Memoirs of an Accidental Hustler

by J. M. Benjamin

  “Reecie, don’t be doing that shit in front of Kamil,” Trina yelled.

  “Girl, please!” she said with a slur. “Ain’t nobody thinking about no Kamil looking at me. He’s like family,” she said as she stepped in the Jacuzzi. I could tell the champagne had her tipsy. “Besides, do you see Mustafa complaining?” Reecie pointed out.

  When I looked over at Mu, he was just sitting there by the bed sipping on a glass of champagne with a grin on his face. By now, Trina had lowered her hand. All she could do was suck her teeth and roll her eyes. “You play too much,” she said to her sister. Her words were also slurred.

  “If you don’t want him to see me then go to your own room,” Reecie told her.

  “We will.” Trina hopped up in a staggering manner. “Come on, Kamil, let’s get out of here.” She turned to me.

  “All right, playboy, I’ll catch you later.” Mu held up his flute.

  I just pumped my fist in the air.

  “Come give me a hug before y’all leave, Mil.” Reecie stood up with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face. I was able to get an eyeful. Even with the bubbles partially covering portions of her body I could see her perfectly round breasts, flat midriff, and neatly shaved patch of hair between her legs.

  Before Trina was able to protest, Mu intervened. “That’s enough,” his voice boomed. “Sit your drunk ass down and show your sister some respect.”

  Reecie’s smile instantly turned into a frown as she sat back in the Jacuzzi. I knew that was our cue to exit. I snatched up one of Mu’s cassette tapes and then helped Trina out the door.

  Our room was identical to Mu’s. As soon as we entered the room, I went over to the Jacuzzi and turned on the water; then I put the log in the fireplace.

  “Look at you.” Trina smiled.

  Although I was winging it, everything just felt natural. I turned off the water in the Jacuzzi and popped in the tape. The sticker on it read KEN STOKES. Trina started dancing sexy as I walked over to her. She grabbed the front of my shirt and began kissing me. I could taste the champagne on her tongue. Trina started lifting my shirt up and over my head as we kissed. I could feel myself getting aroused.

  I began to unbutton her shirt and unfasten her jeans. My heart was pounding like a warrior’s drum and I could feel the perspiration building up under my armpits. I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I let her shirt fall to the floor while I slowly pulled her jeans down. They were so tight I wondered how she had gotten into them. She lifted each foot as I took her pants off and then I stood up. I had an idea that she had a nice body, but nice was an understatement. She looked like a model standing there with a matching bra and panty set similar to the one her sister had on. Her body was better shaped than Reecie’s. Where her sister’s breasts were round but full sized, Trina’s were medium in size and erect. Her breasts fit perfectly in the material while her nipples protruded through the bra. Her hips were not as wide as her sister’s but they had more curve.

  For a moment, I just stood there admiring her body, until she reached for my pants to unbutton and unzip them. I stepped out of my pants as Trina unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side and doing the same with her panties. The way her breasts sat up it looked like she still had her bra on. The silky patch of hair that started just under her waist leading between her legs was neatly trimmed. I took my wife beater off but left my boxers on, while she caressed my chest.

  “Let’s get in the water,” she suggested, walking toward the Jacuzzi.

  From behind, you could see the firmness in her butt. I was mesmerized as I watched her sashay to the Jacuzzi.

  “Come on in, what you are waiting for?” she said to me. Her words were soft.

  I pulled off my shorts and stepped in the water behind her. It was hot.

  Trina slid over to me and began kissing me all over my face; then she started sucking on my neck. My manhood started to grow as she took me in her hand and began stroking me underwater.

  Between the softness of her hand and the lubrication of the water, it felt as if I was about to explode. I just leaned my head back, looking up at the mirrors on the ceiling, while she licked me all over my chest, biting me on my nipples. Then I lifted up and pressed up against her, making her lean back as I began kissing all on her and then sucking her breast while I slid my middle finger inside of her. Her sex gripped my finger. She cooed as she gyrated her hips to meet my pace with my hand. I was still sucking on her nipples while I massaged her. As I finger popped her she began to moisten. Her body began to shutter as she moaned.

