Booty Call *69 (27 page)

Latish comes to the door in a white robe. She’s not mad at me. She accepts me with open arms. I step into her apartment and waste no time. I take her in my arms and we begin to kiss passionately. We hurry downstairs, hungry for each other. Latish tears at my clothes, and I relieve her of her robe. She’s completely naked now. “I miss you, Jakim,” she says as she pulls away at my belt.

“You want this dick?”

“Hell, yeah,” she answers.

“I got a surprise for you,” I say. “You gonna like it, too.”

“Fo’ real? That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

We make our way to her bedroom. I kick open her door and push her down onto the bed. She looks up at me with a lustful smile, massaging her pussy as I get undressed. I eagerly get on top of Latish and thrust my dick into her. She screams out, gripping my back and straddling her smooth legs around my waist. I fuck her vigorously. I’m on a mission. Latish nibbles at my ear and scratches my back, enjoying every minute of the sex. “Fuck me, niggah! Take the pussy!” she screams out.

I pant and huff, and then I say to her, “I want you to have my baby.”

“Yes, Jakim, I wanna give you a son. Do dat shit, niggah. Oh shit, I love you.”

I knew she’d be with it. And I know that getting her pregnant will really upset Shana. Shana and Latish are friends, but there’s always tension between them. And once Shana finds out that I’m about to become a father with a baby on the way by Latish, it’s going to fuck her head up. And I want it like that.

I continue to fuck Latish like tomorrow will never come as sweat pours from my brow. I grip her legs firmly and dig deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy is wetter than ever. I guess the thought of me trying to get her pregnant has really excited her.

Latish pulls me close to her and whispers in my ear. “Yes, I wanna have your baby, Jakim. Cum in me, niggah.”

I’m used to pulling out when I cum, or wearing a condom. But tonight I’m wilding out. I feel a sudden rush below. I know it’s coming. I thrust harder.

“I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’,” I chant. Latish gyrates her hips against me and holds me tight. Her sheets are saturated with sweat from both of our bodies. She kisses me on the neck and then nibbles on my ear. I feel myself about to explode. I grip her bed sheets, grunting and panting as I continue to thrust myself into her.

Fuck me! Fuck me!” She grips my ass and pushes me even harder into her.

“I’m cummin’!” I shout, and a minute later I explode inside her, clutching the bed sheets and quivering between her legs. I remain on top of her for a minute or so and then roll over on my back, panting and looking up at the ceiling.

Latish nestles against me. I hold her in my arms like she’s my girl, which is new for me. She savors the moment. We talk for a while, and I tell her about my fight with Tyrone. I apologize to her for slapping her when she first told me the news about him and Shana.

About a half hour later, she straddles me again, riding me like a jockey. I come in her a second time. We rest up, order some pizza, and two hours later we’re fuckin’ again.

The next morning I wake up to Latish sucking my dick. This is my first time ever staying the night at her place, and I don’t regret it.

“Good morning, baby,” she says laughing. “You like the way I woke you up?” I’m speechless. I nod and lay my head back against the pillow, allowing her to continue. She sucks on me for about fifteen more minutes, and then she straddles me again and fucks the shit out of me. I came in this bitch like four times in less than twelve hours.

I leave her place around noon. What we just did hits me a few hours later.
What the fuck were you thinking, trying to get that bitch pregnant?
I say to myself over and over again. Latish is a ho. She’s cute, but to make her the mother of my child—oh my God! I try not to panic. Just because I wilded out doesn’t mean she’s pregnant. I thought with my dick and I was upset. I was definitely in a vulnerable state of mind.

I try to forget about my actions with Latish and the shit I went through with Shana and Tyrone by going to a bar on Supthin Boulevard.

The place is empty. I sit at the counter with a Corona in my hand and look up at the mounted TV over the bar. I want to get shit-faced drunk and forget about my problems and my life.

I take pleasure in this solitude. No one knows me in the bar. The bartender is a heavyset black man with a thick, black beard and menacing features. He’s quiet; all he does is watch the game. I don’t complain.

