Chronicles of A Side Chick Part 1&2 by Savv Davis

So usually when I’m smoking with a n*gga I’m high as hell.. And I start to reminisce on what we never had…and how we could be if we were ever together. I know it may sound crazy but I wonder if I’m the only girl that feels this way, but any who… I love being with a n*gga that’s fly as f*ck and has his sh*t together, when I’m high… It turns me on to a different level. I feel like I found the one (laughs) I feel like the search is over and I don’t want ANYone else. So let me get to the story..

The other night I was chilling with this fine ass n*gga (we’ll just call him Q). I use to fuck Q’s homeboy boy about four months ago, I never was interested until his d*ck riding ass homeboy mentioned him all the time and how he’s the boss man and handles all the money while his lame ass handled all the work. His homeboy always b*tched how he wanted a b*tch to ride with him and how he would be just like Q when he made it to the top. I looked at him with disgust with the ‘nigga it ain’t me’ expression on my face. Hearing him babble on about Q in the background made me want to find out how much of a boss Q was and if he could handle a b*tch like me….

Now ALOT of chicks deal with Q and of course it bothers me so my ass is sitting here high as hell knowing damn well he has a “main b*tch” and I’m thinking how the fu*k am I suppose to compete with this b*tch , does he really like me? Is he feeling the same way I am? Does he wanna be with a bi*ch like me? And then he laughs “Savv why you staring at me? Wassup wit you? You straight?” F*CK! Now I’m embarrassed , now I’m insecure… I’m hoping I look as perfect and sexy as I was before I was high. I hate this feeling. I looked him up and down turning my sex appeal up a notch climbing on top of him trying to get his attention on my body and not my high. He pulled me on top of him pulling up my dress… Mind you I’ve already gave my goods to Q and hands down this muthafu*ka is the best. He licked his lips pulling me closer at this point I wanted to rip my clothes off and show him ain’t no going back to that other bi*ch after he gets this. Then I realized I was just high… and even after this session I’m still like the rest of his other b*tch’s. I pulled my dress down and pulled his hands off my thighs “man wassup wit you?” Q asked. I knew he wanted me, but I knew I had to make him want for me. I knew I had to make him wait for me just so he could have something to come back for. Hell It might sound desperate but its just something about this man that made me want for him more and being this high I might go crazy if he didn’t have something to come back for….

DON

“I want you to be mines” he said with the most precious smile across his face complimenting his dimples. Pulling my legs apart his head slowly fell in between my legs. He removed the pillow that separated our bodies. Ever since my first love I never loved anyone. It was something about don he made me feel so good. The way he smiled made me melt , I knew he was the next one.. I just didn’t know if he knew. I want him to know but my insecurities might stop everything , it might stop him from ever smiling at me and wanting me Iike he does now… “If you don’t believe me I don’t want you until your ready.. I won’t touch you” he kissed me fast jumping away from the bed to his now new attention. Watching his homeboy dap him with respect, I loved seeing how much he was well respected. I love the charisma, his charm… him. “Buzzbuzzzz” his phone lit up with a familiar name. Trying to decide to stay cool or curse this b*tch out. I hit the the power off button to deny the wack bi*ch. In Atlanta it didn’t make any sense how many women were on one man. It was never enough men. “Who was that” he swung in hanging on the door frame. “Ya bi*ch, I told her you was with me” I smirked. “You fuc*ing crazy” he walked towards the phone. “Buzzbuzz” the phone went off again. We both grabbed the phone tossing and turning. It pissed me off knowing that he loved her. I knew I was best for him I knew he knew too. Our egos is what ripped us away from each other but when we got together it was just our world and no one else mattered. Slipping my heels on I grabbed my keys. “You letting me out so you can call your bi*ch back”? Slamming his room door I looked at his company in the front room with disgust. “Baby come here” sticking his head out the room I stopped in my tracks surprised, he jogged up putting arms around my waist kissing me on the cheek from behind. I loved it when he acted like this… Especially in front of his homeboys. While he closed the door I dropped my keys on the dresser , he picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist he kissed me gently. Carrying me to his bathroom he twisted me around pulling my dress up over my waist, looking in the bathroom mirror as he found his way into my tunnel of love.. I watched him closely.. The way he felt gave me chills all over my body, turning around pulling my body up on the counter facing him. “You know since you gave me this I ain’t going nowhere” I said pulling him inside of me me. The way this Man looked was something different. His soul connected with mines… we were the definition of meant to be. “It’s mines? Yeen gone fu*k ol dude no more huh? He said gripping the sink. “Who fuck you better?” He said with his smile that had me every time. Don was a hoe no matter how good it was and damn it was good. I knew we would never work no matter how much I wanted it too. “Q fucks me better” pulling my dress down after I got mines I grabbed my keys off his dresser. I knew my ego was a bit*h but I couldn’t have don thinking his d*ck was the best. Looking back at don “I’m just joking baby…call me”. Walking to the car garage waiting for Q to swoop me up… Yes Q, no matter how much don made me feel Q would always come first. Watching Q roll up in his Porsche I was happy to see my baby. Walking up he rolled down his window. “You looking for Q bi*ch?” A bi*ch’s voice came from the drivers seat…