Secrets of a Side Bitch (8 page)

Simone

Currently, Omari and I were in my bed. Jodeci was playing in
my dimly lit bedroom. Only two candles lit the room. KC was crooning about his heart belonging to me and I believed it. Dalvin was accompanying KC with his beautiful melodic adlibs. Omari’s moans could have matched theirs had his sexual songs not been smothered by my ass sitting on his face.

             
Gawd damn, this man knew how to fuck me; knew damn well how to fuck and suck me. I desperately fought the urge to cum in his mouth as I rode his face. Simultaneously, I tried to suck his erection. It was hard as a rock and looked so beautiful as it stared back at me. I couldn’t manage to complete the sixty-nine though. He was eating my pussy so good that I couldn’t think past my own pleasure. It felt like this man was licking the bitch I was in a previous life. I just wanted to crawl into a ball of passion and die a happy woman.

             
His taste buds tickled my insides as his tongue penetrated my pussy. I leaked heaps of my juices all over his chin as it played as a stimulating mechanism against my clitoris. Even the tip of his nose grazing and teasing the entrance of my ass made me quiver with delusional euphoria. He ate my pussy like he was craving to taste the insides of my body; as if it was posh and the most exquisite piece of pussy that he had ever had the pleasure of savoring.

He spread
my cheeks apart with his big, strong hands until I could literally feel the cool breeze from the air conditioning enter my body.

             
I think I came five times; came so much that I was embarrassed that I rode his face like it was his dick. But he wasn’t shame. He invited the ride.

             
I was struggling to catch my breath as the next orgasm came and went.

             
“Okay, baby. Okay…” His arms were wrapped around my waist. I was locked into place on his face, but I wanted free. I couldn’t take anymore!

             
His devilish giggles were muffled as I continued to wrestle free. Still licking and sucking, he finally let me go. I was so exhausted that I could only lay paralyzed from the waist down. My body still convulsed randomly.

             
Still giggling devilishly, Omari lay next to me and rolled me over so that my back was facing him.  He spooned with me. When he kissed my cheek, I could smell the aroma of my nectar all over his face.

             
“I love you.” I don’t know whether it was the passion, the Jodeci, the candles, or all of the above, but I let those three words slip.

When they came out, I was embarrassed for only two seconds before I realized that I meant i
t. Finally, I was with a man that wanted to be with me and
only me
. Finally, I was able to spoon with a man all night because he didn’t have a woman to run home to. I was so excited and wrapped up that my emotions were overflowing.

             
I was more than okay with that.

             
But when Omari told me, “I love you too, baby,” so effortlessly and naturally, I literally had to keep tears from falling. Such a pleasant and constant smile was on my face that no man had ever been willing to put there. Omari thought me valuable enough to give me that, and, yes, I did love him for that. I loved him so much that I was willing and ready to do anything to ensure that I never lost him.

Tammy

After two week
s of sleeping with Donte, my feelings had only grown, while his seemed to stay paralyzed in the friend zone.

He slept with me randomly; on drunk nights
and as he held me protectively through the night. There had even been a few shower sessions. Never once did he mention taking things any further. I really couldn’t blame him. After what I did to him, I knew that me and feelings were a surface of very thin ice that he didn’t trust crossing again.

I never once mentioned my feelings for him
either. Too scared of being rejected, I simply continued being best friends with the man that I adored with all of my heart while fucking his brains out occasionally.

That night would have
definitely been one of those occasions. Donte convinced me to come out with him and a few of his work buddies. We were at a neighborhood sports bar and about six rounds of shots in.

For once in the last few weeks, I was feeling good. Sure enough, it probably
was the shots of tequila, but I was letting my hair down when I hadn’t been able to do that in a long time.

In a pair of blue jean shorts th
at stopped right below my butt cheeks and a cropped top that showed a bit of midriff, I stood next to Donte doing a bad job of attempting to twerk in five inch heels to “Dance Like a Strippa
”
.

With red eyes that were
fueled with just as much alcohol as mine, Donte smiled seductively at me. To have him smile at me like that again made my heart flutter and my insides tingle.

“What you lookin’ at?” I teased him as I continued to dance. I thought I was dancing seductively, but I am sure that anyone sober around me
thought I was dancing like a drunk white girl.

