Booty Call *69 (15 page)

I quickly start getting dressed. Both ladies are still asleep and look
like they’re not getting up any time soon. I make my way downstairs and see Tyrone passed out on the couch with Sweet. They’re both ass naked. I know he had a good time last night.

I gently nudge Tyrone, trying to wake his ass up. I need to get home, and my car is still parked in Canarsie. “Get up, Ty…I need to get to my car,” I quietly say. He moves around a little and grumbles something, but he never opens his eyes. “Tyrone, yo, I need a ride,” I persist. “Wake your ass up.”

Finally, he opens his eyes and looks up at me. “Yo, Jakim, it’s too fuckin’ early in da morning for this shit. Take a cab home or somethin’.”

“What?”

“Yo, take a hundred out my pocket. I’m too fucked up to drive.” I sigh irately.

Sweet wakes up. “I gotta pee,” she says. She climbs over Tyrone and, still naked, walks to the bathroom. I can’t help but stare at her—especially her backside. Her ass puts J-Lo’s to shame.
I shoula got at dat, too.

After Sweet is inside the bathroom, I walk over to Tyrone’s jeans on the floor and take five twenty-dollar bills out of one of the pockets. There’s a wad of cash, almost twenty-five hundred.

“Yo, I’m out,” I tell Tyrone. He doesn’t even budge. He’s sound asleep again, snoring like an old man. As I prepare to make my exit, I hear the toilet flush. Sweet steps out of the bathroom and glances at me, smiling.

“You leaving?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I reply, studying her rawness.

“You coming back, right? Next time you come through, maybe you and me can fuck.”

“Hey, no doubt,” I say beaming. She makes her way back over to the couch and lies next to Tyrone.

I step outside and pull out my cell phone to call a cab. The screen tells me that I’ve missed three calls. I’m shocked when I see that two of them are from Shana. I quickly check my messages. The first one is from Latish, claiming how much she misses me and wants me to call her back whenever I get the message. I delete it quickly and go on to the next one, from Shana.

Shana has rarely called my phone since we’ve been separated. I try not to get excited; she might just want something from me—probably money or a ride somewhere. I know it’s not the dick. I try not to stress myself thinking about what she wants. I call a cab, and it arrives in ten minutes.

During the ride, I contemplate giving Shana a call back. I want to know what’s up. But I decide against it. Why give her the satisfaction of calling her back right away, when she’s constantly blowing me off? Fuck that. I got enough ass in one day to hold me over for a week.

Shana is still on my mind when I get to my car. I start thinking about whether she needs me for something really important, an emergency. I know I have to put my ego to the side and give her a call back. I love her too much to put her on hold and ignore her.

I call Shana when I get home. She picks up. She seems upset about something. I’m baffled when she tells me about Terry’s murder. I didn’t know the guy all that well. I just know that he and Shana dated for a short time, and he was a few years older than me.

We talk for hours, and I listen to her cry like a baby. As always, I promise that I’m here for her whenever she needs me. I know it’s a promise that I’ll always keep.

Numerous bitches are at Terry’s wake. I’ve come with Naja to pay my respects. Terry has so many women shedding tears over his death that it’s unbelievable. His baby mother—well, the only one I knew about before today—flew in from North Carolina. He actually had four different baby mothers and six kids. He cheated on all of them, and he was engaged three times.

His mother flew in from Trinidad. She’s hysterical over her son’s death. I’m surprised that she even recognizes me when I greet her.

I’m dressed in a black skirt and cream blouse; wearing all black is not my thing. There are a handful of mourners dressed down in all black, but the majority of people attending the wake are in everyday attire. Naja stays by my side and even holds my hand for comfort.

It’s an open-casket wake, and from where I’m standing, Terry looks peaceful in his gray, three-piece, pinstriped suit. We go up to view his body, and I nearly break down in tears. It hurts me to see him like this, but it disturbs me even more to think that I’m probably fucking the prime suspect in
his murder. But no one knows for sure who killed Terry. He was found in an abandoned car shot three times, once in the neck and twice in the chest.

