LIA THOMPSON
“Girllllll , I finally caught this nigga slippin’,” I bragged to my best friend, Jailene , on the Facetime call that I’d placed to her.
Mr . Man had just left about five minutes ago. After locking up, then going in the kitchen to get something to drink and a couple of snacks, I hightailed it upstairs to my bedroom, and damn break broke my fingers trying to place the call to Jailene and share what I’d accomplished tonight. Now , although it was four of us in the group, Jailene and I had a lot of the same ways, and the two of us were the least mature. That probably had a lot to do with the fact that we weren’t parents yet like Crissa and Tamica . So , we often found a lot of shit funny that Crissa and Tamica normally wouldn’t, which is why I didn’t call them with the tea that I was about to hit Jailene with. They would just judge me and say that I wasn’t right for doing what I’d just done.
“Awwww , shitt. He fucked you raw?” Jailene asked, and that question had me laughing.
“Girl , no. I wish, but you know Mr . Man isn’t that much of a damn fool. Look at what I just texted you. You not around nobody, are you?” I asked.
“Girl , no. I’m at home in bed. Aww , shit, let me mentally prepare myself,” she responded.
I laughed again because I already knew she would go crazy once she saw what I’d sent to her phone. I sat up in bed, waiting on pins and needles, eager to see her reaction.
“Oh , my Goodddd ! Lia , what the fuck! That is a horse dick. Shittttt !” she screamed after seeing the pictures and a couple of the nude videos of Mr . Man .
A few minutes ago, when he was standing at the foot of the bed after getting out of the shower, he was so wrapped up in the text message that he lied and said came from his son that he wasn’t paying attention to me recording him and taking pictures. The second he dropped that towel, my slick ass took as many pictures and videos of him as I could, and he never even peeped what I was doing.
“Damn . You going to leak them?” she asked.
“Only if he pisses me off, which I’m sure he will within the next couple of weeks,” I vented.
“Girlllll , you know I’m with all that shit, but you know if you leak his nudes, he’s going to stop fuckin’ with you, right?” Jailene warned.
“I know, but Jailene , I swear I don’t even care. That dick on Dionte is so damn good, but I’m tired of being disrespected. I mean, he fucked me for an hour straight. I lost count of the number of times I came. Don’t get me wrong, Dionte always fucks me good, but tonight, I swear it was different. It’s like he was picturing that I was somebody else, and I already know he had his mind on his ex-wife.
“That man has never kissed on me like that during sex, stroked me like that, and gave me all them rounds. At the most, I’ll cum about two times, he’ll get his one, and then he’s out the door. He cannot expect to keep fuckin me like that, getting my feelings involved, and then just dipping on me. He’s proven to me time and time again that all I am to him is just pussy, and girl, I’m sick of that shit. If I gotta worry about him no longer fuckin’ with me for exposing his nudes, I won’t even care. It is what it is,” I vented.
“I hear you. You’re so beautiful, Lia , and you know you can easily have any nigga you want. That shit you be putting up with from Mr . Man , you know you don’t have to. I don’t care how much damn money that nigga has; your ass deserves much better than what he dishes out to you. Girl , if you upload them nudes, though, I think any hope of him and Serenity getting back together might just end with that. Not to throw this shit in your face, but it’s lowkey kind of obvious that the two of them still deeply love each other. Of course, she knows her ex-husband is fuckin’ around with other women, but to actually see that shit with her own eyes, and for his nudes to be circulating around the damn internet, that might be too much for her to handle. Just make sure you have your gun on you when that nigga comes beating down your damn door,” she finished.
I laughed at the last part of her statement, already knowing how crazy Dionte’s ass could be.
We lingered on the conversation for a while longer, and then I ended the call, letting her know I would just hit her back in the morning because I was tired. I placed my phone on the charger and the snacks that I had been eating, along with my water, on the nightstand. I swear, his intoxicating cologne still lingered in my bedroom, even though he wasn’t there. The pillow that he had his head resting on when we took it to the bed, and I got on top, was the one I rested my head on, getting lost in his smell.
I would have given anything to have him still be in bed with me, arms wrapped around me, spooning me from behind as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how much he loved me and how good my pussy was. Instead , the nigga had already peeled off en route to his home, where he would probably dream about the next woman while I lay there, dreaming about him.