by Chrissy J
“Hold on,” I said pushing him off me. He stood up and looked almost pissed off. I ran into the bathroom where my cell was charging. I texted Hershey
“Bitch I’m about to lose my V, where u at?” I hit send and two seconds later, she hit me back.
Hershey: “Bitch I’m two steps ahead of you, didn’t you get my text earlier? I knew your ass wasn’t coming to the crib so I hopped my ass in a cab and went to my boo house. Hit me up tomorrow so we can share details, and please use a condom. Love you hoe!”
Me: “well damn bitch I didn’t know all that, and I didn’t get any damn text. U just make sure u wear condom. Love u and good luck to u hoe lol”
I took my clothes off, leaving my bra and boy shorts on. When I walked in the room, Kevin was sitting at the edge of the bed with his Gucci sneakers off and in his wife beater and jeans. I pleaded with him not to hurt me. He kissed me while saying he never would hurt me; he hit play on his iPod while laying me on the bed. He began kissing me again, this time with so much passion. My panties were soaked as he slid a finger inside my panties and felt how wet I was. His finger made its way to my wet opening. I guess he was getting me ready. He licked my neck down to my breasts. Once my titties were free, he sucked and licked them like they were candy drops. He kissed my entire body, sucking on my toes and biting gently on my thighs. I was dripping wet by the time he was face to face with my wet pussy. He kissed the lips then dove in, face first. He ate me out so good I saw stars. R Kelly’s “Seems like You’re Ready” was playing in the background. My legs started shaking, I came all over his face, and he sucked it all up. My legs felt like rubber as he lifted them up and put them over his shoulders. He kissed me, letting me taste my juices, but when he tried sliding inside me, I stiffened up.
“Baby relax,” he kissed me again, sliding inch by inch inside me. Oh my God, the pain was unbearable. When he was completely inside me, I finally let the breath I didn’t know I was holding in, out. I let out a scream feeling him break my hymen; it burned at first then the feeling I got from him going in and out, had me wetter than an ocean. I got the hang of it and moved my hips along with his every move. I clawed his back, running my nails up and down his back while he continued to hit my G spot; pounding inside me like I was the last female on earth and this was his last piece of pussy.
“I love you baby,” he said busting inside me
“I love you too,” I told him kissing him. That night he turned me into a woman and I entered womanhood. We made love all night and neither of us would ever forget that night.
The next day both Hershey and I were walking around hurting. Our pussies were sore as hell; but we exchanged details and laughed about it.
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Two months had passed since I gave my virginity to Kevin. Hershey had claimed Kevin was only with me for one thing and that was pussy until he proved her ass wrong. After giving him my diamond, we were inseparable. I was staying more nights at his house, he would take me out to the movies or out to eat, and the money kept coming in. The money that I was getting from my father was just adding up and I was spending all of Kevin’s money. I hated going to my mother’s house on the weekends. I wanted to be in Harlem closer to my boo and bestie. Sometimes I hated being the princess of something so big as the underworld and the Mob. My friends got to do any and everything they wanted and there was no one to tell them they couldn’t act a certain way or they couldn’t do what they wanted. I know y’all must be shaking y’all head at me; like girl, I wish I had your life or I wish I had a father in my life. Well I loved the perks of my father being Jamel Woods, but all I ever wanted was a childhood without all the damn violence. I took a bullet to the arm for the family for crying out loud.
My father took Mary to Trinidad for two weeks, leaving me at my mother’s house until he came back. I wanted to go see my Granny who was in Trinidad for the rest of the summer but I knew my father and Mary needed that time to themselves. They’d been having their little ups and downs and I wanted them to go back to how they used to be.
