Bubbles

Jamal Simmons walked into his apartment building in the quiet neighborhood outside of Greensboro, North Carolina. He sighed in relief. Although it was after 6 pm, it was still very hot and the building's A/C hit him as soon as he walked through the door.

"Aaaahhhh..." he moaned as the cool air hit him. He gripped his 12-pack of Heinekens and headed for the elevator.

He was tired. He had just gotten off work from his job as a mechanic at a local Ford dealership and he was ready to relax. It was a Friday and he was going to be off for the next couple of days. He didn't have any plans except to drink his beers and watch some TV.

He heard some screaming and arguing as he came off the elevator on the fourth floor and passed by one door. He shook his head. Bubbles and Tony were going at it again.

Par for the course, he thought. Those two were always fighting. She was crazy to stay with him. And men must love crazy pussy.

He continued down the hallway and opened the door to his own crib. He went in, locked the door, and set his beers down on the kitchen countertop. He kicked his Tims off and crashed down on the couch. He stared at the TV as if he were debating whether or not to turn it on.

He had been living here for close to six months now. The 28-year-old was originally from Decatur, Georgia. He moved to Greensboro after a woman he hooked up with one night found him on Facebook and told him he had a little boy. Jamal had recently ended a relationship with a woman named April whom he was madly in love. However, he took April for granted very badly and cheated on her frequently. He fully thought she would always take him back. He did it one too many times and found out how wrong he was. April walked away from him and never spoke to him again.

The news about him being a potential father offered an opportunity for a fresh start. He was already working for a Ford dealership in Atlanta, and he transferred to Greensboro. He found an apartment and got established in the area. He was excited about the prospect of being a father and was determined to do right by his child's mother. He called to meet the woman who said she had his son.

However, Jamal would wind up being very disappointed. He met the woman and her son, but the little boy bore little resemblance to Jamal. He asked the woman for a DNA test. She was angry about the request, but there was no one listed on her son's birth certificate for the father, so she couldn't file papers on anyone. She didn't have much of a choice, and Jamal offered to pay for the test. She couldn't say no. So the DNA test was done, and it came back that the little boy wasn't Jamal's. He was crushed. That was the last time he saw the woman or the little boy again.

Jamal had to look at the upside of things. He didn't have any kids, he was single, and living in a new city. He was determined to make the best of things. He learned his way around and made some new friends. He got to know some of his neighbors, particularly Bubbles and Tony. Those two tripped him out.

Bubbles and Tony were married, but one would never know it by observing the pair. They both were in their late 30s. Tony straight-up acted like he was single. He truly didn't give a fuck about commitment. Jamal wondered why he even bothered to wear a wedding ring until one day he asked Tony and got an honest answer.

"Because dude, women around here will fuck a married dude faster than they would a single man," Tony told him. All Jamal could do was shake his head.

Through it all, Bubbles put up with it. The couple had two small kids together, and Bubbles regularly sent them to her mother's house so that she could have alone time with Tony. At least that was the plan. Tony had other ideas. The pair frequently argued, and Tony would disappear for days at a time. Bubbles would knock on Jamal's door every so often, looking for him. Jamal never understood this because he really didn't know Tony like that. But he was nice and just told Bubbles he hadn't seen her husband lately.

Jamal didn't understand why Bubbles put up with Tony's shit. She really wasn't a bad-looking chick. Bubbles was short but plain and looked like your typical around-the-way girl. She was still struggling to lose the baby fat from having her two kids. But the weight looked good on her, in Jamal's opinion. She was probably a serious hottie when she fixed herself up. Jamal never asked Tony while he nicknamed her Bubbles, but he assumed it was because of her big, round, donkey booty. The girl was dragging a serious wagon.

A couple of hours later after getting home, Jamal still hadn't turned on his TV, but he had run through four beers. He had his head back on the couch relaxing and enjoying the quiet. He was suddenly startled out of his peacefulness by a loud knock on his door.

Exasperated, he wearily got up to answer the door. He looked through his peephole and rolled his eyes; it was Bubbles. She stood in his doorway wearing a white t-shirt, tight black gym shorts, flip-flops, and a black bonnet. She looked totally ghettoized. He opened the door.

"Hi, Bubbles. No, he ain't here," Jamal said.

Bubbles smacked her lips and glared at him. She put her hands on her ample hips. "Do you mind if I see for myself? I know how you niggas like to stick together."

