by Rochelle Alers, ReShonda Tate Billingsley, Brenda L. Thomas; Crystal Lacey Winslow
“Yo, Shorty, whatchu gonna do?” Kevin asked, challenging me to leave with him.
“She’s leaving with her man,” Black retorted. And this time I did as I was told. Black and I left the party. Together.
Chapter 8
What are you going to do to me?” I breathed. Black had just put a blindfold over my eyes. Suddenly I was in complete darkness.
Black took my hand and guided me through his apartment. I could tell that he was leading me out to his terrace because I felt the wind touch my face.
“Black, am I really your girl?” I whispered.
Black didn’t say a word. Instead, his hands started to undress me. Layer by layer, my clothing fell to the floor. Once I was completely naked, Black laid me down on his chaise lounge. I breathed heavily with anticipation. Soon, I felt the slight touch of a feather lightly tracing my body, making sensuous circles around my areolas, then in between my thighs and around my belly button. Each stroke tickled me, and my body jerked involuntarily.
Black took my wrists one at a time and gently kissed them. Then I felt a cold metal object upon my skin and heardclick-clack and knew he’d just handcuffed me to his wrought-iron fence.
The sweet taste of peach nectar slid across my lips, and I devoured the fruit juice hungrily as Black tantalized my taste buds. Next, he fed me ripe pineapple, and my mouth salivated as I bit down into the succulent fruit. When Black squeezed the juice of a sour lemon over my lips, I naughtily thought how his cum would taste in my mouth. Black kissed me with a juicy strawberry. I swallowed it, then explored the inside of his mouth with my tongue.
I heard the thunder as an unexpected storm broke out. Rain poured down hard as if to cleanse away our impurities. We continued to kiss passionately as the cold summer rain massaged our bodies. I felt like a wild beast making love in a tropical rain forest.
The blindfold prevented me from predicting Black’s next movement, so it was quite a surprise when he parted my legs and beat my clit with his tongue like he was beating a drum. As he licked and sucked my clitoris, my body started shaking uncontrollably. Strong waves overcame my body, and I started screaming in pleasure. Within seconds, I climaxed.
Black continued to eat my pussy, which drove me absolutely out of my mind. He mounted me, and his hands gripped my hips. As he readied himself to enter me, I took a deep breath in preparation of what I was about to receive. My whole body was so hot, it felt like I had a high fever. Soon his huge dick entered my body, and as he rode me up and down, our bodies moved in sync. Like the hand of God his touch resurrected a passion that I didn’t know existed. I laughed like a madwoman, then growled like a wild beast.
Black’s silence was so damn sexy. He never uttered a word or moaned in the height of his pleasure. He kept it bottled up inside, as if he recycled his pleasure.
As Black took me to another climax, tears of pleasure escaped my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. Finally, we both exploded.
Black breathed heavy for long moments. Finally he took off my blindfold and handcuffs. Then he placed my hand on his huge dick. Much to my amazement, it was rock solid. This brother must be taking Viagra!
“Kiss it,” Black had finally spoken.
I thought for a quick second, then said, “I don’t know how. I’ve…never…did that before…,” I lied, perpetrating innocence.
“Are you serious?” he asked, and I could hear the yearning in his voice. He wanted to believe it was true.
“Uh-huh. Are you mad at me?” I whined, all baby-like.
Black pulled me in close, kissed my forehead, and said, “Why would I be mad? In fact, I’m glad, baby-girl. I knew you were different from the rest.”
Stunned at Black’s comment, I leaned over and kissed him on his lips because I didn’t know what to say. Or if anything even needed to be said. The comment felt rather strange to me. How was I different from the rest? I’d fucked him on the first date. I think Blackwanted me to be different from the rest. Yeah, that was it. No blow jobs for him. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Chapter 9
It was the beginning of July when Black came into our bedroom and said, “Get dressed. We’re going car shopping.”
“For me?” I asked hesitantly.
“Do you think I need another ride?”
