by Lucinda John
She gasped then wrapped her legs around my waist. I started pumping in and out of her.
The feeling was so good that I had to pull out. Lifting her up, I sat her on my face and ate her out until she filled my mouth up with her sweet nectar, causing some to leak down the side of my mouth.
Flipping her over on her back, I filled her back up with my dick and started fucking her. For some odd reason images of Diamond's naked body flooded my mind, as I began thrusting in and out of Cray. I was fucking Cray as if she were Diamond. It was wrong but my mind wouldn't erase those images.
"Ohhh damn Dee... Damn!" I groaned out catching my slip up.
Cray started throwing that pussy back at me had a nigga goin crazy.
"Damn bae, slow down," I groaned holding on to her rotating hips.
"Ohhhh it feels soooooo good," she cried out.
Placing her hands on the headboard, I hooked her legs across my shoulders and began drilling her. I was nailing that pussy to the wall, making her squirts loads of cum everywhere. I used my mouth to suck her dry before I started fucking her again. I felt my nut building up so I pulled out. Cray pushed me back then swallowed my dick.
"Ssssssssss," I hissed as I felt my dick knocking at the back of her throat.
"Mmm," she hummed on my dick.
The vibration of her mouth caused my dick to go into cardiac arrest as it started shooting buckets of cum down her throat. She sucked every single drop, opened her mouth showing me my babies before swallowing them.
"Damn girl!"
"What?" she giggled.
"How many niggas you did that to?" I asked
"None. Cookie taught us how to suck dick using a dildo," she replied walking inside of the bathroom.
"How many sex partners did you have?"
"One," she said cleaning my dick off, then climbing in bed. "Well you make number two."
"Why do you hang with Cookie bidet ass?" I asked reaching for my weed.
"She's one of my best friends," she shrugged.
"She makes you look bad."
"How so?"
"She’s a hoe so it makes you look like a hoe."
"Is that why you’re fucking with me because you think I'm a hoe?" she quizzed.
"If that was the case I wouldn't be trying to wife you." I took a pull of the blunt then pulled her on top of me so that she was straddling my lap.
"You want me to be your girl?" she blushed.
"Yes but you playing," I replied blowing smoke out of my nose.
"I'm not, it's just that Cookie really likes you and she's my friend."
"Who gives a fuck? I don't care about Cookie and her feelings, I care about yours."
"Let's just keep this between us for now."
"I'm a grown man; I ain't with this sneaking around shit. You either gon’ be my girl and come with me to homecoming or don't even bother fucking with me," I said lifting her off me.
I picked up my clothes off the floor and began putting them back on. I was not about to play these games with Cray because she wanted to spare her home girl's feelings. I was about to walk out of the door before she stopped me by calling my name out.
"What?"
"Why can't you stay and spend the night with me?" she asked.
I was tempted to take off all of my clothes and climb in bed with her, but I had to show her I was on some serious type shit.
"Nah ma, I'm good. Hit me up when you want to be grown about yours," I said before walking away.
When I made it home, Diamond was in the kitchen eating pecan ice cream from the carton. Our eyes met and I could have sworn I saw evidence of tears. I knew she wasn't up for rapping with me so I grabbed a spoon and took a seat next to her. We sat side by side in our own thoughts, both eating out of the carton of ice cream. Diamond must have had enough because she got up, washed her spoon, and then went to bed leaving my alone in the dark.
Chapter 6
Diamond
"Ohhh DeeDee, can I have this?" Kay asked as we walked through Sawgrass Mills Mall.
"Kay you are too spoiled," I said grabbing the Frozen karaoke set from her hand so that I could pay for it.
"I deserve it," she smiled.
"That you do baby girl."
Ms. Jessie was able to work something out with Kay's grandmother in regards to visitation. I was able to pick her up every Saturday and she spent the night every other weekend. I was happy that the old grinch didn't try to keep her away from me. I had to admit they were taking good care of her. Kay was happy, healthy, clean, and spoiled. I still had plans on filing for full custody of her once I turned eighteen.
Finding out that the only man I had ever known was not my father hurt me. When that old hag got the DNA results, she couldn't wait for me to come and pick up Kay so she could rub it in my face. I was now a lost soul. Part of me wanted to know who my father was, but I didn't know where to begin. I couldn't ask my mother because she was dead.
"What about this dress?" Lona said snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Too girly," I said sticking my tongue up holding my thumb down causing Kay to laugh.
"OMG Diamond, you have to agree on a dress; homecoming is around the corner," Lona stressed.
I really didn't want to go to homecoming but Ms. Jessie insisted that I go. If it was up to me I would have spent that night bleeding the block. I had goals to make money, save up and move me and Kay far away from this drug life.