  “Mil, you make me feel so good,” she whispered. She was now breathing heavily. I slipped my finger out of her.

  She cupped my face with her hand and kissed me gently on the lips then stood up and grabbed a towel and began drying herself off. “Dry off,” she told me, and then she walked over to the bed.

  I was so caught up in the mood that I didn’t even hear the music stop. I flipped the tape and went to the bed. Trina grabbed my arms and pulled me to the bed. I lay on my back and just looked into her eyes; they glowed in the dimly lit room. I assumed they were glassy from the champagne. At that moment, she had the sexiest grin I had ever seen on her face.

  “Don’t worry,” she whispered to me as she leaned in and licked around the outer part of my ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  I just laughed to myself for her thinking that I was scared. I was a virgin, not a punk, but I didn’t say anything.

  Trina went from my ear, to my lips, to my neck, down my chest, and then to my navel, biting me lightly here and there. She was driving my young body crazy.

  She was sucking and kissing my left side, moving her tongue around in a circular motion. I flinched each time she bit into my skin. She glided her tongue between my legs and began running it along the inner part of my thighs. Her hair brushed lightly past my stiffness as she positioned herself up under me. I looked down at her only to find her staring up at me. She wrapped her petite hand around my dick and licked around the helmet with her tongue while never breaking her gaze. Her lips were juicy. I felt like a human lollipop the way she licked me. She then took me into her mouth. It was warm. I squirmed from the feeling. It was one thing to hear about it or think about it but it was another thing to experience it. I had never felt anything in comparison in my life. She had my toes curling and my ass cheeks tightening. Just when I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she stopped. She started sucking between my thighs again then kissed her way back up until she found my lips. I wanted to move my head because I didn’t want to kiss her after she had gone down on me, but I didn’t want to offend her, either. I tried to block out what she had just done to me.

  “That was for showing me a good time tonight,” she said before kissing me, and I kissed her back.

  I felt her hand grab hold of me. She lifted up then guided me inside of her. I started to resist because both Mu and Kamal had told me to make sure I used a condom. Mu had given me one earlier but it was way across the room in my pants pocket and everything was feeling too good to stop her. She was even warmer than her mouth as she started riding me. I held on to her hips and tried to keep up. She placed her hands on my chest and thrust her body into mine. I could hear the sounds of our bodies intertwining underneath us. By now, Trina was in a zone on top of me. She threw her head back and her pace quickened. “Yeah,” I could hear her panting repeatedly. I could feel her getting wetter. Just then, I could feel something within myself. Then out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning, it happened.

  My entire body tensed up and then exploded.

  “Agh!” I cried out. I tried to push Trina up off of me but she was still grinding her hips on me. My body had become limp.

  “That was nice.” Trina laid her head on my chest. We were both breathing heavily. I was winded and sweating bullets. “Round two in a minute,” Trina said, biting me on my earlobe. I just smiled. At that moment, I felt like a man.

  For the rest of the night Trina showed me
how to sex her in different positions. First night out and I already had a favorite position: hitting it from the back doggie style.

  * * *

  “From the looks on your two faces I know y’all had a good time last night, and ain’t no more virgins in the car,” Mu said, messing with me.

  “Mu, leave my baby alone,” Trina defended me before I had a chance to say anything.

  “Oh! That’s your baby now, huh?” Mu said back. “My li’l partner must’ve put it on ya ass!” We all started laughing.

  On the ride, I fell asleep. When I woke up, we were back in the projects.

  “Are you coming over later?” Trina asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll be over after I check in, change my clothes, and get something to eat,” I told her.

  “Okay,” she said, giving me a kiss.

  “All right, Mu and Reecie, I’ll see y’all.”