I didn’t answer. I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to shower. Black and I had been together every day since the first day of summer. He just moved me in. No questions. No background checks. No checks for venereal diseases. Nothing. Just, “Get your shit and come on!” That’s all he said. That’s all I needed.
Black called out to me, “We’re going to the Mercedes dealer. They have a superlative new line out.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I jovially called back. I squealed and pinched myself. As I lathered my body, Black had to go and turn me off when he said, “And this fall you’re registering for college.” I was dead silent. Then I thought about being able to drive my new Benz to school and immediately perked up. Why not? I’d give it a shot. I’d always been good in school anyway. It shouldn’t be too difficult.
Today, Black didn’t feel like driving, so he had his driver take us to the Mercedes dealer on the Eastside in Midtown. As we drove up, I saw the cars on display in the showroom. My heart started palpitating. Who would have thought that Nicoli Jones from Bedford Stuyvesant in Brooklyn would be driving a Mercedes-Benz at twenty years of age?
Once inside, the salesman named John, who Black usually did his business with, came and greeted us. He was a young white guy with dark hair and eyes. I thought he was Italian because he reminded me of Robert De Niro, but he was Jewish.
“What type of Mercedes are you looking f—”
“The CL 600. Silver with midnight blue interior. Chrome rims, DVD player in the headrest, navigational system, and that alarm I heard they have that can locate my shit. Just in case someone steals it, I can get it right back,” I replied. Shit! I knew what I wanted.
I looked at Black, and he had the stupidest expression on his face. He was tickled at my assertiveness.
Once I told them what I wanted, I called Joy.
“Joy, gurrrl, you ain’t gonna never guess where I’m at?” Not giving her a chance to play the game, I continued, “I’m at the Mercedes-Benz dealer with Black. I’m getting the new CL 600. Bitches are gonna die!”
Joy and I chatted for a while before she called Fertashia on her three-way, who then called Stacy on her three-way line. Soon we were all chitchatting like old times. I hung up promising to come and get them just as soon as I got the keys to my new car.
While John started drawing up the paperwork, Black and I did a tour around the showroom. We walked over to the new Maybach to see what the rave was all about.
“You sure you don’t want this one? This would look hot with you in it,” Black said.
“Naw. I want the 600. Besides, any car would look hot with me in it,” I joked.
“Get in,” Black commanded, reaching for the front door.
“Let’s get in the back.”
Black and I got in the back, and as soon as our doors closed, I attacked him. I was so excited, I could have peed in my pants. Instead, I decided to bless him in a way that I’d been holding out. I took my right hand and cupped his dick through his shorts. Instantly he rose to the occasion. Black pushed back in his seat because he thought I was about to ride him. I unzipped his shorts and pulled out his massive dick. When I started to lower my head, Black said, “I don’t deserve this—”
“Word?” was the last thing I said before I opened my mouth and engulfed his dick. I licked and sucked his dick with a ferocious hunger. As my head moved up and down, Black made groans of pleasure. In the distance I could hear other patrons coming in and out of the dealership. I thought that at any moment we would get busted, and our photos would be splashed across every tabloid from here to London. This excited me.
When Black couldn’t take the intensity anymore, his strong hands gripped my head as he climaxed
. Hot juices filled my mouth as I continued to suck until I had him drained.
Slowly, I came up and kissed Black on the mouth to show him that Ihad swallowed it. I could tell he was in complete awe of my talent. His stupid grin was gratifying as he leaned in again, kissed my lips, and said, “I love you.”
All I could do was return his grin. Did he mean that he trulyloved me? Or did he just mean that he loved the blow job? Was love this easy? Because all we ever did was fuck. I scurried out the car and back over to the dealer.
That evening Black started laying down a few rules.
“Baby-girl, I’m glad you’re going to enroll in college. That’s a good thing.”
“Uh-huh,” I said and continued to polish my fingernails.
“Well, before you go, I’ll have to take you shopping again. This time maybe you can get some casual clothes. A few blazers, jeans, nice dresses.”
