Lucid Dreams

by Ladii Nesha

Dai and Tiny sat there trying to figure out what they were talking about, but Junie nodded toward the door and Harvey stood up. Pulling out his wallet, he dropped a couple of dollars on the table before escorting her out of the restaurant. Dai and Tiny's eyes found one another, and he busted out laughing. She was sitting there scowling, but there was a hopeful glimmer behind her angry stare. “I’m not high enough.” He stood up from the booth. Dai had knocked down plenty of unattractive women on some high shit, but Tiny wasn’t doing it for him. Even with the pill coursing through his bloodstream, he knew he could do a hell of a lot better. Tiny wasn’t ugly per se, but the minute she opened her mouth, Dai was turned off. “Boy, fuck you. I don’t wanna fuck a nigga that wears black nail polish anyway.” Tiny snatched her purse from the seat. “Good, because a bitch with crusty cuticles could never wrap her hands around my dick. If you need a shop, let me know. My homegirl does wonders and you’re in need of some TLC,” Dai said before bopping out of the restaurant.

“Did you really just pull me from my dinner to have me sitting in the car while you text some bitch?” Hunter asked, finding her voice. Nite flipped the phone around to show her the text. Twin: Where the fuck you go and why would you leave me with this little head ass girl. Her fucking sew in look like a football helmet. Tell pretty toes she ain’t shit.

“You tired?” Hunter asked, leaning closer to him, becoming intoxicated from his cologne. “I’m high,” he admitted, licking his lips. “Oh, so why are you here?” “So you could rest. You making niggas nervous circling the block. I had to tell Ms. Pat not to let the dogs loose on yo ass again.” “Op, she be doing that shit on purpose?” Hunter bucked her eyes. She knew exactly who he was talking about because every time she approached the block, the old woman was sitting on the porch rubbing the top of the Pitbull's head. “Hell yea. You be in the hood wildin with them tickets.” “I’m doing my job.” “Then wear some good running shoes,” Nite advised. “Your number?”

Rather than responding to her smart comment, Nite got out of his car and walked over to her side. Opening the door wider, he turned her to face him and positioned himself between her legs. “The night you slept in my bed, it took God and a lot of willpower for me not to bury my face between your legs,” he whispered against her lips. Hunter’s mouth dropped open, and Nite brushed his finger across her bottom lip. “I’m not a big pussy eater, but I wanted to devour your shit. That fucking piercing is so sexy, and I want to tatt my name on your waistline. Give me a kiss before I fuck around and get us knocked for indecent exposure.” Puckering her lips, Hunter leaned forward, and Nite leaned in. A hood nigga through and through, he didn’t believe in none of the sappy shit the movies displayed, but the second her lips touched his, Nite felt something in his chest shift. Placing his hand at the nape of her neck, Nite lightly gripped it and sucked on her tongue. Hunter reached around his back and pulled him closer to her. “Got damnnn,” Dai gasped. “Are you giving her CPR?” Hunter pulled back and wiped her lip gloss from Nite’s lips. Lazily he stepped back and helped her out of the truck. “Get my number the same way you got my location,” she quipped, trading place with Dai, allowing him to climb in the passenger seat. “Byeeee,” Hunter sang, backing away from the car as Junie and Harvey walked up. Harvey whispered something in Junie’s ear and kissed her cheek. “I’ll call you later, ma...

“You know I'm in between jobs,” he reasoned. “And I told you to move in with me. I can help you if we’re under the same roof.” “You’re always between jobs, and I'll sell my pussy before I move in with you.” “I’d buy it.” Aaron lustfully licked his lips, eyeing her print in the tiny shorts. “You know I’m a pro when it comes to that.” “You’re also a pro at being a deadbeat nigga.” Hunter smacked her lips and pushed him out of her way. Aaron caught her wrist and pulled her into him. “So you don’t miss me?” “Nigga, no!” She snatched away from him. The thought of fucking Aaron made her sick. Not only was he a notorious hoe, but rumors floated around claiming he stayed at the clinic. If he wasn’t paying for abortions, he was paying for prescriptions.

“Mama, I thought you were a smart girl.” “I am.” “Then you gotta know playing with me won’t be taken lightly. I’m sure the same person that told you my car was stolen also told you I don’t shy away from conflict and that, my baby, you should believe.” “Are you threatening me?” Hunter asked. “Nah, I’m promising you that if that nigga ain’t gone within ten minutes, I’m pulling up, and we’ll improv from there.” Beep beep beep “Op,” she snickered, looking at the phone. Nite hung up on her. “Shit, let me get Aaron the hell out of here before they fuck my house up.” Strolling back into the living room, Hunter could hear Aaron yelling and Axel sniffling. She knew damn well ten minutes hadn’t passed that quickly.

“Ma, do I have to go with him?” Axel bombarded her the second she reappeared. “Don’t call me no fucking him,” Aaron fussed. “Her,” Axel countered.