A Hood Holiday by Brick & Storm

Author:Brick & Storm [Brick & Storm]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, Urban Life, One Hour (33-43 Pages), African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00QZ8ZK60
Publisher: Sankofa Publications
Published: 2014-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

4: Baskets

I would have loved nothing more than to dip inside of Sida at the moment. I had a thing about fresh smelling vaginas. If a chick didn’t have some kind of yogurt with live active cultures in her diet, I wouldn’t fuck with her. That meant her pussy didn’t have enough good bacteria and it probably smelled. I’d told Sida I hadn’t cheated on her and that was the truth. Any chick I’d smashed had been when we were off. Whenever we were on, I was a faithful dude. To be honest, I was thinking about that shit because in the back of my mind, I felt open and vulnerable. Not because a nigga didn’t have his guns on him, but because Sida was with me.

Shorty could get seriously hurt if those niggas caught up with us and took me out. That scared me more than anything. I needed to get her home and once I did that, I could handle those two enforcers. I knew Big Johnson wasn’t going to let me live in peace. I was too valuable to him. He didn’t care that I went off to college. As long as I pushed his products to the white kids out there, everything was everything. Nigga was running a million dollar empire out there fucking with those rich white kids.

But Sida was wrong, I did listen to shorty. I always listened to her. It’s just that I wasn’t going to let this shit go until I wanted to. And strange enough, I’d decided that now was the time. Big Johnson couldn’t handle that. Right now though, Sida’s heavy breathing was fucking with a nigga. She was so wet. She was always ready and so was I. Condoms were in my wallet as I never left home without a couple. And as bad as I wanted to turn Sida around and dig deep in her, shorty was worth more than a quick fuck in a dilapidating building with killers after me.

So I moved my hand from her sweats, then licked my fingers.

She giggled then said, “You so nasty, Baskets.”

I grinned with a shrug. “You like that shit so whatever.”

“You think they’re gone for real?” she then asked.

“Only one way to find out. Give me one of your blades.”

Sida went inside of her bra and pulled out two Swiss blades and a pocket knife. I shook my damn head.

“Damn, girl,” I quipped. “Always ready for some shit to pop off.”

Sida gave a slick smile. “Hey, if I stay ready, I never have to get ready.”

“True,” I whispered. “When I push this shit out the way, no matter what happens, you run the hell up out of here and don’t stop until you get home, understand? Don’t worry about me. Just go home, understand?”

I could tell she was ready to fight me on it, but the look in my eyes must have told her now was not the time.

So she nodded. “Okay, but if you don’t come to my mama’s house and you die out here, nigga, I’mma kill you.

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