“Okay,” I said and yawned. He was getting on my nerves. My cell phone rang, and it was Joy. Before I could answer it, Black asked, “Who’s that?”
Ignoring his question, I picked up on the third ring. “Hello.”
“Wassup, playa playaa?” she said.
“Just chillin’,” I replied, but Joy couldn’t hear me. We had a bad connection. So I started saying, “Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?”
I was imitating the Verizon commercial. I hung up and started laughing. I tried to avoid eye contact with Black because I knew he was in a talking mood. But that didn’t work. Black continued, “You might also want to change your cell phone number.”
“Why would I want to do that? I’ve had this number for two years,” I whined.
“That’s precisely my point. I don’t want some brother calling you at all hours of the night.”
I raised my eyebrows. What was he talking about? My cell phone is shut off at night. But I didn’t say a word.
“So, how do you feel about that?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Baby-girl, we need to communicate. Not expressing ourselves is a very precarious thing when in a relationship,” he said.
Ignoring his last remark, I stood and went to take a shower. I needed to release some tension.
That night, I left Black to go hang out with my girlfriends. I needed some space. Black was becoming increasingly controlling. On one hand I loved it, because it meant he was falling for me. On the other hand, I wasn’t used to men telling me what to do.
Chapter 10
My Michelin tires hugged the pavement as I took flight down the FDR Drive, doing nearly 90 miles per hour. I was listening to Kelis on a mix tape I had gotten from Joy. I was singing,“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard…damn right, it’s better than yours.” That song was so hot! It made me feel good.
I made it to Brooklyn in no time. I pulled up on my old block and beeped my horn twice. That was my code. I knew my girls would be downstairs in seconds. It was a beautiful summer evening. The dark sky was clear, and I could make out the Little Dipper in the sky. As I was sitting there awaiting their arrival, my old “beat” from the block came up to my window. His name was Wayne. Even though it was over eighty degrees, Wayne had on a black long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and Timberland boots.
“Yo, whaddup, Nicoli?”
“Nothing,” I replied sourly. I wasn’t angry, just portraying it.
“They said you down with some basketball player who got a lotta paper. Whaddup wit that?” he said and wiped his running nose on the back of his hand. He then tried to get inside my brand-new Mercedes to talk further.
“Get the fuck out my car with your dirty clothes!” I yelled.
“Fuck you, bitch!” he said and slammed my car door.
“Fuck ya momma!” I retorted.
“No, fuck you and your jughead mother!”
“Word,” I said, amazed that he had the nerve to disrespect my mother. “You should be careful of the things you say. Maybe choose your battles. You have no ideawho my man is. It would be a shame if your mother had to bury her only son,” I warned.
Startled at my threat, he backed away. He didn’t say anything else to me. He just stared at me strangely and then walked away, shaking his head. Rather than try and decipher his actions, I was glad to see him go.
Within seconds Joy, Stacy, and Fertashia came downstairs. Joy jumped in the front seat, while Stacy and Fertashia got in the back. Immediately, I smelled food coming from behind. My head spun around and focused on Fertashia. She was eating the remaining portion of a McDonald’s Big Mac.
“I know you’re not in my car eating.”
“Huh?”
“If you can ‘huh,’ you can hear.” I snapped. “Get out my car with that ghetto shit.”
“Yo, you buggin’. What’s ghetto about McDonald’s?” Stacy interjected.
“First off, I’m not talking to you.”
“Since when you somebody’s momma? Speaking of mothers, when was the last time you saw yours?” Stacy snapped.
“Why you all up in her business? Today she came by to see us. She can see her mom next time,” Joy said, coming to my defense.
“You ain’t nothin’ but a cheerleader now, Joy. All you do is cosign everythin’ Nicoli do. You all on her shit.”
“Bitch, please,” Joy retorted.
