passed the blunt to Q. “I think you need to do some research first.”
“Nigga, you were the one questioning me about Tommy. Have you forgot that?”
“Yeah, but none of us has proof that Squirt was set up. I mean, why would Tommy set him up?”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly.”
Q tucked the gun back into his waistband then pulled out a condom. “This is how I’ma get him.”
“You gonna fuck him?” Country laughed.
“No. I’ma fuck his bitch, with her fine ass.” He then put the condom back into his pocket and sucked up the rest of the blunt. *****
Quentin seemed to be a nice guy. Though Summer didn’t know much about him, she decided to meet him for lunch. She wanted to meet in a public place although it was risky since she knew she could possibly be seen by Tommy; but hey, they weren’t an item. She and Q met at Fuel Pizza, downtown. Q was dressed in shorts, Timberland boots, and a wife beater. A humongous diamond glistened in his left ear. He and Summer sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. Q looked damn good. Summer thought so herself, and she occasionally looked at the Superman symbol tattooed on his arm. Damn he had a nice body.
Q smiled again, and this time Summer quivered a little. Q had his elbows on the table, and she usually didn’t like that, but she liked that roughness about him because she knew he could be gentle. He had warm eyes.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No. Actually, I just wanted to see you.”
“Well, I’m hungry.” She smiled. “I know you’re used to a lot of
girls being cute and not eating, but, hell, I’m hungry.”
Q laughed. “Knock yourself out. I just don’t like pizza. Cheese fucks with my stomach and I don’t eat meat.”
Summer stood. Her jeans were gripping her ass. She hadn’t planned on wearing tight jeans, but she was glad she did. Now she would sashay to the counter and watch from the corner of her eye. Her heels clacked as she walked away. She looked long, lean, and sexy. The yoga was paying off. She had the attention of every man in the pizza parlor. She glanced at Q and his eyes were glued to her ass.
“A slice of cheese and a bottle of water,” she said to Kevin, noticing the name tag on the teenager behind the counter.
The boy put the pizza in the oven and handed her the water. “Did you need a cup?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Q said as he walked up behind her and pulled her hair. She felt like a high school girl. She blushed. “You like pulling on hair, huh?”
He licked his lips. “My specialty.”
Kevin handed her the pizza and she and Q walked back to the booth. He sat beside her.
She bit into the slice. The cheese was like elastic as she drew the slice away from her mouth. She’d gotten cheese all over her face. As she licked it off, Q said, “Damn.”
She laughed. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking. I bet you can do wonders with your tongue, that’s all.”
She busted out laughing then sat the pizza back on the paper plate. “Quentin, you are too much.”
He looked in her eyes. “Listen, Summer. I been thinking about you since the day I met you, and I can’t get you off my mind.”
“What have you been thinking about, Q?”
“Nothing. Just that I wouldn’t mind being with a girl like you.”
She opened her water. “That’s bullshit, Q. You want to fuck me.”
Q looked the other way and didn’t respond.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Quentin. You want to fuck me. Why don’t you just go ahead and admit it?”
He shrugged and smiled. He looked very boyish at that moment and she liked that.
Finally, he said, “I ain’t gonna lie. I think you fly as hell, but I really just wanted to feel you out.”
She put his hand on her thigh right below her private parts, and a few seconds later he tried to feel her pussy. She moved his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just seeing how far you would go.” She laughed. “Niggas are easy to predict. All you want is some pussy, Q.
“Nigga, you were the one questioning me about Tommy. Have you forgot that?”
“Yeah, but none of us has proof that Squirt was set up. I mean, why would Tommy set him up?”
“I don’t know.”
“Exactly.”
Q tucked the gun back into his waistband then pulled out a condom. “This is how I’ma get him.”
“You gonna fuck him?” Country laughed.
“No. I’ma fuck his bitch, with her fine ass.” He then put the condom back into his pocket and sucked up the rest of the blunt. *****
Quentin seemed to be a nice guy. Though Summer didn’t know much about him, she decided to meet him for lunch. She wanted to meet in a public place although it was risky since she knew she could possibly be seen by Tommy; but hey, they weren’t an item. She and Q met at Fuel Pizza, downtown. Q was dressed in shorts, Timberland boots, and a wife beater. A humongous diamond glistened in his left ear. He and Summer sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. Q looked damn good. Summer thought so herself, and she occasionally looked at the Superman symbol tattooed on his arm. Damn he had a nice body.
Q smiled again, and this time Summer quivered a little. Q had his elbows on the table, and she usually didn’t like that, but she liked that roughness about him because she knew he could be gentle. He had warm eyes.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No. Actually, I just wanted to see you.”
“Well, I’m hungry.” She smiled. “I know you’re used to a lot of
girls being cute and not eating, but, hell, I’m hungry.”
Q laughed. “Knock yourself out. I just don’t like pizza. Cheese fucks with my stomach and I don’t eat meat.”
Summer stood. Her jeans were gripping her ass. She hadn’t planned on wearing tight jeans, but she was glad she did. Now she would sashay to the counter and watch from the corner of her eye. Her heels clacked as she walked away. She looked long, lean, and sexy. The yoga was paying off. She had the attention of every man in the pizza parlor. She glanced at Q and his eyes were glued to her ass.
“A slice of cheese and a bottle of water,” she said to Kevin, noticing the name tag on the teenager behind the counter.
The boy put the pizza in the oven and handed her the water. “Did you need a cup?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Q said as he walked up behind her and pulled her hair. She felt like a high school girl. She blushed. “You like pulling on hair, huh?”
He licked his lips. “My specialty.”
Kevin handed her the pizza and she and Q walked back to the booth. He sat beside her.
She bit into the slice. The cheese was like elastic as she drew the slice away from her mouth. She’d gotten cheese all over her face. As she licked it off, Q said, “Damn.”
She laughed. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking. I bet you can do wonders with your tongue, that’s all.”
She busted out laughing then sat the pizza back on the paper plate. “Quentin, you are too much.”
He looked in her eyes. “Listen, Summer. I been thinking about you since the day I met you, and I can’t get you off my mind.”
“What have you been thinking about, Q?”
“Nothing. Just that I wouldn’t mind being with a girl like you.”
She opened her water. “That’s bullshit, Q. You want to fuck me.”
Q looked the other way and didn’t respond.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Quentin. You want to fuck me. Why don’t you just go ahead and admit it?”
He shrugged and smiled. He looked very boyish at that moment and she liked that.
Finally, he said, “I ain’t gonna lie. I think you fly as hell, but I really just wanted to feel you out.”
She put his hand on her thigh right below her private parts, and a few seconds later he tried to feel her pussy. She moved his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just seeing how far you would go.” She laughed. “Niggas are easy to predict. All you want is some pussy, Q.
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