Nina
“E-vee . . . E-vee, baby . . . come on, ma, open the door. How you say it in Spanish? Abra, aba, some shit like that.” Bas chuckled as he tried to turn the knob to Eva’s locked door. “Don’t be like this, lil ma. I know you liked it. The way you came all over my dick . . . Twice.” Bas gripped himself, feeling himself harden.
“Umph, that pussy was tight. I can’t wait to get you and your mama in the bed together for some family time.” He laughed.
Eva shivered. She sat on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest, rocking back and forth. She had been locked in her room all day since she heard Bas come in. He banged on the door and made her jump.
“Eva! Stop playin’ with me and open the door,” Bas bassed, his rock hard dick making him impatient. “If I have to break it down, you’ll be sorry,” he sang in a mocking manner.
Eva began to sob.
“I’ma go fuck the shit out of yo’ mama, and when I come back, if this door ain’t open and you ain’t butt naked on the bed, then I’ma teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” he threatened.
Eva listened to his receding footsteps on the hardwood floor, feeling a strange mix of relief and mounting fear. She was in a panic. Her life seemed to be spiraling out of control. Everything was topsy-turvy. She couldn’t stand to face the future that her mind was telling her was awaiting her. Death would be better.
Death.
The decision to commit suicide isn’t one you think about, it’s something you just do. It is not a solution, it is the only solution. At that moment, death called out to Eva like a magnet to metal. Had she had a gun, she wouldn’t have hesitated to blow her own brains out. Eva jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Lord, forgive me, but if you can’t save me, please don’t blame me for saving myself,” she prayed between sobs.
She snatched open the medicine cabinet, looking for something, anything to put her out of her misery, but she found nothing that would do the job. Frustrated, she slammed the cabinet and looked at herself in the mirror.
“I hate you! I hate you! Why don’t you just die?” she bellowed, slamming both fists against the cabinet. She dislodged the flimsy wooden box into the sink, shattering the mirror into jagged pieces.
One particularly sharp piece winked up at her, reflecting her image back at her. She picked it up and climbed into the empty tub. She gripped the glass, then turned her right wrist up.
“It’s the only way,” she mumbled, then winced as the cool, razor-sharp edge bit into her skin and blood ran free.
Eva dropped the glass, feeling a soothing sensation taking over, like all her burdens were seeping away like the blood in her veins. Her eyes fluttered, the tears fell, and she began to drift . . .
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her throat. Her eyes popped open, and she looked into the face of . . .
Herself?
Eva couldn’t believe her eyes, but she was clearly looking at herself choking her other self to death. She would’ve thought it was a dream, but she could feel the cold, slender fingers squeezing the life out of her. She clawed at her own hands, desperately trying to loosen the grip.
“Oh, now you want to live, eh?” The other Eva laughed.
Eva kicked and thrashed, but the bolder, stronger Eva had her pinned.
“I’m sorry, ma-ma . . . but this is the only way,” she told the fragile Eva.
It was the last thing she heard before Eva got totally weak and stopped clawing, stopped struggling, and eventually . . . leapt up from the tub and looked around. She was all alone.
She smiled. The Eva who was not Eva looked down at her bleeding wrist.
“The bitch couldn’t even kill herself right.” She snickered, eyeing the blood running down her arm.
The slice across her wrist was deep enough to bleed profusely but not deep enough to severe the vein. She got out of the tub, then wrapped a towel around her wrist tightly. Glancing in the sink, she picked up another jagged edge, admiring herself in it.
“Goddamn, you sexy,” she purred, fluffing her hair with a giggle.
She held the broken glass in one hand and pulled her oversized T-shirt over her head with the other, leaving herself completely naked as she entered her bedroom. She dropped the shirt as she went, unlocked her bedroom door, and came back and lay on the bed. Bunching the pillow up behind her head and keeping both hands under the pillow, she rested spread eagle.
