Page 41 of Anything Necessary for Her
“So why you dis a nigga earlier for that bitch ass nigga?”
“You asked a question, and I answered it. What was I supposed to do, hold a conversation?”
“Yeah.” I drank some more.
“About what? How you’re too pussy to man up and stave off your desires so you won’t dog me out unintentionally? No thanks. You said your piece, and we have nothing else to discuss.”
I laughed, wondering if she knew she was the only person to ever call me pussy and still be breathing.
“Damn.” I glanced off and out of the windows of the sunroom to take in the big ass backyard. “Can’t even be cool, huh?”
“Not at the moment, no. I like you, and in order to stop liking you, I need to cut you off.”
I nodded after polishing off my liquor, knowing she couldn’t see me nor see how tight my chest got at her words.
Grunting, I fell back against the couch and ran a hand down my face.
“Don’t cut me off. I don’t think I could take it.”
She was silent until a few of the girls’ laughter in the other room trickled into this one.
“You’re with women?” she questioned with an undertone of disdain.
“I’m over Free’s. Didn’t wanna be home, and this the only other place I can come through to at anytime.”
“You wanna come here?”
I felt my eyes light up, though I couldn’t see them, at her words.
“You sure? You just said you not fucking with me.”
“I said we couldn’t be friends, and I needed to cut you off. But if you don’t wanna come then?—”
“Nah, I’m on my way.” I rose to my feet, stumbling a bit before I shook that shit off.
“K.” She hung up.
I pulled myself together mentally and then popped some gum before slipping out the house. Free’s was like a hotel, whereI came and went whenever I wanted to without notification, so there was no need to let the nigga know I was riding out.
I listened to Kendrick Lamar the whole way to Banks, and only when it was too late did I realize that wasn’t the best idea. He already made a nigga think, but now that I had a little liquor in my system and was in my feelings over Banks, his words penetrated my thoughts even deeper.
I shambled up Banks’s walkway after climbing from my whip, ringing her doorbell and letting my head fall back to bask in the cool air of the semi-desert we lived in.
“You got here fast.” She held the door ajar to allow me in, and I could only shake my head at the tiny ass shorts she wore and the cloth material bra that did nothing to conceal her dark colored nipples.
“Why you ain’t got on a robe?” I frowned down at her as she chuckled, switching off.
Her ass wasn’t huge, but it was perfect and plump. I couldn’t say with confidence that I wouldn’t nut immediately if I got the chance to dig her out from the back.
“I’m chilling at home, and this is what I chill in,” she said as we entered her bedroom.
It was large with a walk-in closet and a bathroom off to the side that had the light on which illuminated her room since light was absent there. Everything was baby pink, beige, and tan. It smelled good as fuck like the rest of her house. Some woman singing about hours and hours sang softly in the background.
I admired the few paintings on the walls as she fell onto her large, elevated bed.
“This a relaxing ass bedroom,” I admitted, picking up a paper sitting on her vanity.
“Thanks.” She tossed her phone and sat up, long hair framing her pretty ass face. Her legs were slightly open, and I could see the obvious outline of her pussy, and that coupled with her hardnipples begging me to suck on them muthafuckas caused my dick to harden. “Are you shy or something?” She laughed. “Why are you just standing over there and with your hands in your pockets?”
