What's Really Hood! Page 2

  “I just can’t date no man with no felonies, girl, and I’m being honest with you,” Desiree said, even though she was slightly attracted to Tyrone aka Polo. But that was something she wouldn’t even confess to her best friend. Plus she was committed to Lamar and her stance was firm, she would not date a man who ran the streets.

  Jelena laughed. “Well, you just as well put that label over seventy-five percent of the brothers in the US.”

  “I think that percentage would be higher and it don’t matter.”

  “Why?” Jelena wanted to know.

  “Hellooo, I gots me a man. A legal man at that,” Desiree bragged.

  “Yeah, whateva. Look, what’s that author’s website you wanted me to check out?”

  “ www.VictorLMartin.com,” Desiree rattled off in excitement.

  “Okay, I got it. Well, let me go make my rounds, I’ll see ya tonight.”

  “See you the same,” Desiree said before pushing the END button on the speakerphone. Just as she glanced out the side window she saw an eye-catching metallic black BMW 760Li with black rims backing into a slot beside her pearl-white Nissan Maxima. A smile quickly formed on her beautiful face as a chill ran up and down her spine. She was so wide open over her older man that she was close to speaking on that L word. Love! She had met the thirty-seven-year-old Blair Underwood look-alike at Club Black Tie four months ago. His name was Lamar Seagal and to Desiree he was the perfect man for her. Shutting her laptop off she became excited about what she was about to do. She was in the office building alone with all the lawyers out attending a conference. Really it was something that Jelena had placed into her head… office sex!

  Her panties were slightly damp when Lamar entered her office with two dozen red roses. She was speechless as he walked toward her in a pair of brown leather pants by Gucci. His pullover was thick and also by Gucci, just like his loafers. When she started to thank him, he held his index finger to his lips, signaling for silence. After placing the roses on her desk, he moved his six-three frame behind her. Her hazel eyes glazed over as he moved his large hands down and over her soft breasts. He massaged them slowly through her clothes. She couldn’t wait for him to strip her of her clothing. When his hands pulled away she started to complain but again he silenced her. Catching her off guard he tied a black silk scarf over her eyes. This was something new to her and it turned her on. He then stood her up on shaky legs. Slowly he undressed her. First he removed her heels, her pants, her stockings, her jacket, her blouse, and then her bra. He then helped her slip her beautiful feet back into her heels. He stepped back to admire her precious body. Topless and standing in a pair of heels. He smiled at the wet spot that stained her peach panties. Desiree stood blinded near her desk as Lamar removed his clothes. He stripped buck naked down to his silk socks. Desiree moaned out his name when she felt his tongue circling her erect nipple while he slid a hand under her panties. She was slick and hot.

  “Lamar!” she shivered as she parted her legs. “Oooooooohhh, Lamar.” She gripped his shoulders as he slid his beefy middle finger into her moist pussy with her left titty filling his mouth. He was really working her pussy with his finger. She gave him all the access she could give by hiking her leg up his naked waist. The smell of her enticed pussy suddenly filled her office, mixed with the smell of the two dozen roses.

  When he slid her panties down her legs she tried to remove the blindfold but Lamar pushed her hands away. Instead, he guided her small hands to his engorged dick. She wrapped her hands around it, then moved her hands back and forth. When he laid his hands on her shoulders, she took the hint and went to her knees, licking him on the trip down.

  “Oooooooooohhhh, Desi!” he moaned as she slowly licked around the head of his dick. He looked down to see his pre-cum seeping into her mouth. She ran her tongue around his head while gripping his shaft with one hand and palming his ass with the other. Back and forth she began to slowly suck his dick as he palmed the back of her head.

