“What’s that baby?” He asked her.
“You better take me straight home, ‘cause I wanna go to church in the morning.”
“I will Boo,” Timmy said with an evil grin.
“Quita, come on let’s go!” Kali yelled out the car window.
“I’m good. Y’all go ahead. I got a ride. I’ll meet y’all there,” Quita told her.
“A’ight girl, y’all be safe.”
“We will, y’all too,” Quita said.
“That little heifer ain’t going home tonight. She is going to lay up,” Kali told her girls and they laughed in unison.
Chapter 4
“Arch ya back,” Timmy instructed Quita, as he pushed his hard dick further into her gushing, wet pussy.
“Ahhh, shit!” She moaned in ecstasy.
“Am I hurting you baby?” Timmy asked slowing down.
“No baby it feels good,” she lied.
Quita was new to different positions. The only way she ever did it was missionary. Timmy on the other hand knew every position in the book and liked the fact that he was her teacher in the art of fucking.
“Yeah, baby just like that. Keep it right there,” Timmy told her smacking her ass.
“Oh, fuck nigga that feels so good, don’t stop. Fuck me!”
“You like that dick baby?” He asked her.
“Yes, daddy. I like this dick.”
“Shit girl this pussy is good as fuck, I’m about to nut,” Timmy admitted.
“Not yet baby,” Quita told him. She was enjoying how he had her feeling. A hint of pain mixed in with so much pleasure.
Just before she reached her climax she turned into a porn star in a matter of seconds. She started popping her pussy and clenching her muscles to hug his dick.
“Yes baby fuck me! Take this pussy its all yours. This dick is so good. I’m getting ready to nut all over that fat dick!” Quita was giving it to Timmy like she was on film getting paid. She was drunk and she wanted to make him bust hard. That was one bad thing about Quita she had diarrhea of the mouth when she was drunk. That’s why niggas fell hard for her. She would stroke their egos, even the little dick niggas.
Timmy couldn’t say a word because he was in a zone. All he could do was grip her fat ass like a basketball and plunge his dick deep inside her. He stopped all of a sudden.
“Baby why you stop for? I was getting ready to nut?” Qutia asked panting.
“Cause baby this pussy is so damn tight and wet. I don’t wanna bust just yet. I want you to ride it,” he told her. Quita got a little bit nervous because she didn’t know how to ride dick.
“Yeah, I can do that for you baby,” she told him getting on all fours.
Quita mounted herself on top of Timmy and tongued him down to keep the dick hard. She began imitating what she had seen in movies and TV shows with the girls riding the bull. She grabbed his dick and let it glide into her wet sanctuary. Timmy couldn’t tell that she didn’t know what she was doing because Quita wasn’t riding his dick for a good five minutes before he released himself all up in her.
“Nigga, I know you didn’t just bust in me?”
“My bad ma. I didn’t try to I just couldn’t help it,” Timmy said sounding all out of breath.
She tried to get up and go to the bathroom, but he stopped her.
“Come on lay here with me for a few minutes,” he said grabbing her arm.
“Boy move and let me go wash off. I’m not about to be sticky with yo ass,” Quita told him.”
“Cool, bring me something so I can wipe off,” he told her.
“A’ight, I got you,” she told him disappearing into the bathroom. While she was running the water she turned on the radio to see what was playing. She came across a station that she rarely listened to and heard Guy’s “Lets Chill” blaring through the speakers. She turned it up and hummed along with the song while she showered. Letting the water beat down her body she started to think about where her life might be in five years. A few tears fell from her eyes as she thought about her parents.
Although she went through hell when she lived with them they were her family, and were all she truly had. They were all she knew, and no matter how much she loved them and missed them she couldn’t go back if she wanted to.
A little over a month after she left they were locked up in Michigan because of the charges Ricky tried to run from. The Beckley Police Department had an informant help locate them and it was curtains from there. Lena later found out that it was one of her close family members that dimed them out.
Quita was so deep in her thoughts she didn’t even realize the water had turned cold.
“Damn!” She screamed and exited the shower.
Quita came out bathroom in only a towel. When she entered the bedroom Timmy was fast asleep. Good. She thought. She wanted to wake Timmy up and give him the washcloth he asked her for, but she just let him sleep.
She sat on her bed and grabbed the baby oil from the nightstand. She decided to write her moms and pops a letter letting them know just how angry she was for all they put her through over the years. Quita put on an over sized T- shirt and a thong. She poured herself a glass of sprite and lit a Newport. She thought she would write her mom first because she was a little nervous about writing Ricky.
Dear Momma,
First of all I want to let you know how much I miss and love you. I also wanted to know how you’re doing in that shit hole? I hope ok. You know you and daddy are all I have in life, and I want y’all to get it together. Better yet I need y’all to get it together.
