A Sip of Hennessy

by Lucinda John

  For the first time, I lowered my guard. Allowing Hennessey into my head, I gave her direct access to all the hurt I carried around.

  “The night you spent the night was the first time I was able to sleep without having nightmares about that night,” I vented.

  Turning to face me, Hennessey used her soft hands to cup my face.

  “It’s fucked up going through shit alone. I gotchu you if you let me.” Pressing her soft lips against mine, Henny straddled my waist our lips still connected to mine. She thrust her tongue into my mouth.

  Feeling clueless, I lay there as she did all the work.

  “Follow my movement,” she instructed, showing me the proper way to tongue kiss.

  After fifteen minutes of learning, my dick was hard as fuck. Reaching through the slit of the boxers, Henny freed my dick before removing her shorts.

  “Fuck our past. You’re my first, and I’m yours.” She moaned as she inched her pussy down my dick.

  “Got damn!” I called, feeling the difference between Henny and Kelly’s pussy.

  Engulfed in Henny’s walls, my toes curled until they cracked. Kelly’s pussy was wet, but being buried in Hennessy’s pussy felt as if I’d stuck my dick in a bowl of warm water. The tightness that gripped me with her every movement had me seeing stars. Unable to contain my excitement, it didn’t take long before I was prematurely coating her walls with my nut.

  “Don’t feel bad. I got some good pussy.” She smirked.

  “Let you tell it.” I nervously chuckled.

  Hennessy started to rub her clit against the tip of my dick until I was hard and ready for another round. Flipping her over, I pushed her legs over her shoulders like I’ve seen in a few pornos before inserting my dick back in her. Pulling one of her nipples in my mouth, I hungrily sucked on it while I rocked my hips back and forth.

  “Hmmmm.” Henny hummed, arching her back.

  Burying my head in the nape of her neck, I concentrated on pleasuring her the same way she did me.

  M iami was heavy as fuck as he lay on top of me, snoring while his dick rested in his pussy. Although he was weighing me down, I enjoyed the closeness and warmth his body brought. Miami wasn’t half as experienced as Kenny was when it came to sex, yet he had me hooked. The deep connection we shared made it easy for me to submit to him. In a matter of moments, I was head over heels for this nigga, ready to take Kenny and Kelly the fuck out, just so we could do us in peace.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I shifted into a more comfortable position while I ran my hand through his thick, wavy hair. Thoughts of setting Kenny up became my priority. If things went as planned, Miami and I would able to walk off with all of Kenny’s money while he did time for a drug charge. As long as I took care of the bills and my mother’s habit, I knew without a doubt, she wouldn’t have an issue with Miami moving in with us. In my head, my plan was solid as fuck. I just prayed that we were able to execute it accordingly.

  “You good?” Miami’s deep, raspy voice asked as he looked up at me with his dark, yet alluring eyes.

  “Yes.” I smiled down at him.

  “My fault, shorty. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like this. Why didn’t you nudge me off you?” Miami tried to pry himself away from me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I like you being on me like this.”

  “I bet.” He yawned. “So, what’s up with this plan of yours? When everything supposed to go down?”

  “Today,” I answered.

  “Today?” Miami’s brows furrowed.

  “Yes. Today,” I confirmed.

  “For the past week, I’ve been laying up under Kenny, making him think that I wanted to be joined at the hip with him. Before we went out to eat one day, we stopped at this yellow house on 3rd Ave, directly behind the Laundry Mat. He told me to wait in the car while he handled something, but a few minutes later, I walked in and told him I had to use the bathroom. While I was supposed to be in the bathroom, I crept around the corner and watched that nigga’s every move. There’s a safe in the back room near the bathroom, underneath the floorboard. If the safe code is the same as the one at the house, then the code is my birthday. Imma keep him occupied all day while you break in and take all the drugs and money. When you’re done, I need you to call me so we can meet up. Imma stash the drugs in his car, call an anonymous tip, and pray it’s enough to get him some serious time.” My heart pounded in my chest as I explained the plan to Miami.

