My phone kept ringing. I knew from the ringtone who it was blowing me up like that. “I’m about to bounce, y’all. Call me if y’all bitches need me.” I gave both of them a hug.
“Damn, bitch! Who the fuck is this nigga? E’erytime he call, you got to leave?” Sheika’s ass said, but not in a very friendly tone.
“Damn, why you so worried? All you need to know is it’s not yo’ nigga I’m fucking,” I said and walked off because my phone was continuously ringing.
As soon as I bent the corner of the complex, I quickly answered the phone.
“Damn, bae, I know you see a nigga calling.”
“I did, but I was with the girls and I didn’t want to answer in front of them.”
“You around the way?”
“Yeah. Where you at?”
“Driving down Ambrose Street right now. Trying to scoop you up real quick.”
“Hmmm. I see you getting bolder and bolder. One of these days, somebody gonna catch us together.”
“Man, fuck them people. You my bitch, soon you’ll be my baby mama, and then everybody and their mama will know.”
“I hear you. I’m walking out there now.” I hung the phone up.
Keon was a big-time dope boy I was fucking. Nah, let me correct that. I started out just fucking him, but over time my feelings for him got stronger. See, my ass was not into these young-ass little boys, because all they did was fuck and tell everybody. Not my big man; he was a neighborhood boss and he be on his grown man shit. I ain’t gon’ lie, the first time we fucked was very painful because I was a virgin and he ripped through my pussy with force. I cried like it was the end of the world, but I quickly forgot about the pain once he dropped a grand on the hotel table before he left.
Money was definitely the motivation. He paid for me to get my cosmetology license and he started taking me on shopping sprees. I wasn’t no stingy bitch so I would grab something for my bitches also. They kept asking me about where I was getting all this paper from, but I chose not to tell them. Don’t get me wrong, me and my bitches were close, but I wasn’t no fool. I learned from my daddy getting locked up that you can’t trust nobody, not even the bitches you roll with. My daddy wouldn’t be in that hell hole if it weren’t for his nigga who snitched on him; and not just any nigga, but his right-hand man. So, anyways, I would have told my bitches, but Keon was grown and I was underage at the time so I couldn’t risk him going to jail.
Now I was twenty-four and we were still fucking around. The only difference was I wasn’t that little young, naïve girl who would fall for anything this nigga was telling me. I kind of pissed him off, because he’d been trying for the longest to have a baby with me, but I wasn’t ready or . . . Nah, fuck that. I didn’t want no kids. I was good by my damn self. I was taking the pill, but he didn’t know that. He just thought he was busting blanks. He often suggested we go to the doctor to see what was going on. I always came up with a reason, because he didn’t know, but I knew why I wasn’t.
I got into his orange Charger and he pulled off. “What’s up, li’l mama?”
“Ain’t nothing. Got out of class and was hanging out with the girls.”
“That’s what’s up! You tryin’a go eat and chill for a few?”
“Of course. You know my ass don’t be passing up no food.” I laughed.
“Yeah, I forgot, yo’ greedy ass.”
He pulled off and cut up Plies’s music as he sped down the street. I loved being with him, even though I knew in my heart he was not being faithful. I just didn’t say too much, because I knew where I was trying to go, and his money was helping me to get there. One thing I could say was he never disrespected me.
We decided to go to Croaker’s Spot over on Nine Mile Road. This was our favorite place when we wanted to really pig out on some good food. After we ate, we decided to leave, and got a hotel room. I was kind of tired after I ate, but I knew I had to fuck him. This nigga was wide open over this young pussy and I wouldn’t dare deny him because it kept him happy.
As soon as we got into the hotel, it was on and popping. I sat on the bed, checking my messages. I noticed a few missed calls from my mother. I wondered what the fuck she wanted. I hadn’t seen her in a while. I made a mental note to stop by tomorrow and check on her.
“Nigga, stop playin’,” I said, because Keon was making my panties wet by caressing my breasts.
