"Bitch tell usssss," Jayda grabbed Dream's forearm, shaking her body back and forth as she continued to beg, being dramatic, as usual.

"I got my stuff ate, girl, dang. What else you need to know?" She smiled, even though she wanted to tell them everything. She could hardly even believe it herself.

"You wanna be secretive so damn bad. We tell you everything, and you got yo' pussy ate for the first time and you don't wanna tell us? Bitch. Be so foreal." Ariana sat next to her on the couch, a bowl of hot and spicy chicken noodles in her hand.

"Correction, I got my pussy and my ass ate." She smirked, and then burst into a fit of laughter once the two girls began screaming in excitement.

"Ohhhh my god, I knew it! Bitch you owe me a hundred dollars! Yeahhhh," Ariana pointed at Jayda, who rolled her eyes, unlocking her phone to go to CashApp.

"Wait, what? Y'all bet on me?!" She frowned, folding her arms across her chest while looking back and forth between the two.

"Not technically. I said that when you let him come over, y'all was gon' fuck." Jayda started.

"And I said you wasn't gone go that far, you was just gon' let him get a lil' lick." Ari chimed in as they both begin to explain their bet.

"Then I said that if you didn't fuck him, y'all probably wouldn't do nothing at all."

"So then I said how you was gone let him eat it, and he might even eat some ass too. Just 'cause I know how niggas is." Ariana shrugged, leaning back against her rectangular Wynn sectional sofa-built almost into a conversation pit.

"Wow. Y'all are messed up. Betting on me is crazy, but being right about it is even crazier." She huffed, putting another hot Cheeto puff in her mouth.

"Whatever, girl. So, how it happen? I wanna know everything." Jayda locked her phone after sending Ariana one hundred dollars through Cashapp.

"He asked for some attention first, in like a joking way, and I was tryna be all cute like, 'you got it'. Then we kissed, and.." Dream began to tell them the events of Tuesday afternoon, the events that had her sore for an entire day afterwards.

"I was so surprised when he went that low, y'all. I was like, oh my god. Just straight panicking in my head. It felt sooooo good though. I was about to cry and everything." She chuckled, her face growing warm at the mere thought.

"I'm so happy for you. I know yo' ass had the time of yo' damn life." Ari pushed her shoulder, laughing at the expression on her face. Both her and Jayda were so excited for Dream.

"Aight now, I gotta ask. What are you? Squirter or creamer?" Jayda smirked, and then laughed as well once Dream dramatically screamed, covering her ears.

"Both," Dream paused her scream to say, and then she screamed again once they screamed too. She loved her friends, so much. They were hilarious.

"I know 'dats mufuckin' right!" Jayda gave her a high five, and she laughed after their hands had clasped.

"I was soooo nervous. I thought I peed on myself. And my man-or whoever man he is, hell," Dream paused again, pretending to face palm herself while they laughed.

"He was all like, 'that's it baby, it's supposed to happen'," She screamed again afterwards, so excited from just thinking about it again.

"And then, and then, and then y'all, he was like 'let daddy see'! I was like this the whole time," She dropped her mouth open for a visual representation, and then laughed along with them.

"Girl don't let him get too comfortable with talking you through yo' nuts. Next thing you know, that nigga gon' have mind control over you." Jayda chuckled once their laughs had died down.

"You right, but don't listen to her, Nana. Dominique only got mind control over her 'cause the bitch just dumb as hell." Ariana waved her off, wrapping her noodles around her fork.

"Bitch, whatever. This coming from somebody who nigga be fucking random strippers and his baby-mamas; but I'm the dumb one?"

"Yo' nigga do the same shit. Every time he go pick Jason up, he bussing ole' girl down. And yo' dumbass take him back every time, always in second place to that girl 'cause you ain't got no fucking backbone."

"Please don't start, y'all. Geez." Dream interrupted them before a repetitive argument could start. They did it all the time, and sometimes it would even evolve into a physical fight. Then, they'd be back cool right after.

Dream didn't like when they did stuff like that. Occasionally, they would go so far that one or the other's feelings would be hurt. She hated that. It was unnecessary and she was always the one left to put the pieces back together.

While the two of them were the confrontational ones of the group, she preferred to be the peace maker. Obviously she was never included in those weird insults they threw at one another because she barely even had a life. Plus, she thought it was lame as hell to bring up things like that.