Living with Dashiki is driving me crazy. We don’t get along at all. She acts like she owns me, and I have to do what she tells me. She ain’t my momma, you are! Don’t get me wrong ma I love her to death, but she gets on my nerves from time to time.
Look ma, I’m going to be honest with you because it’s hard sometimes trying to tell you things that I feel when you just push me off. So I’m going to tell you this and I hope you don’t get mad at me for telling you exactly how I feel.
I know that growing up without your mom was a real hard thing for you to go through; especially since your dad treated you like shit. Maybe you don’t know exactly how it’s done. I know you feel like daddy was the only one who ever truly loved you, but the lifestyle that he gave you wasn’t the best. Sometimes I feel hate for both of you because I had to grow up without my sisters. At times it feels like I didn’t bond with them, because of you and daddy’s actions. Momma I want you to know that as I’ve gotten older I understand that y’all didn’t know better and I forgive both of you. For what it’s worth I’m glad that I had to go through the things I did as a child because it made me stronger.
Another thing is all the fighting has got to stop. I know that when y’all drink you can’t keep from cursing at each other, but y’all always made me get in the middle. I refused to sit back and watch daddy beat my mommy down.
Mommy do you know how much it hurts to see you bleeding and crying because of what someone has done to you. Ma, I have so many battle scars from fights you and daddy had, and I shouldn’t have any. I’m not trying to put you down or anything. I just want all of us to work it out together.
Mommy, please forgive me for saying all of this bad stuff about you and daddy, because we have had a lot of good times as well as bad. Well ma, I love you and again please forgive me.
Love your Nanny.
~ ~
Laquita looked at Timmy and he was still knocked out. ‘Damn I feel like Keisha on New Jack City, Rock a Bye baby,” Quita laughed aloud at her thoughts.
Before she wrote Ricky’s letter she went into the kitchen. She grabbed the last Heineken out the fridge, and poured a double shot of Hennesey. She had to build up enough courage to tell Ricky the same thing she had just told Lena. Ricky could sometimes be an asshole and she was really intimidated by him. She knew it would be hard to be real with him even in a letter. She took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
Dear Daddy,
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br /> How are you doing? I hope you’re holding it together. I just finished writing mommy. I told her how I felt about y’all being locked up and some other things that bothered me about the way we were living.
The real reason I‘m writing you and mommy is basically to let y’all know how the things I’ve been through affects my in life. This isn’t a lecture or anything I just need to get this off my chest.
First things first daddy, you and mommy are all I have and I don’t ever want to loose either of you. I love y’all so much it hurts, but daddy the drinking and fighting is getting hard to deal with. I need both of you to take sometime out and think while you’re in there and think about what this is doing to your baby girl.
I was telling mommy how much it hurts to have grown up as an only child, and to have witnessed the things that you two did. It kind of bothers me that mommy seems to care for you more than me and my sisters. I know that she loves us unconditionally, and that it’s hard for her to show us the same love she shows you because she never had it as a child. Daddy sometimes I blame it on y’all, although I know deep down it’s not something that y’all did to take my sisters out of my life.
Look dad, what I’m trying to say is I love you and mommy and I want y’all to do better, because this living with Dashiki isn’t working. She treats me like I’m trash or something and I’m not happy here. In order for me to be happy I need for you and mommy to pull it together so I can move back in with y’all.
Well daddy I just wanted to drop a few lines to let you know what is on my mind, and to let you know that I love y’all no matter what happens. I also needed to release some pent up stress. I love you daddy and don’t ever forget that.
Love your “Baby girl”
~ ~ ~
Quita looked over on her nightstand and saw that it was after three in the morning. She knew she had to get some sleep, because Timmy was taking her shopping later. She turned off the light, said her prayers and went to bed.
She tossed and turned most of the night thinking about her parents. She hoped that she wasn’t too hard on them in the letters. She knew that if they decided not to be around her anymore she would be alone in the world, with no one but herself.
Laquita woke up the next morning to Timmy kissing her forehead. He was also trying to pass the Philly.
“Come on baby hit this dro, and wash your ass so we can hit the mall. I saw a pair of dope ass Timbs I’m trying to cop before anybody else does,” Timmy said.
“Oh, nigga them shoes ain’t going nowhere,” Quita told him as she sat in the middle of the bed Indian style taking a long pull from the L. “Give me like thirty minutes or so to get ready. You can’t rush beauty.”
“I know ma,” Timmy said smiling.
Quita hit the L a couple more times and started digging in her closet to find something to throw on.
