A Red Apple (14 page)

The past weekend was
the longest in my eyes. I haven’t partied that hard in forever but even when I do, I rarely indulge back to back. It is a Tuesday morning and the weather isn’t too bad, Texas weather is always some timing. It is time for my 8:30 class and I’m exhausted but I get up because I hate to skip class. Brianna has been bugging me to talk about something since yesterday but I blew her off because I don’t feel like talking. “Geesh,” this morning is not off to a good start. My room is freezing cold so I grab by robe and pace over to the thermostat to turn up the heat. I look at my phone and realize a text from Zeke had came in, ‘CANCEL YOUR PLANS FOR TONIGHT… I WANT YOU… ONLY YOU.’ My pussy throbs at the thought of having him pushing inside of me but he is not going to see me tonight because I am not about to be at his every beck and call. I had learned the hard way, the harder you make him fight for it the more he wants it. I decide I won’t respond to his text.  

After taking a shower and getting dressed it is time to head over to the Bell Liberal Arts building. All eyes are on me as I strut through the hallways looking like a bad bitch as usual. I’m wearing a light red V-neck blouse, dark red express capris and tan pumps. My hair is up in a bun and I am rocking my Gucci reading glasses
just for the sake of fashion. ‘I make this shit look easy,’ I tell myself. What puts the icing on the cake is my tan Fendi satchel. There isn’t a single female on my level and if there is, I haven’t come across her. No such thing as competition when you’re in a league of your own.  

Class is a drag and I can barely focus because I am so out of it. My professor, M
r. Ellis, is talking and the lecture is going in one ear and out of the other. He always stares at me like I am a meal ready-to-eat but I will never give his ass any play because I’ve been told he is for everybody. Meaning, he is sleeping around with hell of females on campus. It is too bad though because the brother is fine for an older man. He is a tall, chocolate bald man. His body is in great shape and you can tell because his clothes hug him just right.

All I can think about is eating some sushi and having a c
old glass of Moscato at Sushiyama in the heart of the city. I text my girl B to meet me there around 12 for lunch and to order my usual if she gets there before me. I figure we can talk about whatever the hell she’s been bugging me about.

“What you been up to,” I ask embracing Brianna.

“Shit,” I can tell she is upset because she gets right down to it. “So why you aint tell me you were fucking with Zeke like that?”

“So I have to tell you about every nigga I fuck?” I spit back because I’m not about to let her check me.

“No I guess you don’t. But damn, you knew I was trying to get with him. I thought we were better than that Piper. Why couldn’t you keep it real?” B is steaming.

“First of all we fucked long bef…” I try to say before she cuts me off.

“Bitch please!” B starts. “Zeke told me he told your ass he was trying to see what was up with ME in the first place but your hating ass forgot to mention that.”

‘What?’ I say to myself because this bitch is really starting to make my blood boil. I decide to keep my cool. “Look B, you’re my girl so I’m not about to lose you over some dick. I don’t know what he told YOU but we’ve been fucking around off and on since August. I like him a lot. I can’t lie about that. But if it’s going to come between us I will leave the nigga alone.” I lie because there is no way in hell that’s going to happen but I want to keep the peace.

“Okay bitch you get a pass on Zeke! No more secrets though what’s up with all the shade lately heifer?” We both break out into laughter.

“So… can I tell you about him?” I have wanted to tell her for the longest.

“Your ass done waited this long so spill it,” B smiles with interest.

“Ok so he was my intro to sociology professor last semester.” I begin.

“You kidding me right? He teaches at our school? So that’s why your ass wasn’t trying to miss class last term huh?”
She says.

“Yeah and that’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I just felt like damn how could I tell my best bitch that I
’m fucking a professor and shit? But yeah a bitch wasn’t trying to miss any classes…ever.” I say before we clap hands.

“I know that’s right but girl I would’ve understood. Is he the same nigga you was getting all dressed up for last semester
? Wait… The Denali? He’s the reason you was going all crazy outside the dorm that day?” B says like she is finally putting the pieces together.

