Little Miami Girl: Antonia and Jahiem's Love Story

by Diamond Johnson

  She may have been afraid of her auntie, but I promise didn’t a bitch alive put fear in my heart, so I wasn’t worried about her aunt trying to start some slick shit with me. I could tell that I was really feeling this girl because I was missing out on money today, just to spend it with her. Money wasn’t an issue because my father had left myself, Shaniqua, and my mother with enough money to last us a lifetime, plus the money I made with my business. But I was a greedy nigga, so there was nothing wrong with making more money.

  Right now, I was coming from over my mother’s house. I couldn’t cook for shit, so on Saturday mornings I would always drop by her house because I knew that she would be cooking breakfast. Ten minutes later, I pulled my car up to the apartments where Antonia stayed and I hadn’t even parked my car yet when I noticed that she had started walking to the car. I also noticed that she was holding her arm as if she were in pain, and the cut she had on her top lip, wasn’t there yesterday when I saw her. I shook my head and popped the locks for her to get in the car.

  “Before we go anywhere, can we go to Jackson Memorial hospital first?” she asked me as soon as she closed the door. I looked over at her and a nigga couldn’t just keep quiet this time, I had to say something.

  “What happened to you? Why you holding your arm like that?” I asked her as I pulled my car out of the parking lot.

  “I slipped and fell out of the shower,” she told me.

  I felt like she was lying. “Don’t do that, Antonia! You either going to tell the truth or just tell me that you don’t want to answer the question, but that lying shit isn’t going to work with me,” I told her.

  This was the first time since I’ve known her that I’ve raised my voice at her.

  “I’m really telling you the truth. I slipped and fell out of the shower,” she said, looking over at me.

  “What about the cut on your face? How did you get that one because it wasn’t there yesterday, either?” I asked and she turned in her seat, facing the window, ignoring my question.

  I sucked my teeth, turned the radio up, and tuned her out too. I didn’t want to snap on her ass on her birthday, but damn, couldn’t she see that a nigga cared about her ass? I wasn’t trying to be nosey by asking all of these questions, but I was asking because I wanted to know, so I could deal with whoever it was that was doing it, even though I had an idea who it was.

  We made it to the hospital and I parked in the emergency room parking lot. Once we got out of the car, we walked in and Antonia signed herself in. We were only waiting for about a good ten minutes before they went ahead and called us to the back. First they checked Antonia’s weight and her height and then they put us in a room. I sat on a nearby chair while Antonia sat down on the bed. I was still very much pissed off with her ass for lying and ignoring me, so I still wasn’t saying anything to her.

  “Good morning, Ms. Taylor, I’m Doctor Smith. What seems to be the problem today?” a blonde haired, blue eyed doctor said, coming into the room. She looked to be in her early thirties.

  “I don’t know for sure, but I think that my arm is broken,” Antonia told her.

  The doctor chuckled and then walked over to Antonia. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be so calm right now if your arm was broken because you would be in a lot of pain. If anything, it may just be sprained. Go ahead and take your sweater off so I can take a look at it,” Doctor Smith told Antonia and I watched as Antonia’s eyes hesitantly scanned mine and then the doctor’s.

  That’s when I realized that it was damn near one hundred degrees outside and this girl was walking around with a damn sweater on.

  Antonia, with the help of the doctor, came out of her sweater. Once it was off, she was only in her bra. Her body had so many fresh whelps on it that she looked like she could have been the main character in twelve years a slave. I couldn’t stand to see that shit, so I sucked my teeth and walked out of the room. I could hear the doctor saying something to Antonia as I was leaving, but I couldn’t make out her words. I walked out of the hospital and got back into my car. I needed a damn blunt to deal with this shit, so I reached into my ashtray and pulled out my blunt that I was puffing on earlier this morning and lit it. I reclined my seat back and just let the herbs take me away.

  Two minutes into the blunt, I could feel my phone vibrating in my Nike joggers. I pulled it out and when I looked down, I saw that it was Tynesha calling me. I didn’t have time for her shit today, so I ignored the phone call. But damn, she continued to call a nigga repeatedly. I answered this time, putting the phone on speaker.

  “What?” I spat into the phone.

  “Where are you?” she questioned me as if I were a child or some shit. I understand that she was two years older than me, but that didn’t mean shit.

  “Fuck you questioning me for like you’re my bitch or something? I’m out, what do you want?” I asked her.

  I was annoyed as hell at the moment, and hearing Tynesha’s loud ass voice in my ear wasn’t making the situation any better.

  “So, I heard that you were hanging with that little ass girl yesterday! You rather leave all of this that I have waiting on you to go and babysit that little bitch! Hoe barely got titties, and when she opened her mouth to speak, I could still smell Similac on her breath!” Tynesha said, taking plenty of shots.

  First her sister called Antonia out of her name, now Tynesha, I promise you that Antonia wasn’t going to be too many more bitches and hoes. It also didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Meccah had told Tynesha that she saw me yesterday with Antonia on the beach.

  “Ay, watch your fuckin mouth talking about her like that because I’ll call your ass some shit that’ll hurt your fuckin’ feelings! Fuck with me, Tynesha, if you want to,” I threatened.

  She had some damn nerve to fix her lips and call Antonia a hoe, when her body count was just as high as mine was. I knew plenty of niggas that fucked her, but that didn’t stop me because at the end of the day, she wasn’t my girl, and I had no damn feelings for her in no type of way. I fucked with her off the strength of her knowing how to suck a mean dick and perform tricks on it as well, but shit, she wasn’t the only bitch in Miami with a pussy, so I could easily cut her off.

  “Damn, so you really feeling her then? What do you even see in that little bitch?” she said and I could hear the hate radiating through the phone.

  “She fuck with a nigga because of who I am not because of the shit that I have! She not calling me every other day asking me for money, and she could give two fucks about the latest shoes or clothes that came out. She too busