Don't Come Looking For Love 3: Family Ties Page 5

  “Welcome to the industry, honey!” I told her.

  “Shut your bald-headed ass up, Tee-Tee! Damn! Why you always tripping, huh?” he asked her lifting her chin up. She blushed then rolled her eyes. Looking at them made me miss Kenjay even more. All of the couples had a unique bond but their relationship stood out from everyone else’s in the room. I always wondered what their love story was.

  “Well, look at you, shorty! You are looking fine as ever!” A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned around and it was Lyle. I had a fling with him back in college. He had the hottest beats out right now. Lyle wasn’t as tall as I usually like my men. He was about five-foot-ten and a little stocky. He reminded me of Lil’ Scrappy. He pulled me into a tight hug.

  “Yeah, Tee-Tee we can roll in a few. Some shit is about to go down! You know those foreign motherfuckers ain’t wrapped too tight!” he said talking about Kenjay. He pulled Tee-Tee away. Cam hurriedly followed behind them.

  I cleared my throat then straightened my dress out. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a few years,” I said, smiling.

  “Good, now that I see you. So, what has your fine ass been up to? You don’t have a man, do you?” he asked, eyeing my breasts.

  “Not at the moment. I see you been doing your thing though. That’s a good look. You out here killing it!” I said.

  “Yeah, a nigga just trying to live. So, I hear that you are the stylist to see! I’m trying to check that out. I have a big event I’m hosting next month. I have to look like that nigga, ya feel me?” he asked.

  I went into my clutch to give him my card. He took it then put it in his pocket.

  “Well, it was nice seeing you. I will call you later. Maybe we can even do lunch,” he said, licking his lips. I smiled then waved him off. I mingled with the rest of the crowd for a few hours. I started to yawn so I knew it was time for me to go home.

  I waited outside until valet pulled my car up. A whiff of cologne blew past my nose and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Chills ran down my spine. I knew that scent all too well.

  “Who was that nigga?” Kenjay asked from behind me.

  “An old friend,” I replied.

  He smirked at me. “That nigga want to fuck you again. You know that, right?” he asked. How does he know I slept with Lyle? I wondered to myself.

  “Who said we fucked?” I asked him.

  The young white boy handed me the keys to my car. I was ready to turn around but Kenjay pushed me against my car with his body pressed against mine.

  “I can see the way he was looking at your breasts that he fucked you. Body language speaks volumes. So stay away from that nigga unless you want him to be stiff, cold and embalmed,” he said into my ear. Kenjay must have had too much to drink.

  I tried pushing him off but his body didn’t budge. I felt his dick harden against my center.

  “Stop it, damn it! Someone is going to see us,” I said not wanting to draw attention.

  He slid his hand down my leg then slid it back up causing my dress to lift. I tried smacking his hand away but he was stronger than I was. His fingers brushed against my panty line. My nipples hardened against his chest and my moist center throbbed.

  His fingers slid into my thong, violating my throbbing clit. He moaned as he played between my slit. I tried squirming away but his other hand gripped my ass, restraining me. This crazy nigga was ready to give me an orgasm!

  “Please, stop!” I moaned.

  “Damn, you wet and tight!” he said, slipping another finger into me. My breathing sped up, as he kissed my neck trailing his tongue along my collarbone. He gently sank his teeth into my neck as his warm, wet tongue licked it.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!” I said as he hungrily attacked my neck while his fingers moved in and out of me. He found my spot, and when he did, his fingers moved faster inside of me. Cum ran down my leg.

  “That’s right, shorty. Squeeze my fingers with those pussy muscles,” he said gripping my ass tighter. My walls sucked Kenjay’s fingers inside me deeper. He made my knees buckle as I climaxed. He pulled his soaking wet fingers out of me then tasted me. He licked his lips. “That pussy knows when daddy is hungry! Now, take your ass home! If I see that nigga in your face again, it’s going to be some shit!” he said walking away.

