CHAPTER EIGHT

Quaykiesha

“I Feel Like I Got The Wrong Cousin.”

 

Spyrit’s apartment was so hot that despite it being 90 degrees outside, it was still cooler than his bedroom. The extreme mugginess didn’t stop horniness from making his dick stiffen when Quaykiesha walked her naked ass past him after returning from the bathroom, her light skin shimmering due to the heat. Small yellow piss drops hanging around her pussy lips.

As a result Spyrit was flat on his back as Quay sucked him off. The room was so hot sweat drip down her sides. Two long blue and silver French braids hung over the front of her body, the tips stopping right above her almond colored nipples.

Knees pressing into the damp carpet Quaykiesha looked up at Spyrit who was sitting on the edge of the bed moaning, his legs wide. Mouth full of dick she asked, “Almost there yet?” It tasted as if he had climaxed because he was sweating so much the salty liquid rolled into her mouth.

He sat up. “In a minute.” He moaned and continued to pump into her throat. “Just keep it right there.” He grabbed a warm bottle of vodka on the table to his right and gulped it down.

“But it taste like you did already, Spyrit.” She frowned. “You sure you didn’t? My knees hurt and I’m—”

“Not yet, baby.” His voice was stern. “But you gonna make me lose it if you keep running your mouth.”

Quaykiesha rolled her eyes although the heat in conjunction with the constant dick jerks she was making caused her to feel dizzy. She set her mental clock for one more minute and she was done with the nigga. If he hadn’t cum by then he was gonna have to suck his own dick.

After two minutes of the same, he still hadn’t reached an orgasm and she was angered when she gazed up and saw him slurping on the vodka bottle like he was giving head. “I can’t do this no more, Spyrit.” She released his penis, leaving it to its natural stance. “It’s hot as fuck in here.” She stood up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand before rinsing her mouth in the open bathroom.

Spyrit was upset for a second and drank some more liquor. Suddenly he didn’t care anymore. “Sorry, we can go to—”

“I’m tired of going over E.M.'s house!” She yelled. She walked into the bedroom and looked down at him. “I know you got to have money enough to get another place, Spyrit! So why we here?” She paused. “The only thing you care about is getting drunk and it’s such a turn off. When we getting a place together? Better than this.”

“You gotta give me time, Quay.” He got up, wiped his dick with a dry towel on the table and moved toward her. His pole was still hard and poked her in the belly. “I’m gonna do right by you,” he lied. “Any day now.”

She rolled her eyes. “You been saying that for months but we still in this fucking dump.”

“Quay!”

“I’m sorry but I’m speaking real.” She tossed her arms in the air. “To tell you the truth, sometimes I feel like I got the wrong cousin. Maybe I should’ve went with Wyld when he offered me up in the VIP room at the strip club that night.” She walked away and flopped on the edge of the bed. “But it’s too late now huh?”

Spyrit turned around and stared down at her. “Why you say that shit to me?”

She laughed. “Your dick is trash, your mental drive is weak and you a drunk. So you tell me, why wouldn’t I say it to you?”

Spyrit’s nostrils flared. “Disrespectful bitches like you get killed out here every day.” He took another swig of vodka. “So give me one reason why I shouldn’t do it now?”

She looked at his swaying body; rolled her eyes and giggled like a two-year-old holding it’s feet. “Umm…let’s try this.” She pointed at him. “You know better than to put your hands on me. Let’s keep it real. We’ve wrestled before and when it comes to strength a drunk like you don’t have shit on a bitch who can hang hands free on a pole with her thighs.” She slid on her t-shirt. “So get the fuck out my face before I embarrass you, alchy.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out.

 

 

Quaykiesha walked into the apartment she shared with her roommate and frowned. The moment she opened the front door she knew Tawny had been lacing her joint with crack cocaine yet again. “Really, Tawny? In our house?” She tossed her purse and keys on the table in the living room.

Sitting on the floor next to the glass table, Tawny’s dark chocolate skin was slightly grey and her eyes so wide they were about to pop out because she was smoking so much. Her tight curly hair was tied in a bun, which sat on top of her head. “Why you here?” She fanned the smoke in the air.

“You playing right?”

“Quay, you’re barely home half the time. How am I supposed to know if you moved out or not?” She took another puff and blew funky white clouds into the air.

“Let me give you a clue on how you should know…if you still taking my money than I live here. Whether I toss bloody tampons in the trashcan or not.”

Tawny shook her head and pulled again. “You so fucking gross.” She paused. “Anyway, I was just playing. Why so uptight? I know you just left’s Spyrit’s house so you should be dicked down and smiling instead of being evil.” She shook her head. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Girl I’m so tired of that weak bastard.” She flopped on the sofa and pouted. “The more I think about it the more I know the obvious, I chose wrong.”

“Does he know you want to fuck Wyld yet?” Tawny dampened the blunt’s fire in the purple ashtray on the glass table.

“Girl, I all but told him to his face the way I feel. But he so drunk half the time I don’t know if he remembers. If I even thought Wyld would give me a chance I’d be gone already.” She removed her brown leather right flip-flop and then the left.

“His wife dead so why not make a move now? Instead of wasting anymore time with second place?”

“He not even second place. For some reason I don’t think Wyld is as trifling as my last boyfriend’s cousin who fucked me. But Spyrit said something about some chick being over his house already.” She sighed. “I’m not gonna give up hope though. I just need some more time and a master plan.”