“I know but I promise to tell you everything from now on and yeah that’s his ass.” I take a sip of my Moscato.

We talk about everything and drink for at least two hours. I am glad my girl is on board with Zeke and me talking because I can’t live without him and I love B like a sister.

Back in The Day

We have been friends since 10
th
grade in high school. Back in those days she used to be sprung off of a dude name Kevin, which is how I met her. Kev and I lived on the same block and he used to throw huge parties at his crib when his mom and dad were on vacation. So one day I was walking to his house and saw her sitting on the stoop with him. In my opinion, she was too cute for his weed head ass but it wasn’t my business. B had a model type body, about 5’7, slender, with long legs. She was a yellow bone chick but her face was average. With makeup and the right clothes she was an eight but she was such a plain Jane back then. When I stopped in front of them and cleared my throat, B looked like she wanted to beat my ass down for being all up in their mix. It didn’t faze me any because I was only there to kick back and hang around one of the only other black people in my neighborhood.

“What’s up
Kev?” I asked Kevin, completely ignoring his little flunky.

“Shit,” he looked me up and down sexually. He was such a hoe ass nigga. “Brianna this is Piper. Let’s go inside.”

Brianna and I said what’s up to each other and followed suit behind Kevin. Once we made it inside, we started playing spades and Kevin lit himself a blunt. B and I laughed and talked so much you would’ve thought we were old girlfriends. We started talking about the classes we were in and realized we had 6
th
period together. Everyday after that, we were thick as thieves, inseparable. We fought together, cried together, laughed together and even lived together when I ran away for a week to her house. The years haven’t done anything to our bond but brought us closer together.

A few weeks have gone by since I last seen Zeke and I am starting to miss him a lot. He has texted me and called a few times but I am trying to hold back because I’m mad about him lying to B like that. Not that I was forthcoming but to tell her he was checking for her
before me was fucked up. Plus, I want it to be more than a sex thing between us. I can tell he has other plans because each time he texts me he is talking about ‘getting up in it.’ My response is usually short and simple, just enough to let him know I’m still interested. I’m starting to wish I had dropped his class last semester like my gut told me to but I can’t take it back now. But today I need to get some because I am craving Zeke to be inside me. I’m in the middle of doing something and flashbacks of us fucking are sneaking into my mind. ‘Damn, I need him to break me off.’

It’s Valentine’s Day
and I feel lonely. I have been keeping my head focused on my schoolwork. I get out at the gas station and head inside to pay for some gas because I am riding on E. It is so damn chilly outside, I am glad I have on my Texas State sweats and UGG boots. My hair is in a messy ponytail because I have been up writing my research paper all weekend. While I’m in line to purchase gasoline, I see Zeke and damn he is looking good enough to eat.  He is sporting a long sleeve white thermal, some cargo pants and a pair of timbs. His dreads are pulled back into a ponytail and I can tell his edge up is fresh. Then I see that same ratchet bitch from the club a month ago, get out of his car. I had also exchanged a few words with her myself when she came to his house that next day and I was there alone. Once they come inside the bitch is smiling from ear to ear all up in his face. I walk right up to them and pop the bitch in her mouth. She is lucky Zeke grabs me up before I can really put an ass whooping on her.

“Bitch I told you to keep your ass away from my man!” I am wiggling trying to make him let go of me so I can get to the bitch.

“If he’s your man then why am I fucking him?” She retorts.

“You’re just a nut that’s why you fuck
bitch.” I am livid because she isn’t trying to fight me back. Instead she is calmly standing there with a smug smile on her face.

“Let me go so I can handle this simple bitch!” I yell at Zeke as he is walking me towards the exit.

He throws me into his truck, slams the door shut and runs over to the driver side.

“Yo, what the fuck Piper?” He snaps. “This shit doesn’t look good. What if one of my colleagues was here?”