  Sameer

  Shine sat on the wooden bench in the locker room wrapping my stomach up. I sold weed here and there but that wasn’t how I made my money. I cage fight, though the shit is illegal because it’s considered gambling. It was like a deadly version of UFC—niggas be getting killed. A bunch of rich motherfuckers put up money betting on the fighter. I had not met my match yet but I would be lying if I said I don’t be getting fucked up! Everyone thinks these broads be fucking me up but most of my bruises come from fighting.

  I picked up my backpack full of money as Shine helped me up.

  “Yo, you got to stop this shit, man! That nigga was big! I thought he was going to kill your ass!” Shine said.

  “Big motherfuckers move slowly! I told you that. He did get me good though. But I put that nigga on his back. That round kick to his head is going to have him fucked up for a bit!” I told Shine.

  My phone rang and it was Lo-Lo. Now, she acted like she wanted to talk to a nigga! Fuck her dumb ass! Lo-Lo be fucking with some whack-ass niggas! When Kenjay told me the nigga I caught her with was ready to stab me, it made my blood boil.

  “What the fuck do you want, young?” I asked her.

  “Really, Sameer? You got into my ass the other day and now you’re just going to ignore me? What bitch are you with? You are acting real brand new!” she said. I could hear her spitting out sunflower seeds over the phone.

  “Stop popping that shit in my ear! What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t call me anymore. I’m not a dumb-ass nigga! You knocked up and you’re not trying to tell me!” I shouted into the phone.

  “I’m not fucking pregnant!” she said.

  “Why is your cervix closed then Lo-Lo? What you think I’m just going to play in your pussy all night for no reason? I’m not a dumb-ass nigga! I know a woman’s body better than she does,” I said to her. She got quiet over the phone.

  “Talk shit now! You might be pregnant by that nigga Ron, huh? He is going to be a DEAD beat anyway!” I said laughing into the phone. She hung up on me.

  I popped a pain pill then washed it down with some water as Shine got into the driver’s seat.

  “You killed that nigga Ron didn’t you?” he asked me.

  “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t! When it’s your time to go, you go!” I told him. He shook his head then started the truck up.

  “What are you trying to do?” he asked me.

  “You already know! I need some pussy! Let’s hit the club,” I said. I rolled my blunt up then smoked it. Lo-Lo had me ready to strangle her ass. She better tell me if that’s my seed or not.

  I felt a body against mine, as I lay in bed naked on my silk sheets. My head was pounding and my eyelids felt heavy. I got wasted last night.

  The woman I came back to my crib with wrapped her arms around me. Then something caught my attention when she tried kissing me.

  “What the fuck! Oh, hell nawl! Young, where the fuck is your hair?” I asked her. She had on a stocking cap and her make-up wasn’t on anymore. I brought home a bad bitch! Now, this bitch just looked bad.

  She went under the sheet and pulled her wig from underneath it.

  “What is your problem?” she asked me, trying to kiss me. Her morning breath was the worst I have ever smelled. I mushed her and she fell onto the floor. My heart dropped. Her ass was gone! I looked to the corner of my room and her butt pads were laying on the floor. If I slept with a man I would kill this nigga then myself.

  “Young, if you got a dick, honest to God, I will kill you! Mannnn, fuck! I fucked Little Bill?” She stood up. When I saw her pussy I calmed down.

  She looked at me with cross-eyes and buckteeth!

  “Who the fuck are you?”
I asked her.

  “Lema! You was drunk last night and I brought you home,” she said.

  She walked around the bed. I glanced down at her feet.

  “Young, what you got hermit crabs living on your feet? Are those bunions?” I asked her.

  There was a loud knock on my door. Lema got back in bed under the covers.

  “Sameer, open up the damn door! I know you see me calling you!” Lo-Lo yelled, banging on my door.

  Lema looked at me with her cross eyes then smiled. I grilled her peculiar-looking ass.