“Bingo!” She picked out a pair of Levi jeans, a red halter top and a fresh pair of Reebok classics. Quita handed Timmy the blunt. As she turned to go the bathroom she suddenly felt a tingly sensation between her legs. At first she thought maybe he’d slipped something in the weed, but she let that thought dissolve, because she didn’t think he would do something like that to her. The feeling she had was making her cat tingle. It felt like her pussy was mentholated. It was kind of like the feeling you get when your foot falls asleep.
Timmy looked at her, saw the expression she had on her face and knew it was on.
“Come here,” Timmy grabbed her around her around the waist and turned her around.
“What are you doing?” She questioned fully aware of what he wanted.
“Be quiet and just turn around.” Quita was ready to fuck, and Timmy was more than happy to oblige her.
Once turned around Timmy pulled her pants down, grabbed the back of her neck, pushed her down towards the bed and proceeded to bang her back out.
After their session they showered together and got dressed to head to the mall. When they made it to the mall they noticed that the parking lot was packed.
“See fucking around with ya ass got me here all late,” Timmy whined like a lil’ bitch.
“Don’t blame me, you wanted that shit too. Don’t even trip,” she told him.
“Yeah I know I did need some of that gushy wet to motivate me before I started my day,” Timmy said smacking her ass as they entered the mall.
Upon entering the mall Quita could have sworn she saw her ex-boyfriend Trey’s navy blue ‘1994’ Ford Explorer, but she kept it moving. She was ready to get a hot outfit for the party that she and Timmy were hitting up later.
Quita dragged Timmy straight into Victoria’s Secret so she could get some smell goods. Timmy didn’t really want to go in, but he did so he could pick out some thong sets for her to wear for him later that night. For some reason he loved it when girls wore matching bras and panties. It made him rock hard.
Quita looked up and saw Trey and his little brother Jeff passing Victoria’s Secret. They were more than likely on their way to Finish Line because Trey was into shoes just like Timmy’s ass. She was smiling from ear to ear. The truth was she missed Trey to death.
He was the type of guy you could lay up with all day and crack jokes with. She needed a man to match her personality and Trey was that nigga. He was perfect except he was the true definition of a WHORE! She had to let him handle that because she was damn sure not trying to fuck him after he had stuck every nasty slut in town.
She sent Timmy to the pretzel shop to get them a pretzel. Quita knew it was a good opportunity to holla at Trey for a before Timmy came back. Quita ran up to Trey and his brother all smiles.
“Hey what’s good nigga?” She asked Trey.
He turned around surprised to see Quita smiling from ear to ear.
“What’s up girl, I ain’t doing shit. Trying to cop the new Jordans for the club tonight. What’s up with you beautiful? Who you out here with?” Trey asked being nosey.
Quita didn’t want to answer but she did anyway. ‘Shit this nigga do him, he don’t care bout what I’m doing.’ Quita cleared her throat.
“Oh, I’m here with Timmy from around the way,” Quita cheerfully told him.
“Word, that nigga is crazy as fuck! You better be careful Quita,” Trey warned.
“I will, so don’t worry ‘bout me. I’m a big girl.” She could tell by the way Trey said it that he still had feelings for her.
Quita hadn’t seen Trey in six months because he was locked up and she was thrilled to see him. She wanted some of that good dick anyway. She knew that it didn’t matter who either of them was with, they would still hook up.
“Well, I won’t hold y’all up. I need to get back in here and make a quick purchase.” She said pointing at Victoria’s Secret. She gave Trey a hug and he palmed her ass in return.
“You better stop boy,” she said moving his hands.
Quita knew she had to hurry up and end her little reunion because if Timmy saw that shit he would flip like he did the night before in the club. She was not trying to go through that shit.
“Let me get your number and I’ll hit you up later,” she told him.
“A’ight boo, but you better call me,” Trey said.
“I will don’t worry. I ain’t like ya’ll niggas. You know how y’all get a sista’s number, and never call,” Quita told him laughing.
“What the fuck is this?” Quita heard a voice booming from behind her. She knew it was Timmy, so she took a deep breath before she even turned to face him.
“Hey baby this is my homeboy Trey,” Quita told him smiling. Timmy looked at Quita like she was fucking crazy. He was heated and it showed. His nostrils were flaring and he was chewing the inside of his jaw.
“What up my man?” Trey extended his hand to give him some pound. Timmy just grilled him and nodded his head.
“Nigga, I know who you are. I also know you and my girl used to mess around, so don’t smile up in my face like we cool,” Timmy boldly said.
Quita just stood
there looking dumb founded because she didn’t know Timmy was aware of her and relationship with Trey.
“Yeah, we used to get down, but I just wanted to see how she was doing. It ain’t even nothing like that. No need for you to flip out,” Trey told him.
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