Page 15 of Cove City: Volume II
To hear that she had been summa cum laude made my heart smile. “Yes.”
“That’s easy, she’s from Florida, and the only reason I know is because that’s all she talked about. I will have Cecily give you her last known address, and Best,” he paused. “Don’t bring your ass back here, otherwise Paige will be looking for a new university.”
I knew coming here was a risk. I didn’t bother to say another word to Clark because my next response would have gotten Paige to exit the campus along with me. I stopped by Cecily’s desk to get the address before leaving, because I was now on my way to Florida to get Tuesday. I knew this was my only option and all I had to give.
August 1990
Sexual Tension
Best,
I can respect your wishes and call you Best if that’s what you want. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to figure out the right words to say to you. I had contemplated scrapping the letter and just coming to you. I wanted to stand before you and bare my soul. Do I have a child on the way? Yes. She wanted to get an abortion, but I refused. I had to promise the moon and the stars to get her to keep it. This situation would be much better if it were you.
As far as my father and what he has going on. I told you to back off. What is wrong with giving back to the community? You can’t save the drug epidemic, it's just too big. You take my father down and it will be another person who picks up where he left off. The drugs are the least of your worries. How about you check on Birdie? See, the problem is your nose is as wide as the sea. You’re sucking shit up but not sucking up the right things. I know what can fix that.
I prefer to cut the letter and talk to you in person. Let me remind you why we fell in love. Best, why are you doing this, huh? Is it that you want a forever because the option is yours.
When was the last time you made love? Was it with me? Is this a response to sexual tension? Instead of the back and forth, we should be making love every night. I miss kissing your perfectly crafted skin. I miss the way your thighs wrap around me. Sometimes I find myself getting lost in our love-making sessions. It is you who knew how to control my body. It is you that my love exploded for. The kisses on my neck and chest, I miss. However, you chose this. You pushed me away. You pushed me into someone else’s arms, now you're out for blood.
You can only hide behind these letters for so long. I mean what I said, despite your eagerness to take down the bad guy. I love you. I love you in the longest way ever. Best, unless we’re fucking under the moonlight, make this your last fucking letter.
Naheem
It was five am, and the peak of the sunrise crept through my window. It was hot as hell with no air conditioning because the electricity was off. I stared at the ceiling in my room, in my feelings. My body was going through the motions because the thought of rolling over to Pierre crossed my mind. Pierre working my body in ways that made me feel alive crossed my mind as well. I picked up my phone and scrolled to his number. The low battery notification popped up with six percent battery life. I hit FaceTime and waited for him to answer. It rang three times, and I got nothing. Right as I was about to hit end, a dark screen popped up. Pierre hadn’t said anything, but I knew he was there. I could feel his energy through the phone, and it made my body feel like it was on fire.
I knew he missed me just as much as I missed him. He moved the phone slightly, allowing me to get a glimpse of his gold chain and eyes. I propped my phone on the pillow next to me as I watched him watching me. My hands slowly eased downmy body. I played with my nipples, rubbing my index finger and thumb across them,“Mmm,”I moaned.
I thought about how his hands felt on my body. How his gentle touch made my skin feel so pleasant, “Ooo,” I exhaled.
My hand traveled down my belly and into my panties. I separated my pussy lips and let one finger caress my clit. My body jolted just slightly. “Baby,” I moaned again.
This time, I heard the phone shuffle. I knew it was something he wasn’t expecting, but I needed this. I had to let this out before I exploded. Sexual tension had built up in me, and if I was going to leave him alone, I needed one last orgasm to bless me before Pierre and I were truly no more. He still hadn’t said anything, and I was expecting him to, but I knew he was afraid that if he did, I would hang up.
I could tell he had adjusted his phone at this point. Four percent, my phone notified me. I closed my eyes and went to work. Four percent meant a good three minutes, and before my phone died, I was going to get off. I tilted my head back and caressed my pussy like I imagined he would. I played with my pearl as if it were Pierre. My finger circled, then entered my pussy as my mouth opened. A tingle went through me that made my legs shake. “Ah, baby, mmm,” I moaned louder this time. “I-oooo-I mmm,” I whimpered.
I was working my pussy like a nigga playing video games. My legs opened wider, and my hips began to move. I knew I missed my man because the way I was fucking on my own hand was a crime. “Play with that shit, baby,” I heard him say. “She wet, isn’t she? I know she’s real wet baby.”
It was his voice that did it for me, his deep, smooth, relaxed tone. I turned to the phone to look at him. “I’m about to, ah,” I moaned again.
Before I could say another word, he turned on a light, and his handsome midnight face fully appeared. My eyes rolledbackward; I needed him to say something else because I was right at the peak of my orgasm. I turned to look, and the phone had died. However, I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going until my legs tightened, my body began to curl, and the orgasm came out of me.“Pierre!”I screamed.
When I was done, I lay there panting, staring back at the ceiling. That did something for me, but it wasn’t enough. I missed my man, and although I vowed not to go back to Toussaint, I needed Pierre. I was built up with anger and sexual tension, and he was the only one I wanted to be around in this moment.
PIERRE
“Shit!”I spat.
I almost wanted to toss this phone across the fucking room. When my phone rang with Tuesday’s name appearing, I almost broke my goddamn hand trying to answer. I had been lying here for hours, glancing at myself in my ceiling mirror. Flashes of her and I came across my mind, like her grimacing face as I fucked her from behind, or me stroking her softly while she slept. She was all I could think about, and the more Tuesday swirled in my mind, the more I was eager to find Quinton.
They had called me and told me he was at some stripper bitch’s house, but by the time I got there, the nigga had dipped off. The shit had me tighter than a bitch who wore too small panties. I slammed my hand on the side of me before I swung the cover off. The sound of her sweet moans was like a repeating record in my head. I swear, when Tuesday and I made up, I was putting her ass through a mattress. We needed to make up for lost time.
I missed the way her pussy felt around a nigga, but most of all, I missed her in my presence. Tuesday tried to act like she had it all together, but neither of us did. I knew she was hurting, and I wanted to be the one she confided in. Instead, I had to settle for silent conversations that were making me lose my fucking mind.
I wasn’t one of those niggas that jacked off. However, I would have to make an exception because me floating in free-for-all pussy wasn’t an option. In my mind, she was coming back, and until then, me and this hand were about to become best friends.“Fuck!”I grumbled.
I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I flicked on the lights and glanced at myself in the mirror. It hadalways been something about staring at myself in the mirror that had been a moment of reflection. Here I was looking at a man who once was overloaded with insecurities, chasing the world to be noticed. Limiting the access women had to me so I wouldn’t get hurt because I was never the chosen guy, yet the guy they had to choose. The man who was loyal to people who served me no purpose; like Quinton and Naheem. It took me years to come out of that feeling, and for a second, I was feeling like that person again. I grabbed the lotion, flicked the lights off, and left my thoughts and insecurities in the bathroom.
I scrolled through my phone until I came across the picture I took of Tuesday while she was asleep in my bed. I laid the phone down as I stared at her picture. With one nice pump of lotion in my hand, I glanced down at it before I wrapped my palm around my dick. “Man, shit,” I mumbled.
