WILD THANGZ by Winston Chapman (An Essence Magazine National Best Seller)

Chapter 4

It was 3:46 A.M. when I was awakened by the phone ringing in my hotel room. "Umm, hello," I strained to vocalize.

"Hey Jaz, it's me Trina. I was just calling to let you know I'm in the hotel lobby. I just made it back," Trina whispered, yet sounding wide awake.

"Okay. Thanks for calling," I said, still groggy. "Go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," I returned, surprised and feeling guilty that I had dosed off for over an hour.

I was about to go back to sleep when I remembered that I'd promised to call Brea when Trina called.

Grudgingly, I leaned over to dial Brea's room number on the phone. "Mmm..mmm...Hello?" Brea warmed up her voice while answering just as groggy as me. "Hey Brea, Trina just called from the lobby. She's back at the hotel," I informed her. "From the lobby?" Brea woke up more.

"That's what she said," I affirmed.

"Alright, bye," Brea ended our mandatory phone conversation.

I hadn't re-closed my eyes for more than twenty minutes, when my phone rang again. "Hello," I answered.

"Jaz, it's Brea. Trina brought Jamal back to the hotel with her," Brea whispered into the phone.

"So? How do you know that anyway?"

"I watched them walk by my door through the peep hole," she shamelessly confessed. "See. That's why I shouldn't tell you shit!" I said sitting up in the bed.

"Come over here! I wanna show you something!" Brea said very giddy. "Gurll you trippin'! Mind your own business and go to sleep," I defied.

"No, I'm serious. Come over here now. But make sure you've turned all the lights off in your room first before you come through the adjoining door," she urged.

"Alright. I'ma be over," I said.

I went to the adjoining door that connected my room and Brea's room. I unlocked my side while I waited for her to do the same on her side.

When she opened her side, I was met with a shhhh signal because her index finger was pressed to her lips.

None of the lights were on in her room as she tip-toed in her red silk pajamas top and bottoms to the adjoining door that divided her room and Trina's.

"Trina ain't like you think!" she couldn't wait to divulge, as she wrestled to contain a laugh.

Over her shoulder, I noticed that the adjoining door that led to Trina's room was cracked.

I wanted to be upset that she'd bated me into spying with her, but curiosity got the best of me too.

Now I knew why she was so adamant about me turning the lights off in my room before coming over, concerned that she'd be busted if light seeped from my room into hers and alarmed Trina and Jamal that their door was open.

Brea knelt by the cracked door and I peered in from a standing position over Brea. Immediately I saw what it was that had Brea so tickled.

Trina was kneeling on a couple of pillows in front of a standing Jamal sucking the shit out of his dick.

I covered my mouth to keep the giggle sound in, releasing it as air through my nose. Brea pinched my leg as a warning that I'd better be able to contain my noise.

I couldn't believe what I was watching.

Trina had always bragged to us that she'd never sucked a dick. Like that was a bad thing or something. And here I was watching her sucking that thang like a damn professional street walker. Her head bobbed up and down with speed, even deep-throating it, as she held it in one hand and massaged his balls with the other.