“You okay, Shana?” Naja asks me as she wipes away my tears with her free hand. I nod and continue gazing down at him. He was my second love. We finish paying our respects and head toward the back.

“How you doing, Shana?” a slim, dark-skinned gentleman asks as he approaches Naja and I. At first I don’t recognize him. But after a few seconds I do and greet him with a hug. It’s Terry’s best friend, Terrance. It’s been three years since I’ve last seen him. He looks different; he’s cut off his braids. We look each other over for a moment, and then he breaks the silence. “I miss him. That was my fucking boy.”

I give him another hug, comforting him as best as I can. I’m speechless. I haven’t told anyone that the last time I saw Terry he was getting beat down by Tyrone in a burger joint, while I just stood there and watched. I dread the memory of that night.

I feel my tears about to flow freely again as I hold Terrance in my arms. Back in high school, he and Terry were inseparable; they did everything together. Terrance was messing with Sasha, and Terry was my sweetheart. We had some wild and crazy nights together.

“Do they know who killed him?” Naja asks.

“Nah, the police don’t have any suspects right now,” Terrance says. “The crew is wilding out, though; they about ready to murder somebody.”

When he said ‘the crew,’ he meant Terry’s cousins and their boys. They’re a rowdy and ruthless bunch of hoodlums and thugs. When we were together, Terry would always talk about his cousins and how wild and fucked up they were. He told me that one night they robbed a gas station
clerk and shot him in the foot so he couldn’t chase them as they just walked out with armloads of his stuff. They went to school about ten percent of the time, and when they were there, all they did was fight, harass other students and gamble in the hallways.

Terrance leaves us to go and view the body. He appears reluctant; it’s tearing him apart to have to see his boy lying there dead. I just stand there with my arms folded across my chest, trying to relax myself.

Sasha arrives with a few friends. When I see her enter the room, I start to cry; all of this drama is too much for me. I start to reminisce about the past, on how things used to be. Now everything is changing.

Sasha looks over at me. I meet her gaze…there will be peace between us tonight; Terry’s death sets our differences aside. I start to smile at her, but it’s just not happening; I remember that the bitch tried to cut me.

Naja comes from out of the bathroom. She sees Sasha and asks, “You ready to go?”

I nod.
Everything is gonna be all right.
We head for the exit, saying our goodbyes to friends and acquaintances that we pass along the way.

When we get outside, I see a group of young men, talking and smoking. I throw my hand over my mouth after recognizing three of them. One of them looks my way and taps the other two on the shoulder. Now they’re all looking at me. Scared, I hurry by them, rushing my ass to the car with Naja close behind, trying to keep up.

“What’s da matter, girl?!” she shouts, sounding out of breath.

“Nothin’,” I say.

When we get in the car, I quickly lock my door and slump down in the seat. I peep out the window at them as we drive by. They’re still watching me. They’re the three guys who were in the burger joint the night Terry
got his ass whipped. I know they know my face. I’m so fuckin’ petrified.

I look like I’ve just seen a ghost when Naja pulls up in front of my place. She keeps asking me what’s wrong. I blame it on the wake, give her a hug and get my ass inside the house. My mother’s home, thank God; I wouldn’t feel too safe being alone in the house tonight.

Jakim stops by the next morning. He tells me he’s sorry about what happened to Terry and tries to console me. It feels so good being in his arms. I want to tell him about what happened in the burger joint, about how I was there and witnessed everything up close. But I can’t. I also want to confess to him everything that’s been going on with Tyrone and me. My common sense tells me not to. I don’t want him to start flipping and possibly have another fucked up incident on my conscience.

Jakim holds me in his arms as we lay propped up against a few pillows on my bed. He massages my shoulders, plays with my hair and whispers comforting words in my ear. He tells me that everything’s gonna be all right. I turn around and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. I stare into his lovely brown eyes and then give him another short kiss on the lips. “Do you still love me?” I ask him.

