Mr. Wrong After All (4 page)

Chapter 7

Nikki

Never in my life had I been this nervous. My hands shook, my heart raced and my stomach was in a million knots. All week long, Sabrina had been laying out her plan to introduce me to Ahmad if he came to our house party this weekend.

“I’m so sick and tired of you asking me all these questions about Ahmad. If he comes to the house this Friday, I’ll introduce you and then you can ask him anything you want your damn self.”

I went through every outfit in my closet and nothing seemed appropriate. I wanted to make a good impression.

It really doesn’t matter what I wear because it has been months since he has been back to our house so the chance that he will be here tonight are pretty slim.

And even if he came, I doubt if that would really mean anything for me. There was no way a popular athlete would have anything in common with someone like me. Everybody knew Ahmad and I’m sure he was never short on female companionship. Men that fine never are.

The party was going well, as usual. The house was packed and people were dancing up a storm. The Deltas and the Zetas had houses on our street and were having parties on the same night, as well. The street was paved with Black people, a few wearing Howard University gear, wandering about and socializing.

Seeing the HU paraphernalia made me think about Shannon. We talked daily but it had been a few weeks since I’d seen her. I felt responsible for my little sister even though it was obvious she wasn’t a baby anymore. I still needed to make sure she was okay. Every time we spoke on the phone, she said she was on her way to
study
with some guy. I knew exactly what was really happening and I warned her that she would develop a reputation if she continued to hang out with a bunch of different men. She seemed unmoved by my concern and continued to do just what she wanted.

Maybe I should call
home and talk to my parents about it. What difference would that make? Mama won’t do anything and there is no need to anger my father and give him a reason to come up to DC and show his ass. I’ll talk to her again and see what happens. Who knows? Maybe Shannon will get the message and slow down on her own.

“Nikki, I need you to come with me,” Sabrina called, summoning me from deep thoughts about my sister.

“What’s up?”

“Look out on the lawn,” Sabrina said, as she pointed to a group of tall fellows walking toward the house.

“Is that…”

“Yep, it sure is.”

“Oh no, I need to go. Maybe this is not such a good idea, Sabrina,” I whispered, turning to walk away.

“No you don’t. You have worried the hell out of me and now you are going to stand right here and meet Mr. Free Throw for

yourself,” Sabrina insisted. She grabbed my forearm and held me firmly in place. I didn’t know what to say or do.

As the group of men approached us, the sound of my heart pounding became louder and louder in my ear.

“Sabrina!” one of them yelled out as he gave her a hug.

“Hey, Ty, what’s happening?”

Damn, does Sabrina know every Black person in DC?

“I can’t call it.”

“Hello, Ahmad,” Sabrina sang as she squeezed my arm tighter, almost cutting off all blood circulation.

“Hello, Sabrina,” he sang back.

“Ahmad, this is my soror and roommate Nicolette. Nicolette, meet Ahmad.”

“Nice to meet you, Nicolette.”

I saw Ahmad’s lip moving but I couldn’t hear any sound coming from his lusciously thick lips. I was instantly hypnotized by his dark eyes and the tight curls in his hair.

Can a man have natural curls that pretty or is it a Jheri curl?

His face was wrapped in smooth caramel with a set of dimples that were as deep as the Grand Canyon. His awesome biceps were clearly visible even though he was wearing a long-sleeved white button down shirt.

Sabrina’s full body nudge broke my trance. When I realized that I had been standing there, mute, I felt like a complete idiot.

“Oh, I like that song. Nicolette, dance with me,” Ahmad said, taking my hand and leading me onto the dance floor while his boys slapped him five behind his back. Ahmad was a really good dancer. He didn’t dance with excessive animation or overt sexuality unlike most of the guys that frequented our parties.

His moves were smooth and unassuming. I liked the fact that he didn’t try to talk over the music. He just stared into my eyes with an occasional glance at the slight movement of my hips.

When the deejay slowed the music down with Anita Baker, I signaled to Ahmad that I was done dancing by turning my back and walking away.

I don’t know you well enough to rub against you in a slow dance.

“It’s hot in here. Can we go outside for a minute to cool off and talk?” he asked.

Sabrina smiled and winked at me as Ahmad followed me out of the backdoor and onto the patio.

“So Nicolette, what year are you?”

“Call me Nikki. I’m a junior. And you?”

“Same.”

“Where do you live?”

“Here.”

