Side Chic (5 page)

             
After I came for the second time he pulled out of me and asked me to stand up and turn around so that he could hit it from the back. When I could feel my legs again I stood and turned around and bent over the desk. He lifted one of my legs up on the desk and entered me from behind. This time it wasn’t a slow pace but instead he fucked me without mercy as he slapped my ass and made me yell out shit and beg for him to go harder and deeper.  He was enjoying how my pussy was feeling and I knew it because of all of the noises he was making. When he was ready to come he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass cheeks. We were both silent for a while before Tre broke the silence by saying.

             
“Damn girl you got some good ass pussy! Oh we are officially cuddy buddies because I have to get some more of this!” And that right there was the beginning of my Tre addiction because after that we got it in on the regular.

Tre

             
Monday evening came entirely too fast. I was headed out the door and on my way to work. I kissed Kisha and told my two little men that I would see them later and to be good for their mama. Then I was out the door. I jumped inside my cream colored 2010 Dodge Charger. No sooner than I was out of the driveway my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and saw Casper’s name flashing on it. I pressed the send button and answered.

             
“What’s good my nigga?” I answered.

             
“Ain’t shit. Just hollerin’ at you. You on your way to work ain’t you?” He asked.

             
“Yeah man.” My phone beeped alerting that I had another call. I took the phone from my ear and looked at t
he screen. I saw that it was Lala
. “Aye let me hit you back my nigga. I have another call.”

             
“Alright man do that.”

             
I clicked over. “Hello.”

             
There was a brief silence before she spoke. “Hey.”

             
“Oh so you finally decided to call me and let me know that you were okay?” I snapped. “What kind of bullshit are you on?”

             
“I’m not on any kind of bullshit! I just didn’t call because to be honest I didn’t know what to say.” She explained but it sounded like bullshit to me.

             
“How about calling and letting a nigga know that your ass is okay? That is some simple shit right there!”

             
“Tre, I didn’t call to argue with you.” She sounded sad. “I just called to let you know that I am fine. I know the way that I did everything wasn’t exactly cool but I did what I felt like needed to be done at the time. I never have caused you any problems in all of the time that the two of us have been dealing with each other and I didn’t want to start now. Can you understand that?”

             
Regardless of how upset that I was with her for not calling me sooner to let me know how she was doing. I couldn’t do anything but respect the fact that she had chosen to walk away from our situation rather than cause drama like most bitches would have.

             
“Yeah, I understand that but I just felt like the two of us were better than this. You could’ve at least told me what the deal was. You didn’t even give me the opportunity to properly say good-bye to you. I mean after dealing with somebody for two years you do develop some type of feelings for them. Even though I love my babymama, I do care about you too.”

             
“I feel what you are saying but I just felt like this way was easier for me. I hadn’t planned on telling you that I had caught feelings but when you called me the
other day
it all just came out.” She paused for a moment and the
n continued. “I couldn’t keep
living there in Boykins, Tre. I think me moving was
the best thing for us both.
”

             
She seemed to have everything figured out. “Well, I wish you the best.”

             
“Thank you.”

             
“No problem.” I didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. “Well, I am almost at work so I am going to get off
of
this phone.”

             
“Alright then, bye.”

             
We hung up and I turned up the radio. As if someone was playing a cruel ass trick on a nigga, Secret Lover’s was playing. I laughed out loud. “Ain’t this some shit?”
I turned off the radio and drove to work in silence, just me and my thoughts.
I couldn’t help but think about how sad Lala had sounded on the phone. Her mouth had been saying that she was fine but I could hear in her voice that she really wasn’t. There was nothing that I could do though to change what had already been done. She was gone now and even though I didn’t want her to go. I completely agree
d
that it was more than likely for the best. I wasn’t willing to lose my family for anybody.

             
I pulled into the parking lot of Service Master and parked my car. I got my backpack out of the back which contained the things that I carried with me daily, like my music food, drinks, etc. I got out and locked up my car and went inside to se
e where I would be working that day
.

             
“Hey Mr. Johnson.” I greeted my supervisor as I walked into his office. He was a short heavy Caucasian man. He looked to be in his late fifties.

             
“How’s it going Tre?” He asked scratching the bald spot in the top of his head.

             
“It’s going alright. I can’t complain. How about yourself?”

             
“I’m breathing so I guess I can’t complain either.” He laughed and coughed at the same time. “This cold is trying to get me down that’s the only complaint I have.”

             
“You’d better take something for that.” I wasn’t trying to stand around and small talk with him all day. “Where am I headed today?”

             
He looked down at the schedule on his desk. “I need you in Suffolk today. There are two buildings over there that I need you to take care of. Do you think that you think that you can handle that?”

             
“Yeah, I got it.” He handed me a piece of paper with the names of the buildings and the addresses. I took the paper, folded it and put it in my pocket. “Alright then, I guess I’d better be getting on out of here. I’ll talk to you later.” I turned to walk out.