  “Suck it, Desi,” he panted as she continued to slurp at his dick. “You do it so good, Desi.” His words of encouragement spurred her on as her nails dug into the flesh of his ass. It also felt as if her pussy were dripping in the squatting position she was in. Lamar made her head spin when he somehow managed to scoop her up and turn her body upside down. She squealed with excitement as Lamar started tonguing her pussy and ass. He was able to hold her light body with ease as she squirmed and twitched. When the two carefully went to the carpet, Desiree quickly took over and mounted him. Squatting in her heels, she lowered herself on his dick, moaning with pleasure. With her hands planted on his eight-pack stomach she rode him with pure passion. She couldn’t recall removing the blindfold but it was now off. Up and down she bounced on his dick, which filled her tight pussy properly. Spasms racked her body as he urged her on by talking nasty to her. She even gave in and slowly spun around to ride him with her back toward him. She later found her legs high up on his sweaty shoulders with his dick plunging in and out causing his balls to slap rhythmically against her ass. Sweat, lust and sex covered them both. His rhythm was set on cruise control, long-dicking her with his piston-like strokes. Desiree arched her back, digging her nails in his back, then felt her pussy explode around his endlessly plunging dick.

  “Lamar, yessss!” she yelled. She shuddered, rolling her hips to his dick as her body gave in. Her thighs were flattening her breasts and Lamar was pumping her steadily. When she felt him release inside her pussy it triggered another orgasm of her own. He slowly lowered his body on top of her after sliding her legs from his shoulders. He kissed her lightly on her sweaty forehead, then moved to her mouth for an open wet kiss.

  “I… needed that, Lamar,” she said. “I really needed that.”

  He merely smiled while caressing her naked body with his hands. “You coming to see me tonight?” He lowered his head to lick her right, then left, erect nipple. Desiree nodded yes while enticingly tightening her pussy around his semi-erect dick, which was still inside her. It made him twitch. She kept doing it until he became hard again. Without pulling out he flipped her over and took her doggy-style, ass up, face down, while gripping her small waist. His favorite position.

  * * *

  “Tink, Tink, Tink!” Trina panted while riding Tink. “I’ma cumming, baby!” Up and down, side to side, she moved her body over Tink’s.

  Tink was under her with his hands palming her small 34Cs as she reached her climax. Since they were struggling as it was to make ends meet, they were having safe sex. When she climaxed, she slid up off his hard dick, then moved up to his face for him to lick her out. Tink was more than happy to please his girl. Seeing that he was still hard, she spun around, rolled the rubber off, then pleased him via oral sex until he erupted inside her mouth. Later, after she took a quick shower, she came back into their bedroom to find Tink holding up his white hoodie, which Cameron had spilled some Kool-Aid on.

  “I told you to put that in some cold water so that stain won’t be so hard to remove,” she said, putting on some deodorant.

  Tink laid it on the bed, then stepped to the closet. Inside he saw the two new Sean John solid-color hoodies that Trina had bought at the Crabtree Valley Mall. One was blue and one was Syracuse orange. He knew he was gonna hit the block tonight so he went for the blue hoodie. He figured it was the closest he could get to black.

  “You’re not planning on hitting the block tonight, are you?” Trina asked as she snapped on her bra. As Tink removed the blue hoodie from the closet she took his white one and placed it in the bathroom sink, then plugged the sink to fill it with cold water. “You hear me talking to you, Tink?”

  “Yeah, I heard ya,” he replied, pulling the tag from the brand-new hoodie.

  “You know how I feel about you doing that, Tink. I really think you should follow Polo’s move and—”

  “I’m not a follower!” he stated, cutting her off.

  “Tink!” Trina explained. “You know I don’t mean it like that, baby. But Polo
made some good points and you know it.”

  Tink turned his back on Trina as he pulled the hoodie over his head. Trina sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. “I don’t want you out there in those streets no more, Tink,” she said softly.

  “WHUT THE FUCK!” He spun around. “You want a nigga workin’ at a fast-food joint flippin’ burgers or sumthin’? Dat shit is lame as fuck!”

  “No it ain’t!” Trina stated, coming to her feet. “What’s lame to me is coming to visit the man I love in prison for being hardheaded!”

  “Ain’t goin’ to no prison,” he said, throwing up his arms.

  “Oh, it’s legal to slang now?” she said sarcastically with a light roll of her neck. Tink blew hard through his nose while rubbing his face. When he dropped his hands he looked at Trina and saw her eyes were close to tears. He motioned her toward him but she shook her head from side to side.

  “C’mere, girl.”

