Ain't no hitta like the one I got: part one Read Online Free

said Will”, I grinned because I already knew what was coming.
    “Call me by my real name, Willemena.”
    “Whatever, listen, your dude ain’t coming, so if you want to come and crash at my house, you are welcome, it’s almost three in the morning, and the hallways isn’t no place for anyone to be. I live with my grandmother downstairs, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
    She sat there and looked at me as though she was thinking about it but seemed hesitant.
    “Come on, it’s warm and cozy and way better than out here.”
    She stood up, and I realized that she was kinda tall and slim, but she had a phaty with some hips on her. I tried not to stare, but I guess it was in my nature. I got her bag and she picked up the garbage from the food I gave her and she followed behind me, downstairs and into my apartment. When we got inside she still looked frightened and unsure.
    “Come follow me”, I said quietly as not to wake my grandma, but it was too late.
    “Boy what is all of that racket, going on?” My grandma asked coming outside of her room door tying her robe.
    “Grandma everything is ok, just go lay back down”, I looked at Willemena and shook my head.
    “And who is this young lady? OOOh, you look familiar. You are the nice girl that helped yesterday with my shopping cart? What is your name and what are you doing here?”
    “I am Willemena, Mam.”
    “Child come give me a hug,” she said opening up her arms.
    I watched them hug, “What are you doing here child, Cause my boy Patience never bring women home.”
    I looked up in the air at her giving out my government. I glanced at Willemena and she was grinning and her eyes were sparkling. Shit she was beautiful.
    “Grandma, I am helping her that all. That’s why she’s here.”
    “Well go help her then, why are you standing here. There’s some left over stew and banana pudding in the fridge if she’s hungry”, my grandmother mumbled and turned back around and went into her room.
    “Come on,” I said leading her into my room. I went and got some towels and shit out of the linen and gave it to her and showed her the bathroom. She took the stuff and disappeared out of the room, and I sat back on a chair that I had in the corner and waited until she got out. I was checking my phone until I started to doze off, I woke up when I heard Willemena come into the room. She walked in with her hair still wet, in only a pair of panties, with the front of her panties wedged in between of the slit of her pussy, making the lips divide into two and look fat and she had on a tight wife beater with her nipples poked out. I didn’t even know shorty was hiding those big titties under all of the baggy clothes she had on. My dick was starting to get hard so I got up and threw some clean blankets and sheets on the bed.
    “Here, you sleep in my room and I will be sleep out in the living room, if you need anything else, just wake me up, “I said closing the door behind me. I laid on the couch and tried to fall asleep with the big ass boner. I didn’t even know why my dick was acting up knowing I fucked something earlier anyway, falling asleep was hard to do but I dozed off anyway, maybe shorty would be gone by tomorrow . I knew she had to have some type of family somewhere but deep inside I looked forward to knowing more about her.

Jealousy

Willemena
    When I woke up the next morning, I shocked about everything. Was I really sleeping in this nigga’s house that I really didn’t even know? This shit was so crazy. I looked around at the millions of hats pinned up against the walls, the million boxes of jays lined up in the corner. The pictures of Tupac and Biggie, the basketball in the corner of the room; yup, a typical dude room, I smirked to myself. I know this sounds dumb but I was actually home sick and wondering about what my mother was doing right now. I just really missed the normalcy of my life, I know arguing with my mother wasn’t normal, but every