Surprise, Surprise by @_moneyBITCH

“Tracy! You ain’t start cooking yet, girl?” Erica called upstairs to her girlfriend. She had been gone for more than an hour and the stove looked untouched. She placed her hand on it. Cold. She turned the TV on, puzzled. It wasn’t like Tracy to not do what Erica had asked of her- Erica basically had her on lock. Waiting for a response, Erica plopped down in the loveseat in the den, where an hour and a half ago she had sat watching the game and texting Honey, who had demanded to see her immediately. Sensing the desperation in Honey’s text messages, she had hopped in her Mercedes and sped off to handle her, telling Tracy that she was at her homeboy’s house watching the game.

                Her mind flashed back to how Honey had answered the door- in nothing but an off the shoulder black sweatshirt and sheer black panties. She had opened it with an attitude, popped her hand on her hip, rolled her pretty green eyes and said: “What took you so long, fool?”

                Erica loved Honey’s attitude. She picked her up, let her wrap her legs around her and carried her to the bedroom. Honey was golden with eyes that constantly changed colors and nails that she kept done. Her long, curly, brown hair was always done and always smelled good. Honey’s upkeep was what got to Erica and what got her to bounce out on Tracy every once in a while.              

                They wasted no time. Honey immediately started pulling off all of Erica’s layers- her jacket, her Polo boots, socks, Levi’s, button up- until she stood before her in a sports bra and boxers. Honey reached up and ran her hand over Erica’s immaculate waves.

                “Ohhh, I’m sea-sick,” Honey said teasingly.

                “Shut up,” Erica replied, pushing her back on the bed. She began kissing Honey from head to hip, slowing down at her inner thighs to build suspense and anxiety. Honey laid back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Watching the way Honey reacted turned Erica on. She knew Honey was already wet; Honey was always slippery when Erica slid the strap in. The flashback began to get her hot all over again. Cold shower time, she thought to herself.

                “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” an unfamiliar voice shouted from upstairs.

                Erica got up in alarm. What the fuck is going on? She approached the stairwell- a place where her and Honey had conquered one night when Tracy was in class- and looked up towards the master bedroom where the voice had come from. Furious at the thought of someone that didn’t belong in her house being in her bedroom, she stomped her way up the stairs, her boots tracking dirt from outside on the cream carpet.

                It was completely quiet when she got to the front of her bedroom door. She shut off the light in the hallway to see a dimmed light peeking out from beneath the door.

                “Tracy!” She put her ear against the door. “You ain’t start cooking yet!” She bust opened the door only to be shocked by what she saw.

                She looked around in bewilderment trying to assess the situation before her. Tracy was on the bed crying silently as Erica’s cousin looked down at her, her face twisted up in a scowl. Tracy was naked except for her panties; her hair was in a mess, her lipstick completely gone. T was wearing a strap, Tracy’s lipstick all over her face.

                “T?” Erica looked over at her cousin, completely confused.

                “Erica…” T said softly, never breaking her gaze.

                “I didn’t know!” Tracy sobbed.

                “Erica, I didn’t even know…” T started.

                “What the FUCK is goin on, yo?” Erica blurted out. “You fuckin my bitch!?”

                T stared at Erica like she was crazy. “Chill the fuck out. I didn’t know this hoe was your bitch,” she retorted nonchalantly.

                “So I’m a hoe? I wasn’t a hoe when you was doin all that nasty shit just now!” Tracy shouted.

                “Ha!” T moved closer to Tracy to make sure she was in her face. “Actually, you was, hoe.”

                Erica couldn’t believe this shit. She had come back home from a perfect night of sex and blunts to her cousin fucking her girlfriend. She didn’t even care that T had just called her girl a hoe. After all, at this point, she was right.

                “Erica, I didn’t even know this hoe was your bitch!” she said again. “I met her at the fuckin club, yo. Matter fact, she was grillin me the whole night. I only approached her ‘cause I mean… look at her! And when we was texting and shit she was on some strictly sex no strings shit, you know?”

                Erica looked at Tracy who began to cry even louder. “That shit is obnoxious as fuck,” she said to her. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t even know what the fuck you cryin’ for.” She walked past T and the clothes on the floor over to the closet her and Tracy shared and pulled out a duffle bag. “This is for you, bitch. I’m leaving for a few, and by the time I get back, you and your shit should be gone. You know where the garbage bags’ at. And don’t touch none of the Louis luggage. I bought that shit for you, and I’m fuckin repossessin’ it.” She threw the duffle bag at Tracy, who jumped as it landed on the bed in front of her. “And T… get your fuckin’ clothes on and get the fuck out my house, nigga.”

                With that, Erica turned around and made her way down the stairs. She snatched up her phone, reached for her keys and dialed the first girl that came to mind- Honey.

                Sounding more than happy to hear from her, Honey rushed her over just as she did earlier that night.

                “I’mma take care of you, baby,” Honey said seductively.

                “Bet,” Erica answered.

               

                Honey answered the door as if they hadn’t just spent an hour and change having wild sex not too long ago. Fully dressed, hair perfect, and make up intact, she placed her hand on her hip just as she had done earlier, rolled her eyes and said: “FUCK took you so long?”

                “Why you at the door fully dressed?” Erica questioned, stepping past her into the living room. Another thing that attracted Erica to Honey was how she seemed to have as much as her. Unlike Tracy, she didn’t have to worry about paying for anything. With Honey, she simply did it when she wanted to.

                 “Me and Darla were about to go out to a movie.”

                “Darla?”

                “Yes, Darla,” a voice called out, and the speaker came out from around the corner to join them in the living room. Erica had to do all that she could to keep her jaw from dropping. Darla was the color of hot chocolate, short as hell with dark chink eyes and long, curly, wine-colored hair that she now wore clipped up. Her shape was a perfect hour glass- she was so thick you could see everything from the front. “You’re drooling,” she said with attitude to Erica.

                Erica chuckled. “Never that, honey,” she said nonchalantly. “Nice to meet you, though, Darla.”

                Darla smiled and Erica was immediately turned on by her deep dimples.

                “We can cancel our plans and chill with you ‘til you feel better, E,” Honey said sweetly. She sat down on her sofa and turned on some music with the remote control on her coffee table.

                “Yeah, I don’t mind,” Darla said, walking past Erica and sitting on the opposite end of the sofa.

                Erica sat down in between them, trying not to expose how hot and bothered the situation had gotten her. Here she was, sitting in between two bad bitches that were both apparently flirting with her.

                Honey decided to light up and the three of them sat on the couch, smoking blunts and talking when suddenly Darla leaned over and began sucking on Erica’s neck. Honey looked over, pouted, and then started sucking on the other side of Erica’s neck. Erica inhaled some more weed and then placed it in the ashtray. She placed one hand on Honey’s thigh and the other on Darla’s ass and leaned back as the two worked their tongues on her neck. Honey ran her hand up Erica’s shirt; Darla began fiddling with Erica’s fly.

                Erica felt her phone vibrating. Honey simply pulled it out of her pocket, turned it on silent, and placed it on the end table beside them and went back to nibbling on Erica’s ear and feeling on her.

                “Two at once?” Darla whispered.

                Erica smiled. It was exactly what she deserved after what she had just walked in on…

To be continued.