BFF's Forever

Keith’s big dick was so far up in me that I couldn’t even think straight. I couldn’t move and I was on the verge of a shaky orgasm. Make-up sex between us was always the best. This time around, I apologized for the incident with Evelyn. I made Keith feel as if I were on his side, but the truth was, I was caught in the middle.

I’d spoken to Evelyn and expressed how sorry I was about Keith’s ill treatment. I tried to explain his position, and Evelyn insisted she understood. What I didn’t tell her, though, was that I’d gone to see Bryson. I didn’t find it necessary to tell her my thoughts about what I discovered during our conversation. That would only give her more ammunition, and I didn’t want to stir her up.

What I wanted was more of Keith. He was now down below, sucking my well dry. My thighs were locked on his face and my eyes were squeezed tight. I could barely catch my breath, and I pounded his back, letting him know how spectacular his tongue tricks felt.

“Baby, you are the motherfucking man! My man, so keep doing that shit, only how you can do it!”

I loved to stroke his ego. Seeing him smile always made me feel good. His tongue snaked in and out of my folds. He tickled my pearl then turned me over to tackle my goodness from behind. I kicked, screamed and begged for him to keep at, so I’d come again. Within minutes, my request was honored. I was spent; he was too. He crawled next to me in bed and lay flat on his back while taking deep breaths. While staring at the ceiling, he rubbed his chest.

“Did I tell you how much I love you today?” he said.

I turned sideways and rubbed my hand on his chest. “No, you didn’t tell me, but you sure did show me.”

Keith massaged my ass when I laid my leg across his. “I did, didn’t I? But I’m gon’ need for you to calm your hot self down. Just so you know, you are wearing my ass out.”

“Good. And when I get finished with this shower, I’m going to wear you out some more. So get ready.”

I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I thought Keith was going to join me, but he didn’t. With him not being in the shower with me, I took my time and indulged in a lengthy one. I shaved my legs and trimmed my toenails. It took me about an hour to get finished, and after I was done, I opened the door and could hear Keith downstairs talking. Better yet, yelling at somebody. I was so sure that Evelyn had shown back up, but as I jetted down the stairs, I saw Keith standing in the living room with Bryson. Their argument was pretty intense. I’d never seen them go at it like this before. They stood face to face with each other, talking shit.

“I’ll say it again,” Keith hissed. “Watch your mouth or I will drop your punk ass on the floor.”

Bryson folded his arms across his buffed chest and a smirk appeared on his face. “Do what you must, little brother. The floor is all yours.”

I quickly ran over and squeezed my short self in between them. “Whatever is going on here, it doesn’t need to be settled with a fistfight. I know the two of you can do better than this, so calm down and chill.”

Keith ignored me and inched forward, squeezing me more. “It can be settled when he gives our mother her money back. If not, I will handle you myself.”

Bryson stepped forward and I eased out of the way. “I will give the money back when I choose to. This really ain’t your damn business, and I’m getting tired of your threats.”

“Maybe so. But here’s a promise.”

Keith reached out and slammed his fist right at Bryson’s jaw. The blow sent him staggering backward, and he tripped over the table behind him and fell hard.

“How was that for a promise?” Keith said. “If you don’t give the money back, another one of those punches will be coming your way.”

Bryson tightened his fist and charged toward Keith like a raging mad bull. He wound up slamming Keith on the floor and they went at it tough. So tough that I had to scramble out of the way.

“Stop it,” I yelled to get their attention. “Or else I’ll call the police!”

My police threat fell on deaf ears and frightened no one. They kept at it and were pounding the hell out of each other. Keith was getting the best of Bryson, but then all of a sudden, the tables turned. He punched Keith in his mouth and I witnessed my man’s blood splatter. I rushed in and started hitting Bryson on the back of his head to distract him so Keith could get the upper hand again. My interference distracted Bryson, but it didn’t halt his punches. The next one he delivered landed right at my face, particularly at my right eye that throbbed and felt as if it had been knocked from the socket. I backed away and held my face. Keith lost it. But as he charged at Bryson, he sent Keith backing up with a hard blow to his stomach that dropped him to one knee.