"What about this?" she said holding up a dress with the matching shoes.
"I'll try it on," I replied just so she could get off of my back.
"OMG DeeDee, you look so pretty," Kay gushed.
"Yes Diamond, you look sexy," Lona added. "This is the one!!"
"Okay I'll get it," I replied uninterested.
Good!!!" Lona cheered as she began picking out accessories to match the dress.
After paying our very hefty shopping spree bill, we made our way to Outback Steakhouse to have lunch.
"DeeDee?"
"Yes Kay."
"Where do you get all this money from?" Kay asked causing Lona to choke on her soda.
Lona and Ms. Jessie weren’t strangers to my hustle. They knew when I wasn't in school or at home, I was busting licks. They didn't approve of my lifestyle because I was a young woman, but they didn't pry.
"I work," I replied.
"Where do you work?" she asked coloring in the coloring book the host gave her.
"I work in an office."
"What do you do?"
"I make sure everything is done correctly."
"Cool. Do you want to come to my school and tell my friends about your job at career day?" she innocently asked.
"I have a job, not a career. I can ask Ms. Jessie to go if you want me to."
"Okay. Can I have a big steak and potatoes?"
"You can have whatever you like," I smiled.
The morning of homecoming was hectic. Ms. Jessie was running around going crazy like it was her attending the dance. I wanted to sleep in but she and Lona wanted me to go do this and go do that; I wasn’t cut out for this girly shit.
"Diamond, baby, wake up, you gon’ be late for your hair appointment."
"I'm coming Ms. Jessie," I mumbled.
I dragged myself from the warmth of my bed and climbed in the shower. I allowed the hot water to run over my body before I started cleansing my face. When I was done, I washed my body and got out to brush my teeth. After handling my hygiene, I dressed and made my way out the door.
"Oooh, you should get this," Lona said pointing at a curly up-do.
"I think not," I laughed.
"Dee, you are too cute to be acting like a tomboy."
"Not today." I wanted her before the stylist motioned for me to sit in her chair.
"What we gettin today?" The gay man asked smacking his gum while patting his weave.
"I don't know," I shrugged.
"You don't know? Baby, you gon’ have to do better than that hunty. What is the occasion?" he ask
ed.
"Homecoming."
"Homecoming? Girl you in high school?"
"Yes."
"You could have fooled me with a body like that. Girl what is they feeding y'all?" he laughed blowing bubbles.
"You got a picture of the dress?" he asked smacking his lips.
"Yes," I said scrolling through my phone.
"Oh no, no, baby all the girl from around the way are going to be wearing that. Let me guess; you bought that in Express at Sawgrass Mall?"
"Yes."
"Oh no! Imma do something for you since I love making lil divas over. Imma lay your hair, beat your face, then let you rock one of my designs."
"Okay," I nervously replied.
"Trust me boo," he said before draping the black cape around me.
When he finished my hair, we followed him to his house so he can finish making me over. He had a mini hair salon and nail station in the far corner of his beautifully furnished living room. Taking a seat at his nail station, he did my nails and toes. My fingers felt weird with all the glitter and polish that decorated them.
Sitting at his make-up station, he chewed on the corner of his lips as he applied makeup to my face. I watched as his eyes danced across my face in excitement and he perfected his masterpiece.
"Do you have a date?" he asked making small talk.
"Yes."
"He fine?"
"I guess," I shrugged.
"Don't tell me you a dyke," he said propping his hand on his hip.
"No. I like men, well this one guy."
"Okay, and what's up with that?"
"He don't look at me like that, I'm just a friend to him," I softly replied.
"Well after tonight he gon’ be all on you like flies on shit," he smacked his lips.
"Go into that guest bedroom on your right and get dressed in those clothes I laid out for you," he said finishing the last touches on my face.
"Oh my word!" Ms. Jessie exclaimed as I walked out of the room.
I was dressed in a two piece black and gold gown set. The crop top was beaded and showed a little bit of my stomach. The bottom portion of the gown was long and had a long split on the side that revealed my long, smooth legs. My long weave reached the tip of my ass and was curled to perfection. After walking around the house for thirty minutes in the black and gold Steve Madden pumps, I finally got the hang of walking in them.
"OMG thank you! How much do I owe you?" Ms. Jessie asked.
"Just $145 for the hair. Everything else is on me. Just let your friends know about me," he said handing me some of his business cards.
"Thank you Tootsie," I smiled looking down at his card.
"Yassssss hunty, you better werk," he cheered me on as we left.
When we made it to the house, an all-black Hummer limo was waiting out front for me. My date, Rick, was leaning up against the limo talking to Bobby who was looking so handsome in his all black Gucci suit. I wished I could have gone to the dance with Bobby instead of Rick, but the chances of that happening were slimmer than the chances of me winning the lottery.
