Chapter 2
“So this chick’s mom calls you and tells you not to bring anything?”
“Yeah, she said that she was taking care of everything. Hell, it’s a blessing ’cause you know I’ma broke ass. And with Mema being in the hospital, things are real tight.”
“Carla, Dee!” A voice echoed across the yard.
“I know someone did not just call my government name out like that,” Cooley said.
Denise and Cooley turned around to see a thick, brownskinned woman running up to them.
“Damn! A hello would be nice,” Carmen said as she caught up with her two friends. She laughed as their mouths dropped open.
“Carmen? Damn, girl!” Denise said, hugging her. “You had the surgery.”
“Yeah, I did. Damn, Carla, are you just going to stare?” Carmen said, watching Cooley finally snap back to reality.
“Shit, girl, I can’t believe it’s really you. You look damn good,” Cooley said.
“Thank you, baby.” Carmen hugged Cooley; she was so glad they both approved.
As the three walked into the dorm, Carmen noticed the stares toward Cooley, who seemed to be oblivious to the looks people were giving her.
Denise noticed people frowning and whispering. It had become a part of her life that she just had to ignore. They checked in and received their keys.
Two girls walked past Cooley and winked.
“Damn, I am going to have a ball with these curious-ass freshmen.” Cooley smiled.
“Cooley, can we have a drama-free year?” Carmen asked as they got on the elevator.
“I already asked her that,” Denise added.
“Whatever. I am going to be better this year. No straight girls this year.”
Denise and Carmen looked at each other, knowing that Cooley was lying.
“Damn, can y’all have a little faith in your boy?”
“Well, I really hope you do. You heard about Pauline running Ronnie over with her car?” Carmen said.
“Get the fuck out of here. When?”
“Well, I don’t know all of the details, but this is what I was told. We all knew that Ronnie was a ho. Well, Pauline had been dealing with her ass for three years, and I guess she hit her breaking point. Pauline caught her coming out of the other chick’s apartment and ran her ass over.”
“She’s right,” Denise said. “She can’t play basketball no more ’cause of it.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Okay, I’ma be better, I promise. And as far as you, Carmen, you better not turn into a freak ho. I don’t approve of that tight-ass skirt you have on.”
Carmen laughed. She loved how overprotective Denise and Cooley were over her. “Whatever, this is my floor. See y’all tonight at nine. Let’s go to the jam together. I’ll come to your room, Carla, and then we will go to Dee’s room”
“Carmen, quit calling me that shit. You know I am incognito,” Cooley said.
Carmen blew a kiss right before the door closed. She headed to her room ready for her new start.
Denise heard the sound of Floetry coming from her room. She was already digging her roommate. Her mouth dropped when she opened the door. The word Juicy was the first thing she saw on the girl standing in a chair, pulling down some curtains.
Cooley is not going to believe this, she thought to herself as she stared at the girl’s round ass. Denise noticed the chair beginning to wobble.
“Whoa!” Lena yelled as the chair slid from under her.
Denise caught her. Her heart was beating fast; she didn’t know if it was adrenaline or the fact that she had the sexy girl in her arms. “Um, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I am. Thanks for catching me.”
Denise looked at Lena’s face; she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. “Um, I guess you must be my roommate.” Denise realized she was still holding on to Lena. “Oh shit, my bad. Yeah, I am Denise, but most folks call me Dee.”
“I am Lena.”
They shook hands.
“Um, I hope you like the room. My mom went a little overboard.”
Since Lena’s body was the only thing on Denise’s mind, she didn’t realize the room was different until then. “Oh my God, this is amazing. Is that a flat-screen? We have a flat-screen in our room!” Denise realized how corny she sounded. She walked over to her bed and began to unpack. “This is real cool.”
“I am glad you like it.”
“Oh, so you play basketball, I guess.” Lena picked up Denise’s ball and attempted to dribble it.
“Yeah, and I guess you don’t.”
They both laughed.
“No, I don’t, my boyfriend does, and he plays for the school.”
Denise’s fairytale of sexing Lena all night long quickly faded. If it was one thing she didn’t do, it was mess with girls who were straight, curious, or bisexual.
“For real? What’s his name?” She really didn’t care.
“Brandon Redding.”
Denise’s dream really faded, making Lena no more than another regular girl. Brandon Redding was one of the best players on the team, if not the best. She knew Lena wasn’t going anywhere.
“Really, man, he’s a great player. I’m sure he’s gonna go pro.” Denise put her clothes in her closet.
“Yeah, I think he is. He hopes he is. So does your man play ball?”
The question caught Denise off guard. She wondered if Lena was asking to find out if she was gay, or if she really had no idea she was.