I felt sick as I bent down and threw up for the fifth time that week. ”Doctor in the morning,” I thought grabbing my rag to wash my face. My mother banged on the door to ask if I could keep an eye on my little brother Booger while she ran up on Utica to get her nails done. I cracked the door open and handed her ten dollars to get me a Goat Roti from Golden Crust. After cleaning myself up and making sure my hair was still in place; I walked out the bathroom to my room where I found my Booger laying on the bed with my iPod in his hands and the headphones in his ear nodding to T Pain’s “Buy You a Drank.” I couldn’t do anything but stand there and laugh. I walked to my dresser grabbing my Daisy perfume from Marc Jacobs and sprayed some on my body. Then I walked back over to my bed and tapped Booger. He took one earplug out of his ear and looked up at me with an irritated look like I was bothering him.
“You want to go to the store Booger?” I asked sliding my feet in some Gucci flat sandals. That little boy jumped off the bed faster than I could say get your sneakers on. I grabbed my Gucci purse off the bed and walked to the house door, and then Booger and I walked to the store on the corner. I sent Booger inside the store while I stood outside texting on my phone. I noticed a guy staring me down. I looked up from my phone just in time to see him walking my way.
“Ain’t that Whitey’s son?” he asked with a mouthful of diamond teeth. I studied him closely to see if he was a threat to my little brother; but I didn’t see any threat. Shit, it looked like he was scoping me out to see if I was the damn threat. I told him that Booger was my little brother and he didn’t have anything to worry about. I looked dude in the face and he smirked. He was a shorty, thugged out with a low dark fade and a scar on his left side of his cheek. He was too cute and cocky, and at the time, I didn’t know he was the one that was going to break my heart, but I’ll get back to that. I walked inside the store and paid for Booger’s stuff. Little nigga damn near bought the whole store and when we walked out of the store Booger gave dude five. I just yelled for him to come on while I walked off. My stomach was acting up again and all I wanted to do was lay up in the bed under Kevin. I looked behind to see Booger and the dude walking behind me and both of them had sneaky little grins on their faces like they were plotting. Walking to my mother’s building, I saw Deandre and Dre getting out of Whitey’s Navigator. Deandre ran up to me asking for five dollars before he even said hi to me. I hated that about my little brother, once he saw Booger with something he automatically came to me for some money like I had a nine to five. I gave him the five and he and Booger ran off towards the store. I sat on the stoop drinking my ginger ale waiting for Dre’s smelly breath ass to come try to spark a conversation with me like he always did. He asked what I was up to and I just shook my head. It never failed with him. He sat on the steps next to me as Whitey came towards me smiling. If he weren’t my mother’s boyfriend or my brother’s father, I would’ve bagged him. He was sneaky and a straight dog, Whitey was mixed Cuban and black. He looked like an older version of Chris Brown with hair he kept in braids. Whitey asked where my mother was all the while looking at what I had on. I was dressed in my Guess blue jean mini-skirt with a baby blue Guess halter-top with my Gucci sandals and Gucci baby blue shades. My hair was flat-ironed straight with a part in the middle. I let him know she went to get her nails done; she should’ve been back because I had to meet Hershey. Looking at my Cartier watch that was flooded with diamonds, Whitey looked at his watch.
“You can go, I got the boys. What time you coming back?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I might stay with Hershey. I’m not leaving now I’m still waiting for her to call me and my roti,” I said laughing and hitting my Bluetooth. Kevin was on the other line telling me he had one more thing to do before he headed home. I let him know that I was sitting in front of my mom’s building with my little brother’s waiting for my mom to come back from the nail salon. Once she came, I was leavin
g. The whole time I was talking to Kevin Whitey was in my mouth. He turned beat red when I told Kevin I loved him. He started asking a million questions like I was his girl; the only thing I could do was laugh at his crazy ass. Deandre and Booger came back from the store bringing the dude that was asking me questions about Booger. Whitey introduced us and his name was Eddie. Just looking at him had my panties soaked. Eddie put you in the mindset of Trey Songz with a scar from being sliced in the face on his left side. He had green eyes and was six foot two. His body was perfect and ripped; I left him and Whitey standing outside while I went upstairs to go lay down.
