All I could do was laugh at her silly ass, ’cause I knew when she was serious about getting her some pussy.
“Yeah, I will fade your nugget.”
“Aight, cool, lemme know when you’re ready. By the way, what are you wearing today?”
I pointed to a pair of CK shorts and a matching shirt, with a CK hat to match.
“You and your damn hats. Do you ever go without something on your head? Why don’t you let me cut your hair? Let me hook you up with a fade like me?”
I looked at Nikki like she had just lost her dayum mind. My hair had grown. It fell in between my shoulder blades. “Are you out your fucking mind? Have you been sniffing glue again?”
“Well, hell, stop covering up all that nice-ass hair.”
“Damn, Nikki, how long have you known me? Why do you think they call me LL Cool J, Jr.?”
“Yeah, I know. You got that shit down; even the lip thing.”
I flashed her a big sexy grin. “And you know this…mannnnn.”
Nikki was laughing her ass off as she walked out of my room.
The invitations went out with 3 P.M. being the start time, but you know black people. They always feel the need to be on CP time. So the majority, if not all, didn’t show up till after four. Any other time, I would have been pissed, but today I was cool. I was nowhere near ready, and neither was the food. I cut Nikki’s hair and then got hung up on the phone with my mother. She felt the need to lecture me on alcohol usage and the being responsible tip. I indulged her for a little while before telling her that people were starting to arrive. I lied.
Nikki was downstairs greeting everyone that was arriving. I was out in the backyard slaving over the damn grill. We hired a DJ to set it off. This was the only party of the year that Nikki and I went overboard with as far as food, drinks, and music. That’s why no one ever scheduled their parties around the time we had ours. It was the bomb every year. It was strictly a lesbian party; no men allowed.
It was about seven and the house was packed. We had wall-to-wall women. We had invited about twenty-five people, but we had at least thirty-five to forty beautiful women wandering around the house. Some in swimsuits, some in less than swimsuits. I was about to have the time of my young life. Nothing but pussy everywhere I looked.
I was done with the cooking, had taken another shower, had on my gear, and now it was time to circulate the crowd. Nikki was already making headway with Stacy. I caught them over in the corner by the kitchen, all hugged up and kissing like there was no tomorrow. All I could do was smile.
“Hey, sexy,” I heard someone say from across the room.
I looked around to see who had spoken and whether they were talking to me.
“Hey, sexy,” I heard again, but this time she was right behind me. I turned around to see that it was Kim, the one with the green eyes.
Kim was wearing a two-piece bathing suit with a towel wrapped around her waist, hiding most of her beautiful legs. Kim was light-skinned, five-six, and was thick in all the right places, especially the chest. She was a healthy 38DD, and had no fat in those titties. Hell, it was all Kim.
“Wassup, cutie?” I asked.
“You.”
“Umm, me, and why you say that?”
“Damn, Jay, why you keep playing like you don’t know wassup?”
Kim had this serious look on her face that said she had a purpose.
“I’m just asking you wassup. Are you having a good time?” I asked.
Kim looked at me with this seductive grin. “It could be better.”
“How is that?”
“Oh, so now you wanna act like you don’t know wassup. You’re a trip, Jay.”
I smiled at her, because it was apparent that she was getting frustrated with me. I decided to play along with her to see where she was going.
“Okay, so tell me, baby. What’s really going on? Do you really think that you can truly fuck with this?”