"Whatever. I'm about to go. Call me later, D." Jayda stood up from the couch, wrapping her up in a hug. Dream sighed, but didn't put up a fight for her to stay because she knew her feelings were hurt.

Jayda left a few seconds later, and Dream looked over at a nonchalant Ariana, who was skipping through Instagram stories on her phone.

"Don't nobody care, Dream. Quit looking at me." She muttered, her feelings low-key hurt as well, but she tried not to show it.

"Now why you had to go and start with her? You go too far Ariana."

"She started with me, the hell? I was joking 'bout Dominique and she got in her ass about it, like always. Nobody finna kiss that girl ass just 'cause she soft." She shrugged, and Dream stared at her for awhile, before standing up as well.

"Oh, now you leaving too? You always take her side, Nana." A deeper frown plastered on her face as she watched Dream gather her things.

"I'm not taking anyone's side. You just never take accountability for anything and that's your problem. What she said about that mind control shit, or whatever-you should've just let it fly. You didn't have to bring Dominique up." Dream expressed, grabbing her purse from the left side of the couch.

"I literally agreed with the girl and now y'all mad. I don't care. I'm not apologizing for shit 'cause it's all fun and games when she do it, but when I do it, bitches wanna do get sad and offended. Bye then, the fuck.."

Dream didn't even respond to her, and instead just silently left the house. Sometimes Ariana could be so rude without realizing, and then she would later regret it and apologize. Jayda did the same things too, so when the two clashed, it never ended well.

Anyways, Dream was sure they would all be back together in a day or two. She wouldn't dwell on this long, and would check on both of them in a few hours when they were calmer.

For now, she figured she would go home and do her hair for her friendly date with Kentrell tonight. She'd ordered a wet and wavy curly wig from AliExpress, and would be doing her first install on herself.

She didn't have any experience with installing wigs, and on top of that, had never gotten one professionally installed either. But, what could possibly go wrong? If anything did, she would just blame YouTube and cancel the date.

Interrupting her thoughts as soon as she arrived home, her phone rung, and she looked down at it to see that Dayvon was calling her. How coincidental.

"Hey pumpkin,"

"Wassup ma. Where you at? Home?" He asked, and she could see him in his car, his phone most likely set up on his dash stand.

"Yes. Why, where are you?"

"On my way to you. I'm hungry. You got some pussy for me?" He glanced down at the camera, a mouth full of diamonds being shown in the camera as he smiled, listening to her laugh.

They had literally just left each other this morning, after Dayvon had been at her house for three days in a row-and trust, he 'ate' every single one of those days. She needed a break.

"You are so obsessed. You ain't full yet?" She chuckled, watching as a smirk grew on his face.

"Nah. You ain't see my tweet?" He leaned back in his seat, and she rose an eyebrow in confusion while dropping her purse on her dresser.

"No. Was it embarrassing?"

"Go look on the shade room." His smirk remained, and she just knew it would be something ignorant, especially if the shaderoom posted it.

theshaderoom

Liked by nba_youngboy and 322,918 others
theshaderoom : #KingVon with a message for us today, #Roommates. Who do y'all think the mystery lady is? 👀💕
View all 7,019 comments
kingvonfrmdao : 😂
📌 Pinned 54,827 likes Reply
KAI : Ate on the fake tweet as usual. Where's my Grammy? I'm literally Von fr

"Dayvon why are you calling me that? I'm not your bitch." She pulled her shirt from over her head after putting her satin silk bonnet on over her natural hair.

"I ain't call you that to yo' face. Twitter ain't nobody." He told her, and she rolled her eyes, entering her bathroom.

"You are such an internet man, it's crazy."

"So. That pussy good as hell, I had to tell the world." He shrugged, and she chuckled, looking at the post again. Then, she realized a mutual like, and her eyes widened at the username.

Oh my god, was all that she could think. She hoped with everything in her that they didn't know each other, and that he just agreed with the post, or maybe even an accidental like.

It was fortuitous that Kentrell would like that post just a few hours before their date. Now, she was thinking about backing out of it. Even though she hadn't really done anything too sneaky, she still wanted to be cautious.

Especially since she knew that both of them were missing a few screws. While Von had a reason to be and act crazy over her, Kentrell didn't, but with two hot heads like them, it was still bound to get dangerous. She wanted to avoid that at all costs.

"Whatever. Are you headed here foreal, though?" She asked, sending a text message to Kentrell, telling him that she was about to call him.

"Nah, I'm on my way to Durk shit. I'm coming to you later though."