“You and that ass,” Donte replied flirtatiously while lightly smacking my ass.

I giggled like a school girl. “Boy, stop. I’ll be back. I have to pee.”

“Want me to go with you?”

“No,” I insisted. “I’m cool.”

I bopped away from the bar to the beat of the ratchet anthem playing over the speakers. In these heels, I was more so gliding and trying to keep my ass from falling out of the bottom of my shorts.

Inside the restroom, I fixed my make up and hair, all with visions of sex with Donte later dancing in my head. The lustful thoughts were so consuming that I barely paid attention as someone entered the bathroom with me until the person was directly behind me. Before I knew it, me and Jimmy were eye to eye. He was standing behind me and staring back into my eyes like the villain of a horror movie.

Fear
surrounded me like a coffin. Anxiety took over my bodily functions. I began to shiver in terror. Urine streamed down my leg.

Jimmy
didn’t make a sound though. He simply stood behind me so closely that I could feel his hot breath against the nape of my neck. He stood over me, casting a shadow like the spirit of death glaring into my eyes.

It was hard to read his eyes. I saw anger. I saw distress.

I even saw love.

I didn’t know what to do. Fear paralyzed me. Only my thoughts moved rapidly in my mind. If I had screamed, no one would have heard me over T.I.’s voice that drowned out every other noise in the bar.

“Oh! Excuse me!”

Even when another female entered
the bathroom, Jimmy’s eyes stayed focused on mine.

“Am I in the right restroom?
!”
              This poor girl was so tipsy that she didn’t even see how scared to death I was.

Oddly, Jimmy simply turned around and walked out. I realized that he was taunting me. He was showing me that he could get as close to me as he wanted and there was nothing I could do about it.

Finally, my bodily functions returned. I broke down in tears and hit the floor. Finally able to breathe, I began gasping for air.

“Oh my God! Are you okay?”

The girl that entered the bathroom was hovering over me with her hand on my back. I could smell the liquor on her breath. She was so tipsy that her body weight on my back was heavy.

“Is there somebody that I can get for you? Weren’t you with that guy in the striped Polo?”

I could only nod as I continued to gasp and cry.

I was convinced that I was having a panic attack
.

“Okay. I’ll go get him for you.”

I was in a state of shock. I sat in my own urine realizing that Jimmy wasn’t going to stop until he killed me. There was nothing an order of protection could do about it either. Somehow, someway he was able to figure out my every move.

I was trapped until the police were able to outsmart him,
if
they ever were.

“Oh my God. What happened?!” When Donte barged into the bathroom, he saw me on the floor and immediately lifted me from the ground. He could feel that I was still shaking. He saw the urine and sympathy
poured over his face. “What happened, baby?”

“Jimmy,” was the only thing that I could say through my cries.

“He was here?!”

I
nodded through continuous weeping.

Donte lifted his shirt over his head. Though he was now shirtless, he put his shirt over my head to cover up the moisture all over my shorts.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

N
ine

Thursday, September 18, 2013

Omari

Though I had slipped and told Simone that I loved her, after three months of fucking with her, I ended up having a lot of love for
her. She still had no clue that I had a woman. A part of me wanted to just be honest, but it was too easy to have them both since Simone required nothing of me. She never asked for a commitment.  She went with the flow. She was so eager and willing to just make me happy. That’s why I fucked with her so heavy despite the history that I had with the woman I loved at the crib.

             
Simone just did it for me. I never had to ask. If I looked like I was hungry, she cooked. If I looked like I wanted my dick sucked, she was on her knees without me having to ask. If I glanced at a glass, she was up getting me a shot of Patron that she kept stocked at her crib because she knew that was my favorite drink.

             
“All right, baby. I’m gone.”

             
Aeysha barely made eye contact when she replied, “Okay, baby. See you later.” She was too busy in front of the mirror in the bathroom getting ready for work. She was so excited about the new gig at Pyson that she started two weeks ago. You couldn’t tell her shit. It was like that was all she needed to start back feeling like her old self again.

             
“What time you get off?”

             
I was leaning in the doorway with my UPS gear on. At that point, I was only still working there as a means to have secured drops for Ching. I had been stacking so much paper. Soon, I was going to be able to pay off mom’s crib and even have a down payment for my own.

