A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Story

by Natavia

  When the cold water hit her it started waking her up. She was more alert. She even covered up her breasts.

  “You are on your own now, shorty,” I said. I left the bathroom then headed straight to the couch. Fifteen minutes later Kyree came out into the living room area with a towel wrapper around her. Her bushy curly hair was down and her face was make-up free. I wasn’t into women wearing weaves but hers looked damn good on her.

  “Thank you, Osari. I didn’t know your evil ass had a heart,” she said. I could tell she was still a little buzzed but not like before. She stood in front of me then dropped her towel.

  “What the hell are you doing, Kyree?” I hope she ain’t a hoe! She didn’t come across as the type to be doing this.

  “I have only been with one man. I want to know what it’s like to be with another one,” she said.

  “You want me to fuck you, Kyree?” I asked but I already knew that’s what she wanted. I could tell by the way she was looking at me in the party.

  “Yes, we are grown!” she said.

  “I don’t know if you are ready for this! You want a one-night stand for right now. But I will fuck you until your legs go numb and you are going to want it again. You are about to get some shit you ain’t ready for. I’m not trying to do that to you so I decline your offer,” I said to her.

  “Am I that bad? I don’t have a faithful nigga. He fucks anything that walks! He is handicap, by the way, and I still can’t get the nigga to keep his dick in his pants. Then I’m standing here in front of you telling you I want it and you turn me down? What is wrong with me?” she asked, tears coming down her face. Why do women have to be so darn complicated?

  “All I want is to feel what it’s like, Osari. We don’t have to speak after this. I just want the night to be memorable,” she said. I stood then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me. She kissed me on the mouth and I let her. No woman has ever boldly slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t the kissing type of nigga!

  “Hold up! You just threw-up!” I said to her.

  “Nigga, I brushed my teeth with the stuff that was in the bathroom,” she spat. I dropped the towel that was around my waist after I laid Kyree down. Her body was smooth and silky like. Her breasts weren’t all that big but they were handfuls. Her Milk Dud-sized nipples stuck straight up. I licked my lips as I thought about sucking on them. My eyes traveled down her stomach then between her legs. Her pussy was trimmed perfectly. She reached for her purse, grabbing a condom. She held it out to me.

  “You do it,” I told her. She reached out nervously grabbing hold of my tool.

  “You scared now, aren’t you?” I chuckled.

  “Shut the fuck up, Osari. Your dick is not all that,” she said to me.

  “Shorty, you can’t even wrap your whole hand around that motherfucker! You keep talking shit and I’m going to have your little ass screaming!” I said laughing. She took the condom out of the wrapper then rolled it down on my wood. I pulled her legs up making her fall back against the bed. I inserted my finger inside of her to make sure she was tight. I wasn’t going to waste my time sliding up in loose pussy! And tight, she was! Virgin tight! Her pussy was dripping wet. Pussy like this can make a nigga weak! That’s probably why Tassana’s ass is still breathing but not even good pussy can get away with what she did. It’s something else about that hoe and I don’t know what it is!

  “What’s the matter?” she asked me.

  “I don’t know if this shit is going to work like this Kyree. You want me to fuck this tight wet pussy just for one night? I might fuck around and kidnap you!” I said to her. If only she knew how serious I was. She spread her legs then grabbed my dick, easing herself down on it.

  “DAMN!” I said, biting my bottom lip. Kyree slowly rotated her hips, making me slide deeper into her. She let out a loud moan. She was straight fucking me! She wrapped her legs around me then went to work. She sucked on my neck as she rubbed her fingers through my hair. Was it possible for a broad to be fucking this good while a nigga is on top? I grabbed a handful of her breast then sucked on her hard, plump, round nipple. She moaned my name as I gently bit down on it, sucking harder. She gasped as her nails dug into my back. I grinded into her until I felt that gushy spot, the spot that was about to have her cum on me. The spot that was going to make her pussy gush when I pounded it. I gripped her hips once I found it. I locked her under me so she couldn’t move. I rose up then pounded into her so deep she screamed.

  “OOSSSAAAARRRIIIIIIIIIIII! YOOOUUUUU BIIITTCHHHHHH!” she screamed as her legs shook. I went deeper then faster, holding her arms down. I leaned to the side, lifting her leg up. I pulled out then slowly slid back in again. I was aiming for that spot again. I hammered away at it then rubbed her clit. When she came it poured out! It sounded like someone was shaking a water bottle as I stroked her. Her eyes rolled in her head and her body stiffened. I groped at her sweaty breasts as I went faster.

  “Talk that shit now, Kyree! I can’t hear you! This what you wanted, right?” I asked, gently choking her. I was balls deep! Her pussy gripped my dick, as she got wetter.

  “I’m about to cum!” she yelled then I pulled out of her.

  “Stand up!” I told her. She got out of the bed then stood.

  Her wetness glistened between her legs. I bent her forward. “Hold your legs straight and grab your ankles,” I said.