“Who said I was playing?” he said as he massaged my breasts in a circular motion. “Shit, girl, as sexy as you are, I could eat every inch of you from head to toe.” The way he was talking to me had my pussy thumping. One thing for certain, that nigga knew how to eat pussy.
“Nigga, you play too damn much.” Right when I said that, his ass got up from off the bed. My heart started racing fast as hell as Keon tugged on my panties. I scooted up so he could slide down my panties. Good thing I shaved because he had a problem with hairy pussy. I parted my legs hoping he could get a great view. This nigga was crazy as hell, but I was just as crazy as him. His attention was what I throbbed for and it was a turn-on.
“Oh, my God,” I sang under my breath when his lips met mine. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as his tongue danced inside my walls.
My adrenaline rush flowed through my body as I spread my legs wider, making sure he licked every inch of my pussy. “God,” I moaned, biting my tongue. I couldn’t help but to use my hand to guide his head in and out of my pussy.
I heard my cell phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. It was Sheika calling me.
Oh, God, not right now. “If you don’t take your ass on somewhere,” I wanted to shout, but I struggled to get the words out because Keon was digging deep into my pussy.
My back was sliding down off the loveseat in the hotel and my hand was glued on the back of his head, working it like a yo-yo.
“God. Oh, my God,” I sang out as his lips made love to my pussy. I closed my eyes as tight as possible, fighting back my groans. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy because my juices were flowing through my body, ready to explode.
“Keon,” I moaned as my hips slow ground in rhythm. My pussy was soaking wet. “Damn, why are you doing this to me?” His tongue penetrated my wetness, and went back and forth over and over, driving me insane.
The way he was working his tongue was like no other. I locked my legs around his neck and squeezed as my juices flowed like a river. I was totally lost in bliss. My pussy was starving like Marvin. I was hungry for some dick. Since he was my man I wanted to return the favor.
I pulled him up toward me. I almost busted out laughing; his lips were shining like Armor All Tire Shine. Actually, it was kind of cute and a major turn-on. I got on my knees, making my way to his zipper. I slid his chocolate-delight dick through his boxers.
First, I kissed his head, before taking him whole into my mouth. I licked all over his dick like I was sucking on a lollipop. I spit on his dick, lubricating it before it slid down my throat.
When his hand grabbed the back of my head, it turned me on just that much more. My pussy was still leaking as I bobbed up and down on his dick.
“Hmmmm.” I gagged, trying to swallow his dick whole. His head was so deep down my throat, tickling my tonsils. My mouth slid up and down his dick, making gooshie sounds. I inserted two of my fingers into my wet pussy, fingering myself while slurping up and down his dick. I felt his veins growing. I knew he was about to bust and my blood flowed through my body as I was about to masturbate on my fingers.
“Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh,” I screamed as I released myself at the same time, nearly choking on his thick, creamy cum. I made sure I didn’t waste any seed. I licked and sucked him dry.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sheika
So we were supposed to be closer than sisters, or so I thought. But London’s ass was holding out on us. Nay and I always kept it one hundred with that bitch, but she didn’t do the same. See, ever since we became friends, this bitch behaved like she was the head of us. My hatred for her was getting str
onger by the day, but there’s no way I could tell her that. I didn’t have no money, and no job. The bitch wore the latest designer clothes, which I could borrow whenever I wanted to, so I kept that bitch close so I could continue using her ass. The shit made me sick when she got to bragging about how much money dude was spending on her. She was careful not to mention his name, which kind of made me suspicious. As close as we were, I knew there was a reason why she was hiding him; and my mission was to find out why.
I knew it was her so-called secret nigga who had called her on the phone. It was a pattern: every time this nigga called, she would find a reason to leave.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Nay as soon as London walked off.
“Bitch, I’m going in the house. It’s too fucking hot out here. I’ll catch up wit’ y’all bitches later.”
“A’ight, bitch. See ya.” I watched as Nay walked off.