“I’m not gonna be one more bitch!” Stacy challenged, then continued, “You and Nicoli are funny stylin’. Nicoli comin’ back to da ’hood like her shit don’t stink. Like she not from ’round the way. Talkin’ in complete sentences now, sayin’ words don’t nobody know. ’Member, the people you shit on goin’ up the ladder will be the same ones you’ll need on your way back down.”
“You still in here with that shit? I done told you to get the fuck out. Do you think I talk just to be talking?” I said to Fertashia, ignoring Stacy in her newfound philosophic wisdom.
“You serious?” Fertashia said in amazement. Her hazel eyes hooded over. I could tell she was confused.
“You’re as dumb as the day is long. What the fuck did I just say? Did I stutter?” I yelled.
“But I don’t wanna get out,” Fertashia whined.
“Goddamn, you’re an idiot,” I said, shaking my head.
“Don’t talk to her like that. Fertashia, don’t let Nicoli speak to you like that,” Stacy said.
I just sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at her and Stacy. Reluctantly, Fertashia got out of my car. Stacy joined her and slammed the car door on her way out.
I had originally only planned to make Fertashia eat her burger outside my car. But when Stacy slammed the door on my shit, I stepped on the gas and left those two silly bitches in the ’hood.
Joy and I laughed for maybe thirty minutes. We just couldn’t stop laughing at the looks on their faces.
“They are so dumb,” Joy commented.
“What was so hard about not eating in my shit? This car cost more than a house.”
“I know,” Joy agreed.
After driving aimlessly for hours, we concluded we didn’t have anything to do. My cell phone rang, and the number was blocked. I hesitated briefly on whether I should answer it.
“Hello.”
“Hey, sexy,” Corey said.
“Whaddup, player.”
“Ain’t nothing. I miss you. Come meet me, and I’ll take you out to dinner.”
“I’m with Joy,” I replied.
“That’s cool. She can come too. Hurry up and meet me at Chin-Chin on Third avenue.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Cool.”
I hung up and sped from Brooklyn into Manhattan. Joy and I arrived on time, but Corey wasn’t there. We waited for another thirty minutes before I called his cell phone. For a while he didn’t answer. Then he picked up.
“What’s up?” he replied.
“What the fuck you mean, ‘What’s up?’? Aren’t you ’posed to be meeting me here?”
“Chill out. I’ll be there shortly.”
“So I’m s
upposed to hurry up and wait?”
“Nah, sexy. I got caught up handling some business. I’m on my way,” he soothed.
“Click.” I hung up the phone. He’d gotten on my last nerve. Wait? Nicoli Jones don’twait on no motherfuckin’ body.
“Now what?” Joy asked.
“I have no idea. But I’m not ready to go home.”
“Well, I met this girl named Kim the other day at a party, and she invited me to this get-together in SoHo tonight. She’s cool. She dresses the mannequins for Lord & Taylor. She said she would hook me up with her discount. She could hook you up as well,” Joy assured.
“You sure she’ll hook me up? Did she say that?”
“Not exactly. But she did say she’ll hook me up. If we go, we can ask her.”
“Let’s roll.”
Chapter 11
An hour later we were in this fabulous apartment in Soho. The brick walls and parquet floors were divine.
The living room sofa, chair, and love seat had uppity-looking girls lounging on them. They were laughing, giggling, and almost screaming when someone said something amusing. This was a close-knit crowd. No one seemed to notice our arrival until I said, “My name is Nicoli, and this is Joy.”
One girl said hello, but the rest just stared. So I challenged the crowd and said, “I know everybody heard me. I said my name is Nicoli.” I put my hands on my hips and rolled my blue eyes.
“Well, happy fucking birthday,” one smart-mouthed girl replied, and the crowd erupted in laughter. Before I could respond, the host started to introduce everyone. As she went around the room, a phony smile was plastered on everyone’s face, including mine. We each said, “Nice to meet you.”
Kim was extremely attractive. She had dark chocolate skin, high cheekbones, and jet-black hair. She seemed a bit older than us and was really nice.
