Portray

House Party (part 2)

They pulled up to a corner home on seven mile. One of several of Nap-o's trap spots. The house was filled to capacity to the point half of the function spilled out onto the front lawn. Dozens of people acknowledged him as he entered inside. There was pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen counter and solo cups scattered about. Nap-o wasted no time to pop the cork to the bottle of Hennessy. He poured Tray a drink. He took it, though he didn't like Hennessy that much as it was a strong drink.

The O.G. didn't stick around long enough for them to kick it as his attention was taken up by a tall, brown-sugar toned woman walking by. Tray checked out the girl as Nap-o creeped up along side her, grabbing a handful of her assets. He downed the cup of Hennessy in one gulp, then walked over to the kitchen counter and popped the top to a pizza box. He was quickly disappointed finding that roaches already had dibs on it. Settling on an empty stomach, he went into the living room—or what was supposed to be it. The room had little to no furniture besides a lawn care set. On it, four people played dominos while the rest of the room danced to music and entertained small talk.

He made his way outside for air. Out there he popped a square in his mouth sitting on the side lines  watching the crowd of people do their thing. In the crowd, he recognized a girl he knew from Mumford High, Kadijah. She wasn't dancing, just talking with her friend's over a blunt. He eyed her long enough for them both to exchange eye contact. He looked off into the other direction.

"I see you still not into dancing much."

Tray looked up to see Kadijah approaching.

She wore a rich smile with her arm extended, offering him the blunt.

"Figured you'd want to hit some tree instead of that..."

"You know me best," Tray said, taking the blunt, "but nah, rather chill and watch the crowd."

"Ha! I remember prom night you did the same. . . sitting on a rock with Tuck and 'em, smoking while Wanda danced with her girls." Kadijah recalled, playfully nudging him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, that was the night she broke the news she was pregnant." Tray replied, blowing out an "O" shaped cloud of smoke.

"What a lit night I bet."

Tray smiled at her remark, though he barely made eye contact with her. Instead he looked off to the side of her. Some part of him felt out of place being here. In the back of his mind, he knew Wanda would trip if she knew he was at some party. Without telling her. Especially being in the same place as Kadijah. The two of them had history in high school. None of it being good—according to Wanda.

"Come over and dance." she said, grabbing Tray by his wrist.

At first, he didn't move. Instead he sat there puffing the blunt.

"Don't be a ham. Have some fun." the girl challenged him, turning around while still holding onto his wrist.

She stood directly in front of Tray, her backside on full display. His eyes trailed along her curvy body. After the blunt was down to a tail, he tossed it and let Kadijah lead him to the area that people were dancing. T-Pain's, In Love with a Stripper, played from a stereo system out of a Monte Carlo. Kadijah gyrated slowly, the same as the other girls. By the next song, she pulled Tray up close to her, placing his hands on her thighs.

Tray now feeling high and buzzed, his reaction time was slowed. He didn't bother fighting her off. He gripped her inner thighs as her body grinded against his pelvis. In that moment, both their bodies had become one. She stuck to him like a wet T-shirt. He was completely consumed.

With his eyes closed, he held Kadijah's body tighter as he thrusted her.  All of a sudden he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Doug behind him.