I knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to answer.

“It’s about time you brought your ass to the door. Hell, I thought you were about to leave me out here lookin’ stupid.”

Candy smiled and hugged me. “I should’ve done that since you want to be a smart ass. Come on in.” she said as she closed the door behind us.

She walked slowly to the couch. I watched her throw that ass with each step. Mmm, damn. She knew she didn’t have no business doing that to me. I soon followed behind her.

“So, what’s up with the movie was tellin’ me about last night?”

“It was pretty good. I really enjoyed it.”

“That’s good.” I nodded. “I should’ve fucked with you throughout and asked what kinda panties you had on.”

“You would have been disappointed and roasted my ass. I wore some grannies.” she chuckled. “But my pussy is waxed though.” Candy leaned back and got comfortable.

“I laughed and almost licked my lips.”

Candy rubbed her thighs slowly while looking down.

“You gotta pick one, big draws or waxed pussy.”

“Hmmmmm.” I paused.

“Well?”

“Waxed pussy tastes good so I’d bear with the draws.”

“Smart choice.”

“The best one.” I replied.

“It really is.”

I stared at her thighs. My mind wandered about what was between them. The pussy had to be pretty especially with all that waxing shit she talked.

My dick jumped and I was about to try to pull those shorts to the side, but I snapped out of it.

“But real talk, I’m just glad you got out the house since you’ve been studying so hard.”

“You came over to check on lil ol’ me at this time of night? Aww, you so sweet.” Candy teased.

“Yo ass do know that I stay like ten minutes away, right?” I smirked.

“Yea.”

“I’m just sayin. You ain’t touched grass in a minute and probably thought I stayed in Wakanda or somethin’.”

“Anyways!”

I moved in closer to her. I could smell her perfume. I could hear her breath quicken.

“Let me ask you a legit question.”

I did this to break some of the tension of course.

“Ok.” She replied.

“Why you pushin’ yourself so hard? Do you feel like you got somethin’ to prove?”

“I always do.” Her eyes met mine, then she quickly looked down. She leaned into my shoulder and exhaled.

“Who told you that?” I asked.

“Me.”

“You gotta let go of that shit, you know. The only opinion that matters in the end is Candy’s. Not even mine. “

“You’re so right and I’m working on that.”

“I got a feeling Imma have to smack that ass a lil til you get it right. But you knowing that you’re good is a start.”

“Sometimes, I need a lil discipline.”

“I got you on that.”

I put her hair in my lap and stroked her hair. Her legs opened wider as she exhaled again. I ran my hands over her thighs. Her skin was soft as fuck. And she didn’t give me any resistance.

I ran my hands up and down her thighs, playfully tugging at her shorts. Candy grabbed my hand and slid it in them.

“Waxed like I told you.”

Candy let out a breathy moan as she guided my hand over her pussy lips.
“It’s all smooth and sexy…” She continued.

I fingered her slowly. Candy slid her shorts down, then tossed them to the side. I pulled my finger out then rubbed her clit.

Candy let out a soft moan as she placed her hand on top of mine. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding against my fingers.

I was minding my black-owned business when my phone blared. Annnnndd, the first thing I heard was..

“Don’t be mad at me, but…”

I wasn’t here for it. I already knew it was gonna be some one-hundred percent, grade-A, Michelin five-star bullshit. Nope. Not today. Never again.

“I’m mad. Bye.” I told her.

People had a friend that they would call to absolve them of guilt for shit that they didn’t learn from. I ain’t wanna be that friend no more. One thing about being the “nice” friend that established boundaries, people tested them to see if they stood on business.

The phone rang again. I contemplated not answering but..

“Really? You ain’t let me get it out.” Dionne said with a lil bass in her voice.

“There ain’t nothin’ to get out.”

She started to frustrate me but didn’t care.

“I don’t wanna hear that shit. I – I. I don’t care this point. I don’t wanna know that shit either. Bye.”

