hit the alarm on her car, and sat on the step lower than where Matikah sat.
“Hey,” I responded lowly. I didn’t know how she felt about me leaving with TQ, so it was a bit awkward. I knew she wanted to scold me for being dumb, as she would say.
“You look tired,” Matikah frowned.
“Thanks for the compliment, bitch,” Goldie rolled her eyes and then took her purse from her arm. “So what happened last night, Kimberlyn?” She stretched her legs across the step before crossing them, and then leaned her back up against the rail.
“Nothing,” I shrugged.
“You went home with Tarenz Quinton and nothing happened? Yeah right, I can see your hips spreading from here.”
“Well your eyes are deceiving you, Goldie, because I didn’t sleep with him. Well I did, but I didn’t fuck him. All we did was kiss, talk, drink, and snack a bit.” I leaned back on my elbows and frowned since the sun was in my eyes.
“Shit, bitch, your dumb as fuck. I would’ve been bouncing on that dick all night, and hopefully with no rubber so I could trap his sexy ass,” she joked.
“You’re terrible,” Matikah giggled and I shook my head. For some reason I felt like TQ was mine now, and hearing her speak of him that way made me angry and jealous, even though I knew she was kidding.
“I need him to work a little bit more before I do all that.”
“Work? Who are you, Rihanna? TQ don’t work for no pussy and I don’t blame him. He’s got bitches yearning for him left and right, so if you think he’s gonna start changing shit up for you, Kimberlyn, you’re sadly mistaken. You should’ve taken that dick when it was in your face.”
“He’s taking her on a date tonight.” Matikah stared down into Goldie’s face.
“Yeah right,” she shook her head.
“He is; we’re going out tonight. I told him he needed to take me out and he’s doing so. So Goldie, I guess you’re wrong, TQ does work for pussy, ones he really wants.” I cocked my head and she playfully rolled her eyes.
“I told you I was coming for him if I didn’t get Britain,” she said, making Matikah and me chuckle.
“Didn’t you just give her a whole speech about fucking him?” Matikah frowned and pointed to me with her thumb. Shit, I was confused too.
“I don’t care if she fucks him, but going on dates, Kimberlyn? It’s like you’re trying to be serious with him or something, and that’s not cool for multiple reasons.”
“Which are?” I asked still looking out at the people walking by.
“One-time dick is okay, but not what you’re trying to do. And secondly, you’re a good girl, Kimberlyn. You want the husband, the kids, the white picket fence, and TQ only wants his dick sucked, some pussy, money, drank, and blunts. That doesn’t mix well.”
I began massaging the crook in my neck as her words flowed through my mind. She was right in a sense that I wanted a family and real relationship, whereas TQ wanted a freak of the week. Still, nothing inside me was saying not to go on this date. I wanted to go. This was one of those times that I would have to learn the hard way.
“I will let you know how it goes, G,” I responded and looked down into her eyes; she had some anger in them. She then looked away from me and shook her head.
“I care about you, Kimberlyn, and I don’t want to see you miserable like I was when Ethan and I broke up,” she explained. I understood where she was coming from, and I appreciated it, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted TQ and bad.
After chilling with Matikah and Goldie for a bit, I left to get my eyebrows and nails redone, before returning home to take a little nap. I wanted to be well rested for my date tonight; if it even happened.
Chapter Three: TQ
This shit was weird. I was excited about taking Kimberlyn out, and that shit had me feeling like a whole ‘nother nigga for real. I was not that nigga that took bitches out and shit, but for some reason I was all for it. It couldn’t be that I
“Hey,” I responded lowly. I didn’t know how she felt about me leaving with TQ, so it was a bit awkward. I knew she wanted to scold me for being dumb, as she would say.
“You look tired,” Matikah frowned.
“Thanks for the compliment, bitch,” Goldie rolled her eyes and then took her purse from her arm. “So what happened last night, Kimberlyn?” She stretched her legs across the step before crossing them, and then leaned her back up against the rail.
“Nothing,” I shrugged.
“You went home with Tarenz Quinton and nothing happened? Yeah right, I can see your hips spreading from here.”
“Well your eyes are deceiving you, Goldie, because I didn’t sleep with him. Well I did, but I didn’t fuck him. All we did was kiss, talk, drink, and snack a bit.” I leaned back on my elbows and frowned since the sun was in my eyes.
“Shit, bitch, your dumb as fuck. I would’ve been bouncing on that dick all night, and hopefully with no rubber so I could trap his sexy ass,” she joked.
“You’re terrible,” Matikah giggled and I shook my head. For some reason I felt like TQ was mine now, and hearing her speak of him that way made me angry and jealous, even though I knew she was kidding.
“I need him to work a little bit more before I do all that.”
“Work? Who are you, Rihanna? TQ don’t work for no pussy and I don’t blame him. He’s got bitches yearning for him left and right, so if you think he’s gonna start changing shit up for you, Kimberlyn, you’re sadly mistaken. You should’ve taken that dick when it was in your face.”
“He’s taking her on a date tonight.” Matikah stared down into Goldie’s face.
“Yeah right,” she shook her head.
“He is; we’re going out tonight. I told him he needed to take me out and he’s doing so. So Goldie, I guess you’re wrong, TQ does work for pussy, ones he really wants.” I cocked my head and she playfully rolled her eyes.
“I told you I was coming for him if I didn’t get Britain,” she said, making Matikah and me chuckle.
“Didn’t you just give her a whole speech about fucking him?” Matikah frowned and pointed to me with her thumb. Shit, I was confused too.
“I don’t care if she fucks him, but going on dates, Kimberlyn? It’s like you’re trying to be serious with him or something, and that’s not cool for multiple reasons.”
“Which are?” I asked still looking out at the people walking by.
“One-time dick is okay, but not what you’re trying to do. And secondly, you’re a good girl, Kimberlyn. You want the husband, the kids, the white picket fence, and TQ only wants his dick sucked, some pussy, money, drank, and blunts. That doesn’t mix well.”
I began massaging the crook in my neck as her words flowed through my mind. She was right in a sense that I wanted a family and real relationship, whereas TQ wanted a freak of the week. Still, nothing inside me was saying not to go on this date. I wanted to go. This was one of those times that I would have to learn the hard way.
“I will let you know how it goes, G,” I responded and looked down into her eyes; she had some anger in them. She then looked away from me and shook her head.
“I care about you, Kimberlyn, and I don’t want to see you miserable like I was when Ethan and I broke up,” she explained. I understood where she was coming from, and I appreciated it, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted TQ and bad.
After chilling with Matikah and Goldie for a bit, I left to get my eyebrows and nails redone, before returning home to take a little nap. I wanted to be well rested for my date tonight; if it even happened.
Chapter Three: TQ
This shit was weird. I was excited about taking Kimberlyn out, and that shit had me feeling like a whole ‘nother nigga for real. I was not that nigga that took bitches out and shit, but for some reason I was all for it. It couldn’t be that I
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