Love and a Gangsta. Erick S Gray
at once. All I could think about was, finally loving my man the way I wanted to without any restrictions. I tried to remain composed in the passenger seat.
My short denim skirt and tight blouse felt constricting. Every breath I took caused my chest to rise in desire, accentuating my firm breasts.I was comfortable in open toe sandals. Manicure, pedicure and hair were in place. I showered in Eternity, by Calvin Klein, the fragrance that Omar loved.
“Shit, I don’t know how you lasted girl, four years without any dick. Shit if he was my man, and he was locked up like that, he better know that I’m renting this pussy out to the next until he’s out. A woman need maintenance, I just couldn’t be doing the Virgin Mary thing like you did,” Joanna said jokingly but was actually serious.
“That’s the reason you don’t have a man,” I snapped back. “Guys love a woman that’s loyal.”
“Yeah, but behind your back he fuckin’ that bitch, this bitch, the bitch that works in K-mart, even the handicap bitch down the street. But you slip up one time and he gonna wanna start actin’ all crazy. Niggas ain’t shit. They dish it out, but when it’s payback time, they start actin’ like you just killed their mama, cuz you get caught cheating once.”
“Omar is for real, he always was and will always be,” I assured her. “He’d be stupid to fuck up what took ten years to build.”
“Just be careful. You’re definitely coming up with that music, girlfriend. You got some good fucking pipes that’ll give Mariah a run for her money. If you don’t do sump’n with it and blow, I’m gonna smack the taste out your mouth my damn self. Just because your man is getting out today, doesn’t mean you should stop what you’ve been working on these past four years.”
I smiled. “Thanks for the support; I didn’t know you care like that.”
“America, you know we go way back. I gotta stay looking out for you girlfriend. ‘Specially as much as bitches be hating on us because we the shit. You’re the only bitch from ‘round the way that can keep up with my fine ass when it comes to style and pizzazz.”
“I agree. You’re keeping up with me,” I joked.
“Don’t get it twisted, I’m Beyonce and you’re Kelly. Okay…?”
“Whatever!”
“But on the real…I don’t wanna see you get hurt, and I know you’re all horny and hot after being backed up. Before you wipe the cobwebs from your pussy and give him some, you better have him do a HIV test,” she suggested.
“What?”
“He’s been locked up for four years without any pussy. You used to tell me that his dick stayed up more than the American flag.”
“Unless he was with some female in there, he’s good. Omar ain’t no faggot,” I spat.
“Shoot, you don’t know what went on with him behind those walls. Yeah, he can start out good but you’ve heard the stories. Niggas switching up while they inside, he probably slipped and fell into something, and never stopped falling,” she proclaimed.
“Omar ain’t no homo-thug, okay Joanna?”
“You never know he could have the monster.”
“If you wanna stay my girl, please don’t go there,” I warned.
“The monster knows no boundaries and I’m saying—”
“Joanna…!” I shouted cutting her off. “Do not go there,” I said firmly.
Joanna knew Omar better. And I truly felt appalled that she tried to imply he couldn’t wait for me.
“I’m sorry,” Joanna said.
“We’ve been best friends since the ninth grade, Joanna. I know you are just looking out. So it’s already forgotten.”
Joanna was biracial and tan skinned. Her hips were thick with a curvy figure, and blessed with a phat booty. She was so beautiful that she caught a couple of print gigs in magazines. She had mad respect, because of her father, Montana. He was a notorious drug kingpin who had Merrick Blvd and Baisley locked down back in the eighties and early nineties. Her father was Dominican, her mother Italian.
“America, you’re kinda quiet, you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re still not mad, right?”
“No, I understood where you were coming from. But to set it straight, I trust Omar, and I know he ain’t like that,” I stated, looking her square in her eyes.
“I know, but you hear stories,” she said.
A loud beeping and humming sound disturbed me, as I was about to reply. I noticed the tall steel reinforced gate of the prison sliding back.
“Oh thank you God,” I shouted. “I think he’s coming out now.”
I saw Omar walking out the prison, a smile on his face. He was dressed in some worn out looking gray sweats, a plain green T-shirt, and had a small bag in his hand.
“That’s him, my baby!”
I made a quick exit out the car and ran towards him like I had no sense. He dropped the bag he had in his hand and opened his arms to greet me.
I leaped into his arms, straddling him as he held me in his grip and close to him. I immediately started kissing him, shoving my tongue in his mouth, not giving him a chance to say one word to me. I felt his warm breath in my mouth, and his hands clutching my ass, with my legs wrapped tightly around him.
Tears of joy flooded and he let me go, looking me up and down. I flung my arms around my man and stared into his handsome face.
“I missed you, baby,” I exclaimed, hugging him tighter.
“I missed you too,” he answered in a soft deep voice.
I couldn’t let go. We held each like this without interference. It felt like I was dreaming.
“I appreciate you driving way out here,” he said.
“Baby, I wanted to see you the minute you stepped out of that place. Look at you,” I said, eyeing his gear. “They couldn’t give you something better to put on, this ain’t you?”
“I know,” he said.
“I got you,” I said.
I embraced him passionately and gave him a deep rooted kiss again. I didn’t want to let this man go. I felt this sudden bulge in his sweats rub up against me. I had him hard.
“I know, true indeed,” he said smiling.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m definitely gonna take care of that once we get back home,” I said squeezing his hard on gently.
I missed his dick so much, that I wanted to fuck him right there in front of the jail.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I heard the horn, and then Joanna shouting, “Would y’all two hurry up! It ain’t like Queens is right around the corner from this fucking place.”
“I see you brought this bitch with you, huh.”
“Yeah, I had to, it’s a long drive.”
“Indeed, it’s cool. I’m glad to see another familiar face,” he smiled.
We walked back to the car with me in his arms, looking like a teenage couple again. I couldn’t wait to melt in his grip and pour myself all over him.
“Hey Joanna, I see you still loud and ghetto,” Omar said, as he hopped into the backseat of my sliver Acura Legend.
“You ain’t drop the soap in there, did you, Omar?” Joanna countered back with her smart mouth.
“You still got jokes, huh bitch?” Omar snapped back.