The Reunion Show (7 page)

“Yeah, I feel it. I'mma take care of that for you real soon, but back up 'cause I'm a little hot right now.”

“Keep it hot, all right? Real hot.”

I released a fake laugh and exited the pool. I was glad that my hair was braided to the back, that way I didn't have to worry about it being all over my head. I picked up a towel to dry off and then sat between Tracy and Portia, who didn't want to swim. The fellas were getting it in. They kept busy by playing volleyball in the pool.

“This is the life,” Portia said, changing the subject and forgetting about our little squabble. “I could live here forever. You gon' hate leavin' here, ain't you?”

“Yes and no. I kind of—”

I paused to turn my head because I noticed Tracy's and Portia's attention focus elsewhere. I saw Roc coming our way, displaying a frown.

“Oh boy,” I whispered underneath my breath. “I hope we ain't been that noisy.”

Portia patted her weave like that was supposed to make a difference. “That chocolate muthafucka is fine! I surrender the pussy right now, goddamn it, right now!”

Tracy high-fived Portia as Roc approached the table with no shirt on and muscles in full effect. His pajama pants hung low on his waist and Jordan sandals were on his feet. Too bad his face was twisted from anger, though. The facial expression wasn't a good look for him, but that was just my opinion.

“What the fuck is up with you, these people, and the noise?” he barked.

I pulled back a chair for him to sit. “I know damn well that Jaylin ain't done rubbed off on you, has he? You soundin' more like him instead of yourself. Sorry about interruptin' yo sleep, but you were so borin' that I had to invite some of my peoples over here to keep me company.”

Roc's eye twitched as he narrowed them to look at me. I guess he figured I had lost my mind, but that was in no way the case.

“Yo ass is done, Jada. Cooked,” he threatened. “You done fucked yourself, so have all the fun you want to tonight, because this is it for you.”

“I don't think so, baby, but, uh, go clear your throat. We'll talk more about this tomorrow afternoon. I'm entertainin' my guests right now. If you're not interested in smoking some of this fire weed with me and gettin' blasted, then I suggest you go back inside and cuddle with your pillows. I'll be in there later to read to you again, but don't wait up for me, okay?”

Roc had a look like he wanted to punch me dead in my face. But when Poorboy called his name, he snapped his head to the side. A slight smile covered his face. I was glad about that.

“What's up, nigga?” Roc said and then walked over to the pool.

They sparked up a conversation. I overheard Poorboy mention something about Roc's mechanic shop. I assumed that's how they knew each other. Kenny and Lavel just listened in.

Portia started fanning herself with her hand. “I can't believe that's Roc. You mean to tell me that you've been living here with him and you don't have any juicy stories to tell?”

“Not one about us, but I told you about the other bitch who was up in here. Roc be actin' too funny. You gotta catch him when he's high. I can't stand men who be up one minute and down the next. He too wishy-washy, and you don't always know what to expect.”

“He'd be down all right,” Portia said. “Down in this pussy doin' exactly what I want him to do with it.”

I didn't bother to comment. Saying the wrong thing would set her off. The only thing she needed to be down with was a rag. One of these heifers was musty. I had a very sensitive nose that didn't appreciate foul smells.

“Rooooc,” Portia called out to Roc, trying to get his attention.

He turned his head. “Hold up a minute, ma. I'm comin'.”

“I'm cumming too, baby. Hopefully.”

Portia was giddy as ever. She could barely contain herself. As long as she didn't raise her arms, I guess she was okay.

“Can you answer somethin' for me?” I said to Portia.

“What, girl?”

“Why do some women be actin' so desperate and thirsty every time they see a good lookin' man with a big dick print in his pants? You would assume that with a big one, he already got a woman, wouldn't you?”

“Not necessarily,” Tracy said. “And ain't nothin' wrong with a woman goin' after a man who look good and who packaged up the right way. That's what we want, don't we?”

“Right,” Portia said, rolling her eyes at me. “Jada, you always tryin' to talk about somebody, but I bet any amount of money that you done attempted to get at him too.”

“Maybe I did attempt to, but it ain't like I'm gon' have a heart attack just from seein' a fine dude. You over there sweatin' and gaulkin' at him like he a piece of sirleon steak or somethin'.”