“In the sorority house? I’ve partied here before. Why haven’t I seen you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t socialize a lot. I’m sort of a behind-the-scenes girl.”

“You look way too good to stay behind the scenes,” Ahmad said, smiling.

Ahmad Jacobs just paid me a compliment!

Before I knew it, I was wearing a smile as big as all outdoors.

“Thank you. I’ve seen you play basketball,” I admitted.

“Oh, so you’re a fan?”

“I’ve been to a few games. You’re pretty good.”

“Oh snap! Pretty good? Ladies and gentlemen, the lady says that I am a
pretty good
basketball player,” he joked. “No one has ever said that to me before.”

“Really?”

Oh no. I hope I haven’t offended him.

“Really. I usually hear that I am an awesome and great basketball player. But that’s okay. You saying that I’m pretty good is incentive for me to do better. It will definitely keep me on my toes.”

Ahmad was easier to talk to than I expected. I knew that most ballplayers seemed to have a superiority complex. They thought they were better than most and that only the most popular and most beautiful were worthy of their time and attention. However, something about Ahmad was different. He spoke with a calming confidence that I had not heard before. I could actually picture myself sitting and talking with him for hours.

Ahmad was attending Georgetown on an athletic scholarship. He was majoring in pre-law but he wasn’t sure whether he was actually going to law school after graduation.

“It depends on how this basketball thing works out. It’s great to have options,” he said.

Just as I was beginning to feel comfortable around Ahmad, one of his friends called out to let him know they were about to leave.

“My partners are ready to bounce. Unfortunately, I didn’t drive tonight so I got to go. Can I call you some time, Nikki?” he asked as he stood.

“Yes, you can call me. I’d like that.” I couldn’t believe those words rolled out of my mouth so easily. I’d never said anything like that before to a guy. I wrote my phone number down on the back of a Wal-Mart receipt Ahmad pulled from his pocket.

“Until then,” he said as he kissed the palm of my hand.

I watched him walk away and admired the shape of his tight ass.

Sabrina came running outside, screeching like an owl. “Oohh, girl, I saw him kiss your hand.”

“So?”

“Oh, now your nervous ass is standing here acting like Ahmad Jacobs kissing your hand is some shit that happens every day and that it is no big deal, huh?” Sabrina said, rolling her neck like a bonafide Black woman.

“Girl, please. He’s just a guy.”

“Okay. But you can stop trying to play smooth with me. I know that kiss has your panties soaking wet.”

“The things you say sometimes, Sabrina.”

“Miss Jackson, if you’re nasty.”

We both laughed because we both knew that her statements were true. There was something about Ahmad left me with a safe feeling. From our brief conversation, I could tell he was really a nice guy. But I couldn’t help remember that one of the first things Sabrina said about him was that he was a player. I just didn’t see that side of him.

Sabrina has to be wrong about that.

I crawled into bed that night with the conversation with Ahmad playing over in my head and let the memory of the sound of his voice lull me into a sweet sleep.

Chapter 8

Ahmad

“Man, who was that girl you were sitting outside with?” Ty asked. “She was fine as hell.”

“I just met her tonight. Her name is Nikki.”

I agreed with my boy Ty. Honey was fly. But fly in a way that was different from what I usually dealt with. She seemed to have it all together, brain wise, as well as a slamming body. Most girls were easy to read but her eyes were beautifully mysterious and I liked the fact that I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. My campus celebrity status didn’t easily impress her either. Again, I wasn’t used to that.

“Dude, you get those digits?” Ty asked.

“You know it.”

I pulled the receipt from my pocket and looked at the number. After getting a girl’s phone number, I usually waited a week or two before I called. Hell, most times they were a little too eager and would call me first. I didn’t think I would wait that long to call Nikki. She didn’t seem like the type to tolerate playing games. There was something about her that was calling my name. Not since Corrie had I felt this way about someone that I’d just met.

You can’t be falling for a chick you just met. That’s ridiculous.

You don’t know anything about Nikki.

After a quick run to Mickey D’s, my friends and I went back to my apartment to kick it for a minute. I was the only one with my own place and the fellas hung out there every chance they got. A couple of them even used the place to bring their honies to for a little private time. I didn’t mind as long as they didn’t fuck on my bed and they lit some incense after they left.

As I put my key in the door, I heard my phone ringing.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Ahmad. You know who this is?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Who?”

“Shannon.”