  “FUCK! Come on Lamar get your ass up and leave out of the window!” I told her.

  “You live on the fifth floor!” she said.

  “Bitch, do I look like Bro Man to you? Your eyes that damn bad? I live on the second floor! Now, get your funny-looking ass up!” I said grabbing her shit. I opened up the balcony door tossing some of her stuff over the rail.

  “Open this damn door! I know you have a bitch in there, Sameer! If you don’t, I’m about to turn to Jasmine Sullivan and bust the fucking windows out of your car!” she screamed, kicking the door. It sounded like she had on Timbs. I started sweating like a pedophile at Chuck E. Cheese. Lo-Lo didn’t fuck around. Out all of the females I had come across, she was the only one who had a backbone.

  “Just open the door! I’m your woman and we can all get through this! You told me you wanted me to be your girl last night! I can’t wait till you meet my mama!” Lema said.

  “Young, if you look like your mama I’m good on that!” Lema ran out of the room and down the hall to the door with my t-shirt on. Why do I always get stuck with the crazy bitches?

  She opened the door. “You need to leave me and my man alone!” she said to Lo-Lo. I stood behind Lema looking at her legs then got pissed off. She had legs like an old man!

  Lo-Lo pushed past Lema then grilled her. “Oh, so you fucking lil’ Darrel now?” Lo-Lo asked me.

  “Young, it’s not even like that!” I said backing up.

  “You need to leave out of my man’s house!” Lema said.

  “How many fists do I have up?” Lo-Lo asked Lema, holding up one fist.

  “Three!” Lema answered. I don’t know how this bitch drove us here when she is legally blind.

  “Good then I can hit your ass three times then!” Lo-Lo said swinging on Lema three times, knocking her over the couch.

  “Get your ass up, bitch!” Lo-Lo said charging towards Lema as she crawled on the floor.

  I pulled Lo-Lo back before she started fucking up my new crib. I just moved here about a month ago after I found out about Jameer and Narshae.

  “Get the fuck off of me, bitch!” Lo-Lo screamed, hitting me in the face. I tried not to get mad when she hit me because I know if I lost my temper, I would fuck her up. I pushed Lo-Lo into the wall. Lema jumped on my back, swinging on Lo-Lo.

  “Oh, so y’all want to jump me? Really, Sameer?” Lo-Lo asked. I swung Lema off of me. She hit her head against the wall.

  “Get your ass up, Lema and take your ass home! I told you to leave!” I said grabbing her things. Lo-Lo went into the kitchen to get a butcher knife. I put her in a restraint that made her drop the knife as Lema ran out of the house with her wig in hand.

  “Get off of me, Sameer! My arms are going numb! I can’t feel my fucking arms! What the fuck are you doing to me?” she cried.

  Her body started going limp and her legs gave out on her. I lowered her down onto the floor. I sat down with her as she laid between my legs.

  “What’s up, baby mama? What are you doing coming over here clowning for?” I asked Lo-Lo.

  “I missed you!” she said.

  “Why are you lying to me, Logan?” I asked her.

  “I’m not, Sameer, I do miss you!” she replied. I stood, helping her up.

  “Let me change my sheets and take a shower,” I told Lo-Lo. I smelled like Lema’s cheap perfume.

  “You fucked her?” Lo-Lo asked me.

  “Honestly, I don’t know! She said I did but I don’t remember! I’m fucking my cousins up!” I said. Those niggas got me.

  My cellphone rang on the nightstand. I went into my room to answer it and it was Kenjay.

  “What the fuck do you want, nigga?” I asked him. Then he burst into laughter. This nigga was laughing so hard he started coughing.

  “Yoooooooo, you was with a bad bitch last night, wasn’t you? I mean she was a five-star chick, nigga! Damn she was fine!” he said falling out.

