It’s an unusually happy day in Inglewood. That only means there will be drama later tonight.
As I work on a paper on my new MacBook, I occasionally look outside my window. The L.A. sky is nice and bright. It may be winter in many other parts of the country, but in L.A., it already feels like spring.
Hip-hop music blasts with each passing car. The ice cream truck makes its way around the neighborhood and a small group of children chase after it. Neighbors talk to each other via yelling. There’s no anger, but all love.
The last month has been such a whirlwind. Savior and I spent Christmas and New Year’s together. A few days after the New Year, Savior went on vacation with his father and brothers. I wish I was able to go but I knew it was a family tradition and no girls allowed. It wasn’t too bad. Every night, Savior and I made it a point to have FaceTime sex.
I’ve had phone sex before but it was nothing to write home about. It was during high school and there was nothing sexy or romantic about it. I can definitely say with all confidence I was drier than the Arizona desert.
But FaceTime sex with Savior is a completely different experience. He wanted to see everything as it happened from the time I tweaked my nipples to when I inserted a finger inside of me. He talked dirty, becoming more explicit with each stroke and making me climax in record speed.
“You look so damn beautiful when you come,” he licked his lips as he stroked his cock. “So damn beautiful.”
Savior’s eyes were heated and his lips were flushed. I licked my lips with hot anticipation as I watched Savior stroke his cock faster and faster. The explosion of come that spurted out of him as his eyes rolled back was so hot, I was ready to go again even though I’d just climaxed.
That’s when I knew I was dealing with a different beast. Savior was like no other.
It’d been almost two weeks since I’d seen Savior in person. He’s scheduled to come back tonight and I hope he’s ready for everything I’m going to throw at him because I’m horny AF.
It’s more than just not physically seeing him. There’s an emptiness in my bed at night that was never there prior to Savior. I miss the smell of his hair, the feel of his body, and the strength of him.
It was supposed to be a fling, an arrangement, a one-time last hurrah before I went off to college or somewhere far from L.A. Now all I wanted was to spend as much time with Savior as I could.
It wasn’t that I was losing myself within him or our relationship. I respected his space and he respected mine. If I couldn’t see him, I silently pouted but it was never an issue. Normally, my vibrator took care of my needs but I found myself waiting for Savior. I wanted him to take the edge off as he broke me off.
I take a break and stretch before I make my way outside. Sitting on the porch with a bottle of lemonade, I watch life unfold and think about everything. I have the love of my life, I’m about to graduate from community college in a few months, and hopefully, I’ll be accepted at USC.
The goal was to get the hell out of L.A. and as far away from it as possible. I even started researching HBCUs and applying to them. The thought of being in a different state and time zone away from Savior was too much for me to bear.
I love that man. I’m in love with him.
“Hi Keisha!” Three-year-old Cedric waves to me. He has his hair in cornrows and is wearing the brightest Paw Patrol sneakers. He’s also a sneakerhead just like me. He has a pretty impressive collection of Spiderman, Lightning McQueen, and Thomas the Train shoes.
“Hey Lil’ Cedric,” I wave towards him. I look up and see his father, Big Cedric aka Big C. Big C is a regular in the neighborhood, owning his BBQ restaurant just a few blocks down. He was the one that came up with Gumbolaya and subsequently, increased my waistline.
While his son is in his Paw Patrol finest, Big C is dressed out of the Nike store. His shirt, his fitted, his warm-up suit has that familiar swoosh. He looks good but I’m more interested in his colorways. “Whatchu wearing, Big C?”
“Girl, let me tell you about these Air Force Ones Foamposites.” Big C walks into my yard with Lil’ Cedric in tow. Big C sticks his foot out and my eyes widen at how slick and shiny the black leather is. “Whatchu think about that?”
They look hella good. The other thing that makes my mouth water other than Savior and food is a sweet grail sneaker. Some girls collect Barbies and do fun arts and crafts; I’m a diehard sneakerhead. “So sweet,” I shake my head, “jealous.”
“You should be,” Big C laughs. “How’s your dad and Ashley?”
“They’re good. They’re back together and they’re both talking marriage now.” I’m really happy for my daddy. Ashley is the perfect fit for him and they seem complete.
“And your moms?” Big C asks and I shake my head. “I should say congratulations if the rumor is true.”
