replaced it with a new one and slammed her on her stomach, fucking her doggy style as Summer Walker crooned, ‘Girls Need Love.’ As he neared his orgasm, he pressed into her back, grinding and bumping against her ass. He began to do push-ups while fucking her, ensuring he stayed inside her wetlands.
“Boy!” She giggled. “You’ve got skills!”
He started to show off, doing them with one hand as the sweat from his brow dripped upon her silky brown skin.
Moments later, they came together, quietly. Beautifully. Painfully connected.
An hour later, they sat in bed, eating greasy hot wings, coughing on incense smolder and ignoring the television show airing on the TV in his bedroom.
“You are a fool!” She cackled.
“Nah, I’m serious. I kid you fucking not.”
“Are you really sure it was the same man?!”
“Hell, yeah! Check it. This motherfucker was on the side of me in traffic, right?” She nodded, her big ass pretty eyes even larger than usual. “And I saw him eating. I was on the phone with Shane in my dad’s car, tryna figure out something, and I remarked to him that the guy was going to town on some fries. It was funny to me because he was eating them really fast, cramming them in his mouth like it was some sort of contest. I didn’t think anything else of it, right?” He licked his fingers and drank some of his apple juice.
“Don’t leave me hanging. What else happened?” She tore into a chicken wing, chomping with her mouth open.
“So, I got to the crib and this same jerkoff, Suri, got out the car a few seconds after me. I’m thinking, that was a strange coincidence that he was coming to the exact same place. So, he was parked across the street and came up to the front of my building with the bag of food. So, at this point, I was thinking he must be visiting someone there. Crumbs all over his damn mouth. Dude rings the bell. I continued on my way upstairs and my neighbor came down. I figured it was a friend of his. My neighbor was all like, ‘Hey.’ And the guy was like, ‘What’s up, yo, got ya food here, pipin’ hot.’ This joker handed him the bag of chow that he was just eating from.”
“Nooo!”
“Yeeeessss! He was his Uber Eats driver, Suri, and see, that’s why, unless I’m sick, and that’s rare, I don’t fuck with the Uber Eats app. anymore. If I want take-out and the restaurant doesn’t have their own delivery drivers, then the hell with it.” He shrugged. “I stood there and watched this mofo get a tip and everything. I didn’t say anything though because this same neighbor complained about my music being too loud, and tried to get some poor old man kicked out of our building for frivolous crap. So, fuck him and his sampled, half eaten, stranger’s-saliva-covered fries.”
Now Suri was slumped on his shoulder, smelling like hot sauce, hair grease, cocoa butter and beautiful sweet dreams, laughing her ass off. Who could resist that? Her mirth was contagious.
“King, I thought you were one of the good guys.” He shrugged. “You’re always talking about how messed up people are. Horrible, not worth a damn.” He yawned loudly. “You should’ve told him. Gave him a heads up.” She could barely say it with a straight face.
“I’m a good Samaritan when it’s needed. I don’t just offer a helping hand to anybody. I show discretion. Besides, I have no sympathy for petty ass people. He kept a lot of shit going on in our building, a lot of unnecessary drama, so that was a small taste of karma as far I was concerned. Served with only seventy-five percent of the original order.”
She laughed all the harder, then burped.
“Excuse me.” And she began to laugh all over again—a lazy, tired laugh, but one she couldn’t fight. They drew closer to one another. Smiled at one another. Then kissed. She pointed to the flatscreen mounted to his wall. “The news is on.” They watched together for a few moments. “Damn. Someone else got shot in Navy Hill tonight. So tired of this mess. I get these calls all the time, King. It’s constant.”
“Why do they have the dead rat blurred out on the screen?”
“What?”
“I’m serious. Look.”
“Oh, shit.” She laughed. “I see it.”
“That’s dumb. It’s not a dead body of a person. Shit, it’s not even Mickey Mouse, Rizzo, or Speedy Gonzales. It’s just a fuckin’ rat. A trash