  “Yeah, I’ll get up later, playboy,” Mu said, still fucking with me.

  “Bye, Kamil; and you better not try to play my sister now that you got some,” Reecie said.

  “Nah, I’m not like that,” I assured Reecie.

  “Reecie, shut up, girl,” Trina jumped in. “Kamil, don’t pay her no mind. I’ll see you later.”

  I went over to Ant’s house to get Kamal.

  “Damn! This nigga hit, kid, I can see it in your face,” my brother yelled as soon as I walked through the door.

  “You even look different,” Ant said.

  “Get outta here.”

  “Nigga, what happened?” Mal asked.

  “Yo! It was fly.” I got excited just thinking about last night. “The whole night,” I said as I went off into everything, detail for detail.

  “Yo! You a lucky muthafucka,” Ant said. “I knew shorty was a freak.”

  “Come on, yo, don’t talk about her like that,” I said.

  “Ah, shit! Mal, your brother is one of those sucka for love–ass niggas. She got him pussy whipped already,” Ant spat back.

  Mal started laughing

  “Nigga, you don’t know what you talking about. Ain’t nobody pussy whipped nothing,” I hit him back with.

  “Yeah, whatever. Take ya pussy-whipped ass home and take a shower ’cause you smell like sex, nigga. I get up wit’ y’all later,” Ant joked.

  “Yeah, peace, we get up,” Mal said as we were leaving.

  “Yo, Mil, on some real shit, don’t let shorty get ya nose open to where you lose focus, ’cause the pretty ones are the ones you’ll have the most problems from,” my brother warned me.

  “Yo, it ain’t like that, Mal. Me and shorty don’t go together. We just cool, and I’ll never get like that,” I said.

  “All right, kid. I’m just telling you ’cause you my brother and I love you. But you know you should’ve strapped up, though, right?” Mal got on me.

  “I know,” was all I could say.

  “Mess around and be a daddy, kid,” he joked.

  I laughed, but I knew what my brother had said was nothing but the truth.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Ever since Trina’s birthday, we had been sexing every day, and I had been using condoms ever since. The more we did it the better I got at it. For a fourteen-year-old, I was doing all right. A few times, I had Kamal cover for me again so that I could spend the night over at Trina’s crib. It felt good to wake up with a naked body lying next to me.

  One morning I woke up early and had to use the bathroom. When I walked down the hall I could see Mu sitting in the kitchen so I went to check him after I came out. As I entered the kitchen, all I saw were all types of utensils and materials on the table. He was running a playing card through what I thought was coke.

  “Yo, what up, kid?” he greeted me.

  “What’s happening, Mu?”

  “Sit down,” he told me.

  I had an idea what he was doing, but I never actually witnessed it with my own eyes. On the table there was a big box of Armors baking soda, a digital scale, a cake mixing bowl, a spoon, a strainer, some paper towels, little sandwich bags, and an empty mayonnaise jar. On the stove, Mu had a pot of hot water boiling and a bowl of ice water on the kitchen counter.

  “You know what I’m doing?” he asked me.

  “You cookin’ up right?” I said back.

  He smiled. “Yeah, I’m cookin’ up, kid. You see this right here?” he said, pointing to the strainer. “You use this to strain the coke through after you shave the rocks down. Then you take a card and pile it all up after you strained all the rocks into powder. After that you take this baking soda and pour some in a sandwich bag and weigh it up on the scale to match the grams of powder.” I watched as Mu studied the scale.

  “You see this, right?” he said. “You take this card and spread the coke and start mixing the bake in like this, and when you finish doin’ this, bend the card and scoop it up and out it in the jar. Then you take some water, pour it in the jar, and set the jar in the pot on the stove. While the hot water’s cookin’ the coke, all the good shit is gonna stay at the bottom and all the bullshit is gonna float to the top; that’s how you’ll know if the product is right,” he explained as if he were my science teacher.

