so good, husband.”
“As do you, wife.”
That brought a smile to her face and boosted her ego.
Belle Air knew exactly how to please me.
Anytime she was on top, she rode to perfection.
Her pretty ass reversed her cowgirl and grabbed on to my legs.
The way she threw that pussy on my dick put me in a trance.
It was like her shit swallowed a nigga with pride, leaving trails of that white cream I loved.
“I swear this shit gettin’ better by the day.”
“Sss, this dick feelin’… mmm, shit…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.
The minute she sat up to feel all of me, I grabbed her waist and went in as deep as I could repeatedly. She had lost any control she held up until that point.
“Toooo deeeeeep. Fuck, I’m ’bout to cum.”
Hell, I was right behind her. She brought me to the tip, and I was ready to explode all in her shit. “Let go so I can too.” Like the good wife that she was, she listened and blessed a nigga with more fluid than I was expecting.
She sat there, with me still inside, doin’ a slow grind. If she wanted more, I would gladly give her what she was asking for. As long as my dick had contact with that dangerous shit she possessed, I wasn’t goin’ down.
When her movements went from bended knees and a slow grind to feet flat and a steady bounce, I knew she was about to take it up a notch. We picked a good day to relax.
“It’s not the crazy muthafucka you watch out for. It’s the scared one.” It meant crazy people did scary shit, but a scared muthafucka gon’ do what’s necessary to get the fuck out of any situation.
Walking up the stairs to VIP, I saw Journei headed toward us. Her smile was so bright it was outshining the diamonds she wore.
“Best friend! You came!” she screamed, throwing her arms around my neck.
“You knew I was comin’. Happy birthday, best friend.” I used my free hand to bring her in for a hug. “You smell good, Journei. What Alexis got you coated in?”
“I can’t go nowhere without my Burberry Her. You should know that by now.” She turned to Belle Air and greeted her as well. “Hey, my baby. You lookin’ like a meal as always. Thank you for comin’.”
“And miss the turn up I only get to witness once a year… yeah right. Here, boo. We got you somethin’.” Belle Air handed over the gift, then gave her a hug.
When Belle Air first met Journei, she didn’t believe we were just friends. It took her a while to accept it. Journei never changed how she interacted with me, regardless of who I was with. She still came around and got her quality time with me ’til that day.
I loved Journei, and because I knew what she’d been through, I refused to let anyone drive her out my life. However, I needed them to be cool. Belle got with the program eventually, and they began setting up lunch dates together.
“Ooouuu. I like gifts. Come take a shot with me,” she said, smiling.
Following her to the section they occupied, I scoped the scene. It wasn’t shoulder to shoulder the way it was downstairs. We had breathing and dancing room up here. I could keep an eye on my baby and my best friend.
I spotted Alexis at the DJ booth exchanging words with him. She wouldn’t go too far away from Journei. That lil’ short muthafucka was overprotective when it came to her. Lex treated Journei like a queen, and I applauded her.
That hurt, fragile, and quiet girl I met over a decade ago was no longer present. My friend smiled and damn sure engaged more. Still didn’t fuck with niggas, but she wasn’t afraid of them anymore. She proudly voiced her dislike for them whenever she got the chance.
We sat down and started on the shots immediately. Belle Air tried to test me, but I handled that shit with the quickness. To make her feel better, I ordered her a virgin daiquiri so she could feel like she was in the mix.
The vibe was nice. Alexis made her way back to the section, and everybody was enjoying themselves. My wife gave me a dance or two while Journei and Lex damn near fucked on the floor. My best friend was living, so I had no words.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as I took another shot. I pulled it out to see Gills sent a text sayin’ he was pullin’ up. “Baby, I’ll be right back. Gills just pulled up.” She nodded, moving from my lap to the sectional.
As I walked away, I could hear Journei yelling, “Best friend, yo’ black ass better not leave!” I shook my head and kept trucking.
By the time I got to the entrance, Gills was just walking up. “My boy really stepped out. How you feelin’, light skin?”
“I’m cool. Who party is this again?” he asked.
“Nigga, I texted all that to you earlier. Just come on and enjoy the festivities however a pastor does. Hell, I don’t know what to offer yo’ holier than thou lookin’ ass.” I headed back inside with Gills following behind.
A few bitches tried to get his attention, and his next to godliness ass dubbed every single last one of them. If I wasn’t married, one of those pressed hoes would’ve got to taste the dick and maybe even feel it.
We stopped by the bar, ordering some water for the drunk muthafuckas tryna sober up a lil’.
I knew I was gon’ need one once I got upstairs.
Journei wasn’t about to outdrink me like I was a lil’ ass boy.
She had me fucked up. I planned on gettin’ Gills or Belle to walk me into the house again tonight.