by Lucinda John
“Please,” I pleaded with hooded eyes.
My vision began to blur as I was hit with an overwhelming orgasm.
“Ahhhhh shit!!!!!” My entire body trembled before I went limp.
“I ain’t done with your lil ass yet.” Dre huffed before flipping me over.
With my ass hiked in the air, Dre spread my pussy lips then latched on to my throbbing clit from the back.
“Hmmmm…” I hummed in a daze
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The sound of Dre sucking my pussy mixed with my strained cries filled the room. Licking me from my pussy to my ass crack, Dre ate my box out until my voice went hoarse. Plopping down on the bed, my body violently shook until I became immobilized.
“Damn, that pussy gets wet as fuck.” Dre chuckled while wiping my juices from his mouth.
Reaching underneath his mattress, Dre pulled out a condom. My eyes widened in fear when he released the python that rested between his legs before rolling the condom over it. Miami had a nice sized dick, but Dre had that grown man dick. His thickness and width were about two inches more than Miami’s dick.
“Arch that back.” Dre smacked me hard on the ass.
Getting into position, I waited for Dre to enter me, praying that he wouldn’t rip me to shreds.
“Got damn!” He hissed the moment our flesh connected. Stopping his strokes completely, Dre began to suck hard on my neck, causing chills to run down my spine.
“You got some fire between ya legs, ma. Almost had a nigga nutting off contact,” Dre breathed out before continuing his strokes.
Pushing in the small of my back, Dre held me in place while he beat my back in. Unable to take the pain, I attempted to crawl away from his punishing strokes, only for him to grip my ass tighter.
“Stop running from this dick, man!” he growled, locking me in place. “Take all this shit!” His voice was husky as he spoke in my ear.
Soaking his fingers in my wetness, Dre played with my clit while he dicked me down from the back. I wasn’t sure if it was the pill or Dre’s dick, but fucking with him was the best I ever had. Unlike Kenny, Dre knew how to fuck me while taking care of my body. Miami, on the other hand, just wasn’t as experienced as Dre. Dre made sure my pussy creamed on his dick before flipping me into the next position. That nigga had stamina like a motherfucker.
A whole box of condoms later, he finally allowed me to pass out on the bed.
“Holla at me later.” Dre winked at me as he drove off.
After spending the entire day, night, and morning fucking, Dre finally decided to bring me home. My pussy was so swollen I had to walk around with my legs wide open. As I wobbled through the house to my room, I noticed my door wasn’t locked.
“I swear Imma whoop her…” Seeing Miami posted up on the edge of my bed puffing on my blunt forced me to swallow the rest of my words.
“Wassup,” I shyly said as I tried my best to walk normally to the bed.
“Shit, wassup with you? You good?” Miami asked, peering at me with bloodshot eyes. The way his words flowed freely out of his mouth let me know he was higher than a kite.
“I’m straight.” I shrugged, peeling back the comforter to climb in bed. Thankfully I showered before returning home, so I didn’t reek of sex.
“You wild as fuck.” Miami chuckled.
“What you mean?” I nervously asked.
“You had a nigga worried about your ass, so after checking in with Ms. Kim, I came back over here, but your ass wasn’t here. I sat here all fucking night and waited for your ass, just for you to walk in with hickies all over your neck.” He shook his head.
“What are you talking about?” Bringing my hands to my neck, I acted as if I didn’t know what he was saying.
“Nah, you good.” A look of hurt was plastered on Miami’s face, making me feel like shit.
“You said you didn’t want to be with me.” Hanging my head, I felt like shit for hurting him.
“I ain’t tripping, Hennessy. Do you.” Calling me by my government was something Miami rarely did. I was always his shorty, so I knew he was feeling some type of way.
“What do you want from me? You don’t want to be with me, but you get mad when I talk to someone else.”
“I put my dick up in you raw. If anything, I’m more concerned about catching some shit from your hoe ass! Now I see why that nigga was beating your ass,” Miami spat.
“That was a low blow.”
“Alright, I’m out, man.”