  “Nigga, fuck you! Young, you wrong for that shit! You and Shine’s bitch ass! See, that’s why I don’t like to go out with y’all niggas now!” I said. I’m swinging on that nigga when I see him!

  “Nigga, fuck all of that! I would have to stab your ass! I’m not fucking with you Rambo! I don’t have time for all that shit you be doing! I smoke too much!” Kenjay said.

  “I get up with you later!” I said hanging up on him as he continued to laugh.

  My phone buzzed letting me know I got a text message. I opened it up and it was a picture of me shoving my tongue down Lema’s throat with Shine and Kenjay throwing up the peace sign behind our heads. The caption on the picture read: Bad bitches are winning.

  Lo-Lo snatched my phone. “So, you was kissing this bitch, Sameer?” She smacked me in the back of the head.

  “Come on, boo. You know I only want you! Why you tripping on me?” I asked smiling.

  Lo-Lo had the cutest face I had ever seen. It was perfect and round. She had pouty lips and a small nose. Her hair had green tips and she was wearing it in a big, wild, thick bushy ponytail that sat on top of her head. Lo-Lo had too much hair but it was better than those colorful tracks. I looked at her thick legs and wide hips then licked my lips. Lo-Lo had a gap between her legs. She crossed her arms, tapping her long, white, pointy nails with rhinestones on them.

  “You are not getting none of this pussy again, nigga! You can get hard all you want too,” she said as she eyed my dick print.

  “Come on, Lo-Lo! I need some!” I said.

  “You really want me to fuck you after you just fucked Olive Oyl? You are out of your rabbit-ass mind!” she said. She looked around then frowned her nose up.

  “Wash your dick while I clean up this place! It’s a mess, Sameer!” she said.

  “I’m always on the move, girl! I don’t be having the time to sometimes. Is that my baby though?” I asked Lo-Lo.

  “Yes, it is. Damn! According to the sonogram I was already pregnant when I slept with Ron. I just couldn’t tell you without finding out first.” I was pissed off because she was just with that nigga at Denny’s while carrying my seed.

  “Why the fuck are you chilling with other niggas then?” I yelled at her and she jumped.

  “Don’t get scared now, Lo-Lo!” I told her.

  “What are we doing, Sameer? Last time I checked you were fucking anything you wanted! I was doing my thing also! Why are you always getting mad at me? I get lonely too sometimes. Have you thought about that? You were not always available for me. It was either Narshae’s stank ass or her sister! So, stop trying to tell me what to do!” she said, grabbing a broom.

  “Shit changes when you’re carrying a nigga seed! You can’t be fucking with other niggas!” I replied. She waved me off as she cleaned up my condo. I showered then got dressed. When I walked out of my room my crib was spotless. She was knocked out on the couch.

  I laid on top of her kissing her face. She slightly mushed me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth then sucked on her bottom lip. I raised up pulling her leggings down and, like always, she didn’t have any panties on.

  “Sameer, what are you doing?” she asked me.

  “Taking what’s mines!” I responded. I lifted up her shirt, kissing her stomach. I got down to her navel then swirled my tongue around it. I sat up then spread her lips. Lo-Lo had a tattoo of a Tootsie Roll Pop on her pussy. I kissed it then parted her lips with my fingers. She grabbed my head as I flicked my tongue across her clit. She closed her legs but I pushed
them open wider.

  “Chill the fuck out!” I told her. I went back to what I was doing. She started moaning as my tongue flickered across her swollen bud. Her pussy throbbed and her cum gushed out, rolling down her ass crack. I pinned her legs up lapping up the sweet nectar she just wasted. I wanted all that shit! Pre-cum drizzled out of my dick. There was something about Lo-Lo’s pussy that can make a nigga bust without even fucking her.

  She climaxed for the second time and it ran down my chin. I stuck my tongue into her. Her womanhood gripped it. Lo-Lo was the only female I knew that could work her pussy muscles. I jabbed it into her. She dug her nails into my back as I made love to her with my mouth.