Chapter 14
After dropping the rest of the Young Lionz off, Bishop made a beeline to Veronica’s house. He’d been thinking about her ever since he’d smoked her boots the day before. Just thinking about her pussy made Bishop’s dick hard as steel. He couldn’t wait to get in between her creamy thighs a second time. As he was thinking about Veronica, his cell phone rang with her on the other end.
“Hey, boo,” she said when he answered the phone.
“Sup, girl. I was just about to come ova there and see what was up with you.”
“Oh, is that right? You was jus’ gon’ drop by here unannounced, huh?”
“Shit, baby, I didn’t think that you would mind after all the good lovin’ I put on yo’ ass the other day.”
“Damn, nigga, you kinda conceited, ain’t you?”
“Nah, just confident, baby, just confident.”
“Whateva, nigga, yo’ dick game okay.”
“Okay,” he said, offended. “Oh, I see you tryin’ ta challenge a nigga, huh? A’ight then. This time I ain’t gonna take it easy on yo’ ass. This time I’ma wreck that pussy.”
“Well, if you think you can swing it, then bring it, big boy,” she said with a hint of seduction in her voice.
* * *
Veronica would never admit it to him, but Bishop had left her insides extremely sore. It had taken her the entire day to recover from the pounding. After hanging up with Bishop, Veronica hurried into the shower. She wanted to be extra clean for her new fuck buddy when he got there. No sooner had she gotten done than her phone rang.
“Sup, bitch?” she said as her hello to Tangie.
“Nothin’ much. Just sittin’ ova here bored to fuckin’ death. Come on through, ho. Let’s blow a coupla trees.”
“Can’t right now, homegirl. I got company coming over.”
“Whaattt? Bitch, I knew yo’ ass was getting some dick from somewhere! Who the fuck is it?”
“None of yo’ business, nosy bitch! Why you wanna know everything a bitch doin’?” Veronica said, laughing.
“Oh, bitch, I know you ain’t tryin’ ta get secretive on me!”
“Nah, it ain’t that, girl. I just gotta hurry up and get ready ’cause he on his way over here.”
“A’ight, bitch. But when that nigga get finish blowing yo’ back out, you betta call me and gimme the muthafuckin’ lowdown on who he is!”
“It’s all good,” Veronica said just before hanging up. Because she had no idea how her friend would react to her sleeping with her new, young lover, she chose to keep it under wraps for now.
After rubbing her body down with peach lotion, Veronica splashed on some sweet-smelling perfume she’d purchased from Victoria’s Secret the day before. She wanted to look and smell as good as she possibly could when Bishop arrived. She went into her closet and took out a sheer red negligee. She had already made her mind up that she was going to attack Bishop as soon as he walked through the door.
She lit a couple of scented candles and inhaled sharply. The intoxicating smell of strawberries and cream caused her to get moist almost instantly. Veronica fanned herself as sexual heat radiated throughout her body. A nervous excitement traveled through her spine. Even she herself was surprised at the amount of anticipation that overcame her. She looked at her bed and frowned. It was covered with the same sheets that were on the bed from the last time. She quickly ripped them off the queen-sized love nest and replaced them with maroon silk ones. She then went back into the bathroom, grabbed a comb off the sink, and got her flowing locks together.
When she was sure that she looked her best, she went into her kitchen and headed toward the refrigerator. She opened it and took out a bottle of Moscato wine. After popping the cork, she poured two glasses full and set them inside the refrigerator to keep them chilled. Just then, she heard a car pull up in the driveway. Not expecting him to arrive in a car, Veronica mistakenly thought that someone else was at the door.
She quickly went to the window and looked out. She was fully prepared to shoo anyone away who she thought was about to come between her and Bishop’s lovemaking session. She looked out and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was indeed Bishop who had pulled into the driveway. She didn’t remember him having a car, but she would ask about that later. For now, all she wanted to do was get him into her house and devour him.
Veronica watched through the window as Bishop walked up to the door with a swag that caused her to yearn for him even more. She made it a point to open the door before he even knocked on it. Bishop took one look at her voluptuous body and started drooling. His dick almost poked a hole right through his pants.
“Damn,” he mumbled as he stumbled through the door. Bishop almost tripped and fell flat on his face as he continued to stare at Veronica’s body.
“Damn, boo, you a’ight?” she asked as she chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” he responded, trying to save face.
