I'll Be Down for You: A Bay Area Saga (2 page)

I’ll Be Down for You

A Bay Area Saga

“You keep my pussy with some werk, baby!” I released satisfied moans into the air as I fucked the shit out of my dude’s face. He was putting in some quality work. That wasn’t anything new; he always ate the fuck out of my hot pocket. If there was nothing else I could say about that man, I couldn’t deny that he had a master of a tongue. It was like that shit knew every crevice of my lips, the crease on the side of my lips, and that soft ass gushy part that just had no purpose but to be licked. “
Shit!
Right there, baby! Right there!
Yeahhh
…” That last part had me to where all I could do was gasp. A bitch went from screaming in ecstasy to whimpering like a wounded kitten.
Where they do that at?
I’ll tell you where, right muthafuckin’ here when the pussy is under submission by a head doctor! “
Mmmm
, baby,
damnnn
…come here…
pleeease
come here,” I begged. I needed him where I was so I could pull him inside of me and taste my scent on his tongue…his lips.

But my cries went unanswered. I squirmed uncontrollably as he held my thighs captive inside his strong palms. He wanted to make sure I couldn’t go anywhere and he knew that with the tongue lashing he was giving me, I would definitely try to escape into the headboard. When my orgasm immobilized my entire body and my soul left me, I felt like I had just had the ultimate massage. That ‘knock a bitch off her game’, kinda massage. This man gave me full body without even trying, with the skill of his damn mouth! He hadn’t even put his dick in me yet and I was feeling like he had. I didn’t even know if I had the energy for the main course, but I sure as hell was gonna muster it up.

Even after I creamed, he stayed in position down low. He spread me open just a little further and blew warm air across my petals causing me to shiver. I gripped the sheet in between my fists, and my back arched slightly. And just when I thought he was done with me, he did a sneak attack on my clit, laying his tongue flat against its peak and applying intermittent pressure. That’s when I knew I was done for!

My body convulsed like I was in damn seizure mode. It felt like an inferno was burning inside my body as the waves of warmth engulfed my middle and everything else that surrounded his main course. I shrieked in tongues, with words that I barely understood. “
F-f-f…uu…ckk
!
Sh-shhh…it!
” I don’t know how long it took for me to come off my high and back down to earth, but when I did all I could do was bring my hands to my face in embarrassment for all the damn screaming and begging I had done. “
Oh
.
My
.
God
! That’s
soooo
fucked up, Bennie!”

“What?!” he laughed.

“
Ugghh
! I swear I can’t stand you! Just ugh!”

“What?!” he asked, still laughing. He knew full damn well what the fuck I was talking about.

“Why you gotta have me all up in here sounding like I need a fuckin’ ambulance and shit?! I know why! Yo’ ass ain’t nowhere near slick. You wanna be able to take bragging rights back to your friends, huh?”

“Nah, it ain’t even like that. I just want you to feel good…you and all this smooth milk chocolate,” he said, rubbing my leg. “That’s it, that’s all. It’s my duty,” he smiled.

“Whatever you say,” I remarked, pulling my hands away from my face.

“Damn, though. You taste good than a muthafucka, girl,” he commented, coming up beside me licking his lips. “It’s like a juicy ass peach down there.
Sweet
and
juicy
ass peach. So much juice I can’t get enough. You keep a nigga fed, that’s for damn sure.” Then he started chuckling a little bit.

“What you laughin’ at?”

“I felt you pushing on my head. You already know that shit ain’t gonna work. You know I’m down there for every last drip drop!”

“I
know
, baby.” I was slightly out of breath and in heaven. I ran my hand across my stomach, remembering the moment. He leaned over and licked my bottom lip with his tongue and then slowly sucked my lip into his mouth to suckle on it. Before long, I felt his hand move up and cup my breasts, while he was massaged all the flesh surrounding my nipple. I could feel my Hershey morsels respond by hardening against his touch, and once again my breath started to quicken.
Shit
! I had just caught my damn breath, and now here he was waking up all my damn senses again.

“Hold on, baby…” I requested.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, grazing his teeth over my other nipple. “I can make it all better,” he chuckled. “You know I can.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I
do
know. Ain’t nothin’ wrong. It’s all
way too right
. But I get a turn too, don’t I?” I asked, reaching down to grab his dick into my hand. I stroked long and hard up and down his shaft and slid my thumb across his tip, layering pre cum over his head as I went along. “
He’s
growing in my hand, baby. It’s cool if I show him some attention, right?”

