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  “You a longshoreman?”

  “No, I’m into real estate,” he said, handing her his card. “I used to be a longshoreman.”

  “Call me tomorrow. Promise you will, if nothing else.”

  “I will,” she responded, figuring he was a nice old man.

  By this time, Lady came back to the table with three men on her. Lady wore a black catsuit, with one arm and shoulder exposed. Her strapless bra did a lot for her breasts—she didn’t have much—but they sat as if they were just about to pop out, but never did, but her large nipples that stayed hard, and showed, had those men drooling.

  Finn and Ben said their good-byes, while everyone else took seats.

  “This is Vince, Lopez, and Wendell,” Lady said, introducing them to Daria and Joy.

  “Hello.” Joy spoke to all, but admired the youngest of the three.

  Lopez shook her hand. He reminded her of the Puerto Rican kids she’d grown up with in New York. He was real light, almost white, but his accent let you know.

  They began talking, until her phone began to ring. It was Omari. Joy really wanted to see him, but she was having fun meeting new people, getting numbers, and her mind was free.

  “What up?” she answered.

  “Where you at?”

  “Told you I was coming to a party tonight,” she said.

  “I know. I’m outside. Come on, it’s after one.”

  “I’m riding with Lady. I’ll meet—”

  “No, I’ll take you to your car. Come on now. I want to see you. Now! I’m out front,” he said and hung up.

  Joy looked at Lopez. For some reason she was attracted to this guy. He was cool, laid-back.

  “Yo, Lady, I’m out. My ride’s out front. I’m gonna call you later.” She stood and hugged her. “It was nice meeting you all, and I’m sure I’ll see you again,” she said, stepping off.

  Lopez was right behind her, on her heels. “Excuse me, but can I get your number? I see you in a hurry to leave, but there’s some things I’d like to discuss with you.” He smiled.

  “And what’s that, Mr. Lopez?”

  “Me and you,” he said, staring back into her eyes.

  “Two, nine, seven . . .” she said and eased out the door.

  Sitting right in front, where she couldn’t miss him, was Omari. He glimpsed at her and did a double take, locking his eyes on her every move as she strutted to his car.

  “What up, baby?” she asked, getting in the car.

  He just stared at her and smiled, not saying anything.

  “You acting crazy, boy. Come on and go.”

  Omari pulled off, shaking his head. Joy didn’t know what he was thinking.

  “What’s with all this here?” he finally asked, waving his hand up and down at her, from head to toe.

  “I just wanted to put myself together a little more.”

  “What you mean? You cute as shit. You don’t need all that. Where that come from?”

  “I don’t know. Lady hooked it up. She said I would feel better, and I do. You don’t like it?” she asked, disappointed.

  “Just curious about when you started revealing all that skin and wearing all that shit. That’s not you,” he said, pulling up to her car. “I’m following you.”

  She got out the car and stumbled.

  “You that fucked up? You a alcoholic now too?” he said as she shut the door. He began laughing.

  As she drove home, her phone rang. It was Lopez wanting to know if he could come by. She actually wanted to talk with him, so she didn’t say no. She told him she would give him a call when she got settled.

  When she arrived, she found her kids knocked out and the sitter half ’sleep. She paid her and watched her walk across to the next building.

  “Get us a beer,” Omari said as he walked into her room and sat on the bed. He heard her locking up and getting beers as he rolled a Backwood.

  “Damn!” she yelled as she handed him the beer. “That shit smell good as hell. What is it?”

  “Kush. Ain’t but the truth,” he said between pulls. He handed it to her, knowing she had stopped.

  “I’m good.”

  “Naw, we smoking, celebrating all this new sexiness,” he said, pulling her to him and pushing the Kush in her hand.

  She stood smoking in front of him as he began to unbutton her dress. It opened and fell to the floor. He couldn’t do nothing but stare.

  She began to cover her big stomach with her hands and arms. “You know I don’t want nobody to see all this,” she said conscious of her body, mainly her belly that lapped over the thong that you could barely see.

