Page 14 of Virgo Type Sh*t
She kissed my lips. “Okay. I’ll be there.”
I smacked her ass before I walked off to leave her and Galiana to their work. I fell in step with everyone else. “I told you that girl was crazy,” Jacob said.
My head slowly turned side to side. “Nah, she not crazy. She protected her nigga. That shit was sexy as fuck.”
Croy and Fiona snickered. “Yeah, it’s sexy. Just make sure you remember the precision of those head shots. Fuck her over and it could be you.” Fiona gave a blunt warning.
I wasn’t worried about that. When I was in a relationship, I was a faithful man. “I feel you. I’m not worried about that shit.” I glanced at Fiona. “Make sure you let ya cousin know I’m a marksman myself. I’on like bein’ played with either.”
Yeah, I was an off-kilter kind of man who didn’t play that cheating shit. My parents had been together for forty-two years and married for thirty-five. Their relationship wasn’t always flowers and cotton candy, but I knew neither had ever stepped out of their relationship. My father told me that anything in a relationship could be worked out, outside of cheating and abuse. My brother and I lived by that shit.
My last relationship was when I was twenty-four years old. I loved that fucking girl and was ready to wife her. That was until some nigga sent me a video of her getting fucked. I knew thevideo was recent because of the dress she had on. I brought her the dress not even a week before the video was taken. When I got home, I showed her the video. She started all that crying and stupid shit.
I told her I didn’t want to hear none of that shit. She was promptly kicked out of my house. A little over a year later, when she thought I’d forgotten about the shit and she called herself living her hot girl summer, I put a hot slug in her ass. I got the nigga she fucked weeks after he sent me the video. It could be called what it wanted, but I didn’t play the disloyal shit.
“Fuck, T.J.! Just like that,” Mekole said between her moans. “Please don’t stop. Please!”
She didn’t get to my house until around five in the morning. That shit didn’t matter because when I got into the house, I took a shower and a fucking nap. With the nature of my side employment, I was a light sleeper, so I heard when Mekole pulled into my yard. By the time she was at my front door, I had it open. She walked in with a little bag on her shoulder that had the inscription that read,Spendanight Bag. Yeah, she wouldn’t be using that too much longer, because in a month’s time, I planned to clear a drawer out for her to keep some of her stuff here.
“You know we go togetha now,” I told her while I watched her ass ripple when my pelvis hit it. “This pussy good as fuck!”
She had those two dimples in the dip of her back. Yeah, I called those thumb anchors, and I used the hell out of them. Mekole’s legs started to buckle. “Falling ain’t what you want todo, Meek. I promise if you lay flat on this bed, I’m gonna tear your ass up more than I am now.”
Those legs found their strength. I knew my baby needed a stroke break. I pulled out, spread her plump ass cheeks, then bent to give her pretty pussy some tongue action. I moved one of my hands from her ass cheek to her titty. The second that I found that nipple, I applied pressure. That pussy spit the fuck up in my face. I loved a juicy pussy.
We both hissed when I slid back into that pussy. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, I took her through a variety of stroke options. It was my goal to find out what worked best for us and was most satisfactory. “Fuck!” I pulled out and let my nut go on her back.
Yeah, I was semi tripping. Before she got in the shower, we exchanged STD test results. I still should have strapped up because she did let me know that she wasn’t on birth control. We’d have that adult birth control conversation later today. It wasn’t my plan to get her pregnant or anything, but if it was God’s will . . .
A Short Time Later . . .
“People sick, man. That’s exactly why when I have churn, I’m not about ta play about my churn bein’ ’round everybody. If you not directly connected ta me, a docta, or teacha, then you not ga be round my churn,” I said with a turned-up lip.
Ned nodded. “Yeah, I don’t get people who let their kids around any and everybody. Especially new boyfriends or girlfriends. That shit is wicked.”
Tonight, I was with Ned on a mission. We weren’t too far from home, in Edisto. Johnathan Grumble was on the menu of death tonight. He had a problem with not only putting his hands on his girlfriend’s son to beat him, but he also molested him. The mother’s ass wasn’t shit, but she was already handled by female counterparts of our organization. The grandfather was the one who wanted both of them gone. He didn’t give a fuck that it was his daughter because his overall protection was for his innocent six-year-old grandson.
What made the shit crazy was that he was a sex offender on the damn list with more than one conviction. I wanted to understand how the fuck his ass wasn’t in jail. Dude was a fuck ass who lived with his mama who was a saved and sanctified enabler from my research. She went to church almost every day of the week for one thing or another, then came home to cater to her pedophile son. Oh, and she had grandchildren within her household because she was a foster parent. You know the state had no idea that her son lived with her, because if they did, she wouldn’t have those kids.
“Enough of that shit.” Ned waved off the subject. “How is shit going with Mekole? It’s been a lil second since y’all made shit official.” He chuckled. “Shit, you told her that she was your ole lady before you took that girl on a damn date.”
I chortled because I did that shit. “Man, shut up. None of dat shit matta now. We go out on dates twice a week. She plan one and I plan da otha.”
He was right. The night that we made it official, we hadn’t been on a date yet. That was taken care of the next night. My daddy didn’t raise a fool. I implemented the same practice thatmy parents used. Two planned dates a week, no matter how small. The man planned one and the woman planned the other.
The abrupt manner in how our relationship started called for both Mekole and me to put in extra effort to get to know each other. One thing that I noticed off the bat about my woman was her sarcastic ass mouth. Her ass could go blow for blow with a person, but it was only if she deemed it necessary. She wasn’t about all that talking shit. When I told her how I planned to treat her in our relationship, she gave me one no-smile response.Show me.That was exactly what I planned to do.
“That’s good, man. You gotta put in the effort with your woman, sometimes even when you don’t feel like it.” Ned smiled as he spoke. “With what we do in this profession, you’re going to need someone who is your peace. You have a special case though, because your woman is in a business that is directly connected to what you do. She needs the same peace that you do.”
I took in what he said. Croy and Fiona sat both Mekole and me down to have the same conversation a few days ago. It was also the day I learned some things about Mekole’s past.
Let’s Talk . . .
Fiona and Croy invited me and my baby over for dinner. That was cool, because it was on some couple shit. I made sure I busted that pussy down before we got to the house, hopefully to curve my desire to bust her ass down.
“Damn, Fiona, I ain’t know that you could cook like this,” I complimented. When she told us that she was going to cook Mexican food, my mind told me tacos. Nah, she had all kinds of dishes that didn’t come from those seasoning packets that you got from the seasoning line in the grocery store.
Mekole sucked her teeth. “I told you that she could cook.” She rolled her pretty ass eyes.