I hurriedly walked in the direction London went. I knew she didn’t go home so I walked toward the front of the complex. I glimpsed her standing by the entrance, talking on her phone. I stood back so she couldn’t see me, but I pushed my head a little so I could see what was going on.
After a few minutes, I saw an orange car pull up. She opened the car door and went inside. I knew that car from somewhere. I tapped my head, trying to remember. I tried breaking my neck to see who the driver was, but the windows were tinted and I couldn’t see inside. I watched as they drove off. My heart raced faster as jealousy spewed through my veins.
I took one last look and walked off. Why was it that this bitch lucked out on a nigga with money? I knew for sure she was a ho and she wasn’t a good bitch. Niggas kill me with that shit. They will pass up us good girls for bitches they can’t even bring home to meet their mamas.
One day, I swore, I was going to get me a nigga with long pockets who was gonna move me out of these fucking projects. Look at this shit, I thought as I took a long look at my environment. I was so ready to go. I was tired of living with my motherfucking mama. The bitch got on my damn nerves for real, she and that nigga I despised with everything in me. Something had to give. I thought of going back to school to get a degree in nursing one day.
Something got to give, I thought as I opened the door to the house. I prepared myself mentally to make it from the front door to my room.
CHAPTER SIX
Ajanay
I was tired from smoking all that weed, and Richmond’s heat index was 106 degrees today so it made me extra lazy. Man, I love warm weather, but this shit was too damn much. My complexion was getting darker with each day I spent outside.
Instead of going home, I decided to go over to Creighton Court. I really didn’t mesh well with Creighton bitches, but my homegirl I went to school with lived there. I parked my car and got out. I saw a bunch of niggas standing by the corner of the first building. I wasn’t in the mood to entertain these niggas today. I walked past them without even looking in their direction. I let out a long sigh after I know I was far away from them.
“Yo, shawty,” I heard a male’s voice holler as I walked to my friend’s building. I pretended like I didn’t hear, because truthfully I don’t answer to “shawty” because that’s not my damn name.
“Shawty! Hold up.” I heard his yell getting closer to me.
I turned around to see who this stalker was. “May I help you?” I asked with my arms folded and my face balled up. I was kind of careful because these Creighton niggas were known for robbing, and it didn’t matter if you were a female or not.
“Damn, shawty, drop the attitude! I’ve never seen you over here before. Do you live around here?”
“No, I ain’t from around here; and let me find out you know everybody who lives over here.”
“Well, basically, this my hood, so I try to know everybody who lives here.”
I was about to respond, but I heard my friend’s voice. “Nay, bitch, you had me scared. I know I saw your car pull up, but I didn’t see you.”
“I was coming, boo, but this dude got in my way,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, hey, Amir,” Melody said.
“What up, B? This yo’ peoples?”
“Yes, this my bitch Nay. We went to school together,” Melody said in an upbeat mood. I was curious to know why this bitch was cheesing like she had won the lottery.
“Well, Melody, you need to hook me up, ’cause I’m feeling yo’ girl.” He looked at me and smiled.
“I got you, boo,” she said like I wasn’t standing there.
“A’ight, yo! Nice to meet you, beautiful, even though you wasn’t too friendly.”
I smiled but didn’t say a word. I looked at Melody for an explanation. “Who the hell is that?”
“That is the one and only Amir.” She started cheesing again.
“And who the fuck is he?”
“Bitch, that’s the head nigga ’round here. He controls everything that goes on around here. His hands are in every- and anything. That nigga is paid, bitchhhhhhh,” she emphasized.
“I don’t care nothing about him being paid. A nigga need to come at me correct or don’t come at all.”
“Well, bitch, I say you freaking crazy ’cause that nigga is the shit; and do you know how many bitches would kill just to have him?”
“It may be so, but I’m Nay, not those other bitches. The shit that impress these hoes don’t move me at all.”
“I hear you, bitch. Come on, let’s go in my apartment. Did you lock your car up?”
“Hell yeah, bitch. I know how they get down over here.”