“
M
’
hmm
,” he moaned in agreement, letting go of my tittie and falling over onto his back. “It’s cool with me.”

It took me nanoseconds to reverse mount him and take control of the dick. I stroked some more with both hands until his dick stood strong and tall; I lowered my mouth onto him, and sucked him to the back of my throat. As I rotated my tongue around his dick, he grunted and moaned, and that gave me more incentive to gobble his meat with everything I had.

I could feel the air hit my pussy as Bennie spread my cheeks in excitement. That shit felt good too! I knew from how close his hands were getting to my ass that he was tempted to go where no man had ever gone before, but I’d already told him—a few times—that the hole he was so curious about was off limits. That hole would only get penetrated by my husband when I got one—and maybe not even then. But I knew what I was opening myself up to every time I sucked his dick in this position. He had the full view of all of his
temptation
, so I knew it was torture, but that was part of my excitement. When his hands tightened around my ass cheeks, and his dick began to jerk against my mouth, I smiled because I already knew that he was close to bustin’. I was swift with it; I turned around, reached for one of the loose condoms on the bed and sheathed him before hopping on top of his dick and sliding down on it until it reached the top of my cove. He threw his hands across my thighs to keep me close and he fucked me from beneath while I fucked him from the top, both of us sounding off loudly and getting lost in the feeling of it all.

“
Fuck!
Baby
…
fuck!
”

Our non-synchronized screams, moans, and deep grunts, sounded like an off-key band. When I glanced down at him, he was in a zone with his chin up, his head pointed toward the headboard, and his mouth wide open. I didn’t need to look back to see that his toes had curled because they always did when I surf-boarded him. A knowing smile crossed my face, as I lifted slightly to bring his dick to the tip of my entrance, and then bounced back down, making his thighs quiver against mine. I repeated the motion, squeezed my walls around the dick and slid back down on him again.

“
Aarrrggghhh! Fuuuucckk!
” he yelled. I continued to squeezing his rod even as he emptied his nut. “
Fuuuck!
” Through labored breaths, he managed to ask, “Why…you…doin’ that?!
Shiiitt!
”

I chuckled under my breath. Now he knew how I felt when I was covering my damn face not too long ago. After we had both climaxed, the room stood eerily quiet. The only thing that could be heard was our breathing. It was always like that with us when we finished a session—straight spent!

“You know I love you, right, Jazzmina?” he asked, when he finally caught his breath.

“I know you love
fuckin’
me!” I joked. “And don’t call me by my whole name. You know I don’t like it.”

He didn’t know that I hated being called Jazzmina because that was a name that my so-called mother named me and she’d long ago left my life. That name was the only reminder I had of her and I didn’t need it. Besides, the shit sounded ghetto as fuck.

He gave me a look, his face turning serious. “Alright. My bad,
Jazz
. No more with the full name,” he chuckled. “Especially since it gets you all like
that
and shit.”

“Thank you.”

“But anyway; ‘bout you dismissin’ a nigga’s feelin’s and shit. S’up with that?”

“Bennie…tell me how I’m dismissing anything, when I’m just stating facts? You know it’s true. Don’t front. You
do
love fuckin’ me.”

“I mean,
hell yeah
…I
do
love sexin’ you. But it’s more than that.”

Yeah, okay
, I thought without saying it aloud.

“I believe you, baby. Got love for you too.” I was super careful about how I said that because I didn’t love him and wasn’t
in love
with him either. And he sure as hell wasn’t anybody that my uncle would tolerate in my life for more than a fuck buddy. So yeah…had to keep him at bay. I did need to keep him around for good workouts though.
Especially
when I was fresh home from school like I was now.

“Got love
for me
, huh?”

“Yeah, I do. Why do you think you were my first stop fresh off the plane?”

He tilted his head to the side, and then his eyes travelled down to my obsession between his legs. “Don’t make me answer that,” he responded, nonchalantly.

“Okay, I’m busted. It’s all about
him
. He just fills me up
sooo
legit.”

“That’s fucked up,” he said, pouting just a little bit.