Word is Andrea is pregnant with King J’s baby. That would make her his fourth baby mama and the baby will join the other five siblings. Another black child born to dysfunctional-ass parents. I feel sorry for the fetus already. “That mess is all them, not me.”
“Hopefully this’ll make your mother calm down and act maternal.” Big C is always so positive, despite the negative. He’s a true inspiration. He briefly looks around and leans in. “Let me holler at you for a minute, baby girl.”
“Oh?” I put down my lemonade. “What’s up?”
“You still messing with Jalen?” He asks and I shake my head. “Good, good. Word on the street is he has some heat on him. His mouth was quicker than it should’ve been and he’s pissed off some people he shouldn’t have.”
“I don’t even want to know.” Jalen always had a temper that sometimes got the best of him. If he followed my daddy’s lead, he wouldn’t have dealt with any of this. Now he’s hiding from people with bigger guns and more heat than him.
When we were together, no one bothered with him because out of respect and fear of my daddy. Now that Jalen and I are no longer together, the fear of my daddy’s wrath has also disappeared.
“Just keep safe.” Big C warns. “There is a lot of tension right now and it’s just a matter of time before it explodes. Niggas out here are being reckless and they don’t care who gets hurt. I want you and your kinfolk okay.” He winks at me.
“You got it.” I smile back.
I watch Big C and Lil’ Cedric leave and I go back to enjoying my morning. Jalen’s mouth wrote a check his ass couldn’t cash and I don’t know whether to laugh or roll my eyes at it. He actually warned me about Savior but really, Jalen was no better.
Despite how I’m feeling towards him, I hope his dumb-ass doesn’t get shot. He is someone’s child, after all, and no parent should go through the pain of burying their child.
~~~~~~~
“What do you think?” SoundCloud asks.
SoundCloud plays a beat for me and Tasha and I’m legit shocked at how good it sounds. I know I gave him grief about his style being all sorts of wack but this track I can easily hear on the radio. It sounds super dope and fresh. “I like it.” I nod my head to the beat. “Your growth shows a lot on this.”
“This is your best work, bae!” Tasha beams. “I’m feeling this dopeness.”
“It took me forever to work on it!” SoundCloud gets up and paces back and forth. “I think this song might be it. This might be the track that takes me to another level.”
For once, I believe him. Not that I was Debbie Downer before, but sometimes someone needs to work on themselves before you can be that cheerleader on the sidelines. “I think you have an excellent shot of making it onto the radio.”
“And work with Kanye, and Jay-Z and Migos and a bunch of other folks!” Tasha adds.
“Nah, fresh voices, fresh sounds.” SoundCloud interrupts. “Fresh ears need to hear this.”
I agree. Rap and hip-hop has always been a young man’s game, despite the legends can easily outrap today’s mumble rappers. But SoundCloud is only 23, himself, so he has time to develop his craft and become legendary in the game. I think he’ll do well if he keeps it up.
“Is Jesus Piece coming over?” SoundCloud asks. “I would love to get his take on this.”
“I don’t know. His flight just arrived so I think he might want to stay at home and chill for the night.” It feels weird saying that, considering LAX is just down the street from my home. I thought about offering to pick him up but I didn’t want to sound too thirsty, if that makes sense? If Savior wants to see me, he can take the initiative.
I just hope he takes the initiative soon because a sista is hornier than a motherfucker. All I’m craving is Savior in my mouth and his thick cock inside me. I miss the way his body hovers over mine as he moves inside me and how he wipes the excess sex away afterwards.
I miss him.
“Is everything okay between you two?” Tasha blows out smoke. I’m starting to believe she can’t function without getting high. “He hasn’t been here in two weeks.”
“Everything’s fine, he’s just been on vacation with his dad and brothers. He wants to take me skiing at some point and I dunno.” I shake my head. “Black people tend not to ski.”
“We sure in the hell don’t.” Tasha nods. “You’ll never catch my black ass on the slopes.”
“Because your black ass will slide and fall down the slopes,” Junie adds.
“Nigga, you can kiss the blackest parts of my ass, ya dig?” Tasha huffs.
“If I did that, I’ll disappear for damn sure.” He nods.
“Stop.” I advise them. They always fight over the stupidest shit. These niggas once got into a fight on how Junie kept eating all of the marshmallows in the Rocky Road ice cream. I swear how in the hell are they an old married couple and they barely graduated out of high school a few years ago?