Chapter 5
Boy, oh boy was I setting myself up to get in trouble. There was something about Eddie that I wanted to explore, but I didn’t want to fuck up anything I had going with Kevin. I just didn’t know what to do. I went into my room and laid down on my bed, my head was killing me and my stomach was knotted up. I dozed off, my mom still hadn’t come home, and Whitey and the boys were still outside. You know when you sleep but you can feel something or someone watching you? Well I might’ve been asleep but I knew somebody was in the room with me and that person was Whitey. I felt a hand on my leg and I thought I was dreaming until I felt the hand touch me again. I opened my eyes and Whitey was standing over me.
“Whitey what the hell are you doing?” I asked sitting up in the bed. He was blocking me so I got scared because no one was in the house with us.
“Diva relax, come smoke this blunt with me,” he said pulling me up on my feet. We walked to the kitchen and I sat down while he rolled the blunt, wanting to know where my mother was at but didn’t want to ask. Whitey answered my unspoken question.
“She went to Atlantic City with Candy and Trina. You still leaving?” he asked. I looked at my watch to see that it was only seven. I shook my head “Fucking great, she don’t even call and give a bitch a heads up,” I thought of my mother.
“Yea it’s still early though. Hershey’s going to call me,” I told him. He passed me the blunt to light it. I lit the blunt, took two pulls, and passed it to him. The weed started making me relaxed and high ass hell. I hadn’t been smoking for a while so that’s probably why I got so high that fast. We finished the blunt and I sat in the kitchen. My head and body were feeling calm and relaxed, and the weed we smoked had me higher than any other weed I’d ever smoked. I had to do something to bring the high down. I looked over at Whitey who was just sitting there laid back. I’d smoked with Whitey before so I knew that nigga could hold his own when it came to smoking so it didn’t surprise me that he seemed so calm and I was the one acting nervous and paranoid.
“You going out?” I asked standing up from the table.
“In a little bit,” he responded breaking open another back wood and filling it up with some more weed. I felt my eyes getting heavy and my head started to feel light.
“Alright I’m going in my room to lay down,” I said. Whitey got up from the chair and walked over to me. He asked me why I was leaving him to smoke by himself. I wanted so badly to tell that negro he was born by himself so smoke solo. But I couldn’t get the words out. He pulled me into his chest and I inhaled his Sean John cologne. The weed had me feeling dizzy and I couldn’t move my body if I wanted to. I looked up into his hazel eyes and asked him why he was so set on me sitting in the kitchen and smoking with him. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger and he bent down and picked me up.
“Whitey put me down! What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. He leaned towards me and his lips touched mine. I didn’t want to kiss him back but the weed had me feeling crazy so I tongued him down. With no care in the world, he felt me up, pinching my nipples through my shirt.
“Oh my God that feels good,” I moaned in his ear. I forgot who was making me feel so good. I wasn’t thinking about my mother or Kevin at that point. Whitey sat me on the table and I spread my legs for him to see my goodies. He took my panties off and lifted my skirt above my waist. He bent down and ate my pussy like it was his last meal. All I kept thinking about was what if my mom walked in the door and caught her man eating me out.
“You taste good, cum in my mouth,” Whitey said licking my clit. He stood up and entered me raw dog. He gave me two long deep strokes that had me cumming in seconds until reality hit me; I was fucking my brother’s father. I pushed him off me and he was pissed.
“Diva what’s wrong?” he asked looking at me. I looked down at his hard dick and my heart skipped three beats. I blacked out on him. He had to have laced the blunt we smoked.
“Nigga are you crazy? What you put in that fucking weed? You’re my mom’s man and my little brothers’ daddy. So get the fuck away from me,” I yelled. The weed wore the fuck off; I jumped off the table and ran to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my body like crazy until my skin was red. I felt violated and taken advantage of. He’d spiked the blunt just so he could get some of my goodies. I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my face if I wanted to. “Shake this shit off D; you have Woods and Ricci blood flowing through your veins. You’re not a weak simple minded chick, you’re a Boss Bitch,” I said to myself over and over again, as I slid my body down on the tub floor. I felt myself about to change. The old sweet Diva was fading away and the new Diva, the take no one’s shit Diva, was about to be born.
