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Clean, both
Wanda and Al wandered out into the fresh air of the living.
They found the living room empty, heard giggling emanating from the kitchen and they gravitated to the happy couple in there.
Al interrupted their laughter. “Y’all cooking or making out? Shit, we hungry.
“Relax, big guy,” Ryan said. “Y’all coming up for air, should be hungry.”
Wanda smiled at Ryan handling the pots and pans. “Look at you, all domestic and shit. I am glad I didn’t pick you!”
“Ah, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“He is going to make someone a good wife,” Al added.
“Damn, what are y’all fraternal twins?”
Everyone then noticed what Ryan had saw...Wanda and Al were both wearing gray JBC T-shirts with the red, black and green school logo.
Kennita looked over her friend and could see too much leg. “Wow. I hope you have on some panties or something.”
“Maybe. Wanna see?”
“No, thanks.”
Wanda moved back in on Ryan. She said, “We eating soon? It smells really good.”
“Thanks. About five to seven minutes,” Ryan said, then turned to his boy, “And oh, since it’s we, help us set the table for dinner, pard’ner.”
“Oh, we got that. Ladies, go chill. Me and my homie got this from here.”
“You sure?” Kennita asked.
“Naw, we got it. Our treat.”
“Awesome,” Wanda said. She moved out and into the living room.
When the ladies were out of sight, Al leaned in and whispered, “We took a bath and a shower together, pimpin’.”
“Nice.”
“Was it nice? Was it? Yes, it was.”
Ryan nodded. He took out the plates, selected the best four glasses they had, and grabbed the silverware. He was thinking about how he was doing all the work.
“Son, you hear me? Honey got a head game like a fish. Shorty don’t come up for air until you do.”
Ryan grinned, considering Wanda blowing his boy well.
“Son, fuck that bitch Superhead. She was Aquahead. She did it underwater.”
“What? Say word?”
“Yes. Word. On some old, fake Jacuzzi shit. We was taking a both and shit, and blam! She bow down deep sea on me.”
They were giggling.
“I ain’t taking a bath in there for at least a month.”
“Son, but let me tell you? If you take a shower, though, you might slip on my jism.”
“That’s nasty, son, for real.”
“I am for real.”
Ryan chuckled. “You foul.”
“And you turning soft. She still playing you like a Spanish guitar?”
“Don’t you fret none about it.
“Fool, make a move.”
“Relax, okay? Why don’t you make the table since I cooked?”
“Playboy? You out your got damn mind. That’s what we got women here for. Let them do that.”
Ryan took the dishes out and set the table. He took in a sight of Kennita’s soft lips while she was talking to her friend. He admired how at ease she was with her friend. He considered that she had become cool with him through the night. Or at least he hoped she had. She turned to find him looking at her, and for the first time since he met her, she didn’t bristle at his stare. She instead offered him an inviting smile.
“Hey?” Al snapped his fingers across Ryan’s face and his boy was back at attention. “Quit dreaming and start the creaming.”
Ryan sighed deeply. He continued to set the table and finish cooking.
“What y'all out here doing, reading from the bible? Fool, make a move.”
“Relax, okay? I got this. She ain't like that. She's having a bad time.”
“Don't be a sucker, if she hanging with, er, what's her name, then she a freak.”
“You been banging old girl silly for like two hours and you forgot her name?”
“I ain’t got to say no real names to get her attention, homie. We in there doing anal. All that. Whatever. You feel me? You got to unleash it. Be a man about it.”
Ryan chuckled and shook his head.
“What, dog, you need me to help you?”
“What I say? Do you, I'll do me.”
Al slapped Ryan upside the head. “Yeah, you'll be doing yourself by yourself. But, player, I am grateful to the fullest. Honey got me right. Shit, her nose was touching my stomach.
“She on some love shit. She likes you on some boyfriend, girlfriend shit. But you can hit it. She feeling you, she just don’t trust right now. You know how to beat that D. Bronx, baby. You know, you can score on man-to-man or zone. Just keep running the ball, and then when her defense is worried about the ground game, throw the bomb.”
“Shut up.”
“What, you scared of her?”
“No. No, stupid.”
“You should have been hitting that. And stop trying to court her like you Greg Brady or something. Do like we do. Bring the Bronx in here.”
Ryan had to laugh.
The two men brought the food out.
“Bone apple teat,” Al announced as if he had done it all.
“Damn. Smells good. A gentleman, and he can cook. I am glad I didn’t pick you.”
Ryan nodded. “Ah. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. You are just what my friend needed,” Wanda smacked Kennita’s plump ass. “As you can see, she can eat.”
“Wanda?”
Al laughed.
“See. I picked the right one, baby.”
“Can we eat before y’all start up again?”
“Grub up!”
The foursome was quiet while they ate; except for the noise of Al scarfing down his food like a man fresh out of jail.
Kennita was eating at a steady pace, and when she got up for seconds, Wanda had to say something. “Damn, girl. You ate like a construction worker.”
Kennita blushed. The food was so good she could snatch that fool by the back of his neck and kiss him like he was going to get some.
“What you did to work up that kind of appetite,” Al asked.
“Y’all the ones working it out,” was all she could come back with.
And when she sat back down and glanced at Ryan he saw her. He saw in her eyes that she was thinking something good about him, even as she rolled them out of his sight. He felt a strike to his heart. She felt his eyes move down her throat to the curve of her breasts. She tried to say something sarcastic but could not bring out the words.
Wanda watched her friend’s eyes and then Ryan’s. She saw the connection and was glad.
The only time Al looked up from his plate was to locate his glass.
He paused, looked up from his plate for the first time in awhile, licked his fingers, and said, “Ryan! I hear you is pussy-whipped. You gotta turn that around. You got to whip the pussy. BANG BANG BANG!”
“Chill.”
“You gotta hit, hit it hard.”
“It’s not always all about just that, sorry.”
“Really? What is it about sometimes otherwise?”
“Naw, naw, let it be. You see they in love.” Wanda laughed.