Side Chic (10 page)

He took a pull of the Newport that he was holding. “Ain’t shit. Just chillin, trying to get this money. Where you headed?”

“I’m bout to head up here to Casper’s crib for a minute
and see what them niggas talkin
about?”

“That’s what’s up. I might come through a little bit later on.” He nodded his head towards the store. “Tamika’s nasty ass just
went in
. That hoe ain’t shit! She was eyeing me like I owed her ass something.”

I laughed. I knew the look that he was talking about all too well because she always gave me the same look every time that I saw her. “Man, I don’t even see why Casper
is even fuckin
g with her.
He knows that she has fucked Cameron, Skeet and Rick! Her ass be doing everything that she can to get my attention whenever she sees me but I don’t pay her ass no mind. There’s just some shit that I won’t do and her ass is one of them!”

“I know that’s right.” He agreed. “I did hear that the hoe has some fiyah head though. I heard that she will suck the skin off of a dick for a lollipop!”

Just as I was about to respond, Tamika came out of the store. “Hey Tre.” She smiled as she sashayed past me
, giving me the same look that she always did
.
As she walke
d away I noticed the extra sway
in her hips. She was phat as hell, there was no denying that.
The black and white zebra print pants that she was wearing fit
her like a second layer of skin and t
he black top that she wore stopped just above her belly button. Her hair was laid to perfection, not a piece out of place. The stiletto boots that she wore clicked against the pavement as she walked towards Casper’s Impala.
She was way over dressed for somebody just making a run to the corner store. I’d break Kisha’s neck if I ever caught her in some shit like that!

“Now she knows damned well that it’s too cold out here for that lil ass shirt that she has on!” Tyson said shaking his head. “That shit ain’
t sexy at all!
That bitch just looks stupid!”

He had a point, it was way too cold for the shirt that Tamika was wearing but everybody knew what that was about…attention. She was one of those chicks who would go to any extent to get some attention regardless of what she had to do.
“Man, you are crazy!” I laughed. “Look, I’m going to holla at you later on when you come through.”

“Alright my man, be easy.”
He said still looking at Tamika as she backed out of the parking lot. He had a look of disgust on his face. I was beginning to wonder if something had gone down between the two of them. I thought about asking but then decided against it. Even if something had gone down it wasn’t any of my business.
We gave each other dap and then I went ahead inside the store. I knew that I was going to be drinking once I got to Casper’s so I decided to get me somethi
ng to eat. I ordered two hotdogs
all the way and got a bag of chips. Once my food was ready I paid for my stuff and left.
I smashed both hotdogs
on the way up the street.

When I got to Casper’s,
he and the rest of the fellas were
down in the basement playing Spades and getting fucked up. I sat down and joined right in.
By ten that night I was so fucked up that I passed out on the sofa down in the basement.

I was awakened by the feel of soft lips around my dick. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see shit because the room was dark. “Mmmm…Kisha…baby that shit feels good.” I moaned resting my head on the back of the sofa. I could still feel the effects of the alcohol that I had consumed earlier.
She didn’t respond instead she opened her mouth wider and went all the way down on my dick until her forehead was touching the bottom of my stomach. She relaxed her throat muscles and took my dick down her throat like a pro. My toes were curled so tightly that I heard them pop! I grabbed the back of her head and tried to shove my dick even further down her throat.
“Oh fuck, your mouth feels good! Damn…baby!” I held on to her hair as I fucked the back of her throat. That shit was feeling so good t
hat I pushed her head away
. I w
asn’t ready to come just yet. Sh
e
let my dick slip from her lips
. She used her spit as a lubricant as she stroked my throbbing erection. Her mouth was now on my balls licking and sucking. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into her but I loved it. She’d never given me head like this before. The slurping noises that she was making were about to drive me over the edge! “Baby…I’m about to cum…put it back in your mouth.” She did like I asked. She sucked on just the head while continuing to stroke me wi
th her hand. It didn’t take long
for me to release my load down her throat. “Ooooooh….shit!” I yelled as I came. She continued sucking until she had gotten every drop. I was so spent after busting that nut that I laid there and fell right back to sleep.

The next time that I woke up Casper was standing over me shaking me. “Wake yo drunk as up nigga!” Casper was a heavy dude so he was kind of heavy-handed. He slapped me on my arm. “Nigga wake up!” He laughed. “Shit ain’t nobody tell yo ass to try and hang with the big dawgs!”

I sat up and looked around, wiping my eyes and trying to fig
ure out where the hell I was at!
I looked around the basement and saw empty
red
cups, beer cans and bottles, empty pizza boxes, and the cards still on the table. Then I looked up at Casper. That’s when it hit me that I was still at Casper’s house and hadn’t gone home. “Fuck!” I mumbled immediately thinking about Kisha and how pissed off she was going to be.
Wait a minute.
I thought to myself.
I remember Kisha giving me some head last night. How in the fuck…

“Y’all can come on upstairs and eat.” Tamika announced walking down the steps into the basement. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks, a wife beater and a pair of fluffy white bedroom shoes. Her legs glistened like she’d just oil them down in Johnson & Johnson baby oil. This morning her long weave was swept up in a ponytail.
She flashed me a million dollar smile. “Tre, you don’t need to drink! Your tail was passed out before eleven o’clock!”

Casper burst into laughter nodding his head. “Baby, I was just saying the same thing this nigga can’t hang!”

