Booty Call *69 (24 page)

The night is young. My body quivers as I stare up at the bedroom ceiling. I bite down on my bottom lip and close my eyes, enjoying the moment, as my man devours me with his tongue.

The television is still on, but our attention isn’t at all on the anchor person broadcasting what we see every day—crime, murder and corruption. I moan and clutch the back of his head, scratching and digging into his cornrowed hair. “Oh, baby,” I cry out. Tyrone moves his hands up to my breasts, pinching and squeezing them. I can’t wait to feel him inside me. Ever since I’ve moved in, our nights have been nothing but sex. We just can’t get enough of each other. Naja continues to warn me that I’m making a big mistake, moving in with my sweetheart. She can’t be anything but wrong. I’m a woman now, and I know what’s right and what’s not right for my life. And right now, Tyrone is feeling so damn right.

“Oh, baby, turn off the television,” I say restlessly. “It’s starting to bother me.” He reaches around the bed for the remote, not once getting
distracted from eating me out. When he finally finds it beside me, he leans to one side, with his tongue still in me, and clicks off the television. The room becomes dark. The only light coming through our bedroom window is from streetlights and other buildings.

I moan and grunt as Tyrone continues to deeply penetrate me with his long, moist tongue. He moves it against my clit and sucks on my shit like there’s no tomorrow. “Aaaaaahhh, baby, don’t stop! You gonna make me cum!” I cry out, gripping the bed sheets and tightening my legs around his neck.

He sucks on my lips below, and then he moves his tongue down a bit and sticks it in my asshole. He puts his tongue so far up in me that I think it’s stuck. With his tongue still inside me, he sticks two fingers in my pussy, causing my eyes to flutter. I begin to tremble and dig my nails in his hair again.

“Tyrone, shit…I love you!” The position I’m in is almost unbearable. He rapidly and simultaneously fingers me and eats out my asshole. I pant loudly. He’s taking control of my body, and he’s doing wonders with it.

Then for twenty minutes straight, he eats my pussy—so good that I want to pass out. Shit, he even kisses and sucks the back of my knees, which is a sensation I’ve never felt before; it’s very ticklish and pleasing. He also hits my G-spot numerous times.

I’m so wet, and I just can’t take it anymore. As I’m about to tell him to fuck me, his cell phone rings, causing him to be distracted from the pussy. He jumps off the bed and retrieves his phone from the nightstand. “Yo!” he answers. I turn and rest on my side, watching him. I can really see spending the rest of my life with him.

“Yo, Shana, I gotta bounce for a minute,” Tyrone says clicking off
his cell.

“What? Go where?”

“That was my boy. Some shit went down earlier, and I gotta go take care of it,” he says throwing on his clothes, looking like he’s in a rush.

“I’m sayin’ though, why they can’t handle shit for once without you, Tyrone?”

“‘Cause this is business, Shana.”

“I thought
I
was your business a few minutes ago.” He gives me a sly, smug look. He walks up to me and says, “Don’t worry, boo. When I get back, I’m gonna dig all up in that pussy for twenty-four hours non-stop—just me and you. I promise.”

“Yeah, I know,” I softly reply. He kisses me on the forehead and throws on his beige leather jacket. He makes his exit, leaving me naked, horny and alone. My pussy is throbbing somethin’ serious, and it needs to be scratched. I hear the apartment door slam and become angry—angry with him and then myself. I should have fucked him earlier, and maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this.

I’m so wet down there that I’ve left stains on the sheets. I’m dripping with excitement. I need to be pleased. I throw a pillow between my legs, trying to turn my lust for some dick down a few notches. It isn’t working. Tyrone has left me in a sexual fuckin’ frenzy. It was getting so good before his fuckin’ phone went off. Fuck whoever called him. They took my dick away for the night, just when I needed it so badly.

I toss the pillow across the room. I move my right hand between my legs and start massaging myself gently. I bury two fingers into my opening and moan lightly. I continue on with this for several minutes, but it’s not working for me. I need something bigger. I curse myself for not having a
dildo. But I never needed toys; I always had access to dick. Frustrated, I get out of bed and go into the kitchen, thinking that a snack might make me feel better.

I walk into the kitchen and look in the fridge for a quick, small meal. I see something that could be very useful to me right now—a fuckin’ cucumber. I think about it. It’s big enough, and it’s definitely long enough.
Nah, I can’t
, I say to myself. But between my thighs is telling me something different. Without a second thought, I snatch the cucumber from out of the fridge and stroll back to the bedroom with it.

I sprawl out across the bed and do the unbelievable. I place the cucumber between my thighs and slowly begin to penetrate myself with it. I moan as I push it deeper and deeper inside me. It’s about nine inches long and the width is great. I continuously thrust it in, panting with each stroke. I’m thinking about Tyrone the entire time. I throw my head back against the pillow and cry out as I fuck the huge vegetable. It takes me about twenty minutes to cum with it, and I cum hard. I huff and gasp, letting the cucumber fall out of my hands while staring up at the ceiling. This was something totally new for me, and it was good, too.

Morning comes before I know it. I roll over to an empty space in the bed, a space where Tyrone is supposed to be lying, all snuggled up against me. But he hasn’t come home yet. He’s been gone since he left me horny and hanging out to dry last night.

I turn to the weather channel, and the forecast is snow. I cringe just thinking about it. I really hate the cold months. I love warm weather, because then I can sport cute outfits, like short skirts and halter-tops. Jakim used to hate what I came to school in sometimes. He’d always threaten to send me home to change, saying I was embarrassing him because all
of his friends were clocking me. He’d play himself out and scream on me like I was a four-year-old.
Niggah, you’re my boyfriend, not my daddy!
I’d tell him. Then we’d start arguing in front of everyone like two fools.

