Secrets of a Side Bitch (5 page)

Simone

“Well, if you pregnant, it ain’t mine! So why the fuck you tellin’ me?!”

             
The way Tre talked to me made me feel like shit. I couldn’t believe that this was the man that I had loved for the last two years. It had been a month since he broke up with me. It had been a month of him ignoring my calls and not answering any of my emails, since I had to resort to that after he changed his number. No matter how much time it had been, I missed him like crazy- so crazy that I emailed him telling him that I was pregnant.

             
I wasn’t pregnant, but if that got his attention good enough for him to call me, then so be it. If it got him to actually meet up with me, I would figure out the rest later.

             
“Tre, I swear! I’m two months, baby. I went to the doctor yesterday.”

             
“Bitch, you crazy as hell!”

             
I filled the phone with tears. The pregnancy was phony but the tears were real. I had given this man two years. I had given him my everything and loved him better than his wife ever could. No matter how much he felt about his wife, I couldn’t believe that he didn’t love or even care about me enough to even believe me.

             
“You think I’m crazy all you want to, but what the fuck yo’ wife gone say when she find out?!”

             
I think I was crying so hard because I wanted him to believe me that bad. All I needed was some physical time with him so that he could remember how good we were together.

             
When he got silent, I knew that I had at least scared him enough that he was willing to hear me out.

             
“Stop treating me like this, Tre. I love you, baby. You know that I would do anything for you.”

             
“Simone, it’s over.” This time, he wasn’t yelling. It was as if he was begging me to get it through my head.

             
“It being over ain’t got shit to do with this baby! And if you don’t stop treating me like this, I am telling your wife!”

             
“Bye, bitch!”

             
When the call ended, I couldn’t believe it. Tre had called me from an anonymous number, so I couldn’t call him back.

             
I couldn’t believe that I had gotten so desperate, but I was willing to do whatever I had to do to get what I wanted. I had always been like that.

             
As I held my phone in my hand, it began to ring. It was Omari, so I quickly stopped my tears so that I could answer his call.

             
“Hello?”

             
“Hey, baby. Be there in ten minutes.”
              “Okay.”

             
I was set to go out on a date with Omari. We had been seeing each other for a few weeks, but it didn’t get my mind off of Tre. I loved Tre when Omari barely seemed interested in me. Yes, he took me to nice places and called me often, but he ignored all of my advances. I needed a man, someone to rock me to sleep and make me forget about being lonely.

             
Omari, for whatever reason, was too timid to do that. When we first hung out, I could tell that he was intimidated by my nice job, nice car, and big home. But as the weeks went by, I noticed that he was dabbling into some extracurricular activities that was putting some coins in his pockets. Therefore, he was able to treat me on the level that I was accustomed to. I knew exactly what he was dabbling in because he talked freely around me. It turned me on to be with a nigga in the dope game. That was a first for me.

             
But like I said, he had yet to fuck with me like I wanted him to, so as we said goodbye I finished getting ready with little urgency. Prior to Tre’s phone call, I had showered and changed into a mint green mermaid maxi dress. Paired with some stiletto sandals, it was casual yet classy enough for wherever he had in mind to take me that night.

             
Just as Omari rang the bell, I was finishing up the retouch of my makeup and getting rid of the smudges that the tears left. My mind was still on Tre and it was driving me crazy. I checked my cell for a missed call or email one more time as I walked towards the front door. Luckily, I had an email, so I stopped dead in my tracks in the hallway. Quickly, I opened the Google Mail app. It was indeed Tre, but once I saw that he started the email with “Hoe”, I closed the email and decided to read it later.

             
When I opened the door for Omari, he looked like he was having just as much of a fucked up night as I was.

             
“Hey you.” No matter how tired he looked, he greeted me with a smile. It actually looked like laying eyes on me had brightened his day. He looked over the curves that my maxi dress enhanced and licked his lips. “You look great.”

             
“Thank you. You look great, but tired. Long day?”

             
Omari stepped into the foyer as I went to grab my purse.

             
“Yea, something like that. I had a crazy day.”
              “Well, we don’t have to go anywhere if you’re too tired.”

             
Purse in hand, I walked towards him. As soon as he could reach them, he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him. My pussy leaked as my body came in contact with his. This man had undeniable presence. His smell alone wrapped around me and suffocated me.

