Fiction Series: Two Girls Interlude
I told myself i wasn’t coming back here. But yet, here I am walking out of his door after a quick yet intimate one on one session. Corey ass should be grateful that I’m giving him all of this attention. There’s so many other niggas out here willing to give me more. This nigga here thinks just because he can walk into my life and act like it was all easy that shit is sweet. Oh Baby fuck no! You got to put in work earn this kitty right here. But to be fair, the way his dick is set up and how he manhandles me each occasion, he finds ways to make me want to give him my time. I keep asking, “Why do I keep setting myself up like this”? Every time I say I’m not paying this boy any mind he mentally finesses his way into my brain to reach me and like a fool, I let him take me. Every time he wins me over, we always play one on one and I’m not talking about basketball. I hope he realizes he’s just an option and that I don’t need him. I can do bad all by myself. Does he even stop and think about who he’s dealing with like I can’t just up and have any nigga I want? All of these niggas out here in the city worship the ground I walk on and love to do anything in their power for my attention. Even if it means that they play boo boo the fool. I have a lot going for myself. But I admit that I’m impressed by the ways he continuously wins me over. I can’t put my finger on how he’s able to do it though and not fold under pressure like most niggas. We do a lot of cute shit together from time to time. It’s something about him that keeps me coming back, both literally and figuratively. He makes me want to keep his company around some more. I say that because I’m a tough woman to handle and its almost difficult for me to be around a nigga and not get irritated by their actions. With Corey, he’s a dime a dozen. He has this peculiar aura that makes me gravitate towards him. He’s got the full package, tall, brown, handsome, fit, firm, A-1 personality, a good mouthpiece, which is also literally and figuratively. Not to mention, having a real nice package. No don’t fall for it Tasha. Don’t be in that sunken place. You’re not dickamtized. But it’s too bomb though. I can’t help myself every time i get a taste.
He also gives me space when I need it and when I want company…he always comes through. The more I’m around him, the more comfortable and open i become. One day he’s going to finesse me into falling in love. I can already see it coming. Here my ass goes once again setting up for failure. This is all too good to be true. He probably has another woman on the side. He can’t be that different. I can’t fold man. I just can’t. But at the same time, we’re only just having fun. It’s not like we’re really in a relationship; it’s all fun and games. Dammit I hate when i overthink like this. This is exactly why i hate getting attached to niggas because of shit like this. I need to sit down and gather myself before this gets out of hand. I need to just…….…..wait a minute, who is shorty over there in the Nike spandex? She looks like Nina girl from Precious B-day party? I remember only seeing her for a brief second. I didn’t realize she was that cute though. Yass Track body, come through! That whole night was out of control. From the pregame to the party to me making Corey fall under pressure. Its too bad niggas was being niggas and caused the party to shut down after that big ass fight. Corey & I had a lovely good time right afterwards though. Next time we link up, we’re going to have that talk. With Corey, I just need to know where is this whole situation going with us. I have to know. I hate having these “What If” scenarios because it always gets me out of character. Either love is going to be there for the girl or its back to my mood of “Fuck these niggas.” Well it has always been, “Fuck these niggas” either way at the end of the day….except Corey.
I wonder what Corey and I got planned for tonight. Here I was thinking he was going to blow me off AGAIN per usual. But he actually came through this time. He always got to be “in the studio” doing work when all a bitch want to do is spend time, pick his brain, talk shit, eat his food up, & maybe let him earn the right to cuddle me. I wonder how he is, whether we’re not around each other or when we do cross paths. Do I ever cross his mind just as much as crosses mine? Does he check me out every time we cross paths? Does he want to do nasty things to me? I just want to know how he really feels for the girl. I want the truth. I don’t want this boy to miss out on his blessing you feel me. Lord, it’s a shame how smitten I am with this guy. We haven’t even got that far yet, let alone cuddled. Granted I did give him a delightful yet soul taking experience at Vice when I danced on him. I can’t wait until I can hit this blunt and snap out of my feelings because I’m tripping right now. Sometimes I wish I had kept my cool that night at Vice. I came on too strong to him but it didn’t seem like he minded though. He reciprocated that same energy back when we made out in the back of the dance floor. We were so ready and willing. That whole night was just one big crazy blur. Too much was going on at once; damn you, Hennessy. No fucks were given at all. Corey and I were moving really slowly since that night. I’m just hoping that’s he’s feeling the same way about us as I’m feeling. For some reason he has me anxious. Not too many guys can make me feel that way. I always value my peace of mind. I like to move how i want to move on my own accord. I don’t answer to anyone whose is not trying to make me their one and only. But with CJ, he’s different. He values me and respects me to not put me in predicaments i don’t want to be in. Everything about him and his personality just seems so perfect. Real talk, I just want to taste him just one good time. This boy could potentially ruin my life and here I am wanting to size him up to see what I’m working with.
Fuck it though because I want a taste. But I’m mad that he wont let me get a sample though. I don’t know if he’s just hesitant or a tease. Probably more tease because he always leaves me high and dry. Ugh I hate it when he gets into my head and makes my mind wander. It’s like he’s fucking me in my mind. Fuck that, I’m claiming what’s mine. What you speak out into the universe comes back to you and bitch I want is for this nigga here. I cant be no scared bitch though. I gotta take that leap of faith, especially if its for some love, dick, and affection. But what if he rejects me though? Lord I wouldn’t know what to do if he does. Ok Nina you need to stop, calm down, and breathe real quick. You can do it. Remember you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. Oh dear did I really just quote a verse out the bible over some potential dick? Something’s really wrong with me. I’m crushing too hard on shorty. Let me pump my brakes. Nah fuck that let me speed it up some. Ok here I am at the door. Whatever happens in here, there’s no turning back. What happens here st….oh...hey, Corey.