             
“Lala sure is missing. I’ll tell you the truth. I miss seeing her come in here every day. She has such a great personality, always laughing and joking.”

             
“Yeah, she is missing but I guess she had to do what she had to do.”

             
“Yeah, I guess you’re right
. Did she say anything to you about why she was leaving? I’m not trying to be all up in her business or anything but was it financial reasons? I mean, I would’ve given her a raise or more hours if she’d just come to me and talked to me.”

             
“Nah, she didn’t say anything to me.” I lied. “All she told me is that she was leaving.”

             
“Hmmm…well I wish her the best. She seems like a nice young lady. She’s going to make some gentleman very happy one day.”

             
I didn’t even want to begin to think about Lala fucking with another nigga. “Alright then, I’m going on and get started on these buildings.”

             
“Alright then Tre, drive careful and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

             
That afternoon as I worked I thought about a lot of things. Mainly I thought about Lala. I couldn’t understand why I was allowing her leaving to bother me so much. I kept getting a feeling that there was more to it than she was telling me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but something just wasn’t right. For her to pack up just out of the blue and leave like that just wasn’t making any sense. It wasn’t like she had just discovered overnight that she had feelings for me. She had to have known for a while now that she was feeling this way. She was hiding something! She’d probably met some nigga and went running to Danville to lay up with him! Bitches
…
She could’ve just kept it real with me and told me what the deal was instead of feeding me some bullshit ass story about
leaving because she had developed feelings for me.

             
I’d become a little upset thinking about Lala. I decided to push all thoughts of her lying ass out of my mind. I turned up the volume on my ipod and grooved to DMX as I did my work. I didn’t finish the last building until a little after two.

As I drove back to Service Master to pick up my car, Lala invaded my thoughts again.
Damn this van brought back so many memories.
The first time that I’d tasted her
was in the back of this same van. I thought back to that night.

             
We had just finished cleaning our last office and were on our way back to the van. At this time we had been messing around for well over six months.

             
“I have a taste for some pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. Mmmm that would be so good.” She said as we walked to the back of the van to p
ut our cleaning supplies in
.

             
I opened up the back doors and she put in her things and then I put mine in. When she turned around I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I have a taste for some chocolate cream pie.” I said suggestively.

             
“Tre all you think about sex! Goodness boy get your mind out of the gutter for two seconds!” She laughed.

             
“You wasn’t saying that last night when I had you bent over touching your toes. You were saying, ‘Oh my goodness Tre fuck me harder. Oh baby I love this dick!” I imitated her.

             
“Shut up!” She said hitting me playfully on the arm. “Move so that we can go to Ihop and I can get me some pancakes.”

             
I still didn’t move. “Under one condition.”

             
“Tre, you are not getting any so move!” She said trying to get past me.

             
“I just wanna taste it. That is the only thing that you won’t let me do. Why?”

             
“I just don’t really care for oral sex. It doesn’t do anything for me.” She said screwing up her face.

             
“Hmmm, I tell you what. Give me one minute. If you don’t like it I promise I will stop and we will go to Ihop and I will buy you some strawberry pancakes. But…if you give me one minute and you like it, we can still go to Ihop but you have to buy me some pancakes and give me some head but I want my head first!”

             
“What? Boy get out of my way! I am not buying you jack and I am not giving you any head…well not tonight anyways.” She smiled at me. It was kind of chilly outside and her nose had turned red.

             
“You’re right, I can understand if you are scared.”

             
“Is that the best you can do at reverse psychology? If so you suck!” She giggled.

             
“I will suck something else if you stop acting all scared and let me.” I said palming both of her ass cheeks. I knew how to get her. I started nibbling on her ear.

             
“Uh-uhh hell no! Stop it!” She tried to push me away but I held on to her tighter while licking on her ear and her neck. I truly could not get enough of her. Her entire body was my playground and I loved every inch of it. Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed making love to Kisha but our lovemaking didn’t have shit on
how I felt when I was sexing Lala
. The pleasure that she gave me was indescribable.

             
“Come on baby just one minute.” I wasn’t giving
up
easily.

             
“Tre we are in a parking lot and in case you can’t feel it’s cold out here!” I don’t see how she could feel the cold with the way that she was bundled up. She had on gloves, a thick ass winter coat and a stocking cap!

             
“Shit, I know that’s why I am trying to heat you up! If you stop trying to play all hard! I promise I will have you thinking that it’s
summertime out this motherfucka
!” I was very confident in my head game and I knew that I would have her body temp at a 100 degrees or better. She knew it too but she just wanted to hear a nigga beg.

             
She laughed at me. “You are so damn cocky.” She said caressing the side of my face with her glove covered hand. “Damn you make me sick because you know that I can’t say no to your sexy ass. Come on…one minute that’s it.”