“Now what, motherfucker?” Spit flew from Bryson’s mouth and his chest heaved in and out. He pounded it hard then looked at me. “You dyke-ass bitch, stay the hell out of family affairs.”

I was stunned by Bryson’s actions, and I couldn’t hold back all that was inside of me. My man was hurt and so was I.

“Screw you, you grimy, down-low-ass nigga. How in the hell you gon’ call me a dyke, and yo’ ass out there fucking men? Or should I say, allowing them to fuck you?”

The direction of Bryson’s eyes shot over to Keith. His eyes, however, were locked on me. I could tell he was waiting for me to say more, but I fell back on the couch and held my eye.

Keith took deep breaths then addressed Bryson. “Get the hell out of here. Now! And don’t you ever come back!”

Bryson stood for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something or as if he wanted to apologize. Instead, he rushed off and swung the door open. He left, leaving it wide open.

Keith limped over to me while holding his side. “Why did you say that to him?” he asked. “Do you know something that I don’t?”

I was about to tell him that my words had slipped, and I said them to upset Bryson. But then I decided against it. “I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Evelyn said—”

“To hell with what Evelyn said,” Keith shouted. He shouted so loudly that my whole body shook.

“You’re right,” I hurried to say. “But please go talk to your brother. He has all the answers you’re looking for.”

Sweat was on the thick wrinkles that lined Keith’s forehead. The mean mug was locked there, even when he rubbed my face and bent over to kiss my swollen eye. “Put some ice on that. I’m leaving to go find Bryson. I’ll be back later.”

Before I could say anything, he jetted.

* * *

I was so worried about Keith being gone. Hours had passed, and I kept calling his cell phone, but he wouldn’t answer. My eye was bloodshot red, and by tomorrow it would be worse. I lay across the bed, wondering where my man was and if he was okay. I now regretted what I’d said to Bryson. Keith seemed very concerned about it, and that was the only thing that probably caused him to leave. If something happened to him again, because of me, I would never forgive myself.

* * *

I wasn’t sure what time it was, but when I woke up, Keith sat on the bed next to me. He touched my face and apologized for what Bryson had done.

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said, slowly sitting up. “It wasn’t your fault.” I looked at the gloom expression on his face, knowing that he had caught up with Bryson. “So, how did it go? Did you talk to him?”

Keith nodded. “I did.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know what to believe. He told me about your visit. I was surprised to hear that you went to go see him, without saying anything to me.”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t want to confront you with something that may not have been true.”

“Regardless, you should have said something to me. In not doing so, it makes me feel as if I can’t trust you. I don’t like secrets, Trina. I thought you learned your lesson about keeping them.”

“I have, but this situation was different. With Evelyn being the source who provided the information, I wasn’t sure how to handle things. That’s why I went to go see Bryson, so that he could defend what she’d said.”

Keith fell back on the bed and lay flat on his back. He put his hands behind his head and gazed at the spinning ceiling fan. “After speaking to him,” he said, “what’s your take on the matter? What conclusion did you come to?”

I lay silent for a while then slightly shrugged. I didn’t want to say what I thought for real. I could tell Keith was hurt; I didn’t want to hurt him anymore.

“The truth, Trina. I want the truth.”

“Based on how I was when I tried to hide my preference from everyone, I have to be honest and say that I believe Bryson is on the down low. I’m not a hundred percent sure, but Evelyn was paid a substantial amount of money to keep her mouth shut. If your mother is missing some money, maybe that’s the money Bryson gave to Evelyn.”

“He has a gambling problem, and he’s always taking money from the family stash. Just not that much. Either way, you didn’t believe him when he told you he wasn’t involved with men?”

“No. Unfortunately, I didn’t.”

Keith lay silent for a minute, and then he got off the bed. He opened the bathroom door then turned to face me. “Just so you know, I didn’t believe him either.”

Keith shut the door behind him, after he went into the bathroom. I shook my head, upset that there seemed to be no end to the drama.