Veronica walked up to Bishop and threw her arms around his neck. Then she stuck her tongue so far down his throat she almost touched his tonsils. Feeling extremely turned on, Bishop reached behind her and palmed her ass. His dick pressed up against her pelvic area and threatened to insert itself inside of her. Veronica then pushed away from him, although it was a struggle for her to do so, and led him into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, took out the wine, and handed him a glass. Bishop, who really wasn’t used to drinking anything except beer and liquor, made a face as he looked at the drink.
“The fuck is this?” he asked with a screwed-up face.
“It’s wine, negro.”
“Wine? The fuck you buy this shit for? You ain’t got no liquor up in this piece?”
Veronica just shook her head. She knew there would be issues dealing with someone younger than she, but she at least thought Bishop knew what the hell wine was.
“Bishop, wine is like an aphrodisiac. It sets the mood.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, not wanting to show his ignorance but being too late to avoid doing so. Veronica took a swig of the sweet juice and motioned for Bishop to do the same. Bishop obliged. To his surprise, it actually tasted pretty good.
“You like it?”
“It ain’t bad.” He drank a little more. “To be honest, this shit tastes pretty good.”
“So do I,” she said, taking notice of his full lips.
“The fuck that s’pose ta mean?” he asked. Bishop had a strong feeling that he knew what Veronica was referring to, but he wasn’t with that.
“Nothing, boy. I’m just’ playin’ with you,” she said, even though she wasn’t. The way he’d responded told her that he was a virgin when it came to fellatio.
It had been a long time since a man had gone down on her, and quite frankly, she missed the feeling. Eating pussy was one thing that Bishop hadn’t done at his young age, and he wasn’t about to start now. But Veronica wasn’t worried. She knew that, in time, she could convince him to munch on her carpet if she played her cards right. She was a seductress, and she knew that if she put her mind to it, she could get Bishop to do her bidding.
After finishing the wine, Veronica led Bishop to the bedroom. As she walked through the doorway, she reached down on her dresser and flipped the on switch to her CD player. The smooth sounds of Her poured through the speakers. Veronica then led Bishop to the edge of the bed. She sat down, grabbed his belt buckle, and pulled him forward. Looking up at him with a lust that spoke volumes, Veronica slowly and deliberately unzipped his fly.
She could barely get it all the way down before his love muscle jumped out at her like a live boa constrictor. But this snake was nowhere near flexible. It was as hard as Chinese arithmetic. Veronica kissed the head of it. Then she started licking the shaft. After getting him good and heated up, she stuffed the whole thing in her mouth. Bishop let out low moans of pleasure as Veronica worked her magic on him like a porn star. Although she was enjoying what she was doing, this was also a trap.
She intended to give Bishop such good head that when she got ready for him to go down on her in the future, she could use this as a bargaining chip. Veronica massaged his balls as she continued to take it deep in her throat. She increased her speed and listened to him wilt under her talents.
“You like that shit, baby? You like it when mama sucks that?”
“Oh, hell yeah, baby. Don’t stop,” he stuttered.
“You want mama to show you a trick?” she asked him.
“Oooo, shit, go ahead, baby.”
Veronica didn’t know if Bishop had ever had the pleasure of receiving what she was about to do, but she knew that if he’d been dealing with younger women, he certainly would not have had it this good. Veronica started sucking faster and faster. Spit ran from the corners of the mouth and traveled down the sides of his dick. When Bishop got ready to cum, he tried to pull out and scoot back. Veronica smiled on the inside, knowing that since he was trying to take it out, he’d never had what she was about to give him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him in place.
“Oh, shit!” Bishop screamed as he shot his load into Veronica’s awaiting mouth. To make it even better for him, Veronica made loud gulping sounds as she swallowed his cum. With his legs threatening to give out on him at any moment, Bishop sat down on the bed and lay back.
“Did you like that shit, baby?” she asked as she continued to stroke his dick.
“Hell yeah, baby, I loved that shit,” Bishop said, breathing heavily. It only took Bishop five minutes to become hard again.
Damn, maybe I shoulda been fuckin’ with young boys all along, Veronica thought.
She helped Bishop take off the rest of his clothes. For a lad so young, she couldn’t believe the girth of his pecker. Once Bishop was completely naked, Veronica got on her hands and knees and told him to hit it from the back. She looked back at him and saw a look in his eyes that she’d seen from a man before. It was not a look she liked.
“Don’t stick that muthafucka in my ass,” she warned.
“Huh? I’m not, baby. I want that pussy.”
“Well, make sure that’s where you put it at.”