“Um, no, I am single,” Denise said as she unpacked the rest of her things. She wanted to give Lena a little more time to get to know her. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to give up her room or her fine roommate.
“What’s that?” Carmen’s large roommate pointed to her rainbow pride flag. “Isn’t that like a gay thing?”
“Um, yeah, actually it is. I am a lesbian. I hope that is okay.”
Carmen knew by the look on her roommate’s face that it wasn’t. She hated when women acted crazy because she was gay.
“Um, I’m not comfortable rooming with a lesbian.”
“Oh well, I am sorry you feel like that. I am sure we could come up with some ground rules or something.”
“No. I am not living with a gay girl. Sorry.”
Carmen decided not to fight it. “Well, I am sorry, but I’m sure, if you hurry, there are still some rooms left.”
The large girl folded her arms. “Why am I moving out? I was here first.”
“But I was here last year. It still has my refrigerator in here.”
“I shouldn’t have to be the one to leave.”
“You’re the one with the problem.” Carmen took a deep breath, hoping to keep her cool. She continued to unpack her clothes.
The girl grabbed her ringing phone. “Hey, girl. Yeah, I am packing. They roomed me with a dyke.”
“Hold up, you are not going to disrespect me in this room!” Carmen said, losing her cool.
“I am on the phone and I am not talking to you!” The girl grabbed her bags.
“I don’t give a fuck who you talking to. You not gon’ disrespect me in this room! Now, ’cause your ass has a problem, that is not my fault, especially since you have nothing to worry about. You ain’t shit I would ever look at.”
“Whatever. Fuck you, dyke!”
“Bitch, you better step the fuck out before some shit goes down for real!” Carmen opened the door as the girl stormed out. She felt her heart pounding.
Carmen needed to calm down. She grabbed her stuff to take a shower.
Carmen got out of the shower with her original attitude back. She was not going to let the girl upset her. As she put her clothes on hangers and hung them up, her heart dropped when she noticed a picture of her and her ex, Tameka, in the bottom of her closet. It had been left from last semester.
Emotions flooded back as she glanced into the past. Tameka still looked good, and she was that fat girl again. She remembered the good times, when Tameka made her feel special. Suddenly she wanted to cry when the memory of catching Tameka in their bed with another girl came back. She tore the picture into pieces.
“No, Carmen, you are not going to let this happen again.” She took a deep breath and began to get dressed.
Carmen looked at herself in the mirror. Suddenly the black halter wasn’t looking too good anymore. She grabbed a purple top, put it on, and turned to the side. It didn’t work either; it made her look fat. After changing five more times, she settled for the original black halter with a black denim skirt. Black was slimming, after all.
She put on her sandals and looked in the mirror again. She fixed her hair. If it was one thing that she loved, it was her hair. She was blessed with thick, long, manageable hair. She added her accessories and looked in the mirror again.
“Oh yeah, now I look right.” She smiled, and headed out the door ready to find Ms. Right.
“Damn!” Cooley said as she walked into her room to find a beautiful naked girl laying on her bed. “Damn, my bad,” Cooley turned her face from her naked roommate. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think . . . I mean . . . look, um . . .”
The girl stood up and walked toward Cooley. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I am very secure with my body. I hope you don’t mind.”
Cooley didn’t mind. Her roommate was sexy and fine, and she had no problem looking at her big breasts anytime.
“Oh, I’m okay, I just want you to know that I am gay, so I, um, just wanted to put that out there, so you will know and feel comfortable.” She put her things on her bed, trying not to look at the butt on her new roommate.
The girl stood up. Her vagina was shaved with a landing strip. There was not an inch of loose fat on her body. Her breasts had to be a C or D, and her ass was nice and right.
“Oh, I know you’re gay. I know a lot about you, Carla ‘Killa Cap’ Montgomery.”
Cooley was shocked; she had never seen this girl a day in her life.
“How do you know me? Aren’t you a freshman?”
“Oh, I’ve been watching you for a while. I see you in the club sometimes. I actually got a job this summer in the housing department just so I could make sure that we were roommates.”
“Wooorrdddd?” Cooley didn’t know what to do.
The girl walked up to her and started kissing her on her neck.
“Hold up, shorty. Slow your roll. I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Cynthia. Now how about you come over here and show me how killa that cap is.” The girl lay down on her bed and spread her legs.
“Wait a minute, girl. You really trying to get down like this the first day? What about the rest of the year? We do live together now.”
“Yes, and I plan on making every day count. Cooley, I have wanted you for too long and I can’t wait any longer. Please come and take me, baby, you know you want it.”
Cooley couldn’t resist; Cynthia was looking too good, and she could see just how wet she was becoming. She walked over to her bed and placed her fingers in Cynthia’s vagina; she was dripping wet.