  “You sure this shit is going to work?”

  “It has to. My life depends on this working,” I stressed.

  I knew the moment I got home, Kenny would have a fist ready for me. The way he blew my phone up before I powered it off let me know I was in for another ass whooping.

  Getting out of the bed, I walked over to my duffle bag. Fishing through it, I pulled out a box before I handed it to Miami.

  “I got you this Trac Phone from Family Dollar. You can use it to call me once you’re done.” Taking a seat in Miami’s lap, I looked up at him. “This has to work.” I pleaded with my eyes.

  “Man.” He stressed, roughly dragging his hands through his hair. “Alright.”

  “Thank you, baby. I got the room for another night, so we’ll meet here once everything is done.” I said while handing him the spare key card.

  The tingling feeling between my legs brought a huge smile to my face as memories of Miami sliding his dick in and out of me flooded my mind. Everything about him was so soft and gentle. From his touches to his kisses, Miami had me willing to risk it all.

  “Where the fuck you been?!” Kenny barked, bringing me back to reality.

  Closing the room door behind me, I studied the furious look that was plastered on his face.

  The weed he was puffing on did little to calm his nerves as he lay on the bed, waiting for me to explain myself. His right hand twitched, a warning that came before he smacked me down.

  “My mom was fucking with me because you didn’t give her money for the light bill. I was sick of her ass jumping in my face, so I went to chill at the park while I waited for you to call me back. Thinking you were still out, I sat at the park until I eventually fell asleep,” I half lied.

  My mom did buck at me when the lights went off. That was the perfect alibi. I walked out of the house with no plan to return that night. I did call Kenny a few times, all of which went ignored, thank God.

  “Who the fuck you think you’re bullshitting, Henny?” He blew out a thick cloud of smoke.

  “Nobody, daddy,” I cooed. Taking position in front of him, I gave him a clear view of my body as I stripped out of my clothes.

  “I was thinking I could stay home from school today and kick it with you. I feel like we ain’t been around each other in a minute,” I softly spoke, laying it on thick.

  “I was just with you all last week.” Kenny’s eyes lustfully danced all over my body, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

  “I feel like we’re at our happiest when we’re chilling. No fussing or fighting, just vibing with each other.” Climbing on the bed, I crawled over to Kenny until my head was positioned between his legs. Reaching for the band of his pants, I pulled his dick out and sucked it the way he taught me to.

  It was funny how a few hours ago, I was putting the same skills he required I use when sucking his dick to top Miami off. After having to learn how to expand my throat to accept Miami’s big dick, I was now sucking Kenny’s dick like a pro.

  “Damn, bae.” He groaned. Holding my head in place, he forcefully fucked my face before pulling his dick out and giving me a facial.

  Flipping me on my stomach, Kenny filled me up with his dick. He sank his nails deep in my ass cheek then drilled his pipe in me until he was near his peak. Instead of spilling his seeds on my ass, he forced his dick down my throat, making me swallow his kids.

  “Next time, bring your ass home!” he growled, smacking me hard on my ass.

  Lying in bed feeling violated, I contemplated rea
ching for the gun that rested on the nightstand and blowing his brains out.

  “I need a joint and something to eat,” Kenny ordered.

  Slowly getting out of the bed, I trotted to the bathroom to clean myself up before making my way to the kitchen. With my phones resting on the counter next to me, I nervously waited for Miami to hit me up.

  “I want breakfast too,” my mother spoke as she sat on the counter.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you want,” I spat.

  Cracking a few eggs into the pan, I fried Kenny’s eggs the way he liked them. After buttering up some toast, I sliced some fresh fruit and placed them in a small bowl. The vibration of my phone against the counter startled me, forcing me to drop the plate of food on the floor.

  “Shit! Get it together, Henny,” I spoke to myself as I bent down and picked up the food.

  Dusting off the dirt, I arranged everything back on the plate.

  954-896-9090: It's done.