Shannon and I had become fuck buddies. She’d hook a brother up any time I wanted it, and however I wanted it. She wasn’t shy about shit. I could call her up a three o’clock in the morning and she’d be ready to go when I arrived to pick her ass up. I didn’t have to take her out or spend money on her. All she cared about was dick and I wasn’t about to argue with that. Besides, every man needs to keep a freak on standby in case of an emergency.

“What’s up, Shannon?” I asked, as I munched on a fry.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating and hanging out.”

“I know something you can eat all night long if you come and get me.”

I laughed because I knew there was no way in hell my lips would ever touch Shannon’s pussy. I knew that if she would fuck me at the drop of a dime, surely other men were benefiting from her generosity as well, and I did not want the taste of another man’s dick on my lips.

“I can’t come and get you right now. My boys and I are about to hook up the Nintendo
and hang out.”

“Come on, Ahmad, please,” Shannon begged. “Come pick me up. You know that I’ll make it worth your while.”
I need some ass.

“Let me finish my Big Mac and I’ll be there in a minute.”

I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to go and pick Shannon up for some quick pussy. Hell, it had been a week since my dick had seen any action and the thought of Shannon deep throating me was extremely motivating.

When I pulled up to her dorm, Shannon was sitting outside on a bench thumbing through the pages of her chemistry book. At first glance, she appeared pure and innocent. Her hair was pulled back with a bow in a Whitley Gilbert-esque style and she wasn’t dressed provocatively. She was wearing what most girls on college campuses wore- sweatshirt and jeans. But I knew the real Shannon. The Shannon that was as much of a freaky bitch as I had ever seen.

I wondered what her parents were like. She probably came from a home where her mother had a bunch of different men in and out of the house all the time and Shannon didn’t have a clue who her father was. He was most likely a drug-dealing pimp.

When we arrived back at my apartment, Ty and Frankie were loud talking and cussing each other out as they battled at Super Mario Bros
.
The two of them were so caught up in the game that they didn’t see us walk past.

“I’ve been thinking about you, Ahmad. It’s been a minute since you’ve called me,” Shannon said, as she removed her HU sweatshirt.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy, you know.”

“Too busy for me?”

I didn’t answer her question. I knew she really didn’t want to know the truth. There are so many freaks in and around here and I had my pick of any one of them.

“Come here,” Shannon demanded.

She sat booty butt-naked and spread eagle on my bed. She grabbed my belt and began to remove my jeans. My rock hard dick poked her in the forehead as she slid my pants down. The warm sensation of her mouth felt good as she sucked on my shit like a baby sucking on a nipple. I pushed the back of her head down, signaling that I wanted her to take it all in. Shannon was one of the few girls that didn’t gag when my dick hit the back of her throat.

“You gonna let me hit that pussy?” I asked, breathlessly.

“You know it,” Shannon answered, slowly taking her mouth away from the mic and lying back on the bed. She pulled the lips of her pussy back with one hand and stroked her swollen clit with the other.

I reached over, grabbed a horse from my nightstand, and slid it on before diving into Shannon’s slippery snatch.

“You know that I can’t enough of your dick, Ahmad,” Shannon moaned.

I showed her pussy no mercy, beating it like a drum. She always liked it rough and raw. I closed my eyes and saw Nikki’s face.

I wish I were making love to Nikki. Her naked body would feel so good close to mine. I would take my time with that sweet ass. Nikki. Sss…Nikki.

It wasn’t long before I exploded and filled the condom with my juice.

As usual, after I came, the party was over. I threw the rubber in the trash, got dressed, and left the room. Shannon was not the kind of girl that I wanted to cuddle with after I fucked her.

“So you just gonna leave me hanging, Ahmad? I didn’t cum.”

“So? I did. What you want me to do about it? I ain’t responsible for what you do.”

“You can lick my pussy for me or something. I need to get off.”

“Hell naw. I ain’t licking shit.”

“Well, you can at least play with my clit for a minute. Come on. Do something, please.”

“I ain’t doing none of that shit, Shannon. You can lay here and play with your damn self. I’m going out here with my boys. I’ll take you home later.”

“Oh, you can fuck me and let me suck your dick but I can’t get off?” Shannon screamed, as I opened the door and walked out of the room.

I can’t believe that bitch is clowning me.

She knew I didn’t give a damn about how she felt. I didn’t know why she was tripping.

“Send one of your goddamn homeboys in here then. Maybe one of them can finish the job you couldn’t. Punk motherfucker.”