"Can you come tomorrow, instead? I wanted to spend today with Jayda and Ari." She purposely put a small pout on her face, watching him glance over into the camera.

"Yeah. I love yo' face ma." He told her, stealing more glances at her while he drove.

"I love yours too. You got a nice mouthpiece on you." She smirked, and he did as well, earning a laugh from her.

"Whatever. If I can't come eat on nothin' today then send me a pic'." He said, his attention mostly on her breasts that sat up nicely in her bra.

"Send you a pic of what?"

"Stop playing dumb, Nana. Matter fact just take yo' pants off right here." He unintentionally licked over his lips, and she laughed again, rolling her eyes.

"I'll send a pic. I need to call my best friend real quick. I'ma call you back later." She unclipped her bra just for him, pulling it off of her body.

"Damn, Dream." His eyes lowered in the camera, and she chuckled, covering her nipples with her forearm while leaning down in front of her phone.

"Bye. Call me later." She said again, a smile on her face that showed off her pretty white teeth.

"You fucked up." He shook his head, and she laughed, kissing the top of her phone, and he did the same, then ended the call.

Dream dialed Kentrell's number next, and laid her phone on the counter so that she could start some shower water.

"Wassam," He answered, his natural southern drawl so obvious in his tone.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh shit, I ain't know who was calling. I ain't check. Wassup mama, what you doin'?" He corrected himself, and she chuckled, putting her dirty clothes in the hamper.

"I'm about to take a shower. What you doing?"

"You gon' let me come get you right now or I gotta wait 'til tonight?" He asked, disregarding her question and probably her statement, too.

"I told you I would drive to you. You don't ever listen to me." She angled her shower head lower, letting the water rinse her body off.

"I ain't hearing that. You tryna be sneaky or somethin'.."

"Who are you for me to be sneaky around?" She played it off, adding a small chuckle to put it together.

"A gangsta. You ever been shot in yo' foe'head before?" He responded, and then he laughed once she smacked her lips.

Dream sat in her car, her attention on her phone as she scrolled through the pictures she'd posted on Instagram. She was really just trying to see if anyone said her hair was ugly or something.

It actually hadn't came out that bad, especially for her first time. She felt she could've blended the lace just a little more, but other than that, it looked good.

thedreamsaja

Liked by khrisjamesxo and 10,928 others
thedreamsaja : Type that you gotta put a ring on.
View all 437 comments
arrogant_tae123 : Yessss baby 😍😍😍😍
dreamdoll : Twin 🫂💙💙💙
therealkylesister : You still mad? Cause why you didn't send me these before you posted 😒
↪️ thedreamsaja : Lol bye girl

Interrupting her looking at her own post, there was a knock on her window. She looked over, and then let it down, chuckling at the mug resting on Kentrell's face.

"Why you ain't come inside or knock or nothin'?" He frowned, pulling on the handle of her car door to open it.

"I thought texting you that I was outside was enough." She told him, letting him grab ahold of her hand to help her out.

"You so pretty," He complimented, leaning over to hug her, and a smile grew on her face as she hugged him back. That had quickly grown to be her favorite compliment.

"Thank you. Am I too dressed up?" She chuckled, looking down to see him wear a simple pair of jeans and a Chrome Hearts shirt.

"Definitely. C'mon." He draped his arm over her shoulders, and she hit the lock button on her key fob, locking her car up.

"You didn't even give me a dress code. You fake." She held around his torso, analyzing her surroundings. He lived in a nice and quiet gated neighborhood, and every single house was big as hell. It screamed nothing but money.

"Why do you have this big house if it's just you? What you got, a different room for all your different girls?" She interrupted their conversation, looking over at him with a smirk.

"Stop tryna subtly ask if I'ma hoe. I already told you I don't be wit' no bitches. And even if I was, why would I bring them to my house? So they can give a nigga da' drop on me and get my ass gone?" He closed his front door once they were inside, and she raised her hands in surrender.

"I didn't mean to send you on a tangent, my guy." She said, and then was put in a chokehold from behind, making her laugh. He hated being called that.

"Say it again. On god you won't have no head on yo' neck," He walked her further in his house, chuckling as he listened to her continue to laugh, tugging on his arm.

"You are so annoying. Oh my god. I almost died." She held her neck after he had finally let her go, and he shrugged, pulling his jeans up.

"Where are we even going?" She asked, holding his hand so that he could pull her up the stairs. She could've did it on her own, but the heels of her boots were long.

