Ring! Ring!

“Hello,” I answered my cell phone.

“Where the hell you at?” O asked.

“I just left the hairdresser,” I said.

“You a nut for telling me you was coming down here,” he said. “I might as well go shoot dice,” he continued.

I knew what that meant. He had money to spend, and I didn’t want to miss out on that.

“I’m on my way, damn, can I get cute first?” I whined.

“You could have called a nigga.”

“My bad. I’ll be there in like a half,” I said.

I pulled up to O’s house twenty minutes later. Ninety-five was empty. As soon as I walked in, he grabbed me and started kissing me. He started stripping me. I stopped him from removing important articles of clothing, but he was persistent.

“Who you been giving my pussy to?”

“Nobody,” I said, trying to control his hands.

“Then why you haven’t been giving it to me?”

“Boy, you been trippin’ since you got back from Baltimore. What were they feedin’ you down there?”

“It’s not what they been feedin’ me, it’s what they haven’t been feedin’ me. I’m lacking pussy. Can you feed me some pussy?”

I grabbed his hand just in time to stop him from grabbing my balls. O never acted like this before. Usually I took charge and he just followed my lead. What the hell he was doing I didn’t know, but it was bound to get me killed. I had to think of something quick.

“My period is on,” I blurted out.

O stopped kissing me.

“Damn!” he said. “Thanks for blowin’ my high.”

He sat down on the couch and patted his dick as if he was trying to calm it down. I sat down next to him, trying to keep a distance. He grabbed my hand and put it on his penis.

“Pull it out,” he said.