  She did what she was told. I spread her ass cheeks then slid right in. I fucked her senseless. I didn’t care if it was uncomfortable! Surprisingly, she took it. She worked her hips back, throwing her ass into me.

  I slapped her ass. “Keep your ass still!” I said to her. She screamed then yelped as I dug into her guts. I was about to bust! I couldn’t hold it any longer. She must have sensed it because her pussy started gripping me tighter as she came on my dick. I came right behind her. She and I both fell on the bed.

  “How old you said you was again?” she asked me then I smirked.

  Chapter 5- Tokyo

  Kauzie and I were leaving in a week to go to Barbados. I stopped by his shop on my lunch break to take him some lunch. I waited inside of his office while he finished up on a car. I found out where my parents lived. I went to their old neighborhood and asked around and someone told me where they’d moved. I was nervous to see them after all these years. I have been stressed out about it. Kauzie offered to go with me but I didn’t want them to know right now that he and I were together.

  A woman came into the shop and judging by her appearance I could tell she was about her money. Her presence screamed boss chick. Her Chanel purse was draped over her arm. Her big Chanel shades covered her eyes. Her long weave flowed and bounced with perfection. Her body was banging! She had a small waistline, round hips, and a nice bubble butt. Even her breasts were perfect! She took her shades off and her funny-colored eyes pierced through me.

  “Have you seen the owner?” she asked me.

  “Which one? There are two of them,” I said.

  “The tall sexy dread head,” she said, licking her lips. I know this bitch didn’t.

  “He is working on a car right now,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  Kauzie came inside wiping his forehead with his shirt. His lower stomach was revealed and so was that perfect V-shape that goes down to the area that I love so much. She openly eyed him like she was about eat him.

  “There you are! I was scheduled to drop my car off today,” she said to him. He grabbed some papers out of the file cabinet then laid them out for her to sign. While she was doing that he kissed my lips.

  “What you got for me, shorty?” he asked, looking into the food bag. Kauzie was eating more than I was and I was the pregnant one. The woman looked at us with her nose up. I could tell she wasn’t so pleased about me.

  “So, how long will it take?” she asked him but was eyeing me up and down.

  “Bitch, do you know me or something? I mean, you starring a little too fucking hard! And why are you looking at my nigga like that?” I aske
d her. Kauzie looked at me with an unpleased look on his face. I know it was bad for business but this woman was clearly throwing shade at me.

  She smiled at me. “I was looking at you to figure out how a fine-ass nigga like this could mess with a chubby, ratchet-ass broad like you! Bitch, don’t act like you nobody ever asked you that before! But anyways, I will be back to pick my car up in a few weeks. I will see you later,” she said to him. She put her shades on then looked at me.

  “You don’t know who I am, but watch your mouth! I know all about y’all! I would have you missing before you can even pucker your lips to kiss that fine-ass nigga! Oh, and Tassana is already on my shit list! My brother told me she had a twin. It was nice meeting you though,” she said to me then strutted out of the shop.

  I looked at Kauzie and he looked back at me. I didn’t say anything. I got up, grabbed my purse then stormed out. He followed behind me.

  “What I do now?” he asked me.

  “You knew she wanted you, didn’t you?” I asked him.

  “I mean, she was staring at me when I first met her, but what you want me to do? She hasn’t come on to me! I don’t understand why you are this insecure all of a sudden! I have never given you a fucking reason to doubt me! You are really fucking my head up!” he said.

  “I’m not insecure! Far from it! I know who I am and I never gave a fuck! What I don’t like is you keeping shit from me! You are supposed to tell me shit! I know what type of bitch she is and this is not the end of it! I saw it and you saw it! That bitch wants you and I think she is the type to do whatever it is to get you! Return that bitch’s car back!” I said to him.

  “She already signed the papers! Do you realize that Jessup is part owner too? Why would I take money out of his pocket because you feel threatened by a bitch I haven’t even looked at?” he spat.

  “I will see you later!” I said to him.

  “Oh, so you leaving? Fuck you, then!” he spat, walking off. I forgot how Kauzie’s mouth could be when he’s angry. I drove back to work with a lot on my mind, including Tassana and my parents. I’m having a baby in six months and my family won’t be there. I have Kauzie, No Hands, Kyree and even Shimmy. But that’s not enough! They said pregnancy brings out a lot emotions; I’m experiencing a whole lot.

  When I got home from work there were flowers on the kitchen table. There was also a teddy bear with diamond hoop earrings in its ears. Strong arms grabbed me from the back around my waist.

  “I apologize, shorty,” he said, kissing my neck. I turned around, looking into his eyes. He rubbed my stomach; I almost melted.

  “I’m sorry too. I just feel alone for some reason,” I stated.

  “I want my old bitch back,” he said. I popped him on the arm.

  “Fuck you, nigga! Your high-yellow ass! That’s why I’m not giving you any! Punk-ass nigga! Give me my bear back!” I said, snatching the bear from him.

  He laughed. “There’s her ratchet ass!” he said, making me fall over laughing.

