Bella heard the buzzer ring faintly high above her as she held the intercom button down for a few seconds. Stamping the caked on snow off her boots she jammed her numbed hands back into her pockets and waited.
"Yo, who's that?" a distorted voice creaked from the battered looking box by the door. She leaned in close and raised her voice a little above the traffic and the wind.
"Hey man, its Bella"
"Sweet, two secs," the box crackled back.
A click then a louder buzzing.
The wind caught the stair door and Bella pushed it partly open, letting her slip her slender frame inside quickly and closed it firmly against the howling gale and snow that drifted in.
She brushed the snow from her shoulders before starting up to the top landing. Why do dealers always live on the top floor?
She reached his door, baking like a meatloaf under her heavy woolen coat and hat, and gave a quick ring of the doorbell. She heard a door open inside and heavy footsteps making their way to the front door. A chain rattled, a lock was drawn back, the door opened a crack, a dark set of eyes peered out at her suspiciously as if expecting someone else. Then the door was thrown wide by a tall, well built black guy wearing a housecoat and sandals. Bella felt a flutter of lust tickle in her stomach knowing Mo probably wore nothing under that robe except boxers but brushed it aside and shot a friendly smile.
"Hey Bell, how's it shaking?" the man said in a warm, friendly voice.
"Hey Mo," she responded, matching his cheeriness as he waved her into the flat. The heat hit her immediately, every pore on her body kicked into overdrive.
"Fucking hell it's almost tropical in here," she choked out as she swiftly pulled her coat and hat off, her long blue hair fell free from the sweaty beanie and her glasses fogged over with the sudden humidity, leaving her blind.
He laughed, a deep rich chuckle, and said "Yeah babes, I ain't ever gonna be used to these frozen winters."
She hung her dripping coat on one of the hooks by the door, kicked off her boots and followed Mo through to the living room, bringing her damp backpack with her, carrying it by the strap.
If anything it was warmer in the front room. The tv was quietly playing some action movie and there were glasses and bottles spread about the room, party debris if Bella had ever seen it.
"So how's tricks?" Mo asked casually over his shoulder as Bella flumped into the deep armchair, stretched out her frozen legs and began to rub the circulation back into them.
"Yeah, not bad. Just the usual, work sleep repeat," Bella yawned; the heat in the flat was making her sleepy. "What about yourself?"
"Same same," he replied casually. "Not much else to do when you're snowed in." He chuckled that deep laugh again.
"Now to businesses, what can I do you for?"
Mo seated himself on the sofa opposite Bella, reached behind him and pulled out a massive ziplock bag crammed with slightly smaller bags from the space between the sofa and the wall.
"Got some primo shit here and got a bit of standard as well." He placed the bag on the coffee table and after a brief search pulled a set of scales from under the assorted DVD boxes, letters and general debris that concealed the top of the table.
"Can you do me a half of each?" she asked, knowing the answer already by the size of the bags on the table.
"Yeah babes, just the usual," he laughed again. Bella thought she'd never met someone who laughs as much as Mo. Probably easy to have such a chill temperament when all you do all day is smoke up, play video games and sling baggies.
Mo set to work weighing and bagging her weed while they passed the time with casual chat; movies, weather, the usual back and forth.
"Mind if I skin one up for the road?" Bella asked as he handed her the two large parcels.
"Peace babes, do what you need," he smiled at her. "I'm just chilling so no rush."
"Thanks man," she smiled back at him and pulled her rolling materials from her backpack.
"Looks like you had quite a night," Bella ventured as she glanced around at the party flotsam and jetsam that filled the room.
Mo laughed again and shook his head.
"Nah, my roomie moved out last week and I've been struggling to pick up after myself. Or struggling to find the motivation more like." He chuckled deep in his throat. "I'll probably get round to it at some point soon."
"Ah, sorry to hear Jess moved out dude, She was a nice girl," Bella offered in commiseration.
Bella had casually admired Jess when she'd been around, a curvy black girl, she wasn't Bella's usual girl crush type but she had a gorgeous face and a dump truck ass that was hard not to notice. Bella had spoken to her often and had the idea that Mo had kept Jess around so certain clients felt a little more at ease when visiting. She had also been at least a little jealous that Jess no doubt got cheaper weed for the pleasure of this stallion fucking her.
"Yeah, and she loved to suck dick like no-one I've ever met" Mo chuckled salaciously, watching Bella from the corner of his eye.
"No way dude" she exclaimed loudly, almost upsetting the paper and weed balanced on her lap. It might've seemed forward to someone else but Bella and Mo had known each other a long time and often passed small talk about their respective sex lives. "She didn't seem like the type at all. More like a "if I have to" sorta gal," Bella said in disbelief.
"Shit man, she sucked on command. Anytime I asked she'd get on her knees."
Bella picked up the paper and began to roll it between slightly shaky fingers as Mo produced his own joint, a thick looking blunt, and lit it with a zippo.
"To be honest, that's what I'm missing most," he said, pausing to take a long draw and exhaling slowly. "Having someone to split rent with is nice but I'd rather have the blowjobs." He laughed again and lapsed into quiet thought, no doubt thinking about Jess sucking him, Bella's mind wandered as another, sharper pulse of lust tickled her.
"Yeah, nothing better than head on tap," Bella smirked as she licked the length of the skin, showing a little more tongue than necessary, and stuck it down, thinking about her own flatmate Ivy, who had woken Bella this morning by crawling into her bed and softly kissing her labia until she woke. She tapped down the joint before brushing the loose crumbs into her baccy pouch and packed it back into her bag, trying to brush off the shiver of eroticism that was lit in her, then she rose from the chair and walked over to the window to check the weather.
Snow was falling hard in a blizzard of white that blocked the view of the tenements across the street and had already filled the footprints she left coming up the pavement.
"Damn, it's coming down thick out there," she murmured quietly to herself as she stood hypnotised by the flurries of snow dancing down the street.
She heard a movement behind her then a heavy hand on her shoulder as Mo peered past her. She felt him pressed into her back as he stared into the street and for a second she felt a bulge brush against her ass that made her tingle all over.
"Fuck you weren't joking," he exclaimed before stepping back towards the sofa.
"Well you're welcome to wait it out here, not exactly good conditions for a smoke on the way home."
"Cheers dude," Bella replied quickly, thankful she could stay in his warm flat a little longer, and quickly lit the joint she held between her ruby lips.
Mo grabbed a controller of the table and tossed it to Bella underhanded, thankfully she caught it without bumbling it.
"Mario kart?" he smiled at her.
"Fuck yes dude, but don't start with rainbow road, I need a warm up."
They played a few tracks and smoked their respective joints whilst chatting back and forth for about an hour before the subject came back up.
"Man, I am telling you," Mo began as he braked hard into a corner, "I am missing Jess hard right about now." He flew round the corner on a massive boost and soared past Bella's kart.
"Yeah? You've been hard up since she left? I'd have thought a guy like you would clean up on dating apps?"
"What do you mean a guy like me?" he asked flatly.
"I mean... that is.." Bella managed to bumble out before he burst out laughing.
"Yeah girl, I'm just fucking with you. But genuinely, girls match cause the want fucked by a big black cock but they never want to suck it. Jess though.." Mo trailed off half in remembrance and half in concentration on the corner. He flew into first at the last second as Bella accepted her third place with humility.
