Page 99 of Anything Necessary for Her
Sadly, Banks was making it hard for me to even talk with her, let alone become a friend or confidant that she trusted.
Having been deep in my thoughts and trying not to puke at the pungent smell of this horse teeth nigga’s breath, I’d lost sight of Low and Banks. Kailey was still on the couch, her legs thrown across Taye’s flirty ass, but her bestie and my man were nowhere to be found.
“Excuse me, Josh,” I said to him. He had horse teeth, and his breath smelled like horse shit, so at least he was consistent.
“It’s Jerrel!” He shouted his halitosis onto my poor back as I sauntered off en route to the bathroom.
I’d been throwing back Jere’s different concoctions all night, and now my bladder was on its way to bursting.
“Ugh.” I grunted, seeing the closest bathroom to where the party was popping off was in use, so I ventured to the back of the home where another one was, bursting off inside to relieve myself.
Once I was done, feeling like I would never stop peeing, I washed my hands then left, halting at the faint sounds of a woman moaning. Free’s parties always consisted of drinks, weed, dancing, and plenty of fucking, so I wasn’t surprised.
I was about to walk off until I heard her moan, “Low,” which caused me to make a detour to the sunroom where the pornography was popping off.
Taking my phone out, I grinned, already formulating a plan in my head to record Low getting his rocks off from one of the many whores that had been checking for him all night, and sending it anonymously to his princess of a girlfriend.
Low had done this same thing to Rue and many other girls he’d come with for the night, so I wasn’t the least bit stunned. They would always be crying and hysterically upset, and he wouldn’t give even an iota of a fuck.
Whomever he was fucking now, though, he was playing no games with, making my clit thump a little bit as I reminisced on our trysts.
As I put my phone up to start recording, though, I recognized the stack of Cartier bracelets with two of the same branded rings to match on the girl as she hugged his neck while he hammered her in missionary, moaning himself which was unheard of with a usually muted Low.
She dug her almond shaped nails into his back just before he craned his head to kiss her, and I jumped backward almost as if I had been startled.
I couldn’t get away fast enough, my mind reeling since I was only moments ago making myself feel better by thinking of their lackluster or lack of a sex life. Ugh. I was beyond fucking annoyed, jealous, and pissed off.
Not to mention they were fucking missionary, something Low had expressed he did not do. Missionary was on the same outlawed list as kissing, eating pussy, texting, and havingintimate conversations for Low. Our interactions were always either business related or him telling me to bend over, hop on top, or suck him off.
“You let Low fuck in your house?” I asked Free loudly as I returned to the room, plopping down onto the couch feeling tipsy and like I wanted to cry a little bit.
I was gonna tell the world that Banks was getting fucked in the back of a party like a typical LA rat.
“Low and Banks?” Jere questioned, eyes wide as saucers.
“Yep.” I curled my lip in disgust as if I were disgusted by her lack of decorum.
“Nigga lucky.” This guy named Mitch chuckled into his Solo cup as the guys agreed.
“Lucky?” I frowned hard. Usually, I would ignore their comments, but I was drunk, hurt, and couldn’t stand Banks. “How so? She’s not taking his virginity.”
“He’slucky because my bitch is bad!” Kailey interjected, cuddled up with Taye.
“Exactly!” Jere commented as Free, Mitch, a nigga named Dre, Taye, and the other niggas in the room cosigned. “You know how many niggas wanna fuck Banks St. Thomas, but that last name is like a fucking electrical fence, aka niggas is too scared to touch that.”
“Don’t be mad, G. You cute too, you just not as fine as Banks.” Taye tried to make me feel better, but it only shamed me as everyone laughed, Kailey purposely cackling louder than everyone to be sure I heard her.
I didn’t miss Free curling his lip at Taye upon hearing that I was cute, making it obvious he didn’t agree.
“Aye, you think there was niggas eating Banks’ pussy in secret?” Mitch asked, eyes low, showing he was crossfaded.
“You niggas are thirsty.” Kailey scoffed playfully, clearly not going to answer and put her friend’s business out there.
“Shit, I don’t know, but I would’ve been fine with that job.” Dre flicked his tongue, making people either laugh, agree, or groan in disgust at his gesture. I was part of the latter party.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, still peeved and wondering how long they were gonna fuck before coming to rejoin the party with their rude asses.
“I haven’t had to knock a bitch out in a long time, but if you keep commenting, making little noises, and rolling your eyes, I can end that drought real quick!” Kailey called me out, making the boys instigate.