  Glancing at my phone, I smiled at the text message I received.

  Me: I’m on my way out.

  After quickly responding to Miami, I deleted the text message thread before walking Kenny’s plate of food to him.

  “I gotta bust a few moves. Stay your ass in the fucking house! I swear on everything I love, Henny, if you leave this house today, Imma fuck you up!” Kenny warned.

  “Well, since you leaving, can I at least go to school?” I asked while rolling his blunt.

  “Nah, ma, you need to sit your ass in the house. You wasn’t worrying about school anyway.”

  “Okay, daddy,” I cooed. Placing his blunt to my lips, I took a few tokes before passing it to him.

  “I’m about to shower. You need anything else?”

  “Nah, you good,” Kenny mumbled while he stuffed the dirty toast in his mouth and began to chew on it.

  Rushing to the bathroom, I pulled out my phone and texted Miami the change of plans. After quickly showering to calm my nerves, I sat on the toilet and waited for Miami’s response.

  “Ayo, why the fuck you got the door locked and shit?” The loud bangs on the door sent me into a state of panic. Deleting all the messages, I placed my phone on silent then tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper.

  “Sorry, I think my mom got somebody up in her room. I ain’t want nobody walking in on me,” I lied the moment I opened the door.

  “Yeah, alright.” With his eyes trained on me, he stripped out of his clothes. “Yo, you acting mad weird. Let me find out you had another nigga smelling your pussy.”

  Kenny’s warning tone sent chills down my spine as I waited for him to get in the shower.

  Discreetly reaching for my phone, I rushed back to the room and got dressed. When Miami texted me he was outside, I made sure Kenny was still in the shower before rushing out of the house with his car keys in tow. Since Kenny’s old car got stolen, he was now pushing an ’08 all black Impala.

  “Why the fuck you got me walking around with all these damn drugs on me, man?” Miami snapped.

  “He started getting suspicious, so I had to switch shit up. Lucky for me, he’s on his way out.” Reaching for the bag, I popped the trunk to the Impala.

  “Don’t touch nothing,” Miami warned as he slid a pair of gloves on. Lifting the spare tire, Miami stashed the drugs in the car along with a gun before putting the tire back in place and slamming the trunk closed.

  “Where did you get that gun?” I questioned with wide eyes.

  “I found it in the safe.”

  “Alright, I gotta go. Imma call you after he leaves.” I hurriedly spoke before rushing back into the house.

  My heart was beating a mile per minute as I raced back to the bedroom and quickly placed the keys where they belonged. Slipping my body in the bed, I pulled the sheets over my head, exhaling the breath I was holding on to for dear life.

  “Yeah, alright… I’m on my way.” I heard Kenny on the phone as he entered the room.

  I listened as he mumbled Meek Mills’ lyrics while moving around the room, getting dressed.

  “Ayo, Henny, I’m out. The moment you leave this house, Imma have your moms hit me up,” he called out.

  “Can I at least have some money to order some food?” I asked.

  “Go in the safe and get twenty dollars. I know how much money I got in my shit, so don’t go taking more than that. Make sure you lock my shit back up, so your bitch ass mama won’t touch my shit.”

  “Yes, daddy.” I grinned.

  “Alright.” Bending down to kiss me on the lips, he smacked my ass before making his way out of the room.

  Lying in the same position for fifteen minutes, I waited until I was sure he was gone before hopping up and opening the safe. Stacks of neat bills grouped up in rubber bands filled the safe to the brim. Tossing the stacked bills in my bookbag, I was unable to contain my excitement.

  Slipping a pair of tan, floral shorts over my ass, I paired it with a white cropped top and a pair of brown sandals. I wet my hair with leave-in conditioner and finger combed it until my curls were nice and slick. Popping my ass to the imaginary beat, I saturated my lips with some nude gloss before spraying my body down with my sweetest smelling perfume.

  “Fuck nigga put me last, now he got to feel me first,” I spoke to myself as I walked out the front door.