We continued talking as we walked to the mailbox and then to her house. That dude kind of stayed on my mind even though I behaved like I wasn’t impressed. I was curious to find out more about him, but I wasn’t that kind of chick who chased after dudes. I didn’t plan on starting now.
My bitch cooked and we laughed and talked about all kind of bullshit. It was getting dark, so I decided to bounce. I didn’t want night to catch me over in Creighton. Yes, I knew I lived in the projects too, but most of those niggas knew me. These two projects were rivals and I didn’t want to get caught up in some shit that had nothing to do with me.
Melody walked me halfway and then walked back to her house. I got to my car without incident. I opened my car and was about to get in, when I heard the same voice from earlier.
“See? I was protecting your ride.” He smiled.
This time, his white teeth caught my attention. This nigga was black as charcoal, but he had a smooth skin tone. He was dressed in a pair of True Religion jeans with a white wife beater. I wasn’t sure what kind of sneakers he was wearing, but he was neatly groomed.
“Hmmm, what do you want?”
“Damn, I love that question. Shawty, I want you.”
“First off, my name is not shawty. It’s Ajanay,” I said in a serious tone.
“My bad, Ajanay. I’m Amir.”
I looked at him, wondering what the fuck this nigga wanted from me. “Listen, it’s nice to meet you, Amir, but I need to get the fuck from around here. It’s dark and I heard a lot of stories about things that take place around here after dark.”
“Man, relax. You’re out here with me. Trust me, baby girl, no harm can come your way. By the way, where is home?”
I thought about it long and hard before I responded. “Whitcomb Court.”
“Oh, okay.” He shrugged his shoulder.
“What’s that for?”
“Nah, nothing. Anyway, before you go, can I get your number?”
“You shrugged ’cause I said I’m from Whitcomb. So why are still interested in my number?” I quizzed.
“Ha-ha. I see you a smart ass, too. I love that, Ajanay. But I’m pretty sure you already know we’ont fuck with them niggas over there. But I’m interested in you and I ain’t worried ’bout no nigga.”
“Oh, okay.” I wondered if I should give this dude my number. He was cute and kind of intriguing. I blurted it out.
“Gotcha. I’m calling
you now.” By the time he said that, my phone was ringing.
I pressed ignore and then saved the number in front of him. Everything in me was telling me not to save that damn number, because this nigga could be trouble. But the hardheaded Ajanay was not easily intimidated; and it was kind of cute how persistent he was.
“A’ight, little mama, get at a nigga and be safe out there.”
“Okay,” I said. I got in my car and pulled off.
I looked in my rearview mirror and saw he was still standing there. I brought my attention back to the street and cut my music up. K. Michelle’s CD was giving me life right about now. I drove down the street, singing word for word her song “Got Em Like.”
I was in a great mood all of sudden and truthfully I had no idea why. I was loving it, though, and could only hope it continued like this.
My phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID. It was Sheika. “Ay, bitch, what’s up?”
“Nada. I thought you was home. Damn, where y’all bitches at?” she quizzed.
“I’m on my way from Creighton and I haven’t seen London since she left earlier. Did you call her?”
“Yeah, I called her, but she ain’t picking up. You know how she do whenever she’s with her secret nigga. Anyway, hit me up when you get over here.”
“A’ight.” I hung the phone up, but I was a little bit bothered by the way Sheika had been acting toward London. Like she was salty that London had a nigga who kept her laced out. I hadn’t mentioned it to London because I knew how her attitude was, and I didn’t want them beefing. It was starting to seem more like jealousy on Sheika’s end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
London
We chilled for a few hours, just talking about our future. I knew I loved him and wanted to be with him, but seriously I’d seen what my mother went through dating a dope boy. I wasn’t ready to deal with all the drama that came with being a dope boy’s wifey. He was still pressing the issue about me having his baby. I knew that I couldn’t keep lying like this. I just hoped he’d drop the topic soon because I felt shitty lying to him like this.
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