I cover myself with the sheets and blanket, exposing only my head. The room is cold, and being naked doesn’t help matters much. It’s twenty-five degrees outside, just a week after the New Year.

Tyrone and I celebrated the New Year lovely. He bought a few bottles of E&J and champagne and we stayed in, enjoying each other’s company. Ten minutes to midnight, we went out on the balcony of our apartment, peering over our Queens neighborhood from the twelfth floor with a glass of champagne in our hands. He held me tightly in his arms as the cold air gave us a chill, and we waited for midnight to come….

“Five, four, three, two, one…happy new year!” we shouted simultaneously with our glasses raised in the air, hearing horns honking from below and people shouting from the streets. Tyrone gave me a gentle and very passionate New Year’s kiss. “I love you, Shana,” he said.

“I love you, too, baby,” I reply.

Afterward, he carried me off to the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. Then we stripped naked and made love for the very first time this year.

They say that the person you bring in the New Year with is the person you’re gonna spend your entire life with. I pray that that’s so in my case, because Tyrone is definitely the kind of man I want to spend forever with.

In the afternoon, I go to get my hair done by my girl, Sandra, and of course, she has the latest gossip on everyone around the way. “Girl, let me tell you about so-and-so, and let me inform you on whatcha-ma-call-it.” She just runs her mouth as I sit there listening, laughing and running my mouth right along with her.

“Shana, let me tell you somethin’ about your friend, Sasha. Oh, sorry, girl; I meant to say your
ex-friend
, Sasha. You know she still fuck with that bouncer from the club, right?” I’m surprised. I thought she would have used him up and dumped him by now. “Well, they were arguing and fighting right out here on the corner the other day,” Sandra continues. “She slapped him and spit in his face. Then he yoked her up and threw her down on the ground.”

“Nah, you lying. Fo’ real?”

“I’m serious. Someone had to call the cops on them two before it got worse out there. I don’t even know why she’s messing with him. He ain’t cute.”

“You telling me, but that’s her man and her business.” And to think that bitch trashed our friendship over some ugly, black, trifling brotha. He had money, yes, but no class. It all got started because she volunteered to suck his dick that night we went to the club.

She continues to talk and do my hair for the next hour. “Girl, I heard you moved in with Tyrone. Damn, y’all together like that?”

“Yeah, girl.”

“Mmm, mmm, mmm…that’s a fine man,” she says, telling me something I’m already aware of.

“Word, Sandra, that niggah knows how to handle his business in
and out of the bedroom. Shit, last night he had my toes curling like pretzels. That niggah’s tongue felt so good.”

“Word, he be going downtown on you like that?”

“Yup, whenever he can, and I don’t even ask him for it. That niggah be like, ‘Lie down on your back and spread your legs,’ and I don’t complain or say shit about it. I just let him do his thang.”

“Damn, girl, you are so lucky. I have to practically beg my man to eat my pussy. But he ain’t got shit to say when I be suckin’ his dick.”

“Then stop suckin’ his dick,” I say.

“Yeah, but that niggah’s shit be tasting so good, and I love it when he gets hard in my mouth.”

“Nah, see, you’re a nasty bitch!” I say laughing.

“Shana, don’t front; you know you be suckin’ Tyrone off, too.”

“Yeah, but it goes both ways between us. I don’t keep doing him a favor and he’s not returning it. Nah, it’s fifty-fifty between us.”

“Do he got a big dick, too?” she asks frankly.

“See, bitch, now you’re asking too many personal questions.”

“I’m sayin’ though, I’m just curious. I know his fine ass gotta be packing somethin’ lovely below…so do he?”

“You see me smiling, right?”

“See, I’m hatin’ right now…but you go, girl.” She remains quiet for a few minutes and focuses on my hair. I gaze at myself through one of the many mirrors in the shop.

Whenever I walk into this place, bitches stare and start hatin’ on me, just because I don’t need a weave. They be scoping me from head to toe. They’re either impressed or envious of my style and looks. But I don’t give a fuck about them because it’s only about me. I got what I want in life—
a loving man, a little money, beauty, my own place and that good piece of dick that runs up in me almost every night.

“You’ll be done in another thirty minutes,” Sandra informs me as she presses my hair. “Have you heard from Jakim?”

“We’re over, Sandra,” I say letting out a huge sigh. I mean, I still love him and all, but I felt that it was time for me to move on.”

“Yeah, with Tyrone…Jakim ain’t beefing about that?”

“Yeah, he is, but I ain’t run into him yet—to talk it out. I feel bad for him, but that’s life…what you gonna do?”

“Girl, you got better dick in your life now. Forget about him and do you.” I smile in agreement.

By two-thirty I’m done, and I’m lookin’ even finer than when I walked into the place. I pay Sandra and tip her the usual twenty.

I take a taxi and return home around three. I’m hoping that my baby has gotten back, because I really want to give him some.

I walk into the apartment to find the place completely quiet. The first thing I do is turn up the heat; it’s fuckin’ brick outside…I hate winter with a passion. I come out of my coat and shoes and plop down on the couch, turning on the television. I have my hair and nails done, and a new outfit hanging in the closet, so this is definitely not the time for me to be sitting around this apartment. I want to go out with my baby tonight. I want to be in his arms. I want him to sport me around and have people say that we’re a very cute couple.