by Styles, T.
“Yeah…I do.” He wondered what all the way meant.
She lifted up her blouse and exposed her white bra. This was getting better by the second and he felt a strange sensation between his legs that he couldn’t describe. Placing one of his hands over her breasts, he quivered. And when he was ready, she placed his other one on the second. She dropped her head back and moaned giving him the impression she was enjoying herself. He wasn’t nervous like he thought he’d be. Until it finally happened.
“I see you watchin’ me Nyzon. Do you like watching me?”
Right now the only thing he was watching was titties.
He nodded yes.
“You wanna kiss them?”
His eyes widened as if he looked harder, he’d wake up from a dream.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Ny. Kiss them for me,” she urged. “If you kiss them good, I’ll kiss you back.” It was settled. He was going to go all the way and if he failed, at least he tried. Nyzon placed his mouth on her nipples and kissed them like he’d kissed his mother’s cheek.
Angel giggled. “Open your mouth, Ny.” He did.
“Wider.”
He did.
“That’s it, Ny.” She approved. “Now use your tongue.”
He did but removed it quickly.
“No silly.” She giggled. “Keep it there and move it around and stuff. Like you sucking candy.”
He did.
“Mmmmmm. That’s nice, Ny. That’s real nice. Keep doin’ that.”
He wasn’t quite sure if he liked this part of it or not plus the uncomfortable feeling in his pants had gotten worse. His penis was as stiff as a rock. With all the pussies he fingered, he never got hard. And as if she knew, she reached her hand in his pajamas and touched it gently.
“I see you like me a lot.” She giggled.
How she know that? He thought.
She constantly stroked him until he felt a wave come over him. His body shook as she moaned. He was afraid of what he was feeling, but at the same time, hoped the feeling wouldn’t go away.
With one last stroke she caused his wildest dreams to come true. It was a tingling sensation and it was the best feeling in the world. He fell into her chest with his mouth still open on her breast. He was stuck. She giggled again and moved him backward.
“You okay, Ny?” she said, adjusting her bra and pulling her shirt down.
Silence.
“That was nice wasn’t it?” She asked.
Silence and panting.
“If you keep our little secret,” she continued. “We can have fun every time I watch you. It will be just you and me. Would you like that?”
Silence.
“Ny.” Angel sounded a little concerned. He seemed stunned and she didn’t want him telling his mother. “Can you keep our secret?”
He nodded yes.
“Good.” She smiled wiping her hand over his forehead.
“Cause I like you. A lot.”
“I like you, too,” he answered, still coming off an emotional roller coaster.
“That’s good, Ny.” She said walking toward the door. “I hope you have sweet dreams now.”
He nodded again trying his best to maintain his cool.
He was about to let her leave when he remembered something. “Hey Angel, was that your boyfriend who dropped you off earlier?”
“In the Saab?”
“Naw…he ain’t even as cute as you.” She cooed. “Good night Ny, I’ll see you later.”
When she closed the door he sunk into his cozy bed reflecting on everything that happened. Prior to then he played with a few girls’ coochies but nothing serious. He had to make her his girl. He wasn’t even going to pursue Monesha, the girl he met in school anymore. He wanted Angel, and would stop at nothing to get her.
Carolyn Jamison
Washington D.C.
Like Daddy, Not Like Daughter
Carolyn and her mother Judge Elizabeth Jamison, were walking on the chilly streets of Georgetown, shopping for fresh fruits and breads. Elizabeth wore a full-length black fur to combat the weather, and Carolyn wore a white, waist length cotton coat with matching gloves.
The streets were packed and the sound of cars driving up and down the wet streets resonated through the small town. Carolyn’s arm was looped inside of her mother’s while they walked side by side.
“So how’s school coming along?” Elizabeth asked as she peered through a few windows for something to catch her eye.
“It’s okay…but my Social Justice Professor who is black, hates my guts. At least I think so.” Carolyn rested her head on her mother’s shoulder as they strolled down the sidewalk.
“Nonsense, everyone likes you. And with as much money as your father and I have poured into that school, they should be in love with you.” She giggled at her own dry humor.
“Not her. It’s like she thinks I’m going to take all the black men or something. For instance, I requested to work with a partner in class for this project that requires me to work with this non profit organization called “Take Back The Streets”, and she gave me somebody I can’t stand to talk to, let alone work with as a partner.”
“Oh…well who’s the partner you wanted? I can make a call and it can happen.”
Carolyn hadn’t expected her mother to ask her that.
“Oh…he’s just a boy. Nothing serious. Don’t worry about it ma.”
“Is it, the Moore boy?” She stopped and gazed into her daughter’s eyes. “I hear he has an internship lined up with Jenkins and Tony’s already. Do you know that company generates over 20 billion dollars in revenue a year?” she said rubbing her daughter’s hand. “He’ll be set for the rest of his life.”