“Diva open the door, I want to talk to you,” Whitey said knocking on the door. I looked at the bathroom door as he shook the knob and dared him in my mind to come inside the bathroom while I was inside the shower.
“There’s nothing to talk about, this shit was a mistake that wasn’t supposed to happen,” I told him stepping out of the shower. My eyes were puffy from crying. I grabbed my robe putting it on my wet body. When I opened the door Whitey was standing there looking like a sexed out manic. I brushed passed him headed from the bathroom into my room. Whitey was following right behind me; I turned looking at him all the while shaking my head and putting on my bra and panties. Shit I wasn’t shy plus he’d seen my goodies to many times while I was in the shower. He walked out of the room without saying anything else to me. I shook my head and finished getting dressed. “What a shame, all that good dick gone to waste. He’s bugging the fuck out. He’s lucky he my brothers’ pops cause he would’ve been six feet under,” I thought. I didn’t want to tell anybody about that, not even Hershey. I called Kevin to see if he was ready but his phone went straight to voicemail.
“Hey baby I’m on my way to the crib, call me when you get this.” I left the message then called Hershey.
“Yo bitch,” she picked up on the third ring and I laughed. She told me she and Tima were in the Wagner projects waiting for me to bring my ass home to Harlem. I looked around my room, grabbed my Louis Vuitton bag, slid my feet into my Gucci sandals, and then walked out of the house. I informed her I was getting into a cab and for her and Tima to stay there. Tima was our homegirl that went to school with us. She had dropped out in the tenth grade after having her son. I hung up with Hershey and walked into the store.
“Ali give me a pack of honey backwoods,” I told the guy behind the counter. I grabbed a Sunkist soda and a Juicyfruit gum. I was paying for my stuff when Eddie and a guy that looked just like him minus the scar walked in the store.
“Hi pretty lady,” he said smirking and licking those sexy lips of his. I peeped homeboy staring at me from the sideline but paid him no mind.
“Hi,” I told him walking out of the store and hailing a cab. The driver thought he was going to rob me out of $75 dollars like I didn’t know how much the fare was to Harlem. He looked annoyed and called me a stupid bitch before pulling off.
”The nerve of these fucking cab drivers,” I thought hitting my Bluetooth.
“Hello?”
“Baby where you at?” Kevin asked.
“I’m trying to get a damn cab, you home?” I asked him. He informed me that he had just gotten off the Brooklyn Bridge. He told me to sit tight he was coming to get me. I told him I‘d be waiting for him in front
of my mom’s building and hung up. Walking to my mother’s building, I saw that Asia was sitting there with her homegirl Star. Asia was a big person in my life. She befriended me when my mother first moved to her block when all the other bitches tried fighting me cause of my looks. Asia had an older brother but nobody had seen him since he was fourteen. Asia stood 5’8 with brown skin, light brown eyes, short light brown hair, and a cute set of deep dimples. Her body was alright. She had big ass titties and a nice round ass. “If it ain’t Ms. Diva,” Asia said. “What’s up bitch? Where the hell you been hiding,” I asked giving her a hug.
“I don’t live over here anymore. I live in your hood, Harlem,” she told me adding what block she lived on which wasn’t too far from both Hershey and Kevin. I nodded my head to let her know I knew exactly where she was. Star cut in our conversation asking me where I was going so I could smoke a blunt with them.
“Back to Harlem, I’m waiting for my homeboy to come pick me up,” I told her looking down the block. Eddie and the boy he walked in the store with were walking towards us. “Damn is that Eddie’s fine ass? He just came home. I know Teddy’s happy his twin out,” Star said.