Jamal gave her an indignant glare back. "Hell, the fuck yeah I mind. I said he ain't here. I just got off work. I haven't seen Tony all day," he replied angrily.

Bubbles looked crestfallen. "Damn," she muttered. Then her phone chirped, notifying her of a received text and she stared at it. Jamal watched her mood change from anger to sadness right back to anger again. She then slapped her hands on her thighs and looked up in despair. She rested her back against the opposite wall in the hallway and slumped down to the floor. She buried her face in her hands and began to sob quietly.

This disarmed Jamal briefly. He didn't like to see women cry, and he figured that whatever upset her, it was probably Tony who did it.

"Hey, hey..." he said softly, coming over and helping the girl to her feet. "Bubbles, what's wrong? Here, come in." He took her by the arm and took her into his apartment. They sat down on the couch.

"Do you want a beer?" he offered her but Bubbles declined. Her eyes were red and wet from crying.

"He's gonna leave me," she said softly. She had regained her composure somewhat and had a solemn look on her face. Jamal just stared at her. "He said he's out of town for the weekend but he'll be back to pack up his stuff next week," she said.

"Oh damn..." Jamal said in disbelief. "Is he for real?"

Bubbles put on a grim smile. "Oh, he'll come back next week and tell me he was just playing but I'm done. I'm tired of being treated like this," she said. "My sister gave me the number of a divorce lawyer. I'm calling Monday."

Jamal sat there in silence. He really didn't know what to say. Actually, he did. He really wanted to know what took her so long. "Why now? Why this time? He's done doggish shit before and you took him back. What makes this time any different?" he asked.

Bubbles didn't answer at first. Then an angry resolve steeled in her brown eyes. "I went through his Facebook the other night. The fool left himself logged in on our laptop. I saw a few messages from a girl in Raleigh. She said she's pregnant with his baby. That I can't handle. So regardless of whether he comes back or not, I'm done," she said.

Jamal nodded. "Good for you. You don't deserve to be made a fool of like this," he said.

Bubbles looked at him. "You think I should've left him a while ago, huh?" she asked.

Jamal let out a sigh. "Look..." he said. "Once upon a time, I was a slave to my dick until I fucked up the one good thing I had going in my life and she walked away from me. When your mindset is like that, you don't care who you hurt. Trust me, I know. That's where Tony's head is. You have to be the better woman and walk away."

"But I was thinking of my kids. They need their daddy," Bubbles lamented.

"So let him be Daddy. But he doesn't deserve you," Jamal said.

Bubbles wanted her kids' father around. But not with all of the drama he brought. She knew Jamal was right. "Yeah," she said softly. She looked at him. "I'm sorry for barging all up in your spot like this," she said.

"It's all good. You sure you don't want a beer?" he offered again.

"Fuck it, why not?" Bubbles said with a smile.

Jamal got up and got her a Heineken out of the refrigerator. He popped the cap on it and handed it to Bubbles. She took a long swig of the beer and lay her head back on the couch. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm..." she muttered. "Man, I can't believe all of the shit I did for that nigga and this is the way he treats me??? You know I had a threesome with him and another woman."

Jamal just looked at her. "And why did you do that?" he asked.

Bubbles shrugged. "He was gonna fuck her anyway. I guess I wanted some control over the situation," she answered.

"I see. Did you have fun?" Jamal asked.

Bubbles blinked twice. "Yeah. I guess I did. I had never been with a woman before," she said.

"You don't know if you liked it or not?" Jamal asked with a snicker.

"Hey, I did it for him," Bubbles said indignantly.

"Trying to keep it spicy, huh? I feel you. You have to do that sometimes. Wear some lingerie. Let him remember why he calls you Bubbles, ya know? Work that big ol' booty," Jamal said with a smile.

Bubbles rolled her eyes. "Sheeit... That nigga ain't paying me no mind," she spat. "After I had my last baby, he quit looking at me like that. I can't even pay for dick anymore."

Jamal looked at her but didn't say anything. He took another swig of his beer. Bubbles finished off her beer and set the bottle down on the cocktail table.

"Besides," she continued. "That ain't why he calls me that."

Jamal gave her another look. His curiosity was piqued now. "Two questions. One, what's your real name?" he asked.

Bubbles smiled. "Lisa," she answered.

"Do you really like being called Bubbles?" Jamal asked.

Bubbles gave him a flirty look. "Actually, I do," she answered with a smile.