Veronica didn’t know if he’d planned on trying to be slick and sodomize her, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. She’d had men shoot that line to her before that they’d thought when she bent over, she wanted them to get the ass. She thought it was kind of funny that Bishop had never eaten pussy but had maybe fucked a girl in the ass. Bishop eased the head of his dick into her juicy womb. Veronica cooed like a bird as pre-cum oozed from her womb.
“Oh, yeah, nigga, hit that shit.”
Hearing Veronica talk like this only fueled Bishop’s aggressiveness. He gripped both sides of her hips and began pounding away. Veronica was up to the challenge as she threw it back at him, giving as good as she got. Bishop then used a move that he’d learned from watching a porno movie. He reached down and grabbed her left leg and lifted it up in the air. He then stepped slightly to the side so he could go in deeper.
“Oh, shit, Bishop, you killing this pussy!” Bishop responded by punishing her womb more. When he finally did slow down, Veronica took advantage of it and quickly turned around, causing him to lose his balance. Bishop fell on his back. Before he knew what was happening, Veronica was on top of him. She reached down and grabbed his still-hard dick and started riding him like a rodeo star. She bounced up and down so fast that Bishop was afraid that she might break his dick. For the second time in less than twenty minutes, Bishop came. But this time it was deep inside of Veronica’s sex core instead of her throat. Veronica came with him as she collapsed onto the bed. Smiles were plastered on both of their faces. Neither of them said a word for about five minutes.
“Damn, baby, that shit was the fuckin’ bomb,” Veronica finally said.
“You ain’t lyin’. A nigga can get used to this shit,” Bishop said, sticking his chest out.
Veronica jumped as she was startled by the ringing of her cell phone. She looked at her phone and then down at Bishop’s still-hard member. She gave her phone the finger and lowered her head back down to Bishop’s sweet stick.
* * *
Tangie slammed her phone shut so hard the shell almost cracked. It was killing her that she didn’t know who her friend was fucking. Plus she wanted to tell her about the surprise birthday cookout that she was planning for Antwan. It would be held in their backyard and would be by invitation only. It was going to also be a grown-folks-only party. Tangie’s friends who had kids were not going to be invited. She didn’t want to be bothered with the possibility of her friend Bebe’s kids running through her house and tearing up her shit. Besides, Veronica was the only one she really kicked it with anyway.
Tangie went to her phone’s contact list and started texting Antwan’s friends. She didn’t want to run the risk of calling them because she didn’t want Antwan to walk in and catch her on the phone. She told them that they were free to invite one guest apiece. After texting them, she received a text of her own. It was Cynthia asking her if she wanted to get together for drinks later on. Even though Tangie didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone, she figured that she’d take this opportunity to invite her to the cookout. But instead of texting her back, Tangie called her.
“Hello?” Cynthia answered.
“Hey, girl, what you up to?”
“Not a damn thing. I was wondering if you wanted to kick it tonight.”
“Sorry, girl, I promised Antwan I was gonna spend a little quality time with him, if you know what I mean,” she lied.
“Oh, I feel you on that one, girl. We can hook up some other time then.”
“Hey, while I got you on the phone though, I wanted to invite you to a cookout I’m giving. It’s for Antwan’s birthday.”
“Umm, I don’t know, girl. I’ll have to see if I can get somebody to babysit my son.”
There was a momentary awkward silence on the phone. Cynthia was waiting to see if Tangie was going to tell her she could just bring her son with her. Tangie, on the other hand, was debating if she should break her “no kids” rule for someone she’d just met. After carefully considering it, Tangie decided that if she was going to become friends with Cynthia, she could afford to break her rule this one time. But first, there was something she needed to know.
“Tell you what. Does your son like to watch cartoons?”
“Does he like to watch cartoons? Girl, that’s all he likes to do,” Cynthia laughed.
“Cool. Bring him on over and we can sit him in front of the television while we in the backyard doing grown-up shit. If you want, you can even bring a guest. I mean, if his father is still in the picture, you can—”
“Hell nah, that bastard ain’t still in the picture! Wherever he’s at, I hope the son of a bitch is pushing up daisies!”
“Damn, girl, sorry I fuckin’ asked.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Tangie. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just get so frustrated talkin’ ’bout that punk muthafucka sometimes.”
“I know the feeling, girl. Most of these niggas ain’t shit. But come on through. That way I can introduce you to my homegirl Veronica.”
“That’s cool. I’ma clear my schedule and make sure that I can make it.”