  He took the Back and hit it, reached over and grabbed the remote and turned to the hip-hop station. Then he reached out and pushed her hands and arms away from her stomach.

  “Step back and turn around,” he said, and she did. He looked at her rolls on her side, but he also caught the flawless caramel skin that made him want to lick her plus-size body. He wanted his tongue to follow the thong in the crack of her ass.

  “Look at me. Turn around.”

  She did.

  He stared into her eyes, which had been lined with dark eyeliner, making them appear chinky. Her extended eyelashes made him feel as if her eyes were caressing him, and her smooth skin that rose on her cheekbones every time she blushed and the lips that covered her beautiful white teeth made him want to throw his tongue in her mouth.

  “Move. Dance. Just move to the music,” he said standing up reaching out for her, as she came close, dancing to the music.

  He put both his hands on the outside of her breasts and pushed them together. As they rose up in the strapless canary yellow bra, he could feel his manhood rise then stiffen in his True Religion jeans. He reached behind her, undid her bra, and brought each end around to the front. Omari watched those 42DD’s slide out of their secure sling and rest on her stomach. He took his hands and grabbed one, throwing one of her nipples into his mouth and licking and sucking vigorously.

  She reached out and took off his Polo and his T-shirt in one swoop. Before his shirt could hit the floor, he was behind her, pushing her to the bed.

  Joy leaned over on the bed, thinking he was gonna drop his pants like he’d done lately and just push his manhood up into her, but he fell to his knees and allowed his tongue to follow her thong into her ass and between her legs. He pulled the thong to the side and buried his face into her warm, moist womanhood from behind, and sucked and devoured, until he found her clit and licked and flickered as he spread her ass.

  Joy spread her legs, so he would have no problems getting to what was eventually going to make her body feel more than sensational, and it did. She lifted her ass and opened her legs as far as they would go, allowing him all access. Then a feeling rose from her insides, and she let out a scream.

  A gush of warmth ran down Omari’s nose and onto his top lip and in his mouth. He never stopped indulging, until she closed her legs and lunged forward, not being able to take another lick.

  Joy heard his buckle loosen and his pants drop. When he approached the bed and touched her, she was still shaking, going through a moment of ecstasy, and didn’t want anything to disturb it. So she turned sideways and came to the edge of the bed and reached out and grabbed his erection and took it into her mouth.

  She could feel his excitement by the stiffness of his penis and the way it jerked at her touch.

  Omari leaned back, breathing hard.

  As she got into her rhythm, her body relaxed, and she became even more excited, knowing what she was doing for him.

  Joy got on her knees facing him, never removing his dick from her mouth. She stuck her ass up high in the air, so he could imagine getting in it, as she sucked him off. Her tongue and head motion coming together, she could feel his dick swelling.

  Omari began to pant hard. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, giving her the option, but she never pulled back.

  He felt a feeling of ecstasy begin to rise up inside of him as her tongue flick
ered across the underside of his dick, right below the head.

  He let out an, “Aaagh!” that could have woke the kids. He thought the feeling was going to be interrupted, but it wasn’t, as he stood shaking, releasing every bit of cum into her mouth.

  Joy squeezed and sucked until he pushed her head back and fell to his knees, and then flat on his back, trying to catch his breath.

  “Whoa!” he said, getting to his feet, his dick in his hand. He stared at the bashful fat girl laid back on the bed, legs open, head to the side, knocked out.

  As soon as he climbed on top of her, she lifted her legs and allowed him to enter, and he laid his body against her soft, cushiony body, knowing there was no greater feeling.

  As he held her in his arms, pumping in and out of her womanly love until that feeling came again, his body tensed, and she tightened her muscles, as if cutting off her pee, creating that snug fit on his penis. Right then Omari another load his love juice into her and collapsed on top of her.

  Joy held him close and squeezed him. She knew she loved him, but she wanted and needed more.