Standing to his feet, Miami finished off his blunt before walking out of the room. I wanted to run after him, but fucking around with Dre had me worn out.
“ H ey, Miami?” Rea, a brown-skinned cutie from my math class, said.
“Wassup?” I replied, never looking her way.
I was posted up on the stairs chilling solo like I always did during my lunch period.
“You’re looking good today,” Rea complimented me.
Frowning, I figured Rea was trying to be funny. I dressed basically the same every day. I either wore black or white v-necks with jeans and either white or black Air Force Ones. I wasn’t into fashion like everybody else; I was a simple ass motherfucker.
“Rea, what the fuck you want, man?”
“I’m having a party tonight, and I wanted to personally invite you.” She spoke in a soft, sweet tone.
“Nah, I don’t do parties.” Picking up a rock, I tossed it across the pavement.
“Why are you always so mean?” She popped her lips.
“You come over here fucking with me, and I’m the mean one? Fuck outta here with that bullshit,” I barked.
“I was just trying to be nice, dang.” Hoisting her books up using her hips, she continued to stand there, even though she got the vibe that I didn’t want to be fucked with.
“I’m not going to no party. You need something else?” I questioned, finally looking up at her.
Unlike the other girls at the school, Rea dressed like a normal high school girl. All of her shorts, dresses, and skirts were tastefully short. She had nice curves that she kept covered. Her mouth was filled with pink colored braces, and whenever she smiled, two deep dimples would appear on the side of her face. Rea was a smart girl, straight ‘A’ student smart. She was on the cheerleading team, our class vice president, and she did her thing on the debate team.
“Can I have your number?” she asked.
Looking her over, the ripped jeans she rocked made her ass look fat as fuck. The black fitted top she wore matched her Coach sandals and bag.
“Put your number in my phone.” Handing her my phone, I waited for her to lock herself in. She then called herself so she would have my number as well.
“Just in case you don’t call me.” She smiled.
“Alright.”
“You want to grab lunch?” Rea asked.
Before I could answer, I spotted Hennessy walking up to us.
“Miami, I need to talk to you right quick.” Interrupting Rea, Hennessey stood in front of me.
“You don’t see me talking?” Gripping my bottom lip between my teeth, I look over at Rea, who was standing off to the side, waiting for me to respond to her question.
“This is important,” Henny stressed.
“Rea, Imma hit you up later, alright?”
“Okay.” Smiling, Rea walked away.
My eyes landed on her ass and stayed there until she disappeared behind the cafeteria doors.
“That’s who you fucking with now?” Henny questioned, placing a hand on her hip.
Her hips looked nice and wide in the strapless dress that stopped a little above her knees.
“Wassup?” Ignoring her question, I wanted to know what the fuck she wanted. It had been a whole week since I spoke with her.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
“Congrats.” Standing to my feet, I started to walk away until she stopped me.
“Congrats? Nigga, this your baby!”
“I bet.”
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br /> “Miami, why you trying to play me like this?” Henny asked on the verge of tears. “I know nothing about being pregnant. I need you.”
“Go ask that nigga you was fucking for help.” The hickies that were plastered all over her neck had now cleared up.
Seeing that shit was like a blow to the heart. A nigga ain’t know shit about having a girlfriend; the closet thing that I had to a female companion was Hennessy. To know that she rolled off me to hop on another nigga had me looking at her ass differently now.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear,” Henny mumbled.
“You ain’t hurt me.”
“Miami, please, I really don’t know what to do,” she pleaded as her eyes began to fill with tears.
“I don’t know what to tell you.” Standing to my feet, I walked away, leaving Henny standing by the stairs alone.
Making my way inside the cafeteria, I spotted Rea chilling with a few of her homies on the debate team. The moment she spotted me, she excused herself before making her way over to me.
“Hey, you.” She smiled, standing behind me in the lunch line.
“You ain’t have to leave your friends to come over here.”
“I wanted to.”
“You want something?” I offered, warming up to her a bit.
Rea was so persistent. In a way, she reminded me of Henny.
“I already ate, but I can still sit with you,” she offered.