Cooley walked over to her bags and grabbed a leather case. She pulled out what she called her “man,” her strap-on harness with her various size dildos. She already had her ten-inch strapped in. She kept smaller ones, in case a girl couldn’t handle her big man. She walked back over to Cynthia.
“So, I’m about to get some of that killa head I’ve heard so much about?” Cynthia said excitedly.
Cooley shook her head. “Boo, I got to know you a little bit more for that,” she said as she fingered Cynthia a little bit more. Cooley had made a promise to herself not to go down on as many women. One of her associates went down on a girl she met at the club and came back up with sores all over her mouth. “But trust me you will enjoy this.”
Cooley pulled Cynthia’s legs, causing her to scoot to the bottom of the bed. Cooley licked on her large breasts as she began to fuck her.
Cynthia purred when the head entered her. “Oh, this will always be your pussy, baby,” she whispered in ecstasy.
An hour later Cynthia was about to climax for the second time when Cooley stopped hitting it from the back.
“Please, Cool, let me get a sample of the killa. Please, baby.”
“Naw, shawty, not today.”
Cynthia pulled her legs all the way to her head. “Please, baby, just a taste. It’s calling you.”
Cooley looked at Cynthia’s pussy. It was throbbing for her. She placed her finger in the warm wetness of Cynthia’s walls.
Cynthia continued to beg.
“I guess a little sample won’t hurt.” Cooley dove into Cynthia’s pussy and began to devour her like she was her last meal. Cynthia’s body quivered in delight. She screamed for more. Cooley obliged.
Thirty minutes later Cynthia’s moans were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
“Shit, I forgot about the damn party. Put some clothes on,” Cooley said, knowing it was Carmen at the door. She hadn’t even unpacked her bags. “My friend is supposed to meet me here to go to the welcome back party.”
“Well, why don’t you get rid of her so you can get back into me?”
It was tempting, but Cooley resisted. “Naw, girl. I mean, hell, we live together. There will be plenty of time for me to finish stroking your ass. Now can you put some clothes on?”
Cynthia got up with an attitude and put on her robe.
Cooley opened the door to find Carmen standing there; she still couldn’t get over how good Carmen looked.
“Damn, Carmen. You trying to catch you something tonight huh?” Cooley asked Carmen as she walked into the room.
“Something like that,” Carmen replied. She smelled sex in the air and she turned around and gave Cooley her “I know you didn’t” look.
Cooley just grinned.
Cynthia, not knowing if Carmen was competition, started to size her up immediately. “Um, hello, I am Cynthia.”
“Oh, hi. I’m Carmen, Cooley’s sister. How are you?” Carmen said trying not to laugh.
“I’m good. Well, anyway, I’m going to take a shower, and I’ll see you tonight at the party, baby.” She walked past Cooley and kissed her on her jaw.
As soon as the door closed Carmen slapped Cooley on the back of her head.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Damn, Carla, you haven’t known her twenty-four hours yet!”
Cooley pulled out the outfit she was going to wear. “Look, man, I tried, okay. I walked in the room and she was naked.”
“What?” Carmen never could understand why women did the things they did for Cooley. “Did she even know who you were?”
“Oh, yeah, she knew,” she said, checking her shirt for wrinkles before putting it on. “She got a job in the housing department so she could be my roommate. Said she was admiring me from my shows and shit at the club.”
“Cooley, did it ever occur to you that the bitch might be crazy. I mean, she got a job in housing just to sneak her way into being your roommate. That’s off the wall. It’s not like she’s ugly. Why wouldn’t she just hit you up at the club? And, damn, to throw her pussy at you like that . . . you need to start thinking with your head and not your strap.”
Cooley had never thought about that. The girl could be crazy and she just gave her some of her prized cap. She became worried. “Um, so, um, what’s your roommate like?”
Carmen sat in the chair. “What roommate? She moved out when she found out I was gay. The bitch almost made me get ghetto with her, and she was ugly as sin, thinking I was gonna try to get her.”
“Damn! For real? Well, how about I move in with you so you don’t have that problem again?”
“Hell no, Cooley. So you can have some bitch trying to cut my shit up, thinking we fucking!”
“No, it’s not like that. Plus, you can keep me out of trouble. I won’t even bring girls to the room, I promise. Come on, Carmen, it would be good for both of us. Help me grab my things so I can get upstairs and take a shower.”
Carmen thought about it. At least she knew she could trust Cooley. She agreed and helped her move her bags upstairs to her room.
“Damn, I bet Sara is gonna be mad that I moved out, huh?”
Cooley laughed at the thought of her roommate coming back from her shower and finding all her things gone. “Yeah, get ready for the first dose of drama tonight at the party, and for the record her name is Cynthia, not Sara.”