  He knew he loved her, and she was all that he needed, but he couldn’t commit. He knew as long as he gave her time, more time, and more dick, he could keep things his way.

  They woke the next morning in each other’s arms, continuing from the night before. By ten o’clock, he was headed God knows where, while her and her kids headed to church.

  By the time she got home from church and made her dinner, she’d gotten two calls from Lopez and three from Finn.

  “Damn! You give an old head your number, they gonna call,” she said, talking to Lady on the phone.

  “Yeah! I meant to tell ya. Take numbers because them niggas will worry the shit out ya.” Lady laughed.

  “So what’s with the dude Lopez? He seemed down-to-earth.”

  “Know what? He real cool, but it’s something about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but he fuck with a well-known dude name Donnie, and some half-ass hustler name Reese. Donnie, they say, fuck with that shit, and Reese, he stay locked so much, they don’t know if he straight or gay.”

  “For real, should I even be talking to him?” Joy asked.

  “Girl, like I say, I don’t know. Just be careful.”

  “Speak of the devil,” Joy said laughing. “He beeping in. Let me get this.”

  “Holla back.”

  Joy clicked over. “Hello.”

  “What up? I done called you several times. Thought I was gonna hear from you last night.”

  “Just got tied up. So what’s up with you, Mr. Lopez?”

  “You, ma. I was seriously feeling you last night. I don’t want a thing from you, except your time. I want to stop by and see ya. What you drink?”

  “Wine, preferably something sweet. I’m not a real drinker. That’s not really my thing,” she said, moving around her kitchen.

  “You were doing your thing last night.”

  “And? I do what I want, when I want. I’m grown, but again, I said that’s not my thing.”

  “Okay, ma, you smoke?” he asked, feeling her out.

  “Sometimes.”

  “Well, I’m trying to see ya. Where you at?”

  “Home.”

  “And where is home?”

  “Norfolk, Ocean View.”

  “See ya. I’m on the way.”

  An hour later Lopez was calling for directions to Joy’s apartment. She had called Omari to see where he was, since the last thing she wanted was to deal with some bullshit for nothing, over a guy she barely knew. She didn’t figure he was coming by anyway, after the way he fucked last night. That hadn’t happened in a while, coming two days in a row.

  Lopez came by with wine and weed, and they sat talking from 8 P.M. to almost twelve, and she actually enjoyed his company.

  As the days passed he came around more and more, never asking for or pursuing anything. He just wanted to be a friend. She wanted his weed and his time, but trying to maneuver around Omari was difficult. He had proven to be a true friend, and she didn’t want to lose him.

  After a couple months, she had to move and was short on cash. Omari was ghost when she needed him, but Lopez was right there to offer a helping hand, not just to loan money, but to be a roommate and offer a helping hand for a few months. She knew how things had worked out with Tamil and how things got easier, so it was worth the chance. So when she moved in her new place, Lopez was right there. He got new furniture for the apartment on credit, and he bought a new bedroom set for them, putting out a nice sum of money to make sure they were comfortable.

  When they went to pick up his things from his man Donnie’s house where he was staying, Joy realized the place was a familiar scene as she pulled up to the old row house. She walked inside as he ran upstairs.

  “Give me a minute. These are my folks, Donnie, Reese, the rest of the team,” he said laughing.

  Donnie ran upstairs with Lopez as she sat down talking to Reese, who didn’t have much to say, but just looked at her as if he was disgusted with her. Then they returned with a funny smell about them. Donnie walked Reese outside as Lopez came down the stairs with one bag holding all his clothes.

  As they burst out headed back to the apartment, Joy tried to get the picture of the crackhouse out of her mind, but that wasn’t possible. She knew she didn’t give up Omari for this. She hadn’t talked to him this last week, he hadn’t called, so she never let him know she was moving.

  It was Friday night, and they sat in the apartment sipping wine and smoking. It would be the first night she would share her bed with Lopez, and her last. She showered and put on her throw dress, one of her many dresses that she pulled over her head over her shoulders and which fit like a halter top. But the dress fell long, so if she wanted to make love, all she had to do was pull it up to give him some pussy and pull the top down to expose her breasts and allow the dress to wrap around her stomach and not expose what she was self-conscious about.