“Oh…yeah…he’s the one,” Carolyn lied. “Well anyway she asked the class who we wanted to work with and I made my selection and instead of honoring it, she gave me some rude ass loud mouthed black girl instead.”
“Well you know how it is, Carolyn. You just have to remember what your father says. We have to do what we must to blend in. It’ll sharpen your skills to disguise what you really feel because as much as I hate to admit it, niggers aren’t going anywhere. We just have to make more opportunities for good white folk.”
“I know…it’s just frustrating sometimes.”
“It’s an outrage! Laws are being made everyday for niggers. Imagine if people knew I was married to your father, and he was the head of KYC? I wouldn’t be a states judge and they’d probably throw me behind bars. So I play my position sweetheart and you must too.”
Elizabeth did do an excellent job concealing her feelings. Having been a states judge for ten years, no one would’ve known she was a racist. Still she used her powers on many occasions to sentence people of other races to the harshest of sentences even when it wasn’t warranted.
“Just play the game and watch how things will change for the city once Kirk is elected Mayor. You’ll see.”
They stopped in front of a bakery and looked through the window. “Awww…fresh sourdough bread! It’ll be perfect for the shrimp Alfredo I’m making tonight. Let’s go in dear.”
“Give me a second mamma.” Carolyn said stopping in her tracks.
“Okay, dear.” She said looking her over wondering why she wanted to be alone. “I’ll see you inside.”
Once out of her mother’s view, she reached into her purse and grabbed a flask filled with Vodka, downed it and licked her lips. Thinking about her family and how much they differed, troubled her. She knew her mother was right even if she didn’t share the total hatred to blacks her parents did. Gulping what was left in her flask, she walked into the store and stood by her mother’s side.
The van ride from D.C. to Baltimore was longer than Carolyn preferred. She sat alone in the back seat with her knees uncomfortably pressed against the front seats.
When the car made it to a rundown residential area in Baltimore city, where they had to work, Carolyn gasped when she saw how different the neighb
orhood looked based on where she lived.
“Here we are,” Tina said as they parked in front of some row houses on liberty road. “All we have to do is pass out this literature and remind the kids about basketball camp next year. It shouldn’t take more than fifteen or twenty minutes.”
Carolyn was zoned out looking at the rundown environment.
“You gonna be okay?” Tina asked sensing her fear. “Cause you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Uh…I’ll be fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Beads of sweat formed on her head even though it was in the dead of winter. “We just passing out papers. Right?”
Tina and Modell looked at one another and laughed.
“She says she’s gonna be okay so I guess she’s gonna be okay. Let’s go.” Modell jumped out the van and opened the door for Tina and then Carolyn.
Carolyn eased out of the van nervous and afraid of them…the people she’d been taught to hate her entire life.
“Come on!” Tina said, waving at her. “Stop bein’ scared.” She thought Carolyn’s apprehension was funny especially since she was so big and bold in class.
“I’m not afraid!” She gripped the papers to her closely and walked toward the other side of the van next to them.
Carolyn watched Modell and Tina pass out the literature printed on blue paper. Some people took it, but most told them to leave them alone.
But when they walked up to a row house where six young guys were out on the corner, Carolyn was on edge.
“Fuck ya’ll doin’ around here?” One of them yelled hopping down off a wall he was sitting on. “I thought I told you not to come around here no more?!”
“You not gonna stop us from comin’ around here, Melody,” Modell said to him as boldly as he told him to go away. “These kids have a right to know that they’re other alternatives instead of slinging drugs and I’m gonna see to it that they know about it.”
“You got a fuckin’ death wish!” Melody said, so closely to him, he could feel his breath. “I run these mothafuckin’ streets and whoever’s in em. All you doin’ is bringin’ unwanted attention round here!”
“Listen…I don’t want any trouble, but how many young kids have to die before you realize that there’s a problem? I know you don’t want no drama around here and I’m not tryin’ to bring it. All we wanna do is help.”
Another dude stood by Melody’s side with his hands nestled inside the thick coat he was wearing.
“I think ya’ll should go back to where ya’ll came from.” The man said smoothly.
“Not until we’re done.” Tina added looking at them both.
“If I tell ya’ll to get the fuck from around here, than believe that I’m doing you a favor. Because there’s other ways to make you disappear.” Melody opened his coat and revealed his weapon.
“Ohhhh, God!” Carolyn screamed, bringing attention to herself after seeing the gun.
“Who’s that bitch?” Melody questioned Modell while glaring at her. Without waiting for an answer, he barked, “J, get her ass out of here.”
J-Swizz walked up to her, grabbed her by the arm and took her toward the van. Once there he opened the door.
“Get in.” She did. Tina and Modell looked on as he walked her to the car. “Look…I don’t know who you are, but you need to stay away from ‘round here. You gonna fuck around and find yourself in a situation you won’t be able to get out of.”
With that he closed the door.