             
“I want to feed you,” he told me as he kissed my forehead.

             
“You can feed me in other ways.” I was literally purring into his ear. I was being forward, but I didn’t care. Tre had left me feeling like less of a woman. I needed to be convinced otherwise. Omari was the perfect man for the job.

             
Suddenly, I could feel the familiar heat that was always between Omari and I when we were together. There was sexual chemistry between us that was so magnetic that it felt like my body was being drawn to him. Yet, he ignored that chemistry so effortlessly that it made me question my femininity. He would only kiss me, as he did at that moment. Only tonight he was aggressive with his touch; grabbing me by the back of my head, sucking each of my lips, and biting them gently.

             
“Let’s stay in.” I was practically begging. I was so ready to give this man all of me. I wanted him to take me so badly.

             
He continued grabbing my hair with his huge hands as he spoke to me. “You sure?”

             
We were breathing hard and staring into each other’s eyes. He knew that I wanted to give him this pussy. The way he procrastinated taking it made me want to give it to him even more.

             
My answer was taking off his shirt. The sight of his bare upper body made me thank God silently. This man was built like a Greek God. Flattening his tire that day was well worth it. It was the only way that I could get him to stand still long enough to hold a conversation with me. On lunch, I flattened his tire with a letter opener from my office. Then, as the day ended, I stood in the window waiting for him to come to his car. When he did, I hurried down the stairs to offer my help.

             
Yet, as we kissed, touched, and groped one another as we walked to my couch, I knew it was worth pulling that crazy ass move and mentally gave myself a pat on the back for pulling this sexy motherfucker. I was always the type of woman to do what I had to do to get my way, and tonight was no exception. I was tired of Omari’s sexy ass denying my femininity. I knew he wanted this pussy, and he was playing around with taking it.

             
I pushed him down on the couch. Then I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I tore at his jeans, damn near ripping them as I excitedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Omari looked at me pleasingly. He was happy that I was eager to please him.

             
When his thick long inches of dark skinned goodness charged out of his pants in a full erection, I had to thank God again.

             
My mouth gravitated to his dick. Finally, I was able to wrap my lips around the warmth of his chocolate love. As soon as it was in my mouth, my mouth began to water with excitement. I took Omari’s hand and put on my head, allowing him to treat me like a slut and fuck my face.

             
“Oh shit,” slid out of his mouth in reaction to the oral love that I was making to his dick. I let the saliva run from my mouth and slide over him, making the oral love wet and tight. I made sure that my mouth felt like the tight warm hole of a wet pussy.

             
Jagging his dick with both hands, I forced his legs open with my shoulders and began to lick and suck his balls. I looked at him. His expression confirmed that he was falling into lust as I watched his eyes roll into the back of his head while it fell back onto the couch.

             
I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to feel this man’s dick inside of me so bad. Moreover, I wanted him to feel me.

             
Quickly, I lifted my dress and straddled him. His dick felt so warm against my wet pussy.

             
“Wait,” Omari told me as I tried to kiss him. “Let me get a condom.”

             
“You don’t need that, baby.”

             
He looked shocked and confused. To convince him to let me feel him, I slid on top of his dick. I wrapped his arms around my waist and put his hands on my bare ass. He wanted to argue with me. He fought the feeling of my raw love, but I stood on my tip toes and rode him aggressively.

             
“Aw shit.”

             
I’d won. I reached behind me and played with his ball, still wet from my saliva, and again, Omari’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head as I rode his dick.

             
“This dick is so good,” I told him in sexual moans as I felt my orgasm cumming. “You like this pussy, Daddy?”

             
Quickly, he spat, “Hell yea. Cum on this dick.” Then he smacked me on my ass.

             
I loved the way he fucked me back. I loved the way his raw dick felt inside of my wet box. It was such a tight fit that my insides literally cuffed themselves around every inch of him.

             
“I’m cumming, baby.” I was damn near in tears. Finally, I had this man and it was so well worth the wait.

             
“I’m cumming wit’ you.”

             
Omari grabbed me around my waist. As I bounced on his dick and allowed my orgasm to come down, he fucked me and allowed his to do the same. The friction of his dick felt so good that I trembled. Yet, when I knew that he was now cumming, I hopped up, dropped to my knees, put his dick in my mouth, and sucked the cum out of him.

