Chapter 5: Pussy Monsta Pt. 2

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          “Oh my God, thank you ‘Faree!” Nicki exclaimed. Flash backs of them enjoying themselves at Chuck E. Cheese numerous times ran through her head. It had always been like this. S.B. has always been there for her. Well, as long she’s known him. Like when the group split up. Instead of him doing his own thing, he chose to stick with her and support her dream. Even though he could be ignorant and flashy at times, maybe too often, characteristics like those and moments like this outweighed his faults. She went in to hug him and he grabbed her waist and swung her around. When he stopped he gazed into her eyes. Nicki froze. Those got damn eyes, them muthafukin lips, and he tryna be all cut and shit. Why couldn’t Safaree look like someone had beaten him in the face with a bag of rocks while force feeding him lard everyday of his life? She thought to herself.

          “Damn, where’d that coin go?” Drake said loudly, which instantly snapped Nicki and S.B. out of their daze. They hesitantly separated just as Drake appeared searching for his token.

          “It’s just a token Drake.” Nicki teased. By the looks of his facial expression he was really upset about that token, or something was bothering him. Oops, did he see anything? She thought.

          “Aye yo S.B., Martin’s bout to beat your high score!” Rex yelled.

          “Aww HELL naw, here I come.” S.B. yelled back. He darted through some games and out of sight, but not before giving Nicki a look. What the hell was that for? She wondered.

          “You okay Nic?” Drake asked, breaking the silence.

          “No, are YOU okay? I mean, you were chasing that token like it was worth way more than 25¢.” Nicki said trying to avoid his question.

          “Haha yeah, it probably seemed that way.” He said, diverting his eyes away from Nicki. It had always been like this. No matter how cool and collected he was, he’d revert back to an eager boy with a crush around her. Just being in her presence gave him a feeling unmatched by any other female he had ever met.

          “So this was fun.” Nicki stated.

          “Yeah, that was the plan.” He responded, still not making direct eye contact.

          “No seriously, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Thank you Drake.” She said causing him to make eye contact. He loved the way his name sounded coming from those lips.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Drake said sincerely, flashing his big bright smile. Man that shit’s contagious. Nicki thought as she unconsciously mimicked him.  He could always make her smile even when she didn’t feel she could. They had this automatic connection that wasn’t fully explainable. They were like the Zebras in the zoo of life, present, but never truly fitting in. Constantly being prejudged, hated, and ridiculed, but none the less, the most watched. Maybe that was the attraction. He, like her, started off as an underdog, who came into his own when he realized there was no need to conform. He wasn’t the usual, but yet, totally relatable. Never what she’d be looking for, but those things, plus his awkward charm and intellect, would be hard to pass up.

“So what’s up Drizzy? I know there’s something on ya mind.” Nicki said in her tired and monotone voice.

“Nothing new. Just one of those things you try to push to the back of your mind cause it’ll never go away.” He responded. This made Nicki feel a bit down, she hated when things troubled her friends.

          “Well don’t. My momma always says ‘If you have to force it you’re probably going to break it.’ Some things just won’t succeed, but shooting it down before giving it a chance to try.”

          “We know all too well.” Drake cut in.

          “Exactly.” Nicki agreed. Most of that dialogue probably wouldn’t make too much sense to someone who was just listening in. The way they could converse like that was so natural, yet strange to Nicki. It’s not as easy as it is with Safaree, but should it be? I mean, I’ve known him longer and I spend like every waking hour with him, shit, sometimes sleeping. Nicki rationalized to herself.

          “Did you hear what I said Nic?” Drake asked. Damn, was he talking? She thought.

          “Huh?” She asked confused.

          “Are you sure you’re fine.” He asked with a concerned look. But just as she was about to respond they heard a commotion. Sounded like an angry Wayne.

          “Look boy, you’re in town for a few more days and you have my number. Hit me up if you need to continue this convo.” Nicki said.

          “Will do.” Drake insured her as they went to see what was going on. It was Wayne tripping cause Shanell touched his cup. She, like so many other people thought he had enough.