  “Then you let that sit for a couple minutes and then take it out and set it in a bowl of ice water.” While he was talking, he placed the jar into the big orange plastic bowl. “While it’s coolin’ off just take some cold water in your hand like this.” He demonstrated. “And start throwing it in the jar and you’ll see shit start to come together. Shake it around in the ice water a bit until it all comes together, then tilt it to the side and pour cold water in here. Once it looks like it’s rocked up, drain the cold water out and dump it on the paper towels like this, and bam!”

  When Mu poured the jar on the paper towels, I heard it hit the table like a real rock.

  “You let this baby sit and air dry for a few ’cause it’s still water up in here and after that you ready to chop it up,” he told me. “But first, throw it on the scale and see how much coke you brought back, ’cause sometimes you lose grams when you cook up if the coke is bad or if you burned the shit up from letting it sit on the stove too long.” I had taken it all in as he spoke even though I was sure I’d never need to remember.

  “You think you’d be able to do everything I just showed you?” Mu asked me.

  “I guess if I had to,” I said.

  “Either you can or you can’t; there’s no in between,” he said back to me. “That’s how you fuck up, from not being sure.”

  “Yeah, I could,” I changed up. I didn’t know why Mu made such a big deal about it, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “I’ma show you how to cut some raw diesel, too, whenever I go cop, so you’ll know the coke game and the dope game,” Mu told me.

  I didn’t know why he was showing me all of this, but the more he talked the more I was kind of glad to be learning it, for some reason. As if reading my mind, Mu said, “Yo, I’m not teaching you this to get you in the game. I’m just showin’ you how much work has to go into this shit. It’s more than just goin’ out there standing on the block clockin’. That’s easy, but it’s shit like this that’s the hard part, and a lot of times shit gets aggravating and frustrating and even more stressful, but if you gonna play the game you gots to stay focused, ’cause one false move and it’ll cost you.”

  Just like everything else Mu had told me in the past, I took what he said and stored it in my head. That day I learned more about the drug game than I ever thought I would.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  The high school was bigger than my elementary and junior high schools put together. Some of the students were driving to school. Most of them were juniors or seniors unless they were hustlers in the ninth and tenth grades. When we got up in the lunchroom, it was like one big fashion show. You could tell who was getting money and whose family just had money by the way everybody dressed.

  The kids who came from good families had on new name-brand clothes but you
could tell their gear came from the malls. The kids who were getting money had on all the new fly clothes that you get from Delancey and Orchard Streets, 125th Street, and spots like that. To enhance their wardrobe, they had on all the fat chains and rings with Gucci, Polo, and Louie Vuitton jackets, so you knew who was who, except for us. Anybody who looked at me and Mal would’ve thought that we hustled by the way we dressed. The lunchroom was basically divided into two parts, east end and west end, except for the girls.

  All the guys from both projects, our side and across the tracks, sat at tables in the same area. The rest of the west end heads from all the other blocks sat at tables on the left-hand side closest to the parking lot, while the right side consisted of the east end heads and the guys who lived borderline. The girls were able to sit on either side depending on what clique of guys they wanted to be around. Of course, the majority of them were on our side because our side was the liveliest.

  High school was definitely the place to be if you had to be in school. I knew these next four years were going to be some of the best years of my teen life and also the turning point, but there was no way I could have looked into the future and foreseen the different directions it would go.

  I hadn’t seen Lisa all summer and to tell you the truth ever since I’d been messing with Trina, I hadn’t given Lisa any thought, at least not until now.

  “Hello, Mr. Benson,” she said.

  “Hey, Ms. Matthews,” I returned, not able to read her mood.

  “How was your summer?” she asked.

  “Good, and yours?” I asked back.

  “It was nice. I went away to visit my family in Barbados for a little bit and then for the rest I just hung out with my girls.”

  “I didn’t know you were from there,” I said.

  “I’m from here, but my mother is from over there. I’ve been there a lot off and on,” she said. “What did you do for the summer?” she asked.