Cht 1 & 2 of “Me, Myself & I”

1

“Real men never make promises, in reality plan to break your heart. A real man would never present himself to you by putting on a façade.”

-Unknown

“Okay, I bet this”, I said as I began stuffing some marijuana into a cigarillo. “A niggah will feed you dumb shit if he has never proved his point. For real…”

“A niggah gone prove his point Mya… that’s all niggahs do. They have to prove a point. It’s in their mentality,” Chasity said as she passed a blunt to Brooke.

My girls and I were chilling at their apartment. Wasn’t shit popping in the city. So I decided to hit them up to see what they were getting into for the night. Hustle was being with the shit so I really didn’t want to be bothered with him. Besides, I wanted some “me” time and here I am chilling with my besties, rolling up, doing what we do best. Chilling, smoking and drinking; all the while we were having a ladies night tonight; enjoying each other’s company. Not giving a damn about what’s going on in the outside world of Chattanooga. Brooke slipped Martin into theDVD player and sat back on the couch next to me. We each had a blunt in our hands with a cup on Conjure. I propped my feet up and across Brookes lap wiggling my toes in my pink and white socks as I continued to seal my blunt off with my licks of saliva.

“Before I met Hustle, after Shame and I broke up. I swear I was thinking about becoming a female dog” I said in between licks of rolling my blunt.

“A what!?” Brooke said as she sat up strait from leaning back into the couch. “Now you are saying the most! Why would you want to be that?”

I laughed at Brooke’s crazy question and continued with rolling my blunt. “I was going to be a different breed. A rare breed. I wasn’t going to be a hoe. I have too much respect for myself to lower my standards and dignity like that now.”

Brooke dumped the ashes from the blunt into a red candle holder. “Ohhhh. Cause’ girl I was ‘bout ta say”, she said as she passed me the blunt that she had in her hands.

“What I meant by that” I said as I inhaled and exhaled the smoke from the blunt. “I was just going to talk to a lot of niggahs. I wasn’t thinking about fucking none of them though. That ain’t me… ya’ll know that. Shame broke me down so low. Believe it or not; especially after I have met Jennifer face to face. That shit was crazy.” I said as I passed Chasity the blunt.

“Hell yeaaaa I remember you tellin’ me that shit”, Brooke said as she got up to get the remote to play the DVD.

“Crazy as it seems, Jennifer is cool though. In spite of the shit that went down we became cool. That’s just what grown women do. Who beefs over a niggah? Shame was the one who did wrong. Niggahs say fuck bitches; get money or money over bitches. Well to hell with them too.”

But who said sleeping with a niggah too soon would never amount to a long lasting relationship can kiss my black ass on some real shit. I thought to myself. I have been fooling around with Hustle for almost three years now and I never thought things would have gone as far as they were going.

“All my single ladies, all my single ladies.” I reached in my bra to retrieve my phone. After silencing it and reading the text message. I read it over once again. Hustle sent me a message telling me that he loved me.

“That must be Hustle” Brooke said as she grabbed the blunt from Chasity’s hand.

I couldn’t help but to smile. “Yes it is. He texted me saying that loved me.”

“Must be nice… Um ain’t nobody able” Brooke said as she laughed exhaling the smoke from her mouth. “That is too cute. I wish I had me someone like Hustle” she said in between coughs.

“Don’t we all”, Chasity said as she grabbed the blunt with her nails that I was passing to her. It was now a roach. Chasity shaped the blunt between her thumb and finger so she can get a last drag of what was left. “Shit!” she said dropping the roach into the ashtray that was on her lap. “I burnt my damn nail! I hate when I do that shit”, she said as she examined her finger nail.

I laughed then shook my head. “See that’s why I don’t even try to smoke roaches. My damn fingernails are too valuable for that shit.”

“And you know, when folks see that shit; you already know what they gone think” Brooke said as she placed a lighter up to her blunt to light it for round two of rotation.