“He look better than sirleon steak to me, and I hope he as juicy as one too.”

“What the fuck is sirleon steak?” Tracy said. “I thought it was
sirloin
? And if y'all want to go there with the steak thing, he's more inline with a porterhouse, ain't he? That's way more juicier.”

Portia broke Tracy down before I did. “What-the-fuck-ever, Tracy, you know what we meant. Regardless, he juicy lookin', and I wouldn't mind having that meat caught up in my teeth. Now, shut up because he on his way over here.”

“What's up?” Roc said, rubbing his waves.

I hated a nigga who knew he was fine, no matter what. Portia shot him a weak line. “Don't I know you from somewhere?”

“I know a lot of people, so there ain't no tellin'.”

“Aw, okay. But, uh, my name is Portia, and this here is my girl, Tracy. You already know Jada, and we like best friends.”

“Sorry to hear that, but nice to meet you, ma. I'm goin' back inside to get some shut eye. Have a good time tonight, but please keep the noise down for me.”

“I'll do my best, but can I come sleep with you? I'm a li'l tired too. Rest may be what I need.”

He blushed, knowing damn well that he wanted to throw up. “I doubt that I'll be able to rest with yo fine self in the bed with me. So, I'mma have to pass this time. If we happen to meet again, holla at me.”

She was all smiles. Roc hit her with the deuces sign and went back inside.

“I told you I could get that if I wanted to,” she screeched. “Now, what you got to say about that?”

“What I got to say is he just broke you down gently and tried not to hurt your feelings. Don't get what he said twisted. I bet you any amount of money that if you go inside and attempt to get in the bed with him, his ass gon' treat you like a bottom-of-the-barrel bitch. He'll fuck with yo head, no doubt, but that's it.”

Kenny didn't appreciate all the talk about Roc. Jealousy was locked in his eyes. “What's up with you and that nigga?” he asked. “Is that who you've been here with?”

“The only person I've been here with is myself. Stop bein' so jealous and let's get busy on this card game. Are y'all down or what?”

After the fellas took off their wet clothes and were down to their boxers, we started playing cards. The games we played went on for a few hours. I had drank so much alcohol that I needed to go pee. I rushed into the bathroom, and as soon as I came out, Kenny was waiting for me.

“Fuck that card game,” he said. “Let's go somewhere private.”

His eyes were almost closed from being drunk as well. They were so narrow that he could barely see. Not only that, but he was just as horny as I was. I threw my arms around his neck. We laughed and kissed our way toward the bedroom. Roc was in there asleep, but maybe he wouldn't mind. The moment I busted through the door, I heard him snoring.

“Shhh,” I said after breaking my kiss with Kenny. “Be real quiet and don't be talkin' no freaky mess while we doin' this.”

He nodded, but I giggled because I knew he would talk shit. I fell back on the bed, watching as he yanked his boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. His dick was at attention, but it sure as hell didn't look as good as Jaylin's or Roc's. I tried to wash away the thoughts of their dicks from my head, and when he smiled, so did I. I pulled the cover over me and removed my swimsuit. Kenny joined me underneath the cover, causing the bed to squeak loudly as he maneuvered in between my legs. He wasted no time slipping his short meat into me. It felt more like a thick finger than it did a dick. And whatever happened to foreplay? This was ridiculous. The only reason I went along with the ride was because I had to break the news to him about paying my rent. If it wasn't for that, this wouldn't even be happening right now.

Kenny picked up the pace, but all that caused me to do was laugh.

“That tickles,” I said, giggling. “Plus, you makin' this bed squeak too much. Slow down.”

He paid me no mind. He kissed my cheek, and in order to slow him down, I wrapped my legs around his back. That caused his long strokes to become shorter. I could feel more of him, but I closed my eyes to get a vision of the video I'd watched with Roc, Jaylin, and Chase. I wondered why my sexual experience couldn't go down like that. Why couldn't Kenny caress my body like Jaylin had done to Chase's? Why wasn't Kenny kissing me like he kissed her? Hell, I wanted Kenny to massage my body too, just so I could open my mouth and drop my head back in pleasure. But that wasn't happening here. Kenny was heavy and lazy. He was huffing and puffing like he was ready to blow the house down, and hadn't done a damn thing.