“I don’t give a fuck about your colleagues?” I have my hands all up in his face. “Why are you here with that bitch? I will fuck both of y’all asses up nigga.”

Next thing I know his hands are around my neck and he is choking me. “You got a lot a shit wit
chu. You think I’m one of these duck ass niggas you be talking to huh? You hear me talking to you?”

I do hear him but I can’t respond because his hands are still wrapped around my neck. When he finally let’s me go I am gasping for air to save my life. He runs back into the store, exchange words with that stupid bitch and gets back in the truck.  He lights up a blunt and peels off. After catching my breath, I start telling him about my Rover being left up there and he doesn’t respond. I tell him about my research paper I need to finish and he says nothing again. Finally, I remind him that the stupid bitch he left up there is waiting on him and he pulls over.

“You want me to fuck you up?” He reaches toward me and I flinch.

“No!” I yell. “I want to go home.”

He pulls me over to his lap and starts kissing me. He is sucking my tongue and biting my lip. “Take these off so I can take you home,” he demands tugging at my sweats. I do as he tells me and take off my panties as well. He pushes my back onto the steering wheel and starts sucking, cupping and squeezing my nipples. It feels so good I am about to cum right here and now. He fondles my pussy, “Mmmm,” I moan. “Damn girl this pussy is soaking wet, you miss the boss or what?” I nod my head but keep my eyes shut. He pulls his dick out and positions me to sit on it and when I do, my head falls back in ecstasy. He lifts me up by my ass cheeks and starts pounding into me. “OHH…YESSS…DADDY FUCK THIS PUSSY!” I am screaming at the top of my lungs. “Got damn girl you wetta than a muva… Oh… Shit.” He is hitting the inside of this pussy so good and deep my entire body starts shaking. “I’M CUMIIINGG...ZEKE.” He doesn’t let up and continues working my insides. “YEAH I’M TAKIN THAT ASS HOME… THIS WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT?” I just bow my head because my orgasm feels too good to talk. Seconds later, his dick starts pulsating and I know he is busting. “ARRRRGGGHHH… FUCK,” Zeke let’s out. I collapse into his arms and let him hold me.

“Now talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong?” Zeke wants to know as he rubs my back.

“Tell you for what? You don’t give a damn about me and you make that clear.” I say.

“I care about you Piper,” he picks my face up and looks into my eyes. “You see I can’t stop fucking with your young ass.”

“You say you care about me but yet you still fucking around with that ratchet bitch.” I remind him. “You trying to talk to my friend and shit telling her all kinds of bullshit lies.”

“Her name is
Lissha and she works for me.” He chuckles.

“But she says y’all are fucking Zeke.”

“Occasionally but she don’t mean shit to me.”

“How would you feel if I was fucking other niggas and told you that?” I ask.

“You not crazy,” he warns. “So I wont feel shit.”

“Do you love me,” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“You kill me nigga
. You can have all the hoes but I have to be committed to you? You don’t know if you love me, you don’t know if you want to be with me. I mean what do I get out of the deal? A good fuck.” I say with my face twisted up.

“You get whatever you want, just name it
.” He kisses my forehead. “The world is yours baby…Happy Valentines Day.”

“Then why are we not together Zeke?”
I ask him.

“Is that what you really want?” he smiles at me. “You better make sure you know what you asking for woman.”

“I want to be your woman.” I confess surely.

“Get up Piper,” Zeke starts laughing. “We out here
fuckin’ and laying up in the middle of the street. This shit is bananas.”

I move back to my seat and laugh a little myself because we are in a compromising position. Him blowing off what I said hurts though and I want to know where we are going with this thing once and for all. We drive back to the
store, he fills my tank up and tells me to trail him.

I keep wondering if he feels the same way because he always gives me these half ass answers
that are never concrete. He probably thinks I am a bonafied hoe after the roller coaster ride we have been on. If so, I can’t blame him because I sure have been acting like one. My phone starts ringing and I am happy to have my thoughts interrupted.