Zero Obstacles (Lesbian/WLW)

Chapter Eleven: Playin' Games

AZIYA

Naaliq's on DJ duties for our impromptu slumber party, spinning a chill playlist. "Cuddy Buddy" by Mike Jones floats through her hotel room smoothly and sensually. Fresh from a shower, Naaliq stands by the bed, tying a red velvet durag over her braids. A snug tank highlights her full breasts, her nipples pressing through the nude shade. But my eyes keep wandering lower.

Ever since she confessed that she had a sausage, I've had a strange craving for meat. Every other second, I catch a glimpse of her bulge in my peripheral and wonder, How has she been hiding that? Those gray sweats are proudly telling her biggest secret.

"You sure you wanna play UNO with me?" Naaliq lifts an eyebrow, eyeing the UNO Dare cards I pulled from my slumber party bag.

"Yeah, I wanna play. That's why I brought the cards," I say, rolling my eyes with a teasing smirk. I sit cross-legged in the middle of her bed, the comfort of her hoodie still weighing on my body. She sits across from me, grumbling under her breath.

"You're always grumbling and muttering," I say. "Speak with your chest, Weak-a-Liq."

Naaliq twists her lips and shakes her head. "I'm about to stop entertaining your l'il bullshit teasing."

"No, you're not." I tease with a playful glance, shuffling the cards. "You can't fool me; you secretly like it."

Naaliq tilts her chin slightly. "Who the hell said that?"

"You," I say, dealing the cards. "If you didn't like it, you would've cursed me out by now." Naaliq looks at me like I'm talking from my asshole. "You curse out everybody who gets on your nerves except me." I make a sassy hair-flip motion, even though my braids are tucked away in my massive bonnet. "You're sweet on me. That's why you call me 'honey.'"

"I call everyone that."

"You call me it the most, though."

"You done?" Naaliq fans out her cards in her large hands, partially hiding her face as I giggle. "What are we playing for?"

"Must everything be a competition with you, Naaliq Goldhawk?"

"Yeah." Her eyebrows knit together as she inspects her cards.

I huff. "Fine. Best two out of three. Winner gets..." I peek at my cards, then at Naaliq. I have a good hand, and she doesn't look too excited about hers. If I can pull this off, I only need one more win. And if I win it all, I know exactly what I want. "Winner gets a lap dance and a strip tease from the loser."

Naaliq's fingers brush against her chin. A rogue glint twinkles in her eyes, vanishing as fast as a shooting star. "You for real?"

"I heard you've been trash-talking Tre's lap dance skills. I wanna see if you can do better." I purse my lips to keep from smiling.

Every time I mention Tre, Naaliq's right eye does the cutest little twitch. When she found out Tre and I were texting, she basically snatched my phone to add her number. Tre's constantly hitting me up, especially during booty call hours. But Naaliq plays it cool. I'm usually the one to text her first, sending funny TikToks and playful messages. She typically replies with seven crying laughing emojis or seven eye-rolling ones. I'm not sure if it's because her jersey number is #7, but knowing Naaliq's nonchalance, it's probably just a coincidence.

"Why do you care if I was talkin' junk about Tre?" Naaliq flips a card from the top of the deck: a blue 8. "I figured her thirsty ass wasn't your type?"

"What do you assume my type is?" I quiz, adding a blue card on top of Naaliq's.

"I'on know, but I doubt it's Tre. You're a smart girl. You can spot bullshit from a galaxy away."