Chapter 29
Cooley turned off the phone’s ringer. For some reason the phone had been ringing off the hook all morning. She knew that she was going to have a bad day; she hated getting her period.
Around noon there was a loud bang at the door. Cooley opened her eyes to see the door opening.
“Why the hell have you not been answering the phone?” Carmen stormed in the room, holding a bunch of newspapers. Nic walked in behind her, bringing in stacks of newspapers from the hallway.
“Girl, you know how I am when I am cramping.” Cooley turned back over. She felt like it was her punishment to make sure she always remembered that she was still a girl. Ever since she was a young girl she had really bad cramps. She actually had to take birth control to help with her menstrual cycle, but stopped because it was making her gain weight.
“Oh, I forgot. But, Cooley, baby, something really bad has happened.”
Cooley turned back around to see a very serious look on Carmen’s and Nic’s faces.
“What did y’all do, steal all the damn papers?” Cooley said, noticing all the stacks of the school newspapers.
“Pretty much, and you’ll see why.” Nic handed Cooley a copy of the paper.
She opened it and gasped. “What the fuck!” Cooley couldn’t believe the full page ad with a big picture of her.
THE KILLA CAP COULD KILL FOR REAL
Carla “Killa Cap Cooley” Tate gives herpes to women on campus. Those hours of oral satisfaction can lead to a lifetime of pain. If you have been involved with Carla Tate, make an appointment at the health clinic immediately.
Cooley crushed the paper with her hands. Her heart was beating fast, and she could feel the rage starting to boil. Carmen could see the look on her friend’s face; she quickly tried to intervene.
“Cooley, we got as many as we could. I don’t know who did it, but I’m going to try to find out.”
Cooley wouldn’t respond. She just stared at the same place, with the paper balled up in one hand and the other hand balled into a fist.
“Who the fuck did this shit?” Cooley said in a very angry voice.
Carmen hadn’t heard her sound like that since she beat up Tameka the year before.
Just then there was a bang on the door.
“Cooley, we know you’re in there, so bring your tired ass out!” some girl yelled.
Nic turned around and looked at the door. Cooley’s eyes widened.
“Cooley, hide!” Carmen yelled. “I’ll get rid of them.”
Cooley hid in the closet as Carmen headed to the door. Nic walked behind Carmen, in case someone tried something.
There were six girls standing outside, all with looks of hatred on their faces.
“Y’all might as well go away ’cause Cooley is not here, and so you know, the shit is not true. Someone is setting her up.”
“How you know, Carmen? Why would someone just make this shit up?” one of the girls named Jameka questioned.
Carmen remembered Jameka. She always would try to get Carmen to hook her up with Cooley.
“’Cause that’s my best friend. The girl gets tested all the time. She doesn’t have any diseases. Go to the clinic and see for yourself.”
The girls all started yelling. They didn’t like the idea of going to the student health center.
Nic put her arm on Carmen to assure her that she had her back. The girls were becoming more restless each minute.
Cooley heard all of the commotion and realized that she needed to face her past. She walked outside.
“Man, y’all all need to calm down. I don’t have no damn herpes. If I did, all of you would have had symptoms by now. I haven’t fucked with any of you in ages.”
All the girls still continued to yell.
Carmen realized that the girls were no longer concerned with the herpes, but the fact that Cooley had sex with all of them and left them alone.
“Why you gotta do us like that, Cooley?”
“I really liked you, Cooley.”
“You’re nothing but a ho!”
“That bitch you with ain’t got shit on me!”
Each girl had something different to say. Cooley just stood there and let them all yell and scream at her. She didn’t react until one of the girls smacked her across her face. Everyone immediately became silent.
Cooley lowered her head and started to laugh.
“Man, I am done. My bad if I hurt any of y’all. I don’t have no diseases, and that’s all I’m saying. Holla.” Cooley turned around and closed the door to the room.
A few more comments were made, and a few more knocks on the door, but soon everything died down.
“I can’t believe this shit is going down,” Cooley said as she paced the floor. “These bitches up here really don’t want to see a nigga happy.” Cooley stopped walking and turned to Carmen. “Damn, damn!” She yelled as she headed to her phone.
“What is it?” Carmen asked as Cooley frantically dialed numbers on her phone.
“Shit, she’s not answering!” Cooley slammed the phone down. “Misha is probably freaking out if she read that.” Cooley began to put her sweat suit on. “I gotta go find her.” She jumped up and headed to the door.
As soon as she opened it, Misha was standing there.
“What’s wrong with you? I thought you had cramps?” Misha said as she walked into the room.
Cooley was confused. Maybe she hadn’t read the paper.
Misha sat down on Cooley’s bed. “So, where are you headed to?”
Carmen and Nic looked at each other; they were wondering the same thing as well.
Misha looked down at the stack of papers they’d brought up. “Damn, did y’all steal all the school papers or something?” She laughed. “I’m guessing you were trying to save Cooley’s dumb ass, huh.” She looked over at Cooley, who was still standing at the door.
“So, you do know?” Carmen asked Misha.
“Yeah, I know. I knew early this morning when one of my friends on the paper called me.”
Cooley started to walk toward Misha. “Baby, I promise it’s all lies; I don’t have no herpes.”
Misha quickly cut Cooley off. “Carla, I know that you don’t have herpes. I went to the clinic first thing this morning when she called me. So, who is Cynthia Lewis?”
Cooley was still shocked. “I don’t know any Cyn—”
Before she could finish, Carmen threw a pillow at her.
“Fool, it’s that psycho bitch you were rooming with at the beginning of the year. How the hell do I know the girls you have fucked and you don’t!” Carmen was annoyed by Cooley’s behavior. “You know what, Cooley, that is fucked up. You could easily end up with something and never know it ’cause your dumb ass was fucking any piece of pussy that came your way!”