I order a second beer and continue to think about my day. I lay my head down on the counter and try to keep myself from crying. Even though the place is empty, I’m still afraid to shed tears over a woman in public.

I continue resting my head on the counter top until I hear a female voice say, “It looks like you’ve had a hard day.”

I look up, and I’m surprised to see Naja standing behind the bar.
“What you doin’ here?” I ask.

“I work here,” she replies. “What are
you
doin’ here, moping and looking like you lost your best friend?”

I sigh. She pauses for a moment and then answers for me. “Let me guess—Shana.”

“Fuck dat bitch!”

“So you know about Tyrone.”

“You see my face? We had a fight yesterday at his apartment. And she gonna side wit’ that muthafucka! You believe dat, Naja? I poured my heart out to that woman, and she turned around and fucked my best friend behind my back. And then the bitch had the audacity to move in wit’ da niggah. You believe dat shit?” I feel myself getting emotional again. I take a quick breath and continue. “Naja, you believe I went over there yesterday to propose to her? I had the ring and everything. I got down on one knee and asked her to be my wife. She told me no. She told me she loves Tyrone.”

“Well, I think you’re better off without her, Jakim. You’re a good brotha. And Shana is not the woman for you,” she says wiping off the counter top.

“How long you knew about this, Naja?” I ask.

“Listen, I warned Shana about it. But that girl don’t listen to me. Shana is gonna be Shana, and you know it, Jakim. I told her on numerous occasions that she needed to leave Tyrone alone or tell you about it. But she didn’t listen to me.”

“How long has it been going on?”

“About three months,” Naja says. I have no words. “Listen, Jakim, you’re a fine brotha. And any woman would love to have you in her life. You have potential. You have your music. You’re caring. And we all know you’re
not perfect, and you’ve made your mistakes. I feel that you do deserve a second chance, though. But sometimes, life doesn’t happen that way. Now, Tyrone, he’s a loser. You and I both know how he treats women, but Shana thinks he’s the man for her. Let her find out the hard way. She fucked up with you. Now what you need to do is pull yourself together and stop trippin’ out over her. I know plenty of women that would love to get with you. Now that you’re single, the sistas are probably ready to eat you up.”

“You think?” I say laughing.

“Please, you know you’re fine.
I
even had a little crush on you at one time,” she admits.

“Fo’ real?”

“Don’t get gassed, boy. That was a while ago, when we were in high school.”

“I know. We’re cool, though,” I say. I look away from her for a moment and take a deep breath. “I miss her, Naja. I love that woman, and she fucked me over.”

“Jakim, let me give you a little hint about women: ignore them sometimes.”

“Why you say that?”

“Because we hate to be ignored. And when y’all men do that, it intrigues us. We wanna know why. We want the attention. But at the same time, give her enough attention where she wants more. If a man keeps me intrigued and guessing, I gotta know more about him and what’s going on in his life. But don’t ever try to figure us out, because you never will.”

“You think?”

“We’re more complicated than y’all think,” she says giving me a sly smile. “You need to free your mind of Shana, Jakim. What’s done is done;
there ain’t no use crying over spilt milk. Forget about her and move on. You never know, she might come back to you. And if that happens, you need to be wise about it and ask yourself: am I willing to accept her back and is it worth it, knowing the shit she put me through.”

“I know.”

“You’re a strong man, Jakim. I know it hurts now, but you’ll get over it. It could be worse; you could have married the bitch,” she jokes. I laugh. “You want me to get you another beer?”

“Yeah, another Corona.”

Naja goes to get my beer, and suddenly my smile turns into a troubled frown.

“What’s wrong now, Jakim?” she asks popping open my beer.

“Naja, I fucked up,” I admit.

“What happened?”

“I was wit’ your girl, Latish, last night.”

“Latish?”

“Yeah, I really fucked up. We’ve been doing our thang for a while now. I was only with her for the sex and to get my mind off of Shana. But last night I was so devastated after seeing her and Tyrone at his apartment that I went over to Latish’s and fucked her with the intention of getting her pregnant, to make Shana jealous.”

“Niggah, is you serious?” she asks staring at me. “Damn, do every niggah think only with his dick? Out of everyone you could have been with—Latish? We’re cool and all, but I feel sorry for any man that has Latish for a baby mama.”

