Single Ladies

“Look, I gotta get ready to go to work,” Lamar said, standing up and stretching. He had returned to the hospital the night before after running some errands. Falisha was asleep in the recliner when he had come back, and he slept in the other chair. He was tired, but his pockets were hungry. Tonight was Sunday, and he knew there would be women packing the place. He would easily walk out with two and a half to three stacks. He was not about to miss that for nobody.

“Can we go somewhere tonight? I was thinking we can go to a hotel,” Falisha said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I don’t know. I’m tired as hell. After I get off, I’m trying to get some sleep,” he responded.

Falisha looked over at Ms. D then back over at Lamar. She was horny as hell, and had thought about fucking him all day. She pulled his head down to her, kissed him with her juicy mouth, and swiped her tongue across his bottom lip.

“You better stop playing,” Lamar warned as his hands gripped her ass.

Falisha giggled. “Come ’ere,” she said, pulling him into the bathroom.

Lamar followed her into the bathroom. Falisha wasted no time dropping to her knees and unbuckling Lamar’s pants, taking his dick out, and putting it into her mouth. Lamar moaned from the wetness, and as Falisha held on to his waist for support, she shoved as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. It was three quarters in and it had already hit the back of her throat. He held on to the back of her head to guide her. It felt so wet and so soft, that at this point, Lamar wanted some pussy.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up to him, and before Falisha knew it, Lamar had spun her around, bent her over the sink, and slammed his stiff dick inside her. Falisha grabbed a towel from the rack and bit down on it. She looked at Lamar in the mirror, watching him caress her pussy with his thick dick. She could see the lust in his eyes as he looked back at her.

“Give it to me, daddy,” Falisha whined, poking her ass out and arching her back a little, so that Lamar had a clear shot at it.

Lamar grabbed her ass, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the rest of his long, hard, thick black dick within her soft, wet box. Falisha bit down again on the towel.

Sinniyyah sat in her high chair playing with the cereal Tammy gave her to snack on while she finished cleaning the kitchen. Tammy felt a little better being home with the kids and knowing that they were safe. It was always a blessing to have friends like Kim and Falisha to be there when she needed them.

“Mommy!” Anthony yelled, running into the kitchen with her cell phone in his hand. “My daddy want you,” he said with a big smile on his face as he passed her the phone.

Tammy almost regretted showing Anthony how to accept his call. Tammy took a deep breath as she put the phone to her ear. Ever since Darious had dropped her off, he had occupied her mind. There was a time she looked forward to Chris’s call, but now she wanted the battery in the phone to die.

“Wassup,” Tammy said with a bit of attitude.

“What happened to my visit today?” Chris asked. He only had a couple of minutes left on the call. The phones would be turned off at nine-thirty, and it was nine twenty-seven. He knew that there was no time to start an argument with Tammy. He wouldn’t get any answers from her in that short period of time.

“Look, you know I work, and I slept in today. I will bring them next weekend or whenever I get the chance.”

“Whenever you get a chance?” Chris asked with an attitude. He bit down on his lower lip before he said something else. She was talking reckless, and if he had his way, he would have reached through the phone and punched her in the mouth. He felt his blood pressure rise, he breathing became labored, and he slammed the phone down. He stared at the wall, and swore it was turning red.

As Kim walked into Ms. D’s room, Falisha and Lamar exited the bathroom. Lamar was zipping his pants, and Falisha was smoothing her hair. Falisha smirked at Kim, who placed the flowers in the empty vase beside Ms. D’s bed. Seeing the two of them adjusting their clothes and hair, Kim knew that they had just had sex. Kim disguised her hurt and played it cool.

“Wassup, girl. How long have you been here?” Falisha asked, walking over to Ms. D’s bedside.

Falisha knew exactly what she was doing when she took Lamar into the bathroom. Kim had texted her that she was downstairs just before she pulled Lamar in the bathroom. She wanted Kim to walk in and catch them in the act, but for some damn reason it took her longer to get to the room. Falisha’s plan still worked, because Kim caught enough of it.

“I just walked through the door. How long has she been asleep?” Kim asked, sitting on the other side of Ms. D’s bed.

“Not long!” Ms. D said, cracking her eyes open and cutting them over at Lamar and Falisha. “Y’all two are a mess,” she said, shaking her head, letting them know that she heard them in the bathroom.

Kim glared at Falisha, who smiled deviously at her, while Lamar looked down and then at Ms. D before walking toward the door. He did not want to make eye contact with Kim, but before he could reach the door, Falisha jumped in front of him. She smiled and kissed him. Lamar didn’t pull away, and returned her kiss before exiting the room. Falisha smiled to herself as she watched the door close.

She turned around and smirked at Kim. “What?” Falisha said, shrugging as she walked back over to her seat.

“Sit yo’ crazy ass down, girl,” Ms. D said. “And you better have cleaned up in there.”

“Yes, ma’am, I did. I made sure nothing went to waste,” Falisha responded.

Kim shook her head. “That is all you got to offer? It gets old after a while,” Kim said, putting away her compact.

“Maybe in the world you live in,” Falisha shot back. “Instead of hating on me, you should be trying to get ya weight up. You’ll never keep a man at the rate you’re going,” she said, rolling her eyes at Kim.

Ms. D looked back and forth between the two women. “What da hell is going on between you two?”

Neither woman spoke.

Ms. D shook her head. “I know y’all not even trying to get at each other about no nigga. You been friends for as long as I can remember. Friendship, unlike dick, should always come first. These dudes out here run through y’all girls for a minute, and then they on to the next. Then what you left with?”

Normally, Falisha and Kim would listen to Ms. D’s advice, but this time it was different. They didn’t want to admit it to each other, but their feelings were heavily involved. Kim had love for Lamar, but Falisha was in love with Lamar, and that was a big difference. And the crazy part about it was Lamar had love for both of them, almost equally for that matter.

One thing Ms. D knew for sure was that if Falisha and Kim continued to go down the road they were on, things would get ugly real fast.