I pulled my leg from his side, plopped onto the pillow next to him and threw one leg back across his thighs, and turned his face toward me. “I was just playin’ with you. It ain’t just about Lil’ Ben. I like seeing you too.”

Bennie’s chocolate ass was fine as hell and was cut all the way up the fuck from his neck down to his ankles—thanks to his frequent trips to Santa Rita county jail.
Damn shame
. But dude had detail everywhere, and every time he looked at me with those dark brown eyes, I got lost inside them. Then he had this long black, wavy hair that he wore in the most immaculate cornrows. They were like the ones Ludacris wore before he went all Hollywood. He had long ass curly lashes, and his lips were perfect and he used them the right way too. I remember when I first met Bennie the attraction was immediate only because something about him reminded me of the rapper, Nas. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it was probably the eyes and the shape of his nose. But even though he was as cute as Nas, he couldn’t match him intellectually. Not even a little bit.

“You hear me?” I asked when he gave me a blank stare. “I said I was playin’ with you.”

He cheesed real big. “There’s only one way I’ll believe that; and that’s if you give me some more of that
good
-
good
before you gotta leave me.”

“
Shiiit
, you ain’t said nothin’ but a word. But you don’t have to wait for me to give it to you. Come and take it!” I playfully yelled out preparing to surrender to some more of his lovin’. “
Take all of it
!”

“Shit! Just my damn luck!
Ugh
!”

I pounded against the steering wheel of the rental I’d picked up at the airport. If I hadn’t been trying to fuck the shit outta Bennie, I would’ve bypassed all this damn traffic. But I couldn’t help it. I smiled thinking back to all that good sex I just came from. I was a lucky girl. Good dick was hard to come by while I was away at school, so whenever I touched down, I was blessed enough to have it handy. My little ‘boy toy’ at school didn’t know how to put it down like Bennie, so as soon as my hot ass got off that plane and had my rental secured, I ran straight to
that
. I knew Bennie was probably somewhere with his boys, but the minute he heard that I was here and wanted a piece, he was down. There is nothing like an obedient ass muthafucka, with good ass schlong. Not shit like it!

“Come on…come on…
come on
,
y’all
. Move something,” I mumbled. This here traffic was doing the absolute most. It was damn near eleven at night and cars were backed up past Tracy on Highway 5. All I wanted to do was get to the manor and bust up in the house and see my uncle’s face. He had no idea that I was finishing out the semester early so that I could come home for good. The only thing I needed to do now was fly back out to New York and attend graduation—
if
I even did that. I was so over school and the only reason I went in the first place was so that I could have a degree to fall back on. My uncle always told me that a black woman with a degree is just as dangerous as a wanted felon. He said if I already had the beauty, common sense, and street smarts, that I was good; but with that supplemental education—in the form of that piece of paper—that I’d be lethal. So I was ready for the world. I was done with all the damn papers and seeing way more females than I wanted to see on a daily. And the mediocre dick game that I had to settle for through the rough times! Yeah, I was done. I was back in the Bay and I was about to turn all the way up on my way to the damn top.

I inhaled a deep breath then puffed it out between pouty lips. I leaned my head back against the headrest, slumped down a little bit and prepared to wait shit out. If there was one thing I hated, it was traffic. My patience didn’t stretch far enough for that shit. I needed to get home, wash this sex off of me and chill for the rest of the night. I was in school with a few females who were Daddy’s girls, but not even some of their relationships with their fathers were as solid as the one I had with my uncle. He was the only father figure that I’d ever had. Now that I was coming home for good, I could go into one or more of the family businesses and do big things to make him proud, for everything that he’d always done for me.

All the thinking about him had me about to call and give up the whole surprise, when my cell rang with an all too familiar ringtone. I smacked my lips and reached to cut the volume on Chief Keef’s “Love Sosa”, because in a second, I wouldn’t be able to hear it anyway. As soon as I pressed the button on my Bluetooth, I sat and waited for the outburst.

“Bitch! Why didn’t I get a call the minute that you got here? Triflin’! The fraud of it all!” she yelled. It was my best friend Desiree. We had been best friends since we were about fourteen living in Alameda. She was one of the bougie chicks who lived on Bay Farm with the nice family and the nice house, and I was the one shacked up in foster care after being abandoned by my mother, and no family to take me in. But even as different as our lives were, we bonded and became thick as thieves; and that was still the case. I started laughing at her rowdy ass waiting for her to finish. “Bitch, you ain’t gon’ say shit? Why I have to find out through the grapevine that you touched down? You ain’t shit!”