Cooley stood in her spot and lowered her head. She knew Carmen was right and wondered how Misha felt about her past lifestyle.
“Come on, baby, that was in her past, this is the present. She is with Misha, and I think it’s good that she can put that past shit behind her,” Nic added. She wanted to help Cooley out some.
“Yeah, man, thanks. For real, I know I was fucking a lot of girls, but that was the old me. I have changed.” Cooley looked at Misha. “It only took the right woman.”
Misha lowered her head. “Cooley, this shit is still getting out of hand. This Cynthia girl has two more ads coming out this week.”
“Are you serious? That’s crazy. That bitch is losing it,” Carmen said as her phone rang. She quickly answered it. “Yeah, what’s up? Oh really, okay. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
“Carmen, you have to go somewhere?” Nic asked her. She sounded disappointed.
“Yeah, I have some business I totally forgot about, but I will be back later. You want me to call you when I get back?”
“Yeah, then we can go grab a bite to eat or something,” Nic answered.
“Cool.” She hugged Nic.
Nic left the room, and Carmen started to look for an outfit.
“Okay, so, where are you really heading off too?” Cooley asked her, knowing she was lying about the business.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said as she pulled out a black shirt.
“Yeah, okay, whatever. Carmen, don’t fuck around and mess up a good thing.” Cooley knew Carmen was up to something.
“I’m not, I promise. Now, you stay here and work on your relationship with my soon-to-be sister.” Carmen smiled and headed out the door.
Misha and Cooley sat on Cooley’s bed and looked at each other. Misha lowered her head.
Cooley knew everything was crashing in on her.
“Misha, baby, I will do whatever you need me to do. I don’t want to lose you over some bullshit.”
“Cooley, I am not going anywhere, but I keep hoping these girls will grow up and leave us alone. It’s getting out of hand.” Misha laid her head on Cooley. “I have a lot going on in my life right now, and I can’t deal with all this unnecessary baggage.”
“I feel you, boo. I will try to work on the shit, make sure it stays away from you. Okay?”
“All right, Carla. I trust you, remember that, okay.”
“I know and I will.” Cooley kissed Misha. Cooley felt a cramp coming on and laid down in her bed.
Misha crawled into bed with her.
“This is nice,” Cooley said pulling Misha close to her.
Cooley looked around Misha’s room. She had more of her things in Misha’s room than in her own. The drama from the ads had finally died down. Cooley had countered the original ad by placing her own ad against Cynthia. Cooley could tell the whole situation was still bothering Misha.
“Mish, are you okay?”
Misha looked up from her book. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“’Cause, man, you been actin’ a little funny since that shit with the paper last week. I wanna make sure you’re cool.”
Misha sighed. “Carla, I’m okay. I just think you’re holding out on me.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t think you are truly giving it your all. I feel like you are still holding out emotionally.”
“Baby, I don’t know what you want me to do, I’m willing to do anything for ya.” Cooley placed her arms around Misha.
“Anything?” Misha kissed Cooley. She began to pull Cooley’s sweatpants down. She pulled Cooley’s boxers down and pushed her on the bed.
“What the fuck?” Cooley tried to cover her body up. “Naw, Misha, I don’t get down like this.” No one had ever touched Cooley’s womanhood. It was something that just wasn’t done.
“Cooley, stop tripping. Why the hell you always got to do everything? I am a lesbian and I like to eat pussy too.” Misha attempted to spread Cooley’s legs.
Cooley was mortified. She looked at it as a sign of weakness. She had never let anyone sex her or let anyone get close to it, and now that was being threatened. “Misha!”
“Cooley, I love you, and you say you love me. Well, you got to get off that man shit because, boo, you are a woman! Now, let me show my woman how much I love her.” Misha started to put her head in Cooley’s vagina when Cooley grabbed it.
“Misha, please.” Cooley felt her body trembling.
Misha could feel it too. “Carla, I love you.” Misha tenderly laid a kiss on Cooley.
Cooley pulled back and looked into Misha’s eyes. Her whole body felt warm. She knew she loved Misha. Letting her do this was a new way of letting go for Cooley.
She nervously laid back, closed her eyes, and let Misha go to work. She could feel Misha’s tongue working her magic, as her body began to tremble. She felt uneasy in this new position, but as Cooley surrendered, she felt her hard demeanor crumbling in front of her.
Misha caressed Cooley with her hands as she continued to stroke Cooley’s quivering clit.
Her touch sent chills throughout Cooley’s unrelenting body. And then, finally it happened. She just let go and felt the orgasm release sending shock waves all over her.
Misha stroked Cooley’s inner thighs as the tremors continued to rock her. She pulled softly at the tuft of hair that covered her pussy and licked at the sweet juices that curled around its wisps.
Slowly, Misha took her finger and rubbed it against Cooley, about to insert it, but Cooley grabbed her hand.
“Damn, Misha. Hell no, that is not happening!” Cooley sprung up from the bed. The moment was lost. The vulnerability she felt was too overwhelming. She grabbed her manhood and strapped it on. “Now, don’t you owe me?” she demanded.
Misha sighed and got on her knees. She inserted Cooley’s manhood in her mouth and began to suck it. Cooley let out a moan. “What the hell do you get out of this?” Misha stopped and asked.
“Man, you will never understand.” She motioned for Misha to continue. Taking Misha’s head in the palm of her hand, she pulled it toward her manhood. Cooley stroked in and out of Misha’s mouth with it. She could feel it pushing against the back of her throat.
Cooley nodded. “Yeah. That’s right. Suck it, baby, suck it.” She watched as the girl sucked her strap like she was trying to suck a thick milkshake out of a straw. Cooley felt the warmth of her cum wetting the back of her strap. She was back in the driver’s seat.