“Of course I do,” he quickly answers. We start tonguing each other down. He holds me tightly, and the taste of his tongue heats my panties. I want to feel him inside of me. I kiss all around his neck as he explores my body with his hands. He pulls off my jeans and I unbutton his shirt, tickling his chest with my fingers. We’re completely naked in no time. He climbs on top of me and slowly reintroduces himself to something he’s been missing for a while. “Jakim!” I cry out, as he slowly starts stroking it.

“Everything is going to be okay, Shana. I promise,” he gently says. I just close my eyes and give him my body. It feels so good, but then I start
feeling guilty about being with Tyrone.

“I miss you so much,” Jakim adds.

“Aaaaaahhh, I miss you too, baby,” I softly reply. I grip his back and wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts himself into me. “Fuck me, Jakim! Fuck me!”

“I got you, Shana.” Jakim begins kissing me passionately. “I never wanna let you go again.”

The sex is raw, fast and very pleasing. It’s so good, and when he comes inside me, it feels like Mount St. Helen has erupted between my thighs. Jakim holds me in his arms after we’re done and we both fall asleep.

Jakim wakes up in the afternoon, naked and happy as ever. I’m already dressed. “You okay, baby?” he asks getting up from the bed.

“I need you to leave, Jakim,” I say.

“Why? What’s the matter?” he asks, coming toward me still undressed.

“I can’t explain why. I just need for you to go.”

He just looks at me and then begins to search for his stuff, as I stand near the doorway watching him. “You know, Shana, I don’t fuckin’ get you. Let me know what’s happening between us, because you’re buggin’ me the fuck out right now,” he says fastening his jeans.

I remain silent. It’s not that I don’t want to answer him; I just can’t because I don’t really know what’s going on with me. After he finishes dressing, he storms by me, almost knocking me down. He goes to the door, turns around and gives me a cold look. “You’re fuckin’ someone else, aren’t you?” I don’t answer.

Later that evening as I’m walking home from the store, Tyrone’s black BMW pulls up to the curb beside me. I freak out and start to quickstep,
nearly jogging to my house. Tyrone gets out of the car. “Shana, hold up. I wanna talk to you!”

I’m in no mood to see him right now, but hearing his voice makes me stop in my tracks; my body numbs like I’m playing freeze tag. I press the bag of groceries I’m carrying to my chest and slowly turn around to see that he’s already a few feet behind me. He looks serious, maybe a little too serious. I just stand there, watching him approach me. I’m not scared of him; I just don’t know what he’s capable of doing.

“Shana, I just wanna talk to you,” he says in a low and calm voice. “C’mon, let’s go for a ride.” He extends his hand out to me.

“But I gotta take this bag of groceries home,” I say.

“It can’t wait? This is really important.”

“No, Tyrone, my mother is really waiting on this stuff,” I say taking two steps back.

“All right, then let me give you a ride to your crib.” I knew he was-n’t going to take no for an answer, so I get in the car.

During the ride to my place, Tyrone remains quiet, focusing his attention on the road. I just stare out of the passenger window. I want to ask him if he had something to do with Terry’s death, but I’m hesitant to do so. We pull up in front of my house, and I slowly begin to step out of the car. He grabs me by my coat and says, “Shana, promise me that you’re gonna come right back. This is something really important.”

I nod and he releases his grip on me. Once inside, I place the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, walk back to the front and peer out of the window at Tyrone’s car. I’m reluctant to go back out there, but I promised him that I would return. My mother comes out of her bedroom wrapped in her bathrobe, ready to light a cigarette. I know she just got finished riding
Danny’s dick; her hair looks atrocious, plus I see him lying on her bed as I quickly look past her into her bedroom.

“You got my stuff?” she asks.

I point to the kitchen as I go back to peering out of the window. “What you looking at?” she asks.

“Nothin’. I’ll be back,” I tell her as I exit out the front door.

I cautiously approach Tyrone’s car. I’m a bit nervous; I don’t know what to expect. I get in on the passenger side and close the door.

“What’s so important, Tyrone?” I ask.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“I’ve been really busy.”

“C’mon, let’s go for a quick ride,” he suggests, turning the ignition and starting up the car.

“Go where, Tyrone? I got things to do today. I can’t be driving all over Queens and Brooklyn with you.”