Rick didn't look too bad; he was actually a cute kid. He asked me to the dance at lunch and before I could answer, Cookie was answering for me. He was dressed in a black suit. It wasn't name brand, it was simple, but it looked nice on him.
"Look at you muppy," Bobby said helping me out of the car.
"You don't look too bad yourself mup," I replied.
Rick’s eyes almost jumped out of its sockets when he laid eyes on me. The fact that he was drooling over me had me blushing. It felt good to have a guy salivating over me. This was a feeling I could get used to, I thought as Rick ushered me in the back seat of the limo. I caught a glimpse of Bobby and he held a mug on his face until the driver pulled off.
The gym was packed wall to wall with students from every grade, gyrating on one another. The school had money to hire 99 Jamz to DJ for them, but couldn't replace some of the old ass books they gave us. Rick handed me a drink that I suspected was spiked with liquor. We found a table in the back corner and took a seat.
"You look really nice," Rick complemented me.
"Thank you," I replied with a smile.
"I was kind of nervous about asking you out.”
"Why is that?" I asked taking a sip of my drink.
”You always have this mug on your pretty face. It's real intimidating," he laughed.
"Oh," I shrugged.
The DJ started playing Rich Gang Lifestyle and everybody stood up dancing, trying to mumble Rich Homie's lyrics. I almost spit out my hunch punch when I saw Bobby walk in with Cray. I didn't think Cray was bold enough to openly date Bobby since Cookie was so in love with him.
I scanned the crowd for Cookie. I wanted to see her reaction when she saw her best friend color coordinating with the guy she dreamed of being with. I was low-key jealous and I was hoping that Cookie would snatch that smile Cray was wearing off her face. Bobby and Cray made their way over to our table looking like Jay and Bey.
"Hey Diamond, you look real nice," she smiled holding on to Bobby's arm.
"Thank you. I like your dress," I offered as a compliment.
"Bobby picked it out," she gushed giving him a kiss, adding salt to my injury.
"This how we do it now?" Cookie asked walking up with Natasha behind her.
"Get the fuck from around here with all that shit," Bobby said stepping in Cookie's face.
"Cray, you foul as fuck," Cookie cried. "You know I was feeling him! You supposed to me my dawg."
"I wasn't tryna go there with you though. Who the fuck told you I was gon’ wife a thot? Nah ma, you got it twisted. Cray with me, like it or not. Fuck with her and I got a bullet with your name on it," Bobby spat, pulling Cray on the dance floor with him.
"Damn Diamond, that's how it is?" Cookie asked coming for me.
"What you mean Cookie?"
"You supposed to be my dawg and you ain't put me up on game with what was going on?"
"Cookie, get the fuck out my face with that shit. Bobby is grow,, Cray’s grown and grown folks business ain't mine. Rick, you tryna dance?" I dismissed Cookie, grabbing Rick's hand and dragging him to the dance floor.
The whole night I could feel Cookie staring at me and Cray like she wanted to do something. I was feeling real froggy so I was daring that bitch to jump. My emotions were all over the place and I was trying my best to control them. I hated that I was so in love with someone who didn't love me back. Despite my heartbreak, I tried my best to enjoy the night.
The DJ concluded the homecoming dance and the security guard began escorting everyone out. Everyone was heading to IHOP, so we decided to join the crowd. When we walked in the restaurant it was so packed that people were lined up at the door. Thank God I brought some sandals, I thought as I changed out of my pumps.
The parking lot was looking like ratchet city. A black Charger was playing music and the neighborhood thots were barefoot with their dresses hiked up, shaking their ass. Blunts and bottles were being passed around as everyone waited to be seated. I heard Cookie’s loud mouthed ass being extra, but I decided to ignore her.
"Why are you single?" Rick asked me.
"I haven't found that one that made me want to jump into a relationship," I lied.
"Hopefully I can be the one that change your mind," he said.
"We will…" I started to say before I was pulled back by my hair.
Cookie tried to boom me to the floor, but her weak ass couldn't. Kicking her in her twat, I punched her in the face and slammed her against a car. I was pissed the fuck off that this bitch decided to come fuck with me like this. I could feel arms trying to pry me off of her, but I was using all my strength to get at her.
"Dee, let's clear it, somebody called them boys," Bobby said pulling me off her.
I stomped her head in the ground three more times, then hawked up a wad of spit and spat it at her ass. Bobby threw me in the front seat of his car and slammed the door close. I was fuming. I wanted to
go back out there and demolish that hoe, but he had someone guarding the car door. A few minutes later Bobby jogged back to the car, hopped in, and pulled off.