             
“Arrrrrgh!”  Omari fought the sensation as he came down my throat. “Shit! Gawd damn!”

             
I giggled, listening to him curse in delight and watching his toes throw up gang signs through his socks. I sucked out every last drop. I even licked my lips until it was all gone.

             
Omari looked at me like I was crazy as I got up from my knees and sat beside him. He was paralyzed from the orgasm and couldn’t move.

             
“Damn, girl,” was all he could say through short breaths.

             
While rubbing his head, I asked, “Was it good to you, baby?”

             
“Hell yea.”

             
I sat closely by him, now rubbing his dick, hoping that it would get hard again but just willing to massage it, making sure that Omari felt good. Again, his head went back and he fell into the massage. He seemed to take advantage of how I catered to his dick.

             
“You ready for round two?”

             
I was on my knees before Omari could answer. His dick was in my mouth again before he could tell me yes or no.

S
ix

Friday
, July 19
th
, 2013

Aeysha

“Where you been all night, Omari?!”

I couldn’t believe this smug son of a bitch had the nerve to walk his ass in the house at four o’clock in the morning!

“I am
so
sick of this shit!”
              I was standing right at the door yelling at the top of my lungs. I’d met him there because I was wide awake when I heard his keys in the door. I had been lying awake all night tossing, turning, and wondering whose pussy he was up in.

Bet it was some ratchet bitch.

Like a typical nigga, Omari ignored me. He actually walked around me as I stood in the middle of the floor wearing my bra, panties, and a head scarf. I remembered a time that he couldn’t ignore me when I had clothes on, much less with my clothes off, so that pissed me off even more and made me sick to my stomach.

“Why don’t we just break
up?”

Now
that
got his attention.

             
Stopping in his tracks and turning to face me, he said, “Stop overreacting.”

             
“This is not over reaction, Omari! You been in and out this motherfucka all day and at all times of night. I’m already up to here with the bitches! Now here you go again!”

             
Tears were falling by now. They weren’t for him. I was disappointed because after all the praying I had done the night before, asking God for a sign, I was terribly disappointed that this was my sign.

             
“This ain’t got nothing to do with bitches!”

             
“How come it don’t?!”

             
Frustrated, Omari made an about-face and continued walking towards the bedroom.

             
I was on his heels, allowing my frustrations to come out in tears that were begging for my man to love me like he use to again, and for me to finally become somebody worth loving.

             
“I know you’re fucking somebody, Omari. You’re doing the same things you use to do; coming in late, not paying me any attention, canceling plans. She must be a bad bitch too ‘cause, unlike the other times, you ain’t even fucking me.”

             
He smacked his lips as he took off his shirt. “Man, what the fuck are you talking about?”

             
There we were; two young people, naked and supposedly in love. But instead of making passionate love, we were fighting like cats and dogs.

             
With a cynical giggle and shake of my head, I spat, “See? You so far up in this bitch that you don’t even realize that you haven’t fucked your woman in a month.”

             
He wanted to argue with me, but he couldn’t. He thought about what I said and realized that I was right.

             
Now that I had his attention, he needed to know that I was at my wits end. “Omari, I can’t do this no more. I love you to death. I have been with you for all of my life, seems like. But I am already in a bad state of mind. I don’t have a job. I can’t get into school.” Even though I had gone through this time and time again, just mentioning the pathetic state of my being made me cry even harder. “I can’t take you treating me like this on top of all of that!”

             
I was crying hysterically at this point. I couldn’t understand why life was this way; why I couldn’t get ahead and why I couldn’t be happy. I felt like, as he was obviously making moves to improve, I was bringing Omari down.

             
As I sat on the bed crying into the palm of my hands, I felt him sit beside me and put his arm around me.

             
“I’ve been working for Ching.”

             
Instantly, my crying ceased.

             
“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to piss you off. But for the past month or so, I been making runs for Ching. I was tired of hurtin’. I was tired of not being able to take care of you like you deserve to be. So, I took him up on his offer.”

             
I didn’t know what to say. Omari was never a street nigga. The fact that he had gone to such lengths to take care of home made me feel stupid as hell for jumping down his throat. The fact that he had to go to such lengths partly because I couldn’t help take care of home made me feel even more worthless. But the fact that he was willing to take these risks for us made me love him that much more.