Page 2 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I burst out laughing.
“Man, I don’t care what either one of you says, my drink is the shit.”
“What is it called?”
“Suamalie Pussy.”
I knew I had a dumbfounded look on my face. “Sweet Pussy.” He winked.
My body began to feel hot. His mother swung the towel at him. “Don’t start. And you,” she pointed at me. “Don’t let him mix his languages on you. It’s how the girls fall every time. I will be in the back. Please let me know if you need anything. Don’t drink up all my damn liquor, Fua,” she said as she headed to the back.
Monfua lined up six shot glasses and then filled them up. “You down?” he paused as he picked up a shot glass.
My lip disappeared between my teeth. He was trying to get me drunk. I could see the lust all in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what the night would lead to, but this thing I was calling a vacation wassoon to end. I wanted to have fun. My hand eased toward a shot glass as my eyes bored into his. I shrugged my shoulders, “Why not?”
Unable to count the number of drinks Monfua and I had, we laughed, danced, took pictures and even flirted with each other. The liquor began to settle in as my straight steps turned into crisscrosses and tiptoes. He had decided to call an Uber to take us home because he and I were both intoxicated, or at least I was. It had been a while since I’ve felt this happy around someone.
When it arrived, we both giggled and stumbled to the car, getting in. At first, things were silent, then I felt his hand on my leg as he rubbed it gently. The feeling that went through me made my pussy scream. It had been six months since I had slept with anyone. It's been a year since I’ve been out in the streets, and tonight, a bitch felt liberated. I felt like I deserved one night of pure fun, no matter what it was, with no regrets.
Monfua leaned in and began whispering in my ear. I would be lying if I said I knew what the hell he was saying. Instead, I smiled and giggled as if I understood all his words. His hand slid further up my thigh until the tip of his fingers reached my pussy. That alone made my head fall back on the seat. “Mm,” I moaned.
My eyes eased open slowly to his soft brown eyes, ones that made me so comfortable. He rested his hand behind my neck, lifting my head slightly. His mouth opened slowly as his lipsgrazed mine. My eyes began to close again when he kissed me. Lips soft, tongue gentle, and I melted.Goddamn!I thought.
“Are you two newlyweds?” I heard the driver say as we pulled away from each other.
My head shot up as I glanced at Monfua, then the driver, “Uh—”
“Yeah, nigga, why?”
I cut my eyes at him. “Uh, no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I—”
“Because if we were married, you would be scared of what your brother thought? Because you're scared to take risks?”
“No,” I mumbled.
Shit, I took a big risk. It’s how I ended up here, well, part of the reason. Monfua lifted my chin, turning it toward him, “Let’s do it.”
My eyes grew wide. “Do what?”
“Get married.”
My eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”
Monfua didn’t even blink. “But I am. Fuck Foe, if you're married, what can he say?”
A feeling settled in my stomach, then I thought about it. I knew I could take advantage of this moment. Not just to shut my brother up, but I had my reasons. A smile eased on my face as Monfua started to become blurry. I knew I needed to say something before the liquor fully settled in, and then I would be too drunk to even say I do.
I glanced down at my phone, “Shit, I could use somewhere to stay,” I mumbled.
Monfua rubbed my leg gently, “What did you say?”
My eyes eased toward him. “Nothing, let’s do it.”
Her cocoa skin was so soft. Her slim face was so fucking pretty, and her slick talking was everything I liked. It’s why I named her Sukalati. She was a chocolate princess. Lakia and I were a vibe. I knew the day I saw her coming into Chevy’s back yard, I was going to bag her. However, once I found out that Foe was her brother, I realized I might encounter an issue. The nigga pulled a gun on me, and I guess he thought I was supposed to be scared. Most figured that I was some mixed breed that didn’t know anything or had never experienced shit. They were all wrong.