“What the hell is going on, man?” Ty asked as I sat down on the floor beside him and popped open a Budweiser. “That bitch is in there mad ‘cause she didn’t cum.” The guys laughed.

“Man, you left her hanging?”

“Man, I don’t care about that shit, man. I ain’t responsible for her ass. I gets mine and I’m done.”

“That’s messed up, niggah,” Ty said.

“Please, Ty. Shut the fuck up. That’s a ho. Ain’t no pleasing a ho no matter what. They are programmed to be insatiable. You know that. The best a niggah can do is get his and then get gone.”

“Man, you probably hurt her feelings or some shit, Ahmad.”

“If you’re that concerned with it and you think you can do a better job than me, then by all means, man, go and help yourself to the sloppy seconds. She’s asking for it anyway.”

Ty took a long swig of his beer. “You serious, Ahmad?” he asked.

“Hell yeah, man. If she’ll have you, be my motherfuckin’ guest. But I warn you. Don’t go down on her and by all means, wrap your ship up tight.”

“Oh, it’s like that?”

“That it is.”

Ty took me up on my offer. He went into my bedroom and Shannon hooked him up. He had her ass squealing like a fat ass country pig.

“Damn, man. That girl is a freak,” Frankie said, as he looked in the direction of my bedroom.

“Yep. She sure is.”

Frankie couldn’t concentrate on the video game. He kept his eyes planted on the bedroom door.

“Frankie, what’s wrong with you? Play the fuckin’ game, man,” I chastised.

“I’m sorry, man. But you’ve got to admit that it is hard to stay focused when your partner is hitting it in the next room.”

I laughed but just then, I read something strange on Frankie’s face.

“Aww shit, Frank, you wanna get some of that, don’t you?” “Naw, man. I can’t do that,” he answered.

I knew he was lying. Frankie hated to be left out of anything. He got mad as hell if Ty and I took a shit without him. The three of us met during freshmen orientation and had since been as thick as thieves.

“Come on, Frankie. I know you want to fuck her. You ain’t got to be ashamed ‘bout it, player.”

“I don’t know, Ahmad. I’m not sure, well, I just don’t know.”

I’d seen Frankie unsure about shit before but this time he actually seemed afraid.

“You do know how to fuck, right?” I asked, laughing. As I thought about it for a minute, I never remember hearing Frankie talk shit about a girl. Ty and I always had a story to tell about fucking a freak. Frankie didn’t answer my question. He didn’t even look me in the eye.

Oh no. He can’t be a virgin.

“Right, Frankie? Frankie. Frankie, don’t tell me that you’re a goddamn virgin, niggah.”

“Yeah man, alright. I’m a virgin. You ain’t got to be all loud about it, fool,” Frankie defended.

“I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry. How a young, attractive niggah such as yourself get to be twenty-one goddamn years old and ain’t had no pussy?”

“It happens, man.”

“Yeah, to girls and white boys, man. I know that you’ve had girls around you that were more than willing to give up the drawers.”

“Yes, I had girls offering. I just didn’t do anything about it.”

“What? Are you religious or something or are you saving yourself for marriage?” I asked, really trying hard not to laugh at my boy.

“Naw, man.”

“Okay, niggah, I tell you what. Tonight is your lucky night. There is a freak in the next room willing and very able to set you free from the bondage of virginity.”

“Naw, man. I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“‘Cause it ain’t right. Anyway, how do you know that she’ll be down for something like that?”

“Is a pig’s pussy pork, man? Of course, she’s down for exactly that. She’ll fuck anything on three legs,” I explained. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll hook you up as soon as Ty comes out. Consider it an early gift. Happy Kwanzaa, motherfucka.”

Frankie tried hard not to look like a scared deer caught in headlights but it didn’t work. I knew he wasn’t going to punk out in front of his boys and risk months, maybe even years, of Ty and I teasing him. I went into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of Seagram’s gin. I poured Frankie a couple of shot glasses full.

“Here, drink this. Let the knotty head take effect. It is called liquid courage. Please, don’t forget to look in my nightstand and get a rubber.”

Shannon was more than happy to do me a solid and devirginize my friend.

“It ain’t no big thing to fuck three guys in one night,” she bragged. “The last one to fuck me has to take me home.”

I’d known some nasty hoes in my day but Shannon won the prize for the nastiest.

My boy Frankie was out of there in three minutes flat and Shannon followed him to his car as if she hadn’t fucked all three of us that night. The thing that amazed me was that she wasn’t embarrassed by what she’d done at all.