Jamal nodded. "Okay. So why does Tony call you Bubbles?" he asked.

"That's three questions," Bubbles said with a sly grin.

"Nope," Jamal said, shaking his head. "You don't get out of it that easily. Tell me."

Bubbles squirmed a bit and crossed her arms across her chest again. "Give me another beer and I'll tell you," she said.

Jamal jumped up and went to the fridge. He grabbed a couple of more beers and popped the caps on both. He came back over to the couch and handed her one of the beers. Then he sat back and waited patiently.

"Okay," Bubbles said after taking an initial swig of the beer. "He calls me Bubbles because of my mouth." She said it with an embarrassed look on her face.

Jamal did a double-take as if he didn't understand. "Come again, please," he said.

"It's my mouth," Bubbles said. "When I..." her voice trailed off.

Jamal stared at her as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. "What about your mouth?" he asked.

Bubbles closed her eyes and blew out a sigh. She put her face in her hands. "Oh, my Godddd!!!" she exclaimed. She pressed her hands on her legs and looked at Jamal. "Let's just say that my toppy is really sloppy," she said.

Jamal's eyes got big, then he started cackling. "Oh shit!!!" he cried out in laughter. He then stared at her. "Seriously? So your head game is like that?" he asked.

Bubbles smirked. "I'm glad you think it's funny," she said in exasperation.

"Every guy thinks his old lady has great oral skills. But that's not necessarily the case. Every woman can't be a master," Jamal observed.

"I never said I was a master. I just said that my mouth gets extra, extra wet when I do it," Bubbles said. "I make a lot of bubbles when I do it. Hence the nickname."

Jamal looked at her quietly. Finally, he asked. "Do you like doing that? Performing orally?"

Bubbles shrugged. "Yeah, kinda. I like the power I have when I do it," she said, smiling.

"Damn... I'll bet you made that nigga's eyes roll back in his head," Jamal said, shaking his head. "He's STOOOPID to let you go."

Bubbles smiled. "Thanks. But it's obvious that I'm not enough woman for him," she said softly.

"You're plenty enough woman for the right dude," Jamal said softly.

"Oh really? And which dude are you referring to?" Bubbles asked, giving him a lecherous look.

"I'm just sayin'," Jamal said, throwing his hands up. "I mean, you're an attractive woman, even now with your bedroom gear on. You got that around-the-way vibe going. You just need to be treated right."

"You offering? Or do you just wanna see how sloppy my toppy is?" Bubbles asked with a smirk.

"Sheeit, you know I wanna know," Jamal said with a laugh. "Hell yes, I wanna know."

Bubbles gave him the side-eye. "You don't think I'm fat?" she asked.

Jamal's face wrinkled up. "Hell no. You're not fat, you're hellathick," he said. And he meant it. In addition to that ass, Bubbles had thick thighs and nice bouncy Mommy titties. She still carried that baby fat around her middle but he had no problem with that.

Bubbles felt her face flush with heat and she felt the bonnet on her head. "Oh my God, I look so tore up," she exclaimed.

"You're just fine. You're all natural and not made up. I prefer that. It's a woman's true beauty," Jamal said softly.

Bubbles laughed. "What the fuck ever, nigga. You'll say anything to get your knob slobbered on," she said.

"I'm just being honest with you," Jamal said.

Bubbles looked at him and licked her lips. Jamal was a good-looking man. And truth be told, she was horny. Tony didn't even like to touch her anymore. But if she got this nigga's dick in her mouth, he wouldn't last long at all.

"Okay," she said. "But I need to nut. I haven't cum in a very long time unless it's by my own hand."

Jamal came over and sat down beside her. He put his hand on her thigh. "That's a damn shame," he said softly. As he looked into her eyes with that bonnet on her head, he was even more attracted to her. He ran his hand up her thigh and put his hand on her waist. She put her hand on his chest and unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his work shirt. Their faces closed in together and their lips met.

They kissed a bit harder and deeper and Jamal let his hands roam. He cupped her titties and felt her nipples through the white t-shirt. She moaned softly at his touch. She had opened his shirt and had her hand under his undershirt. Jamal took off his work shirt and his undershirt. His chest was bare and she played with his nipples.

Jamal stood up and Bubbles smiled as she undid his jeans and pulled them down. Jamal stepped out of his jeans, and she pulled down his boxers as well. His long, thick, veiny dick sprang forth and stood erect in front of her.