Several minutes later, she heard his approaching footsteps.
“Now we play my game,” she whispered with a smirk.
The doorknob turned and Bas entered wearing nothing but his boxers and a lecherous grin. “I’m glad to see you came to your senses,” he remarked.
“No . . . I just came,” she retorted playfully, lifting her leg to reveal the juices glistening on her inner thigh.
Bas pulled his massive meat from his boxers and began squeezing it lustfully as he approached. “I knew you wanted this, you filthy fuckin’ tease.”
Seductively she bit her bottom lip and nodded, all the while watching him with the eyes of a panther. Bas slid up between her legs, licking along her calf and thigh. He ran his tongue along the lips of her pussy, lapping up the excess juices and making her squirm.
“Mmmm, don’t tease me, daddy. Just gimme that great big dick,” she groaned.
Bas lifted up, positioning his dick to penetrate. Without warning, she wrapped her legs around his back tightly and flipped him over until she was sitting on top of him. One hand she kept pressed on his forehead, and the other gripped the piece of glass she had to his throat. When Bas realized what she had to his neck, he flinched.
“Bit—”
“Uh uh uhhhn, I wouldn’t do it if I were you,” she sang sweetly, the whole time rolling her hips on his rock-hard dick. “The jugular is extremely vulnerable once it’s punctured . . .” She shook her head.
Heated, Bas was fuming. This young bitch had the nerve to threaten him, but the feeling of her wet pussy gyrating on his shaft had his head fucked up. It was like being hot and cold at the same time just like she knew it would.
“You know what I’m about to do? I’m fixin’ to shave mister,” she sang in a syrupy southern drawl that had Bas instantly thinking of The Color Purple.
“Bitch, you crazy!” he spat.
She smirked. “No, I’m serious. Don’t ever threaten me again. Whatever you gonna do, just do it, but the next time you threaten me, you better kill me,” she warned, looking him dead in his eyes.
Bas was not a man who knew fear, so he was far from scared. But he could see that she was definitely serious.
“You—” he started to say. But she smothered his mouth with a suffocating kiss, as if she was trying to suck the air from his lungs, while at the same time she shifted her hips and rocked back, taking every inch of his huge dick.
“Fuck!” he grunted, because her pussy felt so good when he felt her contracting walls.
“Oh, you like that, baby? Huh? Tell me you like that,” she panted, bouncing on his dick, hard and steady.
“Hell yeah, I like it,” Bas exclaimed, gripping her hips and guiding her into every thrust.
She leaned back, grabbing his thighs then pulling her legs from under her so she was squatting on his dick. The sensation of the move shot electric bolts all through his body, curling his toes. No bitch had rode his dick so well, it damn near had his eyes rolled up in the back of his head.
With a snarl in her lip, she watched him. She took her foot and ran it along his chest then across his lips. He opened his mouth and began sucking her big toe.
“Oh shit, I’m about to bust!” he howled, fucking faster and faster, bouncing her harder and harder until he exploded. His body shuddered with chills.
“Goddamn, Eva, that pussy like gold!”
She smiled as she shifted, putting her legs back under her and leaning forward, until her lips brushed his.
“Don’t call me that . . . call me by my middle name,” she cooed, still squeezing her pussy muscles around his semi-erect dick.
Every squeeze made him convulse in the pelvis.
“Shit, chill, chill, chill . . . what’s your middle name?”
“Nina.”
“Nina,” he echoed with a satisfied smile. His eyes fluttered shut, and his head got heavy on her pillow. Before he knew it, he was out.
Nina smiled and got off him. She headed out the door and down the hallway, ass jiggling. Once she came to her mother’s door, she knocked, and then opened it to find Mel sitting up on the bed watching TV.
Mel’s mouth dropped at the sight of Nina standing in her doorway.
“Please come and get your man out of my bed . . . he doesn’t want to leave,” Nina said with a sassy smirk, before turning and walking away.