“Fuck that shit” Chasity said. “I need a fill in anyway. I’m off tomorrow, so I can get my shit fixed then

2

“All the things that are accepted be the things that we regret”

            Pulling up to Hustle’s apartment, I stepped out of my black Chevy Impala and begin to walk up the steps to his complex. I was a bit juiced from chilling with my girls. Even though I was at Brooke and Chasity house for only a few hours; we had rotated three blunts and drunk a whole bottle of Conjure. I was ready to fuck the shit out of Hustle. Knocking on his door, I leaned against the rail to keep my balance. Closing my eyes, I felt the wind brush up against my skin. For some reason the feeling of it sent chills through my body and caused my pussy to get wet. The alcohol had me feeling good and even with my legs crossed I can still feel my pussy pulsating. I’m glad that I made it over to Hustle’s house. I was ready to be fucked and go to sleep with my damn thumb in my mouth.

“What’s up baby girl” Hustle said as he opened the door to let me in.

“Shit baby. You is what’s up” I said in between slurs as I slowly walked into his apartment. It was dark and by the looks of it he was just chilling and playing the game. Hustle closed the door behind me and then grabbed me by the waist before I was able to walk any further. I stepped back with my back against his chest as I inhaled his cologne that was flowing through the air; Polo Blue, my favorite. Just the smell of his cologne caused my pussy to trimmer with excitement.

“Where have you been?” He asked as he began kissing me on the back of my neck, as he rubbed is fingers in circular motion against the crouch of my jeans. I arched my back against his chest making sure he felt my ass on his dick. Damn I want him so bad I thought… I turned around so that I was facing Hustle. I looked deep into his eyes, reading his mind. He wanted me too; the chemistry between us was felt throughout the room as we stared at each other. I leaned forward, kissing him deep.

Pushing me forward, I felt Hustle guide me backwards to his bed room. Lowering my body on his bed our lips where still in contact we never detached. Pulling my body close, I felt Hustle laid his weight on my body, taking deep breaths in my ear. I guess he was about to go into beast mode. Before I had a chance to open my eyes to adjust to the darkroom, Hustle had my shirt over my head sucking and nibbling on my breast. Pulling both my right breast and my left breast together, Hustle startled licking on them both. I was so turned on and was feigning for more of what he had to offer. Rubbing my pelvis against his crotch, which was my way of telling him ‘Boy you better stop playing with me and give me that dick.’

As if he was just reading my mind, I felt his hands travel down my waist to the opening of my jean shorts. Unbuttoning my shorts he had me up out both my panties and shorts within a few seconds. Feeling the warmth of his dick against my thighs I begin to shutter. I couldn’t wait to get a feel of him stroking inside of me. The thought of it made my pussy SCREAM! Reaching under his pillow where he kept at least one spare condom, Hustle opened of the gold pack in just one swift move. He must be so use to opening up packages of condoms to the point that it’s nothing to him doing it… he waste no time. I thought. I close my eyes after hearing him slide the condom along the shaft of his dick. Preparing for the pleasure that I’ve been waiting for, I felt Hustle guide his head inside the crevice of my pussy and that’s when I breathed in deep.

Exhaling the breath that I was holding, I breathe in deep once again as I felt the pressure from his dick ease inside of me. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my legs around Hustles waste, circling my arms around his back, pulling him in close. I felt at peace as Hustle dug deep and slow inside of my pussy walls. I was in a trance. Fucking Hustle was much different than fucking Shame. Shame did his thing but there was much chemistry. It was just like a ‘wham bam thank ya ma’am’ type thing…

But with Hustle, Hustle knew how to control it, how to slow it down and speed that thing up! He knew when to go deep and how to go deep. It’s like he got inside of my mind… through my pussy. You know, like a real human being connection. The feeling makes you shiver with just the thought of it. Um! Umm um umm ummm! Hustle fucked you the way he knew you wanted it. I sure it had every bitch he fucked sprung. Hustle knows a woman’s mind and can fuck the shit out of a her mind.

Flipping me over, Hustle climbed off the bed. “Yeaaa, keep that pretty pussy in the air just like that. I’ll be right back.”

Not saying anything, I laid in the bed with my head in the pillow and my ass facing the ceiling. Not knowing what Hustle had up his sleeve, but me… Well for Hustle, I’m prepared for anything. Minutes from leaving the bedroom, Hustle returned with something in his hand. The room was pitch black so I couldn’t make out what was in his hand.