I could already see her pale ass all red in the face, dragging her petite ass across the floor, with her hand on her hip, as she called herself checking me.

“You done?” I asked.

“Depends on your answer!” she exclaimed.

“Whatever,” I laughed. “Girl, you know damn well that I was gonna call yo’ ass. Calm all that down. You all on ten and don’t need to be.”

“I just can’t believe you had to ride the pony before you even let your
so
-
called
best friend know that you—”

“Bitch, you got dick at home. You ain’t in the middle of a damn drought. I had to get somethin’ up in me before I could focus. All I’ve been doing is writing papers and reading dense ass college shit for the past five years. If you woulda came when
you
got accepted, you’d
know
the struggle! Shit!” I laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t because I woulda had my dick there with me!”

“And yo’ ass woulda flunked! Or dropped out with a gut full of some thug seed!”

“
Annnyway
!” she said, ready to deflect. “That at-home dick that you’re talking about is gone. We’re through.”

“Y’all through, but I bet yo’ ass ain’t in a drought!” I laughed. “Don’t even lie either!”

“Yeah, you’re right, girl!” she confirmed, guffawing loudly. “I already got this new-new that you gotta meet when you get some time.”

“I got a lot of time now since I’m home for good.”

“
For good?! Really?!
”

“Yep. Done, girl. No more papers. No more campus. No more being homesick. I’z free now!”

“That’s cool, babes!”

“Yeah, so now you see why I had to celebrate. I deserved a reward for all the hard work I put in out there in NYC. I needed to be brought down a few notches from the stress of it all. So, trust and believe I was gonna call you to—”

“Girl, you ain’t gotta explain shit. I’m good now,” she laughed. “I just needed to check you real quick. This nigga called me braggin’ and shit about how he just got that ol’ thang back! Silly ass. I had to tell him that it’s only dicks over ya chicks when you ain’t had none in a while and that now that you’d used him up, he wouldn’t see you again until your twat was craving beef.”

“No you did not!”

“Yes the hell I did. This fool was like on some competition or shit, not knowing that he just got used the fuck up! So, hell yeah I did. Shut him up. He needed that the way he was gushing like a damn baby at Chuck E. Cheese, and shit.”

“
Wowww
. You
really
got problems. Those light-skinned people problems. And now since I got this big ass degree and ‘bout to be paid, I’m gonna get you some therapy sessions for your birthday because I need you well in the brain before you give birth to my God babies. Okay?”

“Fuck you, Jazz. Oh wait, Bennie already did that!”

“Whatever!”

“What’s up though, BFF?! When are we kickin’ it? After Unc get his time in with his spoiled ass baby girl, I guess, right?”

“Yup. You know I gotta hang out with the fave first.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s probably gonna throw a huge ass party to celebrate.”

“I’m not sure what he’s gonna want to do, but I’m thinking I’d rather go to Vegas or something so you should ask permission from your little newbie as soon as you hang up.”

“Permission? Bitch, I’m grown!” she shouted.

“We’ll see how grown you are when it’s time to board that flight,” I chuckled. “But right now though this traffic is starting to flow, so let me get up off this phone. I’ll call you in the morning or tomorrow afternoon, k?”

“Alright, chick. Glad you home! Love you, girl.”

“Love you more.”

When I finally reached the point of what was causing all the rubbernecking on the road, I saw that a single-car crash had been moved over to the side of the road. I shook my head, sadly. The coroner’s truck was there, several ambulances, and more than a few CHP cycles and cars. It was a big deal. The car’s rear end was partially on the road, and the rest slightly leaned over a small embankment on the shoulder. It was in bad shape. It made me sad that somebody’s loved one wasn’t coming home tonight.
Damn
. Ever since I was a little girl, I hated seeing accidents of any kind. Even worse were the ones where you could tell that the person or people didn’t make it.

During my instinct to be nosey with the rest of the passersby, I saw a handful of pedestrians walking on the side of the freeway. Some were talking to police, and some were standing by observing. Why would the police even let them do that shit? As my car glided by, the coroner’s truck suddenly pulled out in front of me. My entire body shivered at the thought of a deceased person being that close to me.