  “No… I’m pissed at you right now,” she snapped.

  Tink gave in and walked the few steps toward her. “You really love me?”

  She rolled her eyes. “No, I just clean up after your funky behind like every day, plus I make sure the sex is on point. I take care of our son and I’ve been faithful to you since day one… do I need to add more? I can’t believe you asked such a stupid-ass question!” She tried to hold it back, but a small grin formed on her face. Tink did the same.

  “Look, baby, I’m sorry I bassed on you.” He placed his hands on her waist. “You forgive a nigga?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, then folded her arms under her breasts.

  “I’ma sell these last five grams, then I’m done.”

  “Don’t be telling me no lie, Tink.”

  “I’m dead-ass.”

  “For real?”

  “Yeah. I figure I can get a job since I don’t have any felonies… and you better not leave me for no baller,” he joked while rubbing her panty-covered ass. She giggled and punched him playfully in his chest.

  “What time will you be in?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “As soon as I’m done.”

  “And don’t re-up neither.”

  “Dat’s a promise. Afta tonight I’m doin’ it strictly legal.”

  “I’ll wait up for you. I just got A Hustler’s Wife by Nikki Turner so that’ll keep me up.” She glanced over his shoulder at the digital clock by the dresser. She knew it would be hours before nightfall and Tink wouldn’t leave until then. Being in such a happy mood, she lowered his ear to her lips and whispered provocatively. Since she was already in her panties and bra she stripped naked with ease. Trina was gonna have raw sex with the nigga she loved but he had to pull out before he came… she hoped he could.

  When nightfall fell drearily over Raleigh, North Carolina, Lil’ Rick was pulling his solid-colored black hoodie over his head. He watched from the cut as his mark led two chicks toward a room at the Red Roof Inn. The two chicks were both white girls, college students, Lil’ Rick figured, from their NCSU sweatshirts. He had watched the three from the second they pulled up in a black BMW 545i with black rims. Lil’ Rick shivered when a cool gust of wind blew in his face. He waited a good twenty minutes, then removed a black .38 from his pocket and moved toward the room.

  Datwon, the driver of the BMW, was breathing heavily as one of the white girls vigorously sucked his dick. Behind her was her friend, pumping away wildly with a black studded seven-and-a-half-inch strap-on dildo. The three had been using meth since they entered the room. The last time Datwon had tricked with meth he had stayed awake for four days straight! Even as the redheaded girl sucked him off, he had a glass pipe near the bed ready to smoke more meth. Around his nose were traces of meth that he had snorted off the two girls’ naked bodies. The girl sucking him licked his shaft up and down while massaging his balls while her friend continued to fuck her from the back. He closed his eyes when he felt himself close to cumming but his concentration was broken when someone started banging on the door. His eyes shot open as the two freaks froze. His heart hammered in his chest: if it was the D’s, then he was fucked. Not only from the meth in the room, but in the trunk of his BMW were two and a half keys of raw meth. Pushing the girl from his dick he rolled butt naked out of the bed. His hyperactive mood caused him to rush boldly toward the door.

  “W-who is it?!”

  “Me, nigga!” Lil’ Rick said. “Hurry up, po-po was checkin’ out your whip and—” He was cut off as Datwon unlocked the door and yanked him in. Lil’ Rick was his nigga so it was all good. But before he could ask Lil’ Rick about the police he was surprised with Lil’ Rick’s .38 pointed at his head. Datwon looked at Lil’ Rick, then laughed. The meth running through his blood made him feel unconquerable. Lil’ Rick smiled as he peeped the keys to the BMW over near the bed.

  “Here’s the joke, nigga.” Lil’ Rick lowered the .38 to Datwon’s stomach just as Datwon tried to rush him. The two claps from the .38 were muffled because the barrel was pressed into Datwon’s belly. As Datwon crumpled to the floor, Lil’ Rick moved quickly toward the car keys with the .38 pointed at the two white girls, who hadn’t made a sound. Lil’ Rick wasn’t planning on being caught for murdering Datwon, but if he were, it would be a black-on-black crime and drug-related. Hell, the max he would get… under seven years with a good lawyer. But if he killed the two white girls… he’d never see the streets again. Picking up the keys he also found the two girls’ college IDs. He quickly asked who had rented the room. They both pointed to Datwon.

