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Silly ass nigga was buckling his pants, so he had to have shown his shit to her. I never thought I would say this because I’ve never met a woman who was strong enough to handle Jabari, but Mahogany just may be his match.
“Right after you let me sit this pussy on your beard. I’m about to go. I’m not about to keep standing here and going back and forth with your stupid ass! Miami, remember what I said,” Mahogany said, turning her attention to me and giving me one last hug before she left.
“Don’t run away now, shorty. Let me finish fuckin’ with your ass,” Jabari called out.
Mahogany just kept walking, but she did raise her hand and give him the finger on the way out.
“I know that’s what you want me to do, that’s why you let a nigga get you so riled up. Meet me in the bathroom, shorty. I’ll even eat your pussy for you,” Jabari yelled, standing up from his seat.
He was loud as hell, screaming that shit out in a club. I had to admit the shit was funny as hell, though.
“Yo, why you ask her if she was a lawyer?” I asked after I finished taking a swig of my drink.
“Cuz she running down that nigga’s business, so I thought maybe she was a lawyer. That’s my type of woman, though. I like crazy, and I could look in that bitch’s pretty ass eyes and tell that she fuckin’ crazy. She looks like she’ll run down on me while I’m with a bitch and slice me and the bitch up for fuckin’ around. She’ll clean up a nigga’s wounds when we get back to the house and cry while she doing it because she saw the damage that she did to me,” he went on to say,
Again, all I could do was shake my head and laugh.
“That pretty bitch will have me in jail, though. I don’t want none of her or her pussy, although I know it’s good. I can tell by her slick ass mouth and that stank ass walk that she got some good pussy on her,” and he ended it just like that.
For at least another thirty minutes, we drank together, puffed on our own blunts, and we ended up leaving at the same time. What a night!
Jashae Johnson
“Oh my God. Look at my handsome baby. Oooh, look at you,” I cooed, as my son came from out of the fitting room in his white and black tux.
His homecoming dance was in two weeks. The two of us had gone to breakfast this morning, and now we were in Men’s Wearhouse trying to find the best tux for him. This was the third one that he’d come out in, and I thought that the first two were going to be the one that we went with, but this one right here was my favorite.
I was damn near crying just from watching my son try on the tux, so imagine how I was going to be on the actual night of homecoming or prom. I never really saw my son dress up like this. Vonte had his own little style, so when we went to church, he would usually wear a dress shirt, some jeans, and a pair of Forces. To stand there and witness my son rocking a tux had me feeling a wave of emotions.
“Ma, you trippin’. This is why I was going to ask Pop Pop to take me because I knew you were going to do the most,” Vonte called out.
Pop Pop was my dad, and that was the nickname that my son had been calling him since he was about two years old.
“Okay, okay, I’ll try to stop. Vonte, I didn’t attend these things when I was growing up. My senior year, you were three, about to be four. Trip had already graduated, and I let him tell me that if he couldn’t go with me, then I couldn’t go. Not even just that, but Grandma was already doing so much for me like watching you during the day while I went to school, so if anything, I was afraid to ask if I could go to homecoming, prom, hell even grad bash. I didn’t do any of those things. It’s cool because I get to witness you doing them. This is the closest that I ever got to doing any of those things.
“Just be a little patient with your mama and know that when I get a little extra excited about stuff like this, it’s because, at this moment, I am kind of living my life vicariously through you. I’ll stop doing the most, though. Is that the tux you want or one of the first two?” I asked, changing the subject.
Vonte didn’t answer me. Instead, he turned away from the mirrors that he was originally looking in and looked down at me. My phone was in my hand from me being so happy that I’d started taking pictures of Vonte. I had about three different kinds of ties on my shoulders because we were trying to figure out which one he would wear, and I was holding a pair of dress shoes in my hands so that we could pick the perfect shoe for the tux. I was literally just all over the place.
“I didn’t know you didn’t go to your prom and stuff, Ma,” Vonte said, and his voice softened toward me a little bit.
“Yeah, I didn’t go. That’s why you never saw those pictures and stuff,” I let him know as I set the shoe back on the stand.
“I just assumed that y’all didn’t take pictures that night. Social media wasn’t as crazy when you were in high school as it is now. I always thought that you did all of the same stuff that I did,” Vonte said.
“No, that’s why I always get a little extra happy whenever something comes around like homecoming. I’m excited about prom in a few more months, even helping you pick out your outfit for grad bash. When I ride you constantly about you not having kids, it’s not strictly because I don’t want you to make me a grandmother while I’m in my thirties. It’s mainly because I want you to enjoy your life. Enjoy your teenage years, Giovonte. Kids can wait. I missed out on a lot of things when I had you. I just don’t want you to miss out on those same things as well,” I let him know.
I wasn’t sure if I was making him emotional by the stuff that I was saying, but I saw a look of sadness in his eyes. Hell, I was trying to avoid this by dropping the subject, but he brought it back up.
“What you had planned for that Friday night when I go to homecoming?” he asked.
“Nothing, really. The same thing I do every Friday. Is this the tux that you’re going to get, Vonte? Come on now,” I rushed him.
We’d been in this store for almost an hour.
“Nah, I want the second one. The olive green one and I want you to find something that matches it,” he said.
“Okay, I think I have an olive green shirt or something in my closet. We can have pop pop and grandma come over, and they can take your pictures,” I let him know.