“I ain’t sitting in here with these motherfuckers. Let’s go back outside to my spot.”
“Only if Henny crazy ass don’t pounce on me. You two are together?”
“Nah, we cool, though.” After paying for my food, I covered my chicken wings in blue cheese before heading out to my spot.
While Rea made small talk as I ate my food, my eyes searched the patio for Hennessy. When I couldn’t locate her, I decided to give Rea some of my attention. No matter how many times I answered her questions with one-word answers, she kept asking them, trying to force a conversation that I didn’t want to have. Thinking back to all my sexual encounters with Hennessy, I realized I never wore a condom or pulled out. If she really was pregnant, that baby could possibly be mine.
Instead of heading to Hennessy’s house after school like I usually would, I decided to head home. When I walked through the door, the entire house was quiet. Since Ms. Kim had work in a few hours, I had some time to chill before I had to leave. Avoiding being in the house with Kelly was the only way I knew how to stop her ass from fucking with me. Making my way to the room, I figured I had time to take a quick nap, shower, and eat before going to chill at the park.
“What the fuck?!” I growled and rushed into the room.
Kelly was lying on her back with Aaron’s face smothered between her legs. Pulling Aaron off her by the back of his shirt, I kicked Kelly hard in the pussy.
“Ouch.” She cried out in pain.
“Bruh, you good?” I asked Aaron, who looked terrified.
The tears that trickled down his face enraged me. Even though I didn’t have a close relationship with my foster brothers, I endured all the shit I did, just so Kelly wouldn’t fuck with them.
“You sick bitch!” Blinded by rage, I started punching Kelly in her fucking face.
If it weren’t for Ms. Kim running into the room and pulling me off her, I would have killed that bitch.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Ms. Kim asked, looking around the room at me, Aaron, and Kelly.
“Why the fuck you in here naked, Kelly?” Ms. Kim asked her sick ass sister.
“This bitch was in here violating that little boy, man.” My chest heaved as I reached in and kicked her ass in the pussy again.
“Alright, that’s enough! Miami, I need you to calm down,” Ms. Kim reasoned. “Aaron, baby, come here… what happened?” The pain in Ms. Kim’s voice calmed me down.
“She… she… she… made me do things to her,” Aaron cried.
“Miami, call the police,” Ms. Kim spoke while wrapping her hair. “Your nasty ass better pray they get here before I kill your ass!” Ms. Kim reached in and punched Kelly in the mouth.
The force of the blow caused blood to spew from her mouth.
“They lying on me!” Kelly cried. “Sis, those boys tried to rape me,” she wailed.
“Those are fucking kids, Kelly. I trusted you to watch them when I had to work, and this is what you do?” I watched as Ms. Kim whooped the fuck out of Kelly before calling the police.
“Ms. Kim, the police are on the way,” I spoke as I pulled them apart.
“Oh my God,” she cried, pulling Aaron in her arms. “I am so, so, so, sorry, baby. I would have never left her here with you had I known she was this sick in the head. Did she do this to you too?” Ms. Kim asked as her red, puffy eyes searched mine for answers.
“I gotta go, man.” Rubbing the top of Aaron’s head, I walked out of the house just as the police were rounding the corner.
Pulling my hood tightly over my head, I made my way to Hennessy’s house.
Using my key, I let myself into the apartment.
“Hey, son-in-law,” Hennessy’s mother slurred before inhaling more lines of coke off the coffee table.
Ignoring her high ass, I made my way to the room, then used another key to open that door. The moment I walked into the room, I inhaled the faint hint of weed that still lingered in the air. Standing in the doorway, I spotted Hennessy in the center of the bed, peacefully sleeping in a purple bra and panties set. Even though her blue box braids were scattered all over the place, I was still able to see her beautiful, angelic face.
Kicking off my shoes, I stripped down to my boxers and tank top before climbing in bed with her.
“Miami?” Hennessy whispered, stirring out of her sleep.
“Wassup, shorty?” Pulling her in my arms, I needed to feel her right now. No matter how much I tried to front, Hennessy was my peace.