"To get you some different clothes." He opened a door once they had made it upstairs, and a frown grew on her face. Changing clothes?

"What? Why would I change clothes?"

"You wanna be in this tight ass shit for hours? Look at this shit, you can barely breathe." He grabbed her thigh that was being squeezed by her skinny latex jeans, and she rolled her eyes. He was right.

Turns out, instead of going out on a real date like he wanted, he decided to accommodate to Dream's request of wanting to do something a little more private. There was an entire set-up that he'd put together in an outdoor cotton camping tent out in his large backyard.

The tent was big, and was positioned in front of a real waterfall built into the corner of his back yard. From where it was set up, you could see the wide field and small lake a few hundred yards away from his property.

Inside the tent, there was a table with a white cloth over it, and two plates with silver tops over them. Additionally, there were candles and roses placed perfectly, along with a small pallet and a picnic basket.

This set-up reminded her of the movies she used to watch with her mom since Brianna was such a romantic-but unfortunately couldn't live out her romance dreams because her husband was too absorbed with his religion-so she loved those dreams out through her movies.

Dream tried not to become emotional, mostly overwhelmed because no one had done anything this thoughtful for her. He could've chose to do anything, take her anywhere-especially since his money was long-but he had actually planned something out, just for her.

"Thank you, so much. You are so sweet." She wrapped her arms around his torso, discreetly wiping her face because she didn't want him to notice that she was crying.

"You welcome," He kissed the side of her face, and then she was caught by surprise once he literally swooped her off of her feet.

"You heavy as hell." He carried her bridal style towards the tent, and she laughed, holding on to him so that he didn't drop her.

"Why did you do all of this for me? It's so pretty," She gushed, being placed on her feet. The first thing that really caught her attention was a bouquet of red roses that had a one hundred dollar bill wrapped around each of them. Money talks.

"Tryna show up ya' last nigga." He shrugged, and thinking that he was joking, she laughed. Little did she know...

"Anyways. This is so sweet. And I love money, so, thank you." She chuckled, picking up the stack of money that was sat near the roses.

"You rich now, Nana. That's a hundred thousand." He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and her jaw dropped, thumbing through the rack that indeed consisted of only one hundred dollar bills.

"Stop. You're lying. That's fake." She turned around to face him, and he gave her a blank look.

"Where would I get that many fake bills from?" He rose an eyebrow at her, and she frowned, looking back down at the money.

"Kentrell why are you giving that to me? What do you want?" She looked back at him, genuinely confused. One hundred thousand dollars in cash was insane. Then, they'd only been genuinely talking for two weeks. It was too soon for gifts like this. He must've wanted something in return.

"Nothing. You was complaining the other day about how you wanted to leave yo' daddy shit. So leave." He told her with a shrug. She sounded sad when she was talking about how badly she wanted to move, but was struggling since Atlanta was so expensive. The money wasn't nothing to him, and despite his original 'plan', he just wanted her happy.

"I ain't no bitch ass nigga, girl. You ain't gotta worry 'bout giving me nothing back. Or thinking I'm tryna buy you out yo' love or yo' pussy or nothin'." He spoke bluntly, as usual, and Dream wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't wanna take it. I haven't done anything for it-I-I mean like, I didn't earn this. That's so much money, Kentrell. I d-,"

"Calm down baby. You ain't hurting my pockets. If I keep it, I'ma blow it on dumb shit anyways. Might as well give it ta' somebody who deserve it." He hugged her back, and smiled once he realized she was cry.

Kentrell gave money like this to his brothers on the daily, and none of them had ever been this appreciative of it. Maybe because he did it so often that they were so used to it, but it made him happy to see he'd made someone else happy.

"Thank you so much." She sniffed, letting him tilt her head back, then he used his thumbs to wipe her tears away.

Going against her previous demands to herself, and her morality, Dream softly grabbed his face, pulling it down lower so that she could give him a kiss. Honestly, he deserved it.

He groaned against her lips after she wasted no time to deepen it, making him grab ahold of her neck; the kiss intensifying even more with every second that passed.

Kentrell tightened his grip on her, but allowed her to suck his bottom lip into her mouth. Then, he was caught by surprise when she stuck her tongue out, and moaned once he spit in her mouth.

"Slut ass girl. What the fuck is you doin'?" His hand left her throat so that he could roughly grab her face, earning a low gasp from her.

She was definitely way in over her head with this one.

Y'all so crazy lol