Carolyn sat in the back seat breathing heavily, trying to focus on what she’d just seen. She was nervous. Scared and confused. And through it all, there was something about him she liked.
“You listenin’?” J-Swizz asked her again.
“Yes…I am.” She smiled.
“Good.” He said preparing to walk off, stealing another look at her. To him she was beautiful.
J-Swizz returned to the group. And as she watched Modell and Tina talking to the dealers she thought about J-Swizz. There was something that peeked her interest. She was curious. She wanted to know what pulled him to the streets. She wanted to know what kind of person he was. All of these things ran through her mind until Tina and Modell returned to the car. She had to learn more about him, but what she didn’t know was how.
Kavon Cartier
Washington D.C.
Best Man
Kavon sat inside Tara’s hospital room and watched Mayor Gibson get dragged away in hand cuffs, after being caught coping drugs from an undercover agent. It was the only thing that played nonstop on the news ever since the operation was blown open a few days ago. As interesting as the story was, all he thought about was his future wife and the fact that she was laying in a hospital bed.
Placing crushed ice over her lips, he thought about the night before, when he realized he didn’t have his house keys. And when he thought about losing them fucking with Candy’s skank ass, he felt guilty. He still remembered rehearsing his lies over and over as he approached the door to their home. But instead of having to knock, it was wide open. His heart raced and he suddenly felt woozy. His worse nightmares were realized and he knew he’d been robbed, but with his girl inside.
His fighter instinct kicked in and he was preparing to murder whoever had the audacity to step foot into his crib. He had three weapons in his home. One tucked under the bed in his room, one in the kitchen and one under the living room sofa. He dipped in the living room and grabbed the one under the sofa.
He crept through the living room and then up the stairs. All he wanted was for Tara to be okay. They could have everything in that mothafuckin’ house but his future wife. But instead of finding Tara safe, he found her bruised, bloodied, and unconscious on the bathroom floor. His body slumped over hers as he gripped her languished body. All kinds of thoughts entered his mind…but it was revenge that dominated his thoughts.
Her legs agape told him off the back she’d been violated sexually. Who would cross him by coming into his home, and raping his girl? For some reason, he thought about everything that happened right before finding Tara in that condition. Kavon didn’t know that when Candy dismissed herself from him at the cabaret earlier that night, that she met up with Shy in one of the stalls in the men’s restroom.
“You got em?” Shy asked, peering over at Candy.
“Yeah. Here they go right here.” She handed Kavon’s keys to him. “I told you I’d get em. What you ain’t believe me?”
“I know that mothafucka sniffin’ behind you.” He said tucking them in his pockets. “Why you think I had you get em for me?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“He ain’t suspect nothin’, did he?” Shy placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Cuz, I can’t have no mistakes,” he continued, lines forming in his forehead.
“Look at me…would you be thinkin’ bout anything else but Candy?” She boasted.
“You ain’t ansa the question. Did he suspect anything?” he was stern with her now. “Did he act funny in any sort of way?”
“No. Trust me, honey. He don’t know nothin’ and ain’t thinkin’ bout nothin’ but me.” She punched her fists onto her hips. “You gotta remember…he don’t know you’re the reason I left him when I was with him. He’s clueless and green. Relax.”
“You mean he don’t know that I snatched your ass.”
“You are so cocky.” Her smile told him she loved his attitude.
“But we can never be too sure.” Shy wanted her to be a little more serious.
“I know Shy, but everything went as planned. We’re going to a hotel and everything.”
“Straight.” He smiled devilishly.
“But I do have a question.”
“What’s up?” He wanted her to cut the small talk and get back to business.
“You want me to fuck him, too?”
“Do what you gotta do to keep his ass busy. I need him gone for at least four hours.”
“Cool. So what you gonna do? Rob him?”
Shy contemplated smacking the shit out of her.
“Why the fuck you worried about it?” he quizzed.
He wasn’t feeling her bullshit. He knew if he told Candy he was trying to make Kavon stay in the business with him and that he’d been lusting after Tara for two years now, she’d flip.
“I was just askin’,” she said, waving him off. “I mean, I thought ya’ll were cool that’s all. It don’t make me know never mind.”
“Good. And just so you know, that nigga’s not about business like he use to be.”
“Ummm…Hmmmm.” She flipped her hand in the air.
She could be a sassy little bitch when she wanted to and Shy couldn’t stand that shit about her. On the other hand, she did whatever he asked her to.
“You still gonna stop by and see me tonight—right?”
“It depends.” He said looking her up and down like he wanted to eat her alive.
“On what?” she said, growing angry with his lack of attention towards her lately. She couldn’t count the number of times he’d say he was on his way over her house and never came.
“On what you willin’ to do to convince me to come back tonight.”
He stroked his dick. Shy’s dick was larger than most women could fathom. And because Candy fucked so much she barely had walls inside her pussy, they meshed just fine.