“I’m sorry for fucking another nigga. Please stop being mad at me, because I need you,” she whimpered.
“I’m not mad, ma.” Placing my hands on her stomach, I knew I wasn’t ready for a baby mentally or financially. I was still fucked up in the head, we both were. A baby didn’t deserve us as parents.
“My mama said if I give her three hundred dollars, she’ll take me to the abortion clinic. I already made an appointment.”
“Is that what I want to do?”
“Yes, we’re not ready to have kids yet. Even though we out here living like we’re grown, we’re still kids our damn selves.” She chuckled.
“I caught Kelly fucking with Aaron,” I grumbled.
“Oh, my God! That bitch is sick. Is he okay?”
“That shit is going to fuck him up in the head. I’m still fucked up in the head behind that shit. I feel responsible for not being there to protect him.” Unable to contain my tears, I allowed them to flow freely down my face. I was angrier than I was sad. “I should’ve killed that hoe.” I sniffled.
“Is he going to tell Ms. Kim? I mean, he has to.”
“Ms. Kim already knows…” I said before running down all the events that took place.
“Wow, that’s fucked up. I hope that bitch gets buried under the jail cell, nasty ass. Are you going to tell Ms. Kim that she hurt you too?”
“Nah, I ain’t with all that police shit. I’m good as long as Aaron is good.” Looking up to the ceiling, I wondered what life would be like if my family were still alive.
“Well, I’m here for you no matter what,” Henny assured me.
“I know, shorty. I don’t want you fucking with that nigga anymore.”
“I don’t want you fucking with Rea,” she countered.
“Ain’t nobody really thinking about that girl.” I chuckled.
Rea called me on my way to Hennessy’s house, but I declined her call.
“So, stop playing and be my boyfriend.” Straddling my lap, Hennessy’s bent down and kissed my lips.
“I might as well.
” Freeing my dick through the slits of my boxers, I pulled her panties to the side before pushing her down on it.
“No.” She moaned. “You have to ask me.” With her eyes trained on mine, she slowly rode my dick.
“Ask you what… shit?!” I groaned. The way Hennessy was popping that pussy on my dick had me ready to ask her ass to be my wife.
“Stop playing with me, Miami.”
“Damn, shorty…” I huffed, gripping her waist. “You tryna be my girl?”
“Yup!”
She smiled before reaching in to feed me her tongue.
P lacing a Perc on my tongue, I tossed it back with a shot of Hennessy, never missing the beat I was popping my ass to. It was my twenty-first birthday, and tonight, I was showing my whole ass. Since Miami had to go out of town to pick up some work, I was left to party with my homegirls, Deja and Nookie. Deja was fucking with Miami’s right hand, South, real heavy. We were always around each other, so after a while, we just started kicking it. Nookie was a chick I met in cosmetology school. When it was time to pair up for an assignment, we linked, and couldn’t be separated since. The moment I graduated, we both landed a job at her sister’s nail shop.
“Turn the fuck up then!” Deja hyped me up while smacking my exposed booty cheeks that hung from the bottom of my black, leather shorts.
At twenty-one, life was good as fuck. I was finally away from my coke head ass mama, I had a job doing something I enjoyed, and I had a great man by my side. Picking up another shot of Hennessy, I raised the glass in the air, toasting to life before gulping it down.
“Henny, baby, that’s you?” Dre asked, making his way to our section.
“Damn, Dre, they let you out?” I smiled and reached in to hug him.
The way his strong arms swallowed my frame sent chills down my spine. Memories of that fuck session we had five years ago still gave me goosebumps.
A few days after we fucked, Dre got knocked on an attempted murder charge on the same day we were supposed to link up. After Dre got locked up, I would spend sleepless nights fantasizing about what would have happened had Dre not gotten arrested.
“I just got out yesterday.” He smiled, looking me over. “Damn, Henny, you done grew the fuck up. Look at you.” Spinning me around, Dre’s eyes were glued to my frame as he gulped me down as if I was a tall glass of ice-cold water.
