Who do you trust most your loved ones or your lover? - When these two New Yorkers meet intense feelings between them begin to form much to the displeasure of others around them. Both Nasir Jones and Nicki Maraj faith in love is put through the ultim...
Nicki had a nice ass I'll give her that'. It was round and looked soft to the touch as she led the way upstairs to her bedroom "don't be looking at my ass either..." she warned as I looked away with a slight smile on my face.
She pushed open her bedroom door and mostly everything was pink. It felt like stepping inside a bottle of Pepto-Bismol.
"Can you guess my favorite color yet?" She questioned followed by a very loud cackle.
She had teddy bears and other stuffed-toys around. I'd think somebody her age would've outgrown all this by now but besides all the pink shit everywhere the room was set up nice, to be honest, I ain't never seen that many clothes on coat-hangers in a closet before.
"You can sit if you want..." she told me as I sat on the bed watching as she pulled something from under one of the bears on the shelf "you want to listen to some music? What you like..." she asked before flicking on the radio playing rap music and swaying her hips to the beat only when she turned my way did I realize she had a blunt and lighter in hand "when your sis dates the Weedman you get the hook-up." She lit it and we just started smoking and listening to rap. "Why you ain't got a girlfriend?" She asked minutes in.
"You sure do ask a lotta questions," I replied between puffs—feeling her brown eyes burning a hole through the side of my face.
"It's not like you ask any." she retorted.
"Why you don't got no man?" I asked her handing her back the blunt as she took it then glared up at her ceiling fan.
"I don't know... I guess I'm picky." she coughed.
"Picky! What for? All these niggas in the hood and you ain't vibing with one?"
"Well..." She sighed as I mimic her actions making her laugh "don't do that."
"Don't do what?" I grabbed hold of her and we were wrestling around but not rough enough that the blunt I held between my lips fell while I pinned her down by her wrists watching as her heart raced up and down through her silk blouse then up to her mouth that looked soft and onto her brown eyes that were watching me; they were dilated meaning she wanted a nigga as much as I did her and there was nothing between us but this blunt and our clothes.
I took the blunt from my mouth putting it out in the ashtray placed on her nightstand and kissed her; the first time our lips locked I knew I wanted more but I ain't wanna rush her.
She bent her knee then proceeded to roam her free hand down my body as I slipped in some tongue and she reciprocated.
The way I wanted and the way I knew she would'.
Just' then the damn door swung open "mom and Dad home!" Her sister shouted while pushing Chris into the bedroom too as I pulled down my shirt and stood' "yall gotta go."
Nicki wiped her mouth as she stood as well rushing to her bedroom window sliding it open' "go out the fire escape hurry!" Chris led the way as I followed.
"Bye, Nas."
Halfway down the fire escape I could see the car pull up into their driveway but luckily we left out the gate in the back which led us into an alley and there we parted; me to Aunt Peaches place and Chris... I don't know where that nigga dipped to all I know is he was gone.
"What you smiling about?" Aunt Peaches questioned me as I was walking to her house. Smiling, what me? Nah never! Wait! Was I?
"Nothing."
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