  “Since you want to be all romantic, where’s my candle-lit dinner?” I asked him.

  He grabbed himself. “One-hundred percent beef, shorty!” he said. My mouth dropped.

  “Close your mouth before something flies in it. You standing there, looking all pregnant! That shit is sexy!” he said, licking his lips. Kauzie is a smooth talker! He was about to have me come out of my panties in the middle of the floor. I rolled my eyes then headed upstairs.

  “Come on, Tokyo! My exhaust pipe is about to burst!” he said. I took a shower then got dressed for bed. Kauzie came up the stairs with two big sandwiches, chips, and a jar of pickles. He came back up with a bed tray and some sodas. He grabbed two candles out of the bathroom then lit them.

  “You know this is ghetto, right?” I asked him, biting into my sandwich.

  “A nigga trying! You wanted a candle-lit dinner! You didn’t say shit about it being a fancy dinner! The way you left my jimmy hanging I was about to bring you a Lunchable!” he spat. Kauzie was really in his feelings because I turned him down.

  “Keep talking shit!” I bucked at him.

  “Only bucking you need to be doing is when I’m hitting that big juicy ass from the back and pulling them braids. Have the pussy creaming on my wood!” he said.

  “KAUZIE!” I said to him. He waved me off then bit into his sandwich.

  The next day I woke up bright and early. I took a shower then got dressed. I was going to see my parents. I was so nervous I had to open up my car door at the red light to puke. I was ready to turn around and go back home, but I couldn’t. I needed closure more than ever. When I pulled up to their neighborhood it was peaceful and quiet. A few people were out watering their flowers. I parked in front of the house then got out. My heartbeat raced and my palms got sweaty.

  “I can’t do this,” I said turning around.

  “Tokyo? Is that you?” a voice called out. I turned around and it was my mother. She looked exactly the same. She had crow’s feet in the corner of her eyes. Her edges were gray but she was still beautiful. My eyes watered as tears fell down her face. She dropped her water pail then ran to me, hugging me. She kissed my cheek then held my face, looking into my eyes.

  “You look so healthy! Oh, God has answered my prayers!” she said crying.

  “I missed you, Ma!” I said, my voice cracking.

  “We missed you too! I’m sorry you had to turn to drugs! Your father and I have been living with guilt for five years. We thought you were going to end up dead. Now, look at you. You are so beautiful! So radiant!” she said.

  “Drugs? What are you talking about?” I asked.

  “It’s okay, I know all about it! We are not judging you! We take the blame for it!” she said.

  “I was never on drugs! Who told you that?” I asked. I knew this wasn’t going to be a good idea. They were automatically assuming I was getting high. They always thought the worst of me because of Darrion.

  “Come in and talk to us,” my mother said, pulling me into the house. The smell of cinnamon hit me and took me back. It always smelled like she was baking something.

  “Honeeyyyyyy! Look who’s here!” my mother called out.

  “Not now, Avery!” my dad spat.

  “Get your ass out here now!” she yelled. My mother rarely cursed.

  “Damn it, woman! I’m watching the History channel!” my father said. I could hear him moving about. When he came into the living room he broke down.

  “My baby girl!” he said, hugging me. His large frame squeezed me so tight I almost stopped breathing. He lifted me up from the floor and kissed my face.

  “You look so beautiful,” he said to me.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, kissing his cheek.

  “Please, come back home. You don’t have to be out in the streets. We have an extra bedroom ready for you for when you decided to come back. Just stay here,” he begged. What the hell is going on? I wondered.

  “Who said I live out in the streets? I have a decent paying job. I just finished my high school diploma program and I live in a four-bedroom house. Just because I left home for Darrion doesn’t mean I was doing that bad,” I stated. They had confused looks on their faces.

  “Tassana said she saw you. She said you were prostituting. She has been looking for you,” my mother said wiping her eyes.

  “WHAT!” I shouted. I didn’t beat Tassana’s ass how I wanted to that night but I think it’s about time I really give it to her. I knew she was a sneaky bitch, but for her to stress our parents out was just evil. I broke down and told them everything. From what Darrion put me through, to Tassana and her fake illness. I even told them about Kauzie and me. I let them know everything and didn’t leave anything out.

  “Why would she do something so damn evil?” my mother asked me. My father shook his head.

  “All I wanted was to raise perfect little girls! That’s why I was so strict! The men in my family are all like that! I never thought it would do so much damage and rip my family
apart! Tassana needs some help!” my father said.

  “Well, well, well, look what we have here. A family-bonding moment. Why wasn’t I invited?” Tassana said, switching in.

  “Why would you lie on Tokyo like that?” my mother asked her.

  “I didn’t lie. That’s how I saw her. I saw her as a ghetto whore. Tokyo created that image for herself,” she spat.

  “You evil bitch!” I said, throwing the small statue from the table at her. It clocked her in the face. Her nose started bleeding. My mother ran to get a rag for her. My father looked very disappointed at us.

  “What has gotten into you two? Fix this shit and fix it now!” My father banged the table.