Bite Size Trouble (Urban)

Next stop is...

Fuck! I'm a Gee bitch. I can't be having no feelings for no dude I just met. Wait, I didn't even met him. He didn't even introduce himself to me. He just saved me from whipping his boy's ass.

What the hell? Why was that dude on my mind like this?

"Yo, Bitty," Lucky got me out of my thinking trance saying my other moniker. We were back in the BMW. "You alright? You've been spaced since we left that bitch Jasmine and you had a run in with those fake ass niggas. I got to admit the one they called Maine was kind of cute."

"Who?" I said snapping out of my mental trance.

"The one that touched your ass," Lucky reminded.

"That disrespectful nigga," I said disgusted. "You thought he was cute."

"He was crude but cute," Lucky defended.

"Well, next time he can smack your ass," I said not believing that Lucky actually liked that lame duck Maine. He was a cornball.

"Well, shit, if he wanted, he could," Lucky smiled.

"Hey, that's my job," Cass protested from the backseat where she originally was seated.

"Shut up," Lucky snapped. "You need to worry about getting your hands on some sticky. A bitch want to get fucked up tonight."

"That's what I'm talking about," Cass said, hyped.

"Not for you," Lucky replied. "Dick. I want something swinging not closed up."

"I got something that swings," Cass stated, referring to her strap-on, Thunder.

Lucky just shook her head and looked at me.

"What's up with your girl?" Lucky asked me, referring to Cass.

"Stop teasing her," I suggested and leaned back in the seat more. "Where we going now?"

"Cass picking up some sticky," Lucky informed. "Haven't you been listening since we got in the car? Or were you too busy still daydreaming about that cutey that broke up the fight?"

"What? What are you talking about?" I immediately defended.

"Come on, Bitty, you talking to me," Lucky said like she was offended. "You think I wouldn't notice when my homie has a crush on a dude. I know that look you get. And you was definitely checking ole boy. It's cool, he's a cutey."

"I'm tired of you hoes talking about other niggas while I'm in the car," Cass protested.

"Would you prefer for us to talk about other coochies?" Lucky said turning her head for a minute to look at her.

"Yes," Cass replied without hesitation.

"Well, that light skin bitch that was standing next to Jasmine could get it too," Lucky laughed. "I saw the way she was looking at me when I was gee checking that hoe Jasmine. My nipples got erected. I really wanted to push Jasmine aside and have homegirl suck on my nipples like it was feeding time at the zoo."

"You nasty," I expressed my disgust.

Cass had fun with the idea and started laughing.

"Why am I the only normal one in the car that just like dick?" I said shaking my head.

"I like it too," Lucky stated. "Especially smacking me across the face while a chick eats my snack box like she's a starving Somalian baby."

"Yeah, and I keep one stashed for a rainy day," Cass informed. "Love to let you to see it sometimes. Maybe ride it. Tell me it ain't the real thing, especially when I do it."