The only way this was going to get better was if I pretended that he was Roc or Jaylin. I went with Jaylin, since Roc had pissed me off. Within minutes, I was starting to feel it.

“Yeah, baby, work that dick,” I said, starting to grind my hips. “Dig in there like you searchin' for gold.”

I slapped Kenny's ass hard, causing him to halt his strokes.

“What the fuck you doin'?” he shouted. “That shit hurt!”

“Sawry. I was so into this, so forgive me. Continue. Please.”

This time, I rubbed Jay…I mean, Kenny's ass, instead of smacking it. In my head, his dick grew bigger and bigger, causing my loud moans to escape throughout the room. The bed rocked faster and faster, as I had finally joined in with more movements.

“This pussy is so juicy and wet. I can't remember a time when you were ever this wet, girl. Damn, you feel good.”

“You feel good too, Jay…Kenny, as always.”

He slowed his strokes and cocked his head back. “Jay?” he questioned. “Did you just say Jay?”

The sound of Kenny's loud voice caused Roc's snores to end. I saw his shadow sitting up in bed, but I was trying to get mine before all of this came to an abrupt end. I rolled on top of Kenny, but covered myself with the sheet. Hopefully,
Jaylin
would appreciate the ride.

“What I said was I feel so good that I want to sing like a jaybird. Now quit talkin' and let me get done with you.”

I bounced up and down on Kenny so fast, making him grunt loudly. “Aww, shit!” he said and then slapped my ass. “Get it, Jada! Do that shit, ma, and make a nigga bust this nut!”

I guess Roc had heard enough.

“What the fuck?” he shouted. “I seriously cannot believe this bullshit. Have you lost yo muthafuckin' mind or what?”

I kept riding Kenny, but turned slightly to the side to address Roc's concerns. “Hold that thought. He gon' be done in about one or two more minutes. After that, this gon' be a wrap and you can go back to sleep.”

Kenny ol' five-minute self had the nerve to laugh. So did I, but Roc didn't think it was funny. He went into the closet—I assumed to find some clothes. Meanwhile, I got back to
Jaylin
and rocked him into a coma. I felt a tickle, so I reached out for Kenny's hair and pulled on it. He squeezed his eyes and could barely catch his breath.

“Polish that mutha up, bitch! I want all of it, ya hear me! Every drop of it!”

“Here you go, nigga, here it comes! Yesssss!”

My body jerked, juices flowed, and my toes curled. After that, I collapsed on top of Kenny, but I could see Roc walk by from the corner of my eye. The door slammed and Kenny and I busted out laughing. We were spent. Kenny really thought he had done something. He looked to be on cloud nine. I rolled over in bed next to him, but I was so out of it that I wound up crashing to the floor. Kenny playfully jumped on top of me and started tickling me.

“Oooo, stop! Stop,” I laughed. “You gon' make me pee on myself. And if I do, I'mma do it right on you.”

He stopped tickling me and stood up. He helped me off the floor and we both sat on the bed.

“How much longer you gon' be in this house?” he asked.

“Not much longer. I'll call to let you know for sure, though.”

“That's cool. But you know you should've told me that you were comin' here. It was foul for you not to say anything. I straight thought you had jetted somewhere with yo ex.”

“That wasn't the case at all. It was all about gettin' some paper. I do believe that I'm goin' to win this challenge. Until then, I need a favor.”

Kenny scratched his head. “What's that?”

“I need for you to stop by my rental office tomorrow and drop off my rent payment. Can you handle that for me?”

He shrugged. “I guess, but you need to make sure I get some of my money back. And don't go talkin' that mess about givin' yo pussy back, because as good as that shit was, you can't have it back.”

I laughed. Kenny knew me all too well. At least, he was willing to pay my rent, but he should have known from the past that I wasn't going to give him one dime of his money back. Then again, if/when I won this challenge, I would kick him out a little something, just because.

We talked for a while longer and then left the bedroom to join the others. Roc was now on the living room couch, lying down. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not.