Minutes later, I was taking the exit to my house and breathing a sigh of relief. Something about making it safely after seeing something so horrific as that, that shakes a person up. I just wanted to get home. I drove down the long, dark road that led to our manor and when I got near, I turned the music off so I could regroup before I got in the house. When I reached the gate, I rolled down the window and punched in the security code and waited while the wrought iron gate opened. I was sure that when my uncle got the alert that the gates had opened, he’d already be waiting for me outside the double doors.

I excitedly drove up the small hill to our circular driveway and was immediately alarmed when I noticed two police cars parked beside each other in the guest spots. I coasted slowly at first, but then pulled up curbside and quickly threw the car into park and hopped out leaving all my items inside the vehicle.

“Uncle DJ!” I yelled out as I burst through the front doors. “Uncle DJ!” I called again, as I ran toward the voices I heard in the distance. “Uncle DJ! What’s going on?!” I ran down the lengthy hallway trying my best to get to the center foyer, where the light was coming from, and growing more frustrated by the moment that nobody was answering me. When I saw Eva standing down the hallway, and then an officer appearing alongside her, I slowed my pace. I was trying my best to make sense of the awkwardness that I felt. “Damn! Why y’all not answering me?” I asked exasperated. “Y’all had me scared as fuck!” I disregarded the officer because my only focus was my uncle. “Eva, where’s my uncle?”

The officer gestured toward me. “Ma’am, can I ask you to have a seat?” But I ignored his request and glared at Eva, whose eyes had moved away from my stare and whose head was now lowered to purposely avoid looking directly at me.

I turned my attention to the officer that I’d just ignored. “Have a seat for what? Who are you and why are you here? Where the hell is my uncle? I’m tired as hell of asking the same question and nobody answering!”

“Come here, baby,” Eva requested. She’d finally found her voice. She extended her arms toward me. When I opted not to move from my spot, she called to me again. “Jazz—”

I shook my head. “Nah. No,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. My tone was lower this time. For some reason I’d felt like the wind had been sucker punched from the pit of my stomach. “Where is my uncle, Eva?” I asked, backing away in the other direction and headed up the stairs to where his bedroom was, but something caused my legs to buckle midway up the stairs and I sunk onto the carpeted staircase.

Seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see that it was Eva. Looking past her, I saw the officer from a few minutes ago, and then a second officer appear. I was so out of it, I didn’t know if he had just come into the room or if he’d been there the whole time. When I looked in Eva’s eyes through my glossy ones, something unspoken was there and I started to wail at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t control the emotions that were pouring from me. Uncontrollable sobs riddled with my Uncle’s name were all intertwined.

Eva stooped next to me in an attempt to console me. “Jazz, come on,”. I could hear her trying to calm me but at that moment, I was beyond inconsolable.

“
Where is he, Eva?!
What happened?!” I demanded.

I felt her lift me from my seating spot. She was trying to lead me to somewhere that we could talk. The whole thing felt surreal. It felt like I was in a bad dream that I couldn’t wake up from, where I fought hard to avoid the answers to the question I’d asked several times. I was scared of what was on the other side of the response. Although I couldn’t really process my thoughts or my movements, I knew that Eva was led by Eva into the living room. The moment I sat down on the sofa, I swore I could smell my uncle’s cologne all over that room. I snapped my head in all directions looking for him. It had to be some sick joke they were playing and he’d come from one of these rooms any minute, scream out, “
Honey!
” and pull me into one of his bear hugs.

But it was Eva’s voice that pierced through my fantasy in a saddened whisper when she said, “He’s not here, Jazz…” And even as she spoke those words, I continued to look around for signs of him. I closed my eyes and tried to become one with my thoughts. I was no longer in the present. I was in the past. I was somewhere in my teenage years when I used to spar with my uncle learning how to beat bitches and niggas with swift hand movements. I was in Alameda, running in between cars trying to get away from my him, while he playfully threatened to beat my ass for having stolen his fancy two-way pager so that he wouldn’t leave from visiting me at my foster home. No, I didn’t want to be in the present because in the present, these people were trying to tell me something that I wasn’t ready to hear. I wasn’t ready and I didn’t want to hear shit if it didn’t have something good on the end.