I hear a knock at my door and get up to check who’s behind door number one. My heart skips ten beats when I see who it is. I open the door and see the most beautiful man on planet earth standing before me. “Gorgeous…” Savior’s voice is above a whisper.
I jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me and manages to walk inside. I grab his face and plant a string of kisses on him. It’s been two weeks and it was 14 days too long. My heart ached. My soul yearned. My body craved him.
A low growl forms in Savior’s throat. His tongue plays with mine, exploring my mouth, and savoring it. The warmth of his body, his spicy cologne, and the sheer strength of him enveloped my body.
Savior kisses me like he was never going to see me again, like if our kiss was everything on the line, and he had to prove it to me. It’s so raw and so real, with no barrier between us. He doesn’t care if we have an audience in the room; I understand what is being said:
I belong to him and he belongs to me.
He puts me down and finally acknowledges Junie and Tasha in the room. “Hey guys. How are you?”
“Seeing that kiss, I think I’m pregnant now.” Tasha clutches her chest.
~~~~~
My heart is racing. I feel small beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The clock is ticking and my throat feels parched.
All eyes are on me and the pressure is on me so hard, and so tight. It’s like someone put their foot on my neck and won’t let up. I feel like someone just delivered several blows to my chest and I can’t breathe.
“Well…” Savior glances at me. “…can you?”
I let out a deep sigh. This game really sucks. “Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Raekwon the Chef, Method Man, the RZA, the GZA, Ghostface Killah…” Ooh, there’s always two members of the Wu-Tang I always forget. I’m stuck. I can’t remember them. “I honestly don’t remember the other two.”
Junie and Tasha glance over at Savior. “Can you name all nine members of the Wu-Tang Clan?” Junie asks.
“Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Raekwon the Chef, Method Man, the RZA, the GZA, Ghostface Killah,” Savior turns to me, “Inspectah Deck, U-God, and the newest member, Cappadonna.”
“I hate you,” I laugh.
We ordered a pizza and wings, and just watched old hip-hop videos on the TV. Savior and Junie talked to each other about their hip-hop knowledge, while Tasha and I talked about random gossip we saw on IG. It felt normal, like we’d always done this and it’s just a regular night at the house.
“Has Andrea tried to contact you?” Tasha asks me and I shake my head. “She’s still mad, huh?”
“King J is still locked up.” I reply. Junie plays his beat for Savior, and Savior nods his head along to it. He’s telling Junie it reminds him of some producers named Teddy Riley and Chuckii Booker. “As long as he’s locked up, she’ll always be mad at me.”
“I heard he might be getting out soon, though. Word is he’s singing about who his supplier is.” Tasha’s eyebrows raise. “He’s not implicating your dad, though. Word is he’s saying it’s Jalen.”
That explains the flowers from before. It also explains why Jalen wanted me to hold something of his and was pissed that I refused. Out of curiosity one night, I looked up Jalen’s other birds and they all dedicated messages of love and protection to him. Pathetic. Jesus be some self-esteem and a feminist movement.
The problem with Jalen is, if what is being said about him is true, King J has boys who have deadlier heat than anything Jalen can provide. Not to mention I heard a rumor Jalen may have soured a deal he made with another gang and they’re looking for him as well.
I still don’t feel bad. I’m glad I was able to get away from that whole situation before I was the one caught up in some mess. But there’s an eerie feeling things aren’t well and it’s only a matter of time before someone gets killed.
“I’m going to turn in, guys,” Savior gets up and yawns, “I’m beat and I need to rest before that jet lag kicks in.” It’s already midnight and Savior’s been here for several hours.
“I’ll head in, too.” Seeing how exhausted Savior is, we probably won’t have sex but that’s fine. I just want to feel him snuggle up to me.
We head back to the bedroom and Savior immediately strips down to his boxer briefs and tank top. I undress down to my booty shorts and cami tank and slide into bed. Savior joins me a short time and snuggles against me.
His breath still faintly smells like the Blue Moons he’d consumed. His body is warm and soft and I can feel the outline of his washboard abs against my curves. He snuggles next to me, and kisses the back of my neck. The familiar hum of eroticism appears between us and I push my ass into his crotch more.
“Mmmm…” Savior purrs as he kisses my neck more. “…did you plan on sleeping a lot tonight?”
I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all but I didn’t know how bad Savior’s jet lag was. Feeling how hard his cock had become, I have feeling he’s not suffering at all. “What do you have in mind?”