"Damn boy..." she breathed as she began to stroke him. "All this for me?"

Jamal laughed. "For now anyway," he said.

Bubbles' mouth was watering already. "I'll give you a taste of what I'm all about. But just a little," she said with a smile. "Can't have you cumming too soon before I get mine."

"Oh, I'll make sure you get yours, trust me," Jamal assured her.

Bubbles cupped his balls and the base of his dick with both hands and looked up at him. "Are you ready?" she asked. Jamal nodded impatiently.

Bubbles closed her eyes and slipped the head of his dick into her mouth. She sucked on it a bit and swirled her tongue around it. It felt good to Jamal but he was expecting more. This bitch, he thought. He started to reach out to grab the back of her head but Bubbles opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. She buried Jamal's bone in the back of her throat down to his balls and lapped at them. Her saliva foamed at the corners of her mouth and she bobbed her head slightly up and down. Jamal's eyes got big.

Her head came off his dick and quickly went back down again, all the way to his nuts. His shaft was drenched with her drool. It began to pool on her hand and she rubbed it into his skin. That almost pushed Jamal over the edge and he pushed her head off his dick.

"OOOOH FUCKKK!!!" he hollered as he closed his eyes and willed the nut back down into his balls.

"I told you," she said with a smile.

Jamal just stared at her for a minute. Then he grabbed her arm and stood her up. He turned her around and pulled down her gym shorts and panties. He smacked her big booty and watched the cheeks bounce. He roughly pushed her onto the couch on her knees and parted her legs a bit. "Damn," he muttered. "All this ass. It's ridiculous."

He parted her cheeks as he squeezed her Charmin and noted how wet her pussy was. He inserted a finger inside and massaged her sugarwalls. Bubbles moaned loudly. Her clit was pronounced and hanging, coated with her own juices. Jamal got down on his knees behind her and buried his face in her hotbox.

Bubbles threw her head back and pressed her chest down on the couch harder. She felt Jamal's beard on her clit and his tongue dancing around inside her. Her thighs trembled. Jamal sucked on her clit and took her over the edge. Her walls swelled up and her pussy pulsed in orgasm.

"ARRRGGGHHH!!!" she cried out, trying to bury her face in the cushions.

Jamal stood up and wiped her juices off his mouth. He then went back to his bedroom for a minute. He came back out with a condom and tore it open. He rolled it down over his dickhead and onto his shaft. He came up behind her and held open her cheek with one hand and his dick gripped with the other. She was at the perfect height. Bubbles looked back at him as he prepared to put in work on her.

He gripped his dick by the base and inched his dickhead along her wet, open slit. He wiggled it a bit as he pushed and watched her open up. Bubbles moaned as she felt herself open up as he entered her. But he only put in his head, jabbing a little. She felt her walls expand a little, then he wiggled his dick harder inside her. Bubbles' sugarwalls clenched up again and grabbed onto his dickhead. She buried her face in the cushion again as the resulting orgasm rolled through her body.

Jamal slowly pushed himself all the way into her and held his dick there, relishing the sensation of her hot, juicy wetness. Now it was his turn to moan as her walls massaged his shaft. He pulled himself out of her, and held open her cheeks. He pushed himself back into her and pulled out slowly. He was captivated with the vision of her pink walls hanging onto his shaft. FUCK, this pussy is fire, he thought.

Bubbles was about to rip the cushion up as she endured the numerous erotic peaks his dick was giving her as he slowly played in her pussy. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. The teasing was too much. "Oh fuck, you're torturing me. Please..." she pleaded. "Give it to me. Fuck me, Jamal."

Jamal reached around and grabbed her shoulder, pressing them down gently. He began to stroke her deep, slow at first then gradually increasing his pace. Bubbles began to hyperventilate as he went in and out of her deeper and faster. She began to cream all over his dick and balls.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!" she yelled as her pussy pulsed up and tried to push him out. But Jamal would have none of that. He slammed into her viciously and his big balls slapped hard on her clit.

Bubbles arched her back higher and reached back to hold her butt cheeks open so he could get in her deeper. Jamal slowed down a bit and watched his dick get jerked off by her lava-hot lovepit. He grabbed her elbows and gave her one more very hard thrust and held himself balls deep inside her. Bubbles couldn't even scream out. Her mouth opened wide but no sound came. Everything went white in her eyes, then nothing.