Page 49 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Des, are you… a fucking virgin?” I asked, looking down at her with furrowed brows.

“Does it matter?” she countered looking away nervously. The way she clutched the sheet over her naked body made me feel like shit. How could I not have noticed how nervous she was? She looked downright terrified.

“Yes, it fucking matters!” I said with more gusto than I intended to. I knew she wasn’t the most experienced, but I hadn’t met a real life virgin since tenth grade!

“It's fine. Just turn off the lights and let's do it. Come on!” Her eyes didn't meet mine and she was shaking like a muhfucka. I looked at her like she lost her fucking mind, standing up and backing away from the bed.

“Destiny… Get the fuck out!” I growled, rubbing the space on my forehead where I could feel a migraine starting to form.

“What?” she asked.

“Leave! Go the fuck home!” The fact that she just tried to coerce me into sliding up in her unseasoned ass pussy without notice had me hot. So hot that my dick was no longer hard, and I couldn't see myself fuckin’ for a long time.

“What do you mean go home? You’re putting me out?” The way she looked at me in offense let me know that I would eventually end up being the one who apologized, but I couldn't even focus on that. I know I wasn’t exactly the moral compass with the amount of women I fucked and the nasty shit I had them doing for me, but for her to try this shit on me was fucked up. Anything that ever went down with any of them was completely consensual, and I never lied on my dick to get it.

“Put your clothes on and go home. I’m not fuckin’ you! You fucked up for this!”

“Me?” She stood to her feet. “You talk all this big talk about what you wanna do to me, and now that I’m here in front of you, you punkin’ out? I should have known you were all talk!”

“I ain’t no muhfuckin’ punk, but the fact that you just tried to slide that lil fresh out the pack pussy on me without my consent is wild. I like my pussy with a lil’ bit more mileage on it.” I don’t know why the fuck I said that part, but that was all she needed to hear before stomping off, the sheet she had wrapped around her flapping behind her as she moved.

“Fuck you, Brick!” she yelled while grabbing her coat from the ground.

I watched her looking crazy as hell as she fought to turn the sleeves back the right way and put it back on. She failed miserably and ended up with the shit on inside out and my fuckin’ flat sheet still wrapped around her. Just a whole mess of fabric and audacity. She looked so ridiculous, that I almost broke character and laughed, but thought about what she just did and found myself mad all over again.

“You good to drive?” I asked her when she snatched her keys and phone.

“Kiss my ass!” she yelled.

“You still don’t sound right tryna cuss! Goofy ass! Take yo’ ass home and text me when you get there.” She didn’t answer, stomping out the front door. I wanted to shake the shit out of her when she slammed my shit. Instead of matching her crash out, I opened the door and watched her as she angrily packed herself up in her new Rover and peeled off with the damn sheet hanging halfway out the door.

“I bet yo’ mad ass better text me when you get home,” I mumbled to myself as I went off to grab more sheets to replace the one she stole. She texted me when she got in but called herself giving me the silent treatment after that.

For three fuckin’ days.

“What the—Brick, what are you doing?” Destiny screamed as I busted in her living room like the fuckin’ Kool-Aid Man. Damn a knock, I damn near kicked that bitch down before I remembered that I had a key.

“You got me fucked up!” I raved. “Got me calling’ and texting you! I sent you a muhfuckin’ email! You too good to answer me?” Her silent treatment continued as she stood at her kitchen sink glaring at me angrily while she washed dishes. I walked over and snatched the knife from her hand, tossing it in the sink and grabbing her up when she tried to swing on me.

“Oh, so you tryna hit me now? You real bad, huh?” I taunted, knowing I would let her fuck my shit up if it got her talking to me again. Since she stayed quiet, I continued my fussing. “The fact that you're so mad at me is unbelievable, nigga!” I snapped.

“Why?” she asked. “I tried to offer you something special and you spat in my face and put me out! Do you know how embarrassing that was? I’m not good enough for you because I’m a virgin, nigga?”

“I never said that! And you didn’t ‘offer me something special’. You tried to trick a nigga into just taking something sacred. That ain’t fair to me or you!” She looked at me, bottom lip quivering and made me regret even popping up at her place. I had learned her and knew exactly what was coming next.

“I just wanted it to be done with! My whole life I’ve been living Godly, doing what I’m supposed to because of what they taught me… I just wanted to do it.” Her nostrils flared and her eyes filled up with tears, but she didn’t cry with her sensitive ass.

“So, you telling me you kept that shit on lock for thirty-one years, and you just gon’ give it away a week before our damn wedding? That sounds crazy as fuck to me, Peep.”

“I did try to give it away once before.” She bit her bottom lip, looking off.

“Tried? What the fuck are you talkin’ bout?”

“I mean—” She sighed in embarrassment. “It was the night I graduated from high school, right after the first breakup with my ex. I went to some party with this guy I liked… It was supposed to be like a church lock-in, but we left early and went back to his house. He got on top of me, and we were naked, but I don't think he ever actually made it inside of me. He… finished, before he could. Like on the outside. Then he said that if I didn't feel anything, I must not have been any good. I mean, I know enough to know better now, but I was embarrassed back then! I felt like maybe the Lord was punishing me for having premarital sex… well trying to have premarital sex. Then I got older, and it was just easier not to do it because people treat you like something is wrong with you.” I stared at her for a full minute, completely still before I howled with laughter. I felt like shit, because she was still fighting tears, but I couldn’t stop it.

“Glad to know this is so entertaining to you,” she fussed, crossing her arms and looking off.

“It’s not. I swear… just the fact that some nigga couldn’t even hold his nut before he got in the pussy, and you believing that shit. I’m sorry. That’s just crazy as hell.” She glared at me, and I backed her up and lifted her up onto the counter, standing between her legs and pressing my dick into her center.