“I plan on making you come hard and throughout the night.” A free hand squeezes my small breast and travels down to my midsection. “I want the neighbors to know my name.”
“Mmm, I’m sure they do already.” I turn around and climb on top of Savior. He kisses me with heated passion and his hands explore my body. It always feels like it’ll be last time he’ll ever see me when he kisses me. His tongue plays with mine, and he gently sucks on my lips, savoring their fullness with each touch.
He cups and grabs my ass, claiming me with two forceful slaps. They hurt but it’s a delicious pain. It’s a pain that makes me want to do anything he asks me to. Eagerness and desire soars through my body, curling my toes, and slightly arching my back. We’re only kissing and it feels like I’m on the cusp of orgasm.
I inhaled his scent, relishing it as his thick length teased my sex. It’d been two long weeks and I need to feel his soft thickness inside of me. I need Savior to once again claim me, own this body, and never let me go.
I’m hopelessly in love with this man and I’m too far deep to climb out of the abyss.
I sit up and straddle him long enough so I can pull off my shirt. Savior sits up with me and immediately dives into my breasts, squeezing and licking them. My nipples tighten with pleasure as I feel Savior’s pointy tongue play between them. His mouth covers one before he takes over the other. He sucks on them as if small titties are going out of style and he needs to hurry up and get them before they’re gone.
“You got me so wet, baby,” I purr to him. “My pussy is aching for your cock.”
“You’ll get it soon, I promise.” His voice is throaty and full of desire. “Your body is absolutely perfect, gorgeous. I can’t enough of your body.”
Heat fills my body and I whimper my response. My underwear quickly comes off as Savior removes his clothing and we’re skin-to-skin. We look into each other’s eyes in the moonlight of my bedroom. No words need to be said.
I climb back on top of Savior and sink down on him. His cock completely fills me and a sharp gasp escapes my mouth. My body stills as the emotion runs through my body. I took more of him; feeling Savior stretching me as the pain burned a little.
This time, the lovemaking feels different. It feels we’re more connected in a different way. I’d never known an intimacy like this before. No other man was concerned about my feelings, my future, and what I wanted from this life. I feel raw and open to Savior. I feel exposed but not embarrassed or ashamed of it.
“Keisha…” Savior’s voice is a cross between pain and ecstasy. He sounds and feels so good underneath me. “Damn, baby…”
I slide more onto him as my pussy suckled along his length. My nails dig into his chest as I ease along his delicious thick and shaft. Ohmygod, Savior feels like heaven. He fills me completely and every thrust bring him deeper inside my love.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy for the past two weeks,” his voice is heavy, “I love it how you keep it tight just for me.”
Savior’s words encourage me to take more of him, ride him faster as he guides my hips and ass to a palpable rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my body and drop onto his chest. Savior sucks on my breasts as he grabs two handfuls of my ass, slamming me down on his cock.
“Savior…” My breath is helpless as the orgasm slowly approaches. My body is in a vise of pleasure. I feel stripped and bare on top of the man I love and want to be with forever. I’ve never felt so raw and so free.
The orgasm seizes my body and jerks it in every direction as I scream out his name. I’m uncontrollably shaking; I can’t stop climaxing. This is a pleasure I’ve never known before and I can’t even begin to accurately describe it other than intense and ferocious.
Savior thrusts harder into me, finally releasing his orgasm. I feel his dick pulsate as he comes. He grabs me by the nape of my neck and forces me down to his level. He wildly kisses me and wraps his arms around my back as he comforts me.
We laid there in a peaceful silence, only our heartbeats and the soft breeze from the cracked open window are the sounds in the bedroom. We’re completely satiated and happy for the time being. I know this is only round one. We still have a long night of lovemaking ahead of us.
“Keisha…”
Savior said my name so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “Hmm?”
“I want us to live together.”
My eyes slowly open and I focus on the streetlight on the corner. I know Savior isn’t talking about moving in here with me but I’m not too sure if I feel comfortable in Bel-Air. I’m sure it’s a great neighborhood to live in and one doesn’t hear about any crimes occurring in the land of the Fresh Prince and Uncle Phil.
No matter what the low crime statistics say about wealthy and affluent places, I know better. There may not be gangbanging or petty crime, but you best believe some heavily-Botoxed bored housewife is getting berated, ignored, or beaten on a regular basis. Those crimes aren’t reported because money is a powerful influencer and a bigger addiction than all the opiates in the world.
