HAM (Hard As a Muthaf**ka)

What They Want?

What They Want?

                  The sunlight poured into my room as I ducked my head under the sheets…damn, it was morning. I looked at that tight-ass, nekkid body of Quinna’s, layin in my bed, beside me…she was lookin yummy as fuck. I had to dip in that shit again. She whined, movin over, and layin her head on my chest. “What time is it?”

                  “Nine,” I groaned, lookin at my celly. She raised her head slightly. “Dang…Imma have to go. I gotta meet up with my girls this afternoon,”

                  “Okay,” I droned. It didn’t matter to me- after I tag the pussy again, Imma drop-kick the bish out my house anyway. I got thangs to do…

                  I rolled over and started rubbin on her again, kissin at her neck. Quinna moaned, as she had gotten gushy again…we went at it again, as I tore her up. We then got into the shower, kissin and shit, as we washed each other. Quinna then got dressed in her jeans, flats, and cami tank…she brushed her hair, and put on her lipgloss as she looked at me. I put on my red sports mesh shorts, a wifebeater, some ankle socks, and my all-white Nike cortez. I grabbed my money, my keys, and my cell.

                  She took my cell, and put her number in it…then she handed it back to me. “Call me,”

                  “You know I am,”- just not anytime soon. We left the house as I shut off the air, and opened a couple of windows…I turnt on the ceilin fan, so Teja could get some air, while I stepped away. I walked Quinna to the train station. “I enjoyed last night, Jacoby,”

                 “Just call me J,” I said. I kissed her, then paid her fare, as she went through the gates, and went to the escalators to catch the train. As she disappeared out my view, my phone rang on cue. I answered it, walkin away from the gate. “What up Kant?”

                “You frap sump’n nigga?”

                “Believe dat,” I answered. “Nigga, that pussy was like chocolate cake nigga, and it was my birthday,”

                “Haaa! You steppin over today?”

                “Yeah…I gotta clean up first,” I said, walkin back to my apartment. “How was Hawaiian silky, nigga?”

                “Gawd! I got tired of that bitch’s yakkin! She couldn’t suck dick for shit, couldn’t even fuck good…she was lucky, I let her ass sleep over! I knew I shouldda took Phaedra instead,”

                I laughed my ass off, as I walked through the gate. “Hey, I need to go to Mos’ to pick up sump’n…you know,”

                “I got you…you come over, and I’ll spin you over there. I gotta pick me up some weed anyway,” said Kantrell.

               I ended the call, and went back into my place. I put the towels into my dirty clothes basket, and walked to my dresser. I kept a fish bowl lookin glass with change inside…I grabbed out enough, to wash my dirty clothes. I took my clothes to the laundry room…there was this tight-ass older lookin chick there. She glanced to me, then back to foldin her clothes. I put my clothes into two washers…whites in one, colors in the other.

                I put in the detergent, then my change. I started the wash, then took my detergent back to my apartment…I grabbed Teja, and put her chain on her. I walked her down stairs, so she could handle her restroom business. The older lady came out the laundry room, lookin to me and Teja. “Nice dog…does management know you have it?”