  She came out the bathroom and climbed in bed. He had Dutches rolled. After they smoked, he undressed and climbed in bed. She frowned at him, thinking about his dirty body on her clean, new sheets.

  Before Joy knew it, Lopez was on her, trying to throw his tongue in her mouth. His breath was foul, and he smelled funny, not fresh. She kissed his neck, and the nasty, salty taste almost made her gag, but he’d already slipped out his drawers and was putting himself inside her.

  Dreading the encounter, she barely opened her legs, but he was already pumping and grabbing at her breasts. Though he was inside her, she could barely feel him. She maneuvered herself and tried to get him deeper, but it was no use.

  Lopez pumped until he was dripping sweat, and as he began to cum, his body shook, his mouth fell open, and drool fell from his bottom lip onto her face, along with his sweat.

  Joy turned to her side and closed her eyes to keep from cringing. She kept asking herself, What have I done? What did I get myself into?

  Throughout the night, she felt his hands all on her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her nipples, trying to ease inside her.

  The following morning, she was awaken by his moving around early, not soon enough for her. Then he asked her to drop him at Donnie’s house. She was mad, but at the same time, she jumped up and did it.

  She watched him throw on drawers from out his bag, dirty jeans, and a dingy tee, never brushing his teeth or washing his face. She was livid.

  When she got home, she decided to make her kids breakfast. She heard her phone ring, but she ignored it thinking it was Lopez. When the phone rang again, she went to pick it up. It was Omari.

  “Hello,” she answered, not really knowing what to say, all types of emotion running through her.

  “Hello hell!” he yelled. “You move and don’t say shit?”

  “You haven’t called, and I haven’t heard from you.”

  “My pops passed away in D.C. My family been up there handling his affairs. He never divorced my mom, so it all fell in her hands.
So what the fuck? I’ve been ghost for weeks at a time. You still call and let me know what’s popping. Come on, Joy, don’t fucking play me, son. What’s up? Where you move to?”

  “Little Creek Road,” she said slowly.

  “With a nigga?” he asked, hoping and praying she’d say no.

  “Omari, he just a roommate. He helped me out. It’s not like that. Please don’t be mad,” she said, ready to cry.

  “Back to your old shit. Fuck you!” he said.

  “No, Omari, please, I need to talk to ya. Come over, please,” she cried.

  “If your dude come home, I’m gonna lay him down. It’s not a game, Joy.”

  “Come over now, please,” she said.

  Joy gave him the address and ran in her room to clean up. As she made her bed, she found Lopez’s underwear wrapped in the sheets. When she held them up and saw the stains in his briefs that looked as if they’d been trampled on, she almost threw up. She straightened up by the time Omari arrived.

  “What up, girl?” Omari asked as he walked in.

  She saw him adjust his waist and knew he was prepared for the bullshit.

  “So what the fuck you gonna do?”

  She couldn’t even look at him. She reached for the half-smoked Dutch in the ashtray and lit it. She hit it two times.

  Omari looked at her strangely. “What the fuck! You on crack now?”

  “Now you being stupid, Omari,” she said seriously.

  “Bitch, I will slap the shit out your fat ass!” he screamed. “You don’t smell that shit? That don’t smell like the weed we smoke. That’s a woolah. That shit laced with crack. I know you ain’t that stupid, Joy. Please tell me you knew that.”

  “No, I didn’t. I just ain’t think nobody would do that.”

  “Either you too naïve, or you just stupid, but either way, I can’t get caught up in your shit,” he said, heading out the door.

  Joy called Omari about twenty times, but he never answered.

  By the time Lopez returned back to the house Tuesday, she had moved her kids in her room and put his things in theirs. She let him know that because of the money he put up and all he’d done, she would allow him to stay for the month, but that was it.