Page 52 of Search My Soul
Juicy:
Are you okay? I don’t know what it is, but it feels like something is off.
I reread her message because I wasn’t expecting her to respond in that manner. Since we’ve gotten closer, she seemed to pick up on things about me without me saying anything. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad one, but it was different.
Me:
I’m straight
Juicy:
I don’t believe you. You know it’s okay to not be okay, right?
Me:
What if I’m not? What are you gonna do about it?
She didn’t respond right away, and after a few minutes, I tucked my phone back in my pocket. I planned to head out soon because if not, I would probably start to grow irritated. My phone vibrated in my pocket twenty minutes later, and I figured it was Neeya. When I read the message, my eyebrows dipped.
Juicy:
Meet me at the door.
Me:
You know I’m not at home, right?
I didn’t tell her about the event because I wasn’t exactly eager to come myself. If it wasn’t out of obligation, I would have opted to skip it.
Juicy:
You must have forgotten that I have your location. I know where my dick is at all times. Now, hurry up and come get me. There are some niggas out here staring at my ass.
I hustled toward the door to see who the hell was bold enough to stare at what belonged to me. Once I opened the door, my heart damn near exploded. Neeya stood there with her sexy ass dressed in a black dress with a diamond choker. Her hair was in one of those styles you saw on prom night, and she looked like a million bucks. My eyes gravitated toward her breasts as they sat up perfectly in her dress. My baby was a baddie, and her confidence was through the roof.
“Damn, you look fine as fuck.” I probably had some drool on my chin from how thirsty I was for her.
“I thought you might need some company.”
“Come’re.” I held her hand as I spun her around. Her juicy ass sat up like two bunk beds, and I could picture the way they jiggled when I fucked her from the back.
“Shit. You got me ready to strip you down and fuck you in front of my whole family. They ain’t gon’ ever invite us back over here.”
“Boy, bye. I would never let that happen. Your grandparents have never met me before, and I damn sure won’t let our first interaction be of me fucking the socks off their grandson.” I wrapped my arm around her, bringing her body closer to me. Then I remembered her comments about someone looking at her ass. I stepped away from her as I stepped further outside, where I found my two younger cousins, Cardel and Cane.
“I heard y’all were looking at my girl’s ass. What’s up with that?” Cardel’s eyes ballooned while Cane remained calm with a blunt in his hand.
“Don’t come over here with that crazy shit. Your woman’s ass is fatter than two stacks of pancakes from IHOP. Stop playing.” Neeya snickered while I gave him a death stare.
“I’mma fuck you up.”
“Okay, and her ass will still be fat as fuck. Ray Charles wouldn’t be able to miss that shit. How the hell are you mad at us?”
“Baby, let’s go inside. It really isn’t a big deal. I only said something because I knew it would make you move faster.” She covered her mouth as she continued to laugh at my expense.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer, mothafucka,” I spat, grabbing my woman’s hand in mine.
“We already did that. No offense, but that’s a once-in-a-lifetime sighting.”