“Yeeaa just like that.” Hustle said as he positioned me with my ass in the air. Seconds later, I felt some cold liquid running from the crack of my ass to my pussy. “Damn boo, that is cold.” I said as I tried to warm the gel up by squeezing my butt cheeks together”

“My bad baby” Hustle said, “Let me help you out there.” Next thing I knew, I felt Hustle insert his fingers inside my ass and massaging my clitoris at the same time.

“Aaaahhh” I said as I grinding my ass against his thumb and fingers. I was trying to make the feeling feel a bit more comfortable. Right now it was an awkward feeling but I was enjoying it. I was so turned on and feeling the fact that I was enjoying this foreplay that I didn’t dawn on me that Hustle replaced his thumb which was in my ass with his dick.

“How that feel baby” Hustle said as he slowly glided his dick into my ass.

“Aaahhh it feels so goooood Hustle, don’t stoop.” I crooned. I was getting even hornier by the thought of being smacked on the ass and having my hair pulled all the while having a dick being plunged into my pussy.

Grinding slow against my ass, Hustle took his time inching his long thick dick inside the walls of my ass hole. I cringed from the pain trying to place it with pleasure. I have never been fucked in the ass before and as much as I want to enjoy it, it would be an occasional thing for me. “Ooooh babbbbbbbyyyy” I said as I felt the pressure from Hustle dick being released inside of my ass. I exhaled as he slowly pulled out then slowly pushing himself back in.

“You comfortable baby?” Hustle asked. “Let me know if you can’t handle it and I’ll stop”

“Ummmmmmmm” I moaned. “Yoouuu good baby. Just takes some getting use to.”

“Aiight” He said as he continued to slow pump me from behind. After a few minutes of him stretching my booty hole a little, I wiggle my hips and started keeping up with his pace. By then, I was able to pounce my booty on his dick while he fuck me in the ass. Pulling his dick out, Hustle flipped me over snatching the condom of his dick. By the time I was lying flat on my back, Hustle opened my legs wide, placing each hand on each leg. I was in the position of eagle wings spread wide. I felt him ram his dick up my pussy and I moaned with so much pleasure. When I say his sex is good… I mean his sex isssss gooooood!

A hour after our session of sex, I leaned over to look at Hustle and he was fast asleep. Turning on right side, I reached for my phone off of the nightstand. Pressing I button so it can flash the time which showed 3:03 a.m. I got up from the bed grabbing my phone and proceeded to the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door, I propped my naked body on the toilet. Putting pressure on my bladder, I had to make myself pee all the while a bitch had to shit too. When I say the niggah fucked the shit out of me… I mean that literally. I had the runs.

While in the bathroom, I looked over my text messages from earlier, I felt my hands vibrate against my hand. I scrolled up to the message and it was Shame.

Wats up luv? Was the message I read. I looked at the time and it was now 3:21 a.m. What this niggah doing texting me early this morning… matter of fact why is he even hitting me up? I thought about not texting him back, but my curiosity gave in.

Hey Shame… I said replying back to his message.

Nothn jus thinkn bout u.

Really? What are you thinking about? I texted into the phone pressing send. It only took a few seconds for Shame to reply back… So I know he wasn’t doing nothing and was able to text. Feeling my phone vibrate against my hand indicating to me that I had a new message, I went to my inbox to read the message Shame had texted back.

Us… n wat we coulda been n how much I miss u

Awe… That’s what’s up Shame… That’s good to know…

Why u gotta b like dat?

Be like what Shame? Tell me how I should be because I     clearly don’t know!

I jus wanna see u Mya…

I read over the text once again not sure if I should just leave it at that. I knew I was playing with fire because Shame and Hustle can’t stand each other. Hustle thinks Shame is some weak ass simple niggah and Shame… well Shame just wants me back.

Shame… you are cool… I can’t trust you Shame. I’m trying to   do me, focus on other things that don’t concern you…

Look I jus want 2 c u… dats it nothn more nothn less… I jus   miss ur company…

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