Furthermore, the racists become a bit cleverer with their hate. They won’t outright call you a nigger but they’ll passive-aggressively show other ways how you’re simply tolerated. The terms ghetto, those people, thugs, and my all-time favorite, the blacks, usually come out of their mouths in various forms.
And the same ones are the first ones to proudly wave the All Lives Matter flag, wear so-called uterus hats at the Women’s March, and will count the number of black friends they think they have, usually on one hand.
If LeBron James can have nigger spray-painted on his home and he’s the world’s best athlete, what would stop someone from harassing ‘hood famous lil’ ol’ me?
“You won’t live here,” I begin with the obvious answer to the unspoken question, “and I’m not too sure if I feel comfortable at your home.”
“I thought you liked being there?” He rubs my back. “You kept saying how peaceful and quiet it is.”
“I do like your home,” I pause for a beat, “I also like being here.”
“You said you wanted better and I’m in the position to give you better,” Savior whispers, “I don’t know what the problem is.”
The warmth and intimacy between us slowly dissipates as the anger took a foothold. “You keep saying you don’t want to change me but you do.”
“Keisha, I’m merely saying the same thing you’ve been saying forever – long before we even knew each other.” Savior’s voice is still soft but there’s a bite of anger behind them now. “How is that it’s wrong when I say it but it’s not a big deal when you do?”
“It’s not your life, Savior.” I roll over and immediately mourn the loss of him. I gather the sheets up and cover myself. I suddenly feel too exposed to him. “You’re not the one who lives with what I go through on a regular basis. It’s different for you because you’re not exposed to any of that. I live with it. People will look at you, see me, and they’ll silently wonder how in the hell did he end up with that. Believe me, it’s already happened.”
Coldness is firmly in the room as Savior sat up. He turns towards me and his eyes – once glossy and full of the sex afterglow – were now full of rage and ice. “When?”
“You were there, Savior.” I mention to him. “Andrea? King J? Hello?”
“No, that was handled that night.” He presses. His voice is icy cold and his stance becomes even icier. “What happened at the gala? You were fine until something happened when you went to the restroom. What happened?”
I turn away and look at my blank white wall. I pull the blankets up higher so they’re tightly around my body. “The escorts wanted me out of the picture so they could get in. They wanted to see how serious we were.” I shake my head at the stupidity of it all. “Your father wanted you and your brothers to date a certain kind of woman, but the woman he would’ve preferred would’ve scammed out of the highest dollar amount possible.”
“I’m leaving my dad’s firm.” His voice is quiet and hard.
The sudden admission startles me. Savior was poised to take it over and everyone knew it, including Savior. Now something terrible went wrong. “What? What happened?”
“Keisha, there are things in life that are more important than constantly seeking your parents’ approval. I can discover the cure for cancer and my dad will be the type who would ask what took you so long?” A sadness flashes over Savior’s eyes. “And I just…I’m done. I’m tired of it. And…” Outside arguing interrupts his sentence. As par for the course, two niggas are yelling at each other over some bullshit. Somebody owes somebody money. One of them oddly sounds a lot like Jalen and I hope to God it’s not him. Hopefully, they’ll be done soon so everyone can rest well.
“Does this always happen?” He asks.
“Sometimes,” I shrug, “it usually ends after a few minutes but you have to let them get it out.”
“People are trying to sleep here, Keisha.” Savior looks towards the window. “I’m going to ask them to keep quiet.”
“Savior.” The last thing I need is the guys’ venom to turn on him. This is how I can tell Savior is in a different neighborhood. Where he’s from, the neighbors either tell each other to keep it down or buy homes with big-enough fences and property that takes around 15 minutes to drive to the opening gate. Around here, none of that exists. “It’s not that big of a deal. They’ll be over and done in a few.”
“Okay, but they’re arguing over bullshit,” he gets up and throws on his jeans and a shirt. “I’m going to go out and see if I can mediate this.”
“Savior!” I rush out of bed and hurriedly put on some clothing. “You need to let them speak their piece! Trust me, this happens all of the time here. They’ll fight and then it’ll be over and done with, okay? It’s not worth going out there and disrupting ou—”
I never did finish my sentence. Just when I was about to argue my point, gunshots rang out and Savior tackled me onto the floor.