I had needs that none of them rarely bothered to meet. If it were someone else? Shiiiiit, they’d happily jump. Some weird nigga or bitch on social media? They’d probably empty their pockets. I needed help with a real important project and only two really came through. But not her. I needed a ride to work. Once, and only once. She ain’t come through that time either.

I put my phone on silent and tossed that bitch across the room.

Yeet.

Besides, I had shit to take care of. I had a staring contest with the TV and lost. BET ran their Baby Boy and Tyler Perry marathon and I was knocked out before Jody and Yvette had a contest about who hated who the most.

I was having a good ass dream. I was on the sets of “Shake It Like A Dog” and “Tip Drill” bouncing from one to another. The Tip Drill beat got louder all of a sudden. Hold up, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I jumped up, ran across the room and grabbed my phone.

“I know this slow ass didn’t. ” I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. “What the?” I tried to regain composure before my next thought. “Fuck!”

Dionne showed up on my Ring cam. At three in the fuckin morning!

It wasn’t enough that I don’t get to see “No Panties on the Dance Floor,” and I missed “What That Thang Smell Like,” she actually pulled up from across the other side of town.

“On my soul, you annoying the fuck outa me. Olodumare, help me because Yahweh got some slow ass children, boy! Shit!” I thought to myself.

I looked at my phone and calmly spoke into it. “Go home, Dionne. It’s three in morning.”

Open up. Quit playing.” She still banged on the door. “I know you ain’t gonna let one of your Black Queens stay outside in the cold. Hello?”

“Fuck me. Why? ” I dragged myself to the door. “Aight.”

I opened the door slowly and this unstable creature burst in my spot like she was the Juggernaut.

“The only reason I ain’t kickin you out right is that you drove a good minute, but I’m bout to go to sleep.” I locked the door behind me.

“You can hit the couch. Blankets and shit in the linen closet. I’m doin’ OT, that means you gotta be up and out by 5:30. Goodnight.”

I closed the door and tried to sleep.

Her ass must’ve been a ninja in a past life because I didn’t hear her open the door. If she were an intruder, I’d been fucked.

The crocodile tears started to flow from her eyes.

“For real?” Crocodile tears began to flow from her eyes and, cue the dramatics. “You really mad?” she asked.

“Yep.”

Dionne climbed in the bed and laid her head on my chest. I almost took the damn bait.

“Is it cuz it’s about some niggas or somethin?”

“Yep. I already know.”

She gripped my dick like that was about to change somethin.

“Naw, D. Nope. That shit ain’t finna work.” My upper lip curled.

“What ain’t?”

Dionne kissed down my chest, to my stomach headed towards my dick. That shit felt good but it was manipulative.

“Naw, come on up. We ain’t doin’ this shit.” I scowled.

“This ain’t what you wanted? You used to tell me how sexy I was and how sexy my body was and…”

“You are and that body on point. This shit ain’t happenin though.” I cut her off before more came out.

“You always been talkin’ bout my pussy. When I used to send you a lil some. How pretty it was and how you wanted to get in it. That what you want?”

She knew my weakness. Yea, it was pretty. This was the second time I’ve seen it and the fact that I was so close to sliding in it, damn.

“Fuck no.” I thought to myself. I still didn’t give in. Fuck alla that.

“Move.”

“This pretty pink pussy. This fat ma.” Her fingers glistened and she tried to feed it to me.

“For real, D. Gone with that shit.”

I pushed her back off me and sat up.

“You really mad because niggas done hit this shit before you?”

“Fuck you and yo pussy.” The old me slowly went away. If it were any other time I would have given in. “Get the fuck out my house. You pissin me the entire fuck off now. Go on.”

Dionne put all her weight down on the bed until I was able to pick her up and carry her to the front door.

“Gone, Dionne. I ain’t in the mood for this shit. I don’t know if you drunk or some shit. Go sleep that shit off in the car or whatever.”

“I’m sorry…”

I closed the door in her face and locked it. I was finally able to rest.