Page 104 of Anything Necessary for Her
“You made her your girlfriend though.”
I pondered for a bit, wondering how I could explain.
“You ever not give a fuck to the point where you don’t even correct a muthafucka pushing their way into ya life? Like, you let them say whatever and do whatever because at the end of the day, it has no bearing on reality or how you feel?”
“I think so.”
“That was Rue. I was doing me, and her claiming me or acting like my girl didn’t infringe upon shit I was doing or wanted to do. I could still fuck with other females. I could go days without talking to her and more. Whatever she put out into the world or told herself didn’t affect me.”
She nodded and said, “That’s how it was with Trayvon. I didn’t care about him saying I was his girl, introducing me to his parents, or even mapping out our future, because it wasn’t going to happen unless I said it would. And I also wouldn’t stop dating around because of his plans or thoughts.”
“Exactly.” I nodded, feeling good that she grasped that shit easily since old boy had been her Rue.
“Have you fucked Gaia?” she asked randomly, and I could tell she already knew the answer but wanted to hear the shit from me. “You never outright confirmed.”
Due to it being the second time she’d asked me, I said, “Yeah.”
“You liked her or something?” Her pretty face bunched as she lay beside me, propping her head up on her fist.
“No. She was convenient pussy for me to fall into when I ain’t feel like going out for it. She got a man though.”
“Yeah, so she says.” Banks’s eyes latched onto mine. “As much as women throw themselves at you, you shouldn’t need convenience.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?” She mocked me. “You don’t see how they stare you down at Free’s parties? They make sure to walk by several timesso you know they’re there. Laugh a little harder when you make a joke.”
“Guess I just be paying too much attention to you to notice ’em.” I shrugged, keeping it honest. I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off Banks no matter how much I tried when I had her with me.
“Good answer.” She gave her famous smirk. “I didn’t have to do too much to get your attention anyway.”
“Nah, you didn’t, but you still was doing little shit. I liked it though.”
“You are lying!” She laughed.
“I’m not though.” I turned my body some to reach around and squeeze her plump ass. “Showing me yo’ tattoos, knowing where they at on ya body, on FaceTime, not wearing panties in them little ass nighties when a nigga came through, and not giving a fuck what I saw when you’d be in them little ass fits either—showing pussy and everything.”
She tossed her head back to chortle, knowing damn well I was telling the fucking truth.
“In my defense, that’s just how I dress around the house.”
“Don’t stop either.” I pecked her slowly. “Had you not been a virgin, though, Peep, I could’ve hit like day four of us kicking it.”
We cackled in unison.
“Probably so.” She nodded. “I can’t help it. You’re fine as fuck and just perfect. Ugh.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” She caressed the side of my face, peering down into my eyes. “I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I wanted you.”
Without another word, we started kissing, and I wasted no time yanking her sleeveless shirt up over her head before shoving down her shorts and panties.
She sat up on her feet and helped me out of my wife beater, before pushing down my boxers enough to pull my dick out.
“What you doing?” I asked, surprised she was about to mount me since she hadn’t mastered that shit yet.
Gripping my dick in her small hand, she positioned herself above me, then started to press down. As I broke through her opening, we both moaned in ecstasy as she started to leak down my shaft.
