Page 64 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I don’t know if you were just trash or if Rue was just dumb. Maybe both.” She regarded me momentarily. “What do you think is cool to do in relationships?”
“I’d rather you ask me, and I give you my opinion. Then, you can correct or affirm.”
“Okay.” She sat up on her feet excitedly as I tucked my forearms behind my head to look up at her. I needed to remind myself to concentrate on the task and not how pretty she was, how hard her nipples were, how sexy her thighs were, and just how Banks St. Thomas she fucking was. She tapped her chin then asked, “Can you get head from someone else while in a relationship?”
“What’s the context?”
“Willow!” She swatted me, but I was confused. “The answer is no! It doesn’t matter the context!”
“Aight. Damn.” I chuckled when she shot me a look. “I got you. No head from other females.”
“Lap dances?”
I squinted my eyes, not knowing how to answer. I immediately wanted to say it was cool, but I’d thought a little head here and there was aight, and that was wrong.
When her eyes bucked at me, telling me to answer, I said, “Yes?”
“No!” She hit me again, long ass, thick ass hair flying as she did it. The bracelets she seemingly never removed jingled along.
“Even at the strip club?” I exclaimed, low-key perplexed.
“No! Now you canwatchthe strippers, even throw money at them while they dancenearyou, but lap dances, especially private, are a violation.”
“That’s wild.” I ran a hand down my face in disbelief before putting it back behind my head. “I got you though.”
“Good.” She paused to ponder. “What about liking pictures on social media?”
“I mean, I don’t use that shit, so it wouldn’t happen, but that should be aight.”
“Oh my gosh.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “No.”
“A picture, Peep?” I felt my eyes mushroom, and she laughed at the sight.
“That’s how shit starts. You like her picture, she goes to your page to see your fine hood ass. She does some research, sees you’re that nigga, then messages you to suck your dick.”
“Wow. Aight. I got you.”
“Last one. Talking to another girl about your relationship or other emotional things but not sleeping with her or kissing her or anything physical.”
“I definitely would never do no shit like that. That’s some pussy shit. But if a nigga wants to, then long as he ain’t fucking her, it should be—Peep!” I barked when she hit me hard as fuck with her expensive ass, dense ass pillow.
“No, nigga! That’s emotional cheating!”
“Emotional cheating? Fuck is that?”
“Doing everything with another bitch, minus the sexual shit.”
“Aight, shit. WhatcanI do? That list seems like it’ll be short as fuck.”
She fell out into giggles, making me smirk at the sight.
“For you? Nothing, because you ain’t got enough act right yet.” She lay back down beside me, kissing my lips. “Maybe after a few years, you will get some leeway to do what normal boyfriends can.”
“That’s cool.” I snickered. “I ain’t gon’ do nothing crazy, Peep. Just be patient with a nigga.” I leaned over to kiss her forehead.
A LITTLE LATER . . .
Rap music blastedas Low led me by hand inside of Free’s vast ass home in the boonies. He explained that though their business was mostly done in the city, Free’s paranoid ass didn’t wanna live there. He felt like if shit hit the fan, living forty-five minutes—without traffic—away from the city would give him time to get the hell on.