“I know,” I utter, burying my forehead in the palm of my hand.

“Well, what’s done is done. You just better pray that she’s not
pregnant, because if she is, you just made the situation worse on yourself.”

“Please, don’t remind me.”

“That beer is on the house, Jakim. You need it,” she says.

“I need a miracle.”

“You need
something
.” Naja is definitely a true friend.

We go on talking. The bar is mostly empty, beside the few stragglers who come in from the cold for a quick drink and leave. We reminisce on old times, and she even has a few drinks and watches the game with me.

“I swear, Naja, you think you know people, and they end up stabbing you in the back,” I say.

“Tell me about it.”

“I mean, Tyrone and I grew up together. We’ve been friends since the seventh grade. I know everything about this niggah, and—” I suddenly stop. I’ve just come up with a brainstorm on how to get revenge on Tyrone for taking Shana from me… I know everything about him.

“What is it, Jakim?” Naja asks.

“Yo, I’ll be right back. I gotta make a phone call.” I walk outside and take out my cell phone. I call information to get the number for the 113
^th
precinct. I know it would be snitching, but he’s not a friend and I feel he deserves to get his. He took Shana away from me, and now I’m gonna take him away from Shana—an eye for an eye.

I get the precinct and ask for the narcotics division. “Narcotics, Detective Kennedy speaking,” I hear a male voice finally say.

“Yes, I’m calling about drugs,” I say.

“Yes?”

“Well, I have some information about a well known drug dealer in Queens. His name is Tyrone Sorbs.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I know a lot about his operation and how he conceals and transports drugs back and forth from state to state. I can give you the names of the women he uses for drug mules and certain locations where he stashes kilos of cocaine.”

“And how do you know all this?” the detective asks.

“I used to work for him, and he used to be a very good friend of mine,” I state. And with that, I tell everything else I know about Tyrone. For fifteen minutes more, I run my mouth to the detective.

I hang up and try to feel good about myself, but overall I feel dirty.

It was certainly a fucked up thing to do.

I head back inside the bar. Naja looks at me and asks, “Jakim, what did you do? Why did you run outside so quickly?”

“I had to make a phone call—nothing important.” She looks at me with uncertainty. “I’m serious. I called a girl,” I lie.

“Uh huh, whatever—and I’m Beyonce,” she says. “Jakim, don’t be so bent up on revenge because your feelings are hurt. All it’s going to do is drive you crazy and make you sick. My mother once told me, if you love something, let it go. If it’s meant to be, then it will come back to you. You got a lot to look forward to in life, Jakim. I don’t want to see you caught up in nothing—especially drama over a woman.”

“I feel what you sayin’, Naja.”

“Just let it be, and I guarantee that at the end of the day, you’ll feel better about yourself,” she assures me.

I admit, she
has
made a few good points. But I know it’s too late, because I’ve already blabbed my mouth off to the police. But it’s a good thing that I didn’t give them my name or identification.

I’m going to take Naja’s advice and move on and let it be. From this point on, Shana, Latish and Tyrone are erased from my mind. They can all have each other. “Naja, I’m out,” I say.

“Come here,” she tells me.

“What up?” She grabs me by my jacket and pulls me over the counter top toward her. She places a warm and friendly kiss on my lips. “You be careful out there. I don’t want to see you in no shit. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“We need to go out one night and have a few drinks.”

“You know I’m all for it.”

“It’s a date then.”

“Bet.”

I say goodbye to Naja and walk out of the bar a better and happier man than when I first arrived. Naja cheered me up, and it’s so good to have a friend like her.

Pregnant! I can’t be pregnant. I’ve tested myself twice already with a home pregnancy kit, and both times the results were the same—positive. For the past few days I’ve been nauseous, my breasts are heavier and I’m constantly using the bathroom.

My mother is the one who’s supposed to be pregnant...this shit can’t be happening to me. I can’t deal with having kids. But then again, when I think about Tyrone and me having a family…. I know it’s his child. He’s the only one who’s been running up in me for the past few weeks now.