          “Calm down Jr. Let that shit go.” Baby told Wayne.

          “You right, but I don’t tell her how da live, matta fact, none of y’all niggas.” He said referring to Young Money. Nicki walk over to her table with the deadest face.

“You cool girl?” Candi asked.

“Yooooo, I’m sooo tired.” Nicki slurred. “I cannot go on.”

          “You ready to go?” S.B. asked her.

          “Yes, please!” Nicki yawned. Nicki, S.B, and Dream prepared to leave. Goodbyes, hugs, and kisses were given. Then she blurted out IT’S PINK FRIDAY which is every fucking where and if you don’t have it slap yourself then go cop it legally, but back to the story. HOE!!! as they left Chuck E. Cheese’s. On the way home Nicki explained to S.B. that she wasn’t really sleepy, and she just didn’t want to be around Wayne when he was actin’ like that.

          Once they arrived home, Nicki undressed and took a long bath. After she stepped out, she dressed in her thong, matching bra, and tee shirt, oiled up her skin, and crawled up into bed. She turned on her iHome and played her ‘NightTime’ playlist. S.B. knocked on her bedroom door.

          “Come in.” Nicki said. He walked into her room and sat on her bed.

          “You look tense.” He told her. “Something botherin’ you?” He asked.

          Nicki sighed. “Yeah.”

          “Is there anything I can do to fix that?” S.B. asked her.

          “I don’t think there is “Faree.” Nicki pouted.

          “Well you should at least let me try.” He said.

          POW!

          “What? You gone give me some head, Safaree?” Nicki asked, half jokingly.

          POW!

          “Yo, you serious?” He asked.

          “Never mind, Safaree.” Nicki responded, trying to get comfortable in her bed. S.B. kicked off his shoes, and joined her. He grabbed her hips, and turned her so that she was lying on her back. He perched himself over her, and leaned his head down. Nicki’s breath caught in her throat, as S.B’s lips connected with hers. He licked her lips with his tongue, and parted them. Their tongues met and intertwined for a couple more seconds, before S.B. pulled away and studied her face. He kissed her neck, and sucked on her earlobe. This drove Nicki crazy. He could sense her eagerness for him to continue. He lifted her shirt up over her breast, and kissed his way down. He brushed his lips over her tummy, and dipped his tongue in her bellybutton. He kissed his way down to her waistline and grabbed the thin material of her thong. He pulled it down over her wide hips, and thick thighs, then tossed them to the side of the room. She sat up, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. She lifted it over his head, and let it fall to the side of her bed. She then took off her own shirt and let that fall too. S.B. gently pushed her back down and stroked her thighs. He used his hands to spread her knees apart, guided his hands in between her thighs, and slid his hands up to her throbbing clit. He separated her pussy lips and dipped his tongue inside of her.

          “Oh God, Safaree!” Nicki screamed.

          S.B. licked up and down her center, keeping it moist. He twirled his tongue all around her opening, making her back arch. Her pussy was so wet, that his hold on her lips was slowly slipping away. He used his index fingers to keep her juicy lips out of his way. He stuck his tongue into her womanhood, tongue fucking her.

          “Shiiiitt!” Nicki exclaimed, ready to cum.

          As Nicki tried to escape him, he grabbed her thighs and perched them over his shoulders. He buried his head back in between her legs, sucking, and gently biting on her clit. Nicki grasped the sheets, trying to keep a hold. She clenched, and unclenched her muscles, trying to control herself. S.B’s left hand was resting on her hips, ready to grab her if she tried to get away again, while his right hand was gripping the inside of her thigh. When he took his right hand away, and slid his index finger into her pulsating pussy, she went wild. Nicki started moaning and screaming out obscenities. She intertwined her right hand fingers with his left and held on tightly. She was using all of her strength to hold on.

          “Aaaagh!” Nicki shook, letting out a toe curling scream as she came hard, and S.B. got rid of all the evidence.

          POW!