I looked from Casper to Tamika as they both laughed at what he’d just said. I didn’t find shit funny. I was still thinking about the events that had taken place only a few hours ago. Being that my black ass hadn’t gone home and had been passed out on the sofa all night that could only mean one thing. It had been Tamika’s nasty
ass sucking my dick, not Kisha!
I shook my head unable to believe that nasty bitch would stoop so low as to take advantage of me while I was drunk and passed out! Not only that but right in my boy’s crib! This hoe was a real piece of work!

“Damn man, say something!” Casper joked. “You’re still drunk ain’t you?”

I looked on the sofa next to me and grabbed my hat and put it on. “Nah, I’m straight.” I ran my hand over my face. I was still having a hard time trying to digest what Tamika had done. I looked up at her nasty ass and she had the nerve to wink at me. I thought about calling her sorry as out but then I thought to myself that may be a bad idea. Casper already knew the type of chick she was and he’d still decided to wife her so who’s to say that if I told him what she’d done that he would believe me. Hell, he may even be ready to fight me over this bitch. I stood up and got my coat that had been draped over the back of one of the chairs. “I’m going to holla at you later man.” I told Casper as I slipped on my coat. I felt my pockets for my keys and didn’t feel them.

“What are you looking for?” Tamika asked.

“My keys.”
I took my phone out of my coat pocket to see how many messages Kisha had sent me because I knew that she’d sent several but my phone was dead. This wasn’t good at all!

“They probably fell out of your pocket down in the chair.” She walked over to the sofa and bent over, digging in the sofa for my keys. Her ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts. I looked at Casper as if to say, do you see this shit? He acted as if he didn’t see anything wrong. “Here they go.
” She turned around dangling my
keys.

I took my keys from her
not even bothering to say thanks. Honestly I wanted to smack this nasty bitch! I looked at Casper. “I’ll hit you up later homie
.”

“Aight man. You sure that you don’t want to stay and have some breakfast? Mika cooked sausage, eggs, and grits!” He offered.

“Nah, I’m
good. I know Kisha is already pissed.”
What I really wanted to say was,
“This nasty bitch just got finished deep-throating my sausage!”
But instead I kept my mouth closed.

“You know she is.” He agreed. “But it wasn’t like you could’ve driven home.”

“Yeah but she isn’t going to want to hear that shit
. Well, I’m out.” I gave him some dap and left.

Tre

I stuck my key in the lock and turned it slowly. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open and going inside. I wasn’t sure of what I should expect. I’d left home the day before just before five o’clock in the afternoon and now here it was noon the next day. The first thing that greeted me when I walk
ed
in the house was the smell of food cooking, next came the boys. They raced to me, jumping all over me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” They both yelled.

“What’s good fellas?” I asked scooping them both up in my arms. “Show your pops some love.” They both gave me a big hug. I put them back down.

Shaun was digging in my coat pocket. “Where were you? Did you bring us something back?”

I playfully smacked his hand. “Boy if you don’t get out of my pocket! I am going to chop your little hands off!”

“Daddy, grandma said that your black self act like you don’t know how to come by or call and check on your mama no more!”

I looked at him and laughed because that sounded just like something my mama would say. “Oh for real? Well thanks for telling me. I guess that means that I am going to have to give her a call then or maybe later on we can ride over there.”

They both jumped up and down. “Yay!”

“Hey daddy, guess what?” Shaun said getting excited.

“What?” I asked finally taking my coat off and to
ssing it on the sofa. I took a seat and the boys climbed up on my lap.
I looked around noticing how nice and clean everything was. That was a dead giveaway that Kisha was mad as hell. She always cleaned when she was pissed. I tried to push that out of my head for the time being and enjoy my boys.

“Papa got a pool table and he let us play!”

“He did?”

“Yup!” Quan added. “I already know how to play too. I beat Papa this many times.” He said holding up three fingers.

“Nah-uh, no you didn’t!” Shaun yelled at Quan.

“Yes I did…shut-up!”

“You shut up!” Shaun pushed Quan.

“Alright! Alright! Alright! Y’all both quit it!” I scolded them. “Y’all know better! Shaun, you keep your hands to yourself before I pop your butt!”

“But…he was telling a story! He didn’t beat Papa three times! He can’t even play!” Shaun was always determined to have the last word. He had a mouth like his mama but he got his temper from me.

“I did too!” Quan screamed his eyes starting to tear up.

“Shaun, what did I just say?” I asked giving him a look that told him that he was close to an ass whooping if he did be quiet.

“You said to quit.” He responded just above a whisper
dropping his head
.

“Alright then, that’s what I mean for you to do. Stop teasing your brother all of the time.
How would you like it if he teased you all of the time?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“Well I know. You wouldn’t like it so stop doing it to him. Understand?”

He nodded his head. “Yes.”

I turned my attention to Quan. “Quan what have I told you about crying every time that someone says something that you don’t like?”

“You said not to.” He was wiping his eyes.

“That’s right! There are going to be a lot of people in life that are going to do and say things that you don’t like but you can’t go through life crying about it. You’ve got to toughen up.”

Kisha came into the living room carrying a bottle of spray Lysol in one hand and a rag in the other. She had on a pair of ye
llow cleaning gloves,
grey sweats, an old faded t-shirt, a pair of pink bedroom shoes and a scarf tied around her hair. “Oh you finally decided to bring your ass home?”

I knew it was about to be on. “Boys, y’all go in your room and play while I talk to your mama.”

“Yeah, y’all go in your room while I listen to what lies your sorry ass daddy have all lined up to tell me about where his black ass was all night!” She said with her neck and eyes rolling at the same time. If looks could kill I wou
ld’ve been one dead motherfucka
!