  “I suggest y’all bounce and forget about all this ’cause I’m sure y’all mommy and daddy won’t be pleased to know y’all getting high and trickin’, and if you do talk to the police…” He held up their IDs as he backed toward the door. Once he made it outside he paused, then walked quickly toward the BMW. A few seconds later he pulled off with the lights off and got missing.

  An odd feeling came over Trina as Tink headed outside. The time was what made her feel funny about tonight. Six-forty-six p.m. She stood looking out the window as he walked away. His blue hoodie looked black. She watched him until he walked from her view. “Be careful, baby,” she said softly to ease her mind and heart. Leaving the window she went to watch some TV to bring some sounds into the silent apartment. A smile formed on her face at the clumsiness of Tink’s actions during their round of raw sex. By “mistake” he claimed he was unable to pull out… the three different times he had cum inside her.

  “So did you do the nasty with Lamar?” Jelena asked Desiree.

  Desiree glared over her shoulder by looking in the mirror above her dresser. “Like I’ma tell you my business,” Desiree replied.

  “I told you about the ménage that I did with Samuel and Ron, didn’t I?” Jelena said, folding her arms as she sat on the edge of Desiree’s bed.

  “Yeah, you did, Ms. Freak of the Week. But you also volunteered that bit of sexual info,” Desiree said.

  Jelena smacked her balm-covered lips as Desiree stepped back from the mirror to check out her outfit. Jelena had to give her girl some points on how she was rocking a pair of Seven jeans and a cashmere sweater. On her feet were a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti–designed ankle-high stiletto boots. Her silky hair was hooked up in a French roll that showed off her sexy neck.

  “Vera Wang or Euphoria?” Desiree asked, seeking Jelena’s choice of which scent she should wear.

  “Vera Wang,” Jelena said.

  “Euphoria it is,” Desiree replied and Jelena rolled her green eyes.

  “You gonna spend the night with Lamar?”

  “I might,” Desiree replied as she sprayed the scent on. “Why, what’s up?”

  “Just asking,” Jelena replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “Being nosy. You know me.”

  Desiree was about to put on her earrings when her $5,700 Vertu Ascent pink cell phone started to chime. It was the first gift that Lamar had given her… before they even had sex. When Jelena saw how Desiree started to blush and giggle, she
quietly got up and left Desiree’s bedroom to give her some privacy with her call.

  “How is the lady of my life doing?” Lamar’s voice melted Desiree in her boots.

  “Fine,” she replied, looking at herself in the mirror. She was proud of what she saw. Mainly she was concerned about how Lamar viewed her. At times she was a little self-conscious about her small frame. She was not stacked like Jelena, who could easily give the video goddess Buffie the Body a run in the “make a nigga drool” department. In time, she had learned to accept her small frame and love herself.

  “Are we still set for tonight?” Lamar asked her.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for nothing, Lamar.”

  “That’s what I need to hear. By the way, what time do you have?”

  Desiree turned up her wrist to glance at her gold DKNY watch. “Six minutes to seven.”

  “And I’ll see you at—”

  “Eight sharp,” she said, cutting him off with a smile. “Oh, and Lamar…”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “How about I spend the night?” she asked in a sexy tone.

  “That sounds deeply enticing. But I doubt you’ll get any rest.”

  “I’d be let down if I did,” she purred.

  “So it’s like that?”

  “Any way you want it, Lamar,” she confessed. “You know how I feel about you, baby.”

  “I would be a fool if I didn’t.”

  Desiree knew in her heart that Lamar was the perfect man for her and it showed all over her beautiful face. They talked a few more minutes before hanging up.

  Leaving her bedroom, she headed to see what Jelena was up to. As always, she was in her bedroom sitting in front of her Dell computer surfing the Web. In the background Jelena had Keyshia Cole’s “I Should Have Cheated” pumping from her CD player.

  “Damn!” Jelena exclaimed. “He’s engaged.”

  “Who?” Desiree asked, standing over her shoulder.