             
I told Aeysha that I got off at ten, and after hooking up with Ching, I would be home. Really, I had to hook up with Simone. I couldn’t believe that I was actually juggling these two women, but I just couldn’t help myself. I loved and respected Aeysha for the old, but I was loving Simone for the new shit she was dropping on me so heavy. I hadn’t even been fucking with any of my other hoes.

             
Speaking of other hoes, Eboni was in the hallway leaving out at the same time I was. As a matter of fact, she purposely slowed down when she saw me coming down the stairs behind her.

             
“Hey you.” She tried to be all sexy and flirtatious when we both reached the security door. I reached around her to open the door for her. She instantly put that phat ass on me.

             
Even she had been texting me, along with my other hoes, wondering where I been and why I hadn’t fucked with her. Me and Eboni had been fucking off and on since I moved in. I only fucked her every now and then– maybe every two months on a drunk night coming into the house when she caught me slippin’.

             
But right after meeting Simone, she was put on the back burner along with the rest of ’em.

             
I asked her nonchalantly, “What’s going on?”

             
“You. You can’t call nobody?”

             
I had to admit that when she licked her lips, it took me back to the last time I smashed. If I wasn’t really interested in that pussy, my dick damn sure was. I couldn’t help it though. Though she wasn’t the prettiest chick, Eboni was thick as fuck. That day she was wearing some dukes that made her ass cheeks play peek-a-boo and a flimsy tee that showed off her nipples when the wind blew. Her ass and hips were so fat that it made her lil’ pudgy stomach look small. Underneath a fly kango was her usual long, straight weave. Her lip gloss was shining. Even her toes looked nice in her sandals that showed off a fresh French tip pedicure.

             
“My bad. I been busy.”

             
“Yea, I heard.”

Despite the fact that I knew Aeysha would be coming out the house soon, I didn’t mind
Eboni following me to my car. She was a good hoe. She never snitched, and she never gave no signs that anything was going on when Aeysha was around.

“Aeysha told me that you been in them streets fucking with Ching. I see you.” Then she gestured toward my car and looked over me, not
icing my ice.

             
“I been doin’ a little something.”

             
“That’s what’s up.” On cue, when she heard the front door opening, she got into character after quietly telling me, “Well, stop being such a stranger.
She
misses you.”
              I couldn’t even respond because Aeysha was coming out of the house just as I walked towards my car.

             
“Hey, Aeysha, beau! You on your way to
work
?!”

             
I could hear Aeysha giggling in response to Eboni as I got in the car. They met at the sidewalk and were so busy talking that they didn’t even notice me as I drove off.

             
“We have the uncle of Ron Johnson on the line, Governor Derrick Johnson. If you all haven’t heard by now, news broke this morning of the disappearance of Ron Johnson, who has been missing for a few weeks. Governor Johnson, are you there?”

             
When I heard radio personality, Asha Devine, mention the name Ron Johnson, I turned the radio up and froze.

             
“Yes, I’m here, Asha.”

             
“Now, you wanted to call in to tell Chicago about your nephew, Ron. Go ahead and tell Chicago how they can help.”

             
“My nephew Ron has been missing since July 31
st
. I just wanted to take this time to ask your listeners to please contact the police if they know anything about my nephew’s disappearance. After some police investigation over the last week, we believe that my nephew’s disappearance is the result of foul play. If anybody knows anything, please contact the authorities. Again, my nephew’s name is Ron Johnson. He is 6”, slim, dark skinned, with dread locs.  He was last seen in Humboldt Park on July 31
st
. Again, if anybody knows anything regarding this disappearance, please contact the authorities.”

             
“Okay, Governor. It’s unfortunate to have you on the show like this…”

             
The rest of the interview went blank. Immediately, I was on the throw away calling Ching.

             
“What up, Pretty Boy?”

             
“Please tell me Ron last name isn’t Johnson.”

             
“What the fuck is you talking about?”

             
“Indiana.” That’s all I needed to say for Ching to know what and who I was referring to.

             
“I don’t know. Why?”

             
“Governor on the radio looking for his nephew that went missing July 31
st
. His nephew’s name is Ron Johnson.”

             
“Let me call you back.”