  Rounding the corner, I made my way to the nearest phone to put in the anonymous tip. After spoon feeding the police a lie about numerous drug transactions by a suspect driving an all-black Impala, I read off the license plate number before ending the call. Praying that the police did their part and caught up with him before he realized all his shit was missing, I made my way to the bus stop to meet up with Miami.

  “Twenty-five thousand dollars even.” Miami sighed after counting the bills that he neatly stacked on the bed.

  “Half of which belongs to you.” I beamed.

  “You think the police got that nigga yet?”

  “I don’t know, but he hasn’t been blowing me up.” I shrugged. No news is good news,” I assured Miami.

  Getting off the bed, Miami walked to the corner where the duffle bag that held my money rested. Picking it up, he walked it over to me and placed it on the bed.

  “Look inside.” He nodded toward the bag.

  “Why would you keep these?” I shrieked, looking down at the neatly wrapped bricks.

  “Yeah, twenty-five thousand dollars is a lot of money, but that shit won’t last long, especially if you have to pay bills while supporting your mom’s drug habit. This is a small investment. When shit cools down, Imma start bumping these.”

  “Do you even know how to sell drugs?” I quizzed.

  Miami didn’t strike me as the drug dealer type. With his pretty boy looks, nothing about him screamed hood nigga.

  “Before I was placed with Ms. Kim, I was with this bitch who did nothing for us. One of the niggas who was placed with me started selling drugs. I would watch him closely, follow his every move, silently taking notes. I was prepared to slang dope if it ever came down to it, but it never did. I started catching him slipping, so I would just skim money from him here and there. When he found out I was stealing from him, I ain’t gon’ lie, he beat my ass.” Miami chuckled. “That nigga dislocated my shoulders and all. After helping me pop my shoulder back in place, he started personally schooling me. He would pay me here and there to run packages for him on my way to school.”

  “That was years ago. Shit changed. There’s a difference between selling drugs and running packages for somebody,” I lectured.

  “I know what I’m doing, alright.” Zipping up the bag, he tossed it to the side before laying on his back with his fingers locked behind his head.

  “ T hank you for making time to take us grocery shopping,” Tanya spoke as she dropped ten large cans of formula into the cart.

  “I’ll do anything for my son,” I cooed as I reached into the car seat and made silly faces at KJ. My lil nigga was starting to come into his looks now, and I was able to see m
ore of myself in him.

  “You sure you can give him that shit?” Picking up the box of rice cereal, I noticed that it wasn’t suitable for KJ’s age.

  “My grandma told me if I sprinkle a pinch of it into his bottle, it’ll help him sleep longer,” Tanya replied.

  “Why the fuck you need him to sleep longer? Ain’t like you got shit else to do but to take care of my son. I make sure all the bills and shit paid in that motherfucker.” Grabbing the box of cereal, I placed it back on the shelf.

  “I still need sleep. It ain’t like you always around to help me with him.” She smacked her lips.

  “What the fuck you trying to say? That I’m a deadbeat?” Deepening my gaze, I stared intently at Tanya, waiting for her to say some slick shit so I could pop her ass in the mouth.

  “KJ does not sleep at night, all he does is cry. If one bottle at night with a pinch of cereal is going to help him sleep for a few extra hours so I can rest up, then it is what it is. At the end of the day, while you running around with that young hoe, I’m the one at home caring for our child alone.” Reaching for the cereal, she tossed it back in the cart.

  “If something happens to my son because you out here trying to be a half ass mom, I swear Imma hurt you,” I warned.

  “Half ass mom? More like half ass dad.” Tanya smacked her lips.

  “What the fuck did you say?” Grabbing a handful of her hair, I challenged her to talk her shit.

  “You really about to put hands on me in a store filled with people?” Tanya shrieked.

  “You think I give a fuck about these people?” I gripped her wig tighter. “Stop playing with my top.” Mushing her ass, I watched as Tanya fell on the floor with her wig tumbling off her head and landing beside her.