Page 43 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I smiled proudly. “Anything for you. I have something else for you, but I need you to relax first,” I told him.
His glare became curious. “Fuck you up to?”
I picked up the lighter and lit the candles around the living room. “Oh, I’m going to be on my worst behavior tonight.”
His brows raised in excitement. “Oh yeah?”
I paused as my eyes lowered slowly to him. “Fuck yeah.”
Once I was done, I picked up one of the blunts from the table and lit it. I took a few pulls before I walked toward him and gently placed it to his lips. “It’s Foe Day,” I whispered. “You sit, relax, and I will be back,” I said as I disappeared behind the wall to go upstairs.
“Aw shit! Freaky fucking tales. Harvey, I hope you got some rest, a nigga finna dig off in yo shit,” he said excitedly.
I loved Foe and his happiness meant a lot to me. I hope that what we were about to get into wouldn’t be something I regret later. I guess I was about to fuck around and find out.
FOE
I puffed on my blunt as my body began to relax. I thought about all the bullshit that transpired and how my mom really fucked my birthday. Then I began to think about all that Harvey had gone through to make my night special. I didn’t want to harp on the shit and decided to put it in the back of my mind until tomorrow.
The more I sucked in smoke and blew it out, the higher I became. Flex invaded my mind a little. Seeing her come out on that stage looking good as fuck with that shiesty on had a nigga on his toes. However, it wasn’t only that which turned me on, it was also Harvey. She’s the one who set up the play. The way she came onto that stage, stepping into her boss shit, I knew right then that I was never going to give her up.
Whatever she wanted, she could have. She never had to worry about another bitch because there was no comparison. If Harvey wanted to be greedy, she could. A nigga would give up his guns for her. Niggas knew my guns were my fucking life, but for her, it was no question.
I picked up the liquor bottle and took a few swigs. My eyes landed on the fine detail Harvey put in for tonight. The shit was making me feel soft, so I tried shaking it off. I’ve never hadanyone go out of their way like this for me before, and it seemed small, but for a hood nigga like me, it was big.
Harvey and I had never made love before. I wanted to try. We fucked all the time, but tonight I wanted to take my time. I needed to plant the seed in her that a nigga wasn’t going anywhere, and it didn’t matter how long it took, we were going to get back to what we were before my family set foot in Toussaint. The sound of Harvey’s voice tingled through my body. “Myles,” she cooed.
“You got a nigga feeling soft as a bitch,” I said as I was about to turn to look at her, but she stopped me.
“No,” she purred. “Stay like that. I want you to trust me tonight. Ok?” she asked.
“What you on?” I asked.
That’s when I felt a silk fabric slither around my eyes while her hot breath tickled my ear. “We’re on some freaky shit. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, Harvey, you know that,” I told her as I anxiously sat waiting for her to pull a nigga’s dick out and suck on it.
“Good.”
That’s when I heard some music come on. A pair of hands slid down my chest, but it felt different. This didn’t feel like Harvey. “The fuck?”
“Shh, baby, enjoy,” I heard Harvey say.
It was me hearing her but not feeling her. I went to snatch the mask from my eyes until she told meno. I cracked my neck from side to side as I tried calming my nerves. The feeling of a wet tongue tapped around my neck, causing my head to fall back. “Mm shit,” I groaned.
I knew that mouth anywhere. That was my baby. Her tongue slid up my neck to my mouth as she kissed me. Her lips gently wrapped around my tongue, and she sucked on it like a dick.That’s when I felt her straddle my lap. I inhale deeply. “Mm, vanilla, with a bit of citrus. I’m finna eat yo ass up.” I chuckled.
Her soft giggle filled the room. I blindly wrapped my arm around her waist.Skin, lace, ass out, thong.“Take this shit off!” I spat.
“No, come on, can you go with the flow for me, please?” I heard her whine.
I smacked my lips, “Man, a’ight.”
She climbed from my lap and grabbed my hand to stand me up. Harvey slowly rolled my shirt up until it was off. She pecked at my chest, giving me a thug kiss, when I damn near jumped out of my skin when I felt a tongue on my back. The sound of sweet giggles filled the room. I snatched the silk fabric from my eyes. I stood between Harvey and Flex like a ghetto sandwich.
Harvey, in her lace two-piece, her nipples perked, calling out to me. She knew I wanted to say something because she put her finger to her lips. “Happy Foe Day. Now let’s get to the fun shit.”
Flex came around, standing next to Harvey. It was the mix of the girl-next-door and the hood bitch in one room. My eyes landed on Harvey, “You sure about this?” I asked.
