If it Aint One Thing it's Another

Share had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when the phone rang. It was Petie. He was calling to let her know that he was on his way. Petie was a chocolate brotha with a six pack, a bunch of tattoos and a big dick. Yeah, he had a big gun. Share liked that.

She kept her feelings in check when it came to him or any other nigga. Niggas ain’t shit but money and dick. Get on your knees and suck my clit. That was her motto, so catching feelings was a no-no.

Share remembered that she didn’t douche. She had a variety of scents to choose from in her Summer’s Eve selection: baby powder, vinegar and water, mountain rain and floral. She decided on mountain rain. She opened it up and swoosh-swoosh. She always felt good after a douche. Keep that booty hole fresh, girl, she said to herself.

Share went into the bedroom and smoothed White Diamonds lotion all over her body and then sprayed some between her legs. Fresh just for you, baby boy. She knew Petie would be there any minute, ready to beat it up. Just thinking about it made her body jump. She had a heartbeat down there and he hadn’t even arrived yet. Damn, I’m open... slow down, breathe easy and remember he’s only a play thing. She’d told herself that a number of times, but her body just wouldn’t listen.

Petie called Share again to let her know that he had just parked the truck and to come downstairs and open the door for him. She’d thought about giving him keys, but she knew that would be the worst thing to do. That nigga would really think he was the boss if she did that. She let him be the boss in the bedroom; that was good enough.

Share didn’t take orders or demands from anybody; she was the boss. But there was something about Petie that made her weak. And she was scared of her feelings when it came to him. He was only her back-breaker, she kept telling herself. That was it and that was all. But her emotions kept making her feel otherwise.

She knew he would be downstairs by now, so she threw on a spandex cat suit along with her favorite animal slippers and ran downstairs. Petie liked to see her in a cat suit, and he particularly liked the front, where it would cut between her pussy lips. Share had fat lips on her chocolate box, and right now she was ready for him to suck her sweets.

Petie waited patiently on the steps of Share’s brownstone. She opened the door and stepped back into the foyer to let him in, and he gave her a pretty-ass smile that said, “You know I’m about to beat it.” She loved that smile. And she knew all of his looks and what they meant too. She also knew she would have to dead it before he hurt her; Petie was a heartbreaker who was not gonna leave his wife.

”Yeah, aiight.” Petie took off his coat, threw it on a chair in the living room and made two drinks for them. She knew he liked to drink and argue before he got at her. He was on it like that. He would think of something to be angry about and then take it out on her in bed. She liked that rough shit, and she did all the things wifey did-n’t do. That’s why his ass kept coming back.

The phone on her nightstand in the bedroom rang, and before Share could go and answer it, Petie rushed by her and snatched it up. ”Speak. Who dis?” he barked. Petie waited impatiently for a few seconds to find out who was calling. Then he said, ”Yeah, well, she’s busy.” And that was all Share heard before he pulled the phone’s cord out of the wall. Here we go. Now he’s got something to be angry about, she thought. ”Come up out of that cat suit!” Petie called out before ordering her into the bedroom.

Petie placed his drink on the nightstand as Share entered the bedroom. The first thing she noticed was the phone on the floor. She stepped out of her cat suit and picked up the phone. Seeing the plug disconnected from the jack she said, ”What the fuck you do to my phone?” Petie didn’t answer. He had taken off his shirt and was coming out of his jeans now, giving her a ‘You know what time it is’ look. Damn, she loved that look. This nigga...ah, man, I’m feeling his gangsta, she thought. Share never let Petie know how she truly felt about him, because then he would fuck everything up.

”A friend—and stop answering my phone. I don’t answer your phone—do I? All right then.” She knew the more shit she popped the more intense their encounter would be, so she kept poppin’ shit. And the more shit she popped the harder his dick got.

Share kept on and on. She got up in his grill, talking more shit. ”Yeah, nigga, I’m feelin’ gangsta—now what? Get it crunk!” she said, and he did. Before she could go on, Petie was biting her on the neck. He turned her around and started smacking his dick between her cheeks. He spit on her bumper and rubbed it on her hole. He called it his goodness. ”Ma, gimme my goodness,” he’d say. But tonight he was taking it. It was all right, though. He could do that; it was his. Share never let anybody else hit her there. Petie rubbed his fingers around her entry, massaging the hole. Every now and then he would stick his tongue inside, just to get her more ready.

Petie was so smooth and despite his large sized penis, he never ripped her. And he always talked her through it. ”Share, put your thumb in your mouth,” he said. ”Yeah, like that. Now relax, ma, daddy got you. Don’t run from me. Open up and let me in...yeah, that’s what’s up. Gimme my goodness.”

She felt him moving in deeper. ”Ooh, God, Petie...please,” she moaned. The head was the worst part, but once that got in it was a wrap. Share was on the floor on all fours with her back arched, her bumper at Petie’s waist level. But the more he pushed, the lower she got. He continued stroking, and her butt began making juices, allowing him to easily slide in and out of her.

Share climbed onto the bed and Petie followed, hitting her like he was on a hang glider. He was giving her full pressure now, and it was his turn to pop shit. “So who the fuck is Will, huh?” stroking her deeper each time he asked.

Oh, God, help me, Share thought. She couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like he was making a new hole that wasn’t supposed to be there. She fell flat on her stomach, hoping his gun would slip out—it didn’t. Petie was long and strong and when she fell, he fell right with her; there was no escaping...in and out, in and out.

”Please what, ma? Huh, please what? Answer me.” Before Share could respond, she was coming all over the place. Her pussy cat was soaking wet; it was like a waterfall. God, this nigga is gonna make me crazy, she thought.

Petie’s breathing quickened and he was stroking her long and hard again. He re-applied pressure, this time creating smacking noises each time he thrust himself inside of her. He pulled out and thrust himself back into her over and over again, until he finally fell on top of her, out of breath and kissing the back of her neck. “Whew! That’s what’s up, ma,” he said. He rolled off of her, gave her a long kiss, wiped the sweat off her face and then kissed her nose. Share turned over onto her back, crossed her legs and looked over at Petie. After a few moments she got up, grabbed her hairbrush from off the dresser and swept her hair back; Petie had sweated out her doobie.

Share walked to the living room and took Petie’s phone out of his coat pocket. She checked the missed calls to see if she recognized any of the numbers. Ha! Wifey had called only about three hundred times. She wished she knew his password so she could hear the messages. Don’t worry; I’m sending him home now, bitch, she thought. She hated the idea of him leaving to go home to her. She wondered if he dug wifey out the same way he did her. The thought made her sick. She knew who his wife was, but his wife did-n’t know who she was. She put the phone back in his pocket after erasing all of the missed calls. He didn’t need to know that she’d called so many times. Shit, he was going home to her.

Share fixed herself a drink and sat on the couch naked, waiting for Petie to come out of the bedroom. She thought that maybe they could swing another episode. Petie walked into the living room putting on his shirt. He looked at Share, wanting to get at her again, but there was no more time for that now; he knew wifey had probably blown his phone up. He bent down in front of Share, spread her legs and sucked on her sweets. She wrapped her legs around his neck, and he nibbled and licked on her clitoris until she was fully arched. He finally gave her one last suck before getting up and kissing her long and deep, their tongues entwined. “Next time, ma,” Petie said kissing her nose. He reached for his coat and let himself out of the apartment. Share threw on a robe and ran downstairs to watch him walk to his truck. Yeah, next time, baby boy, she thought. Damn, I’m caught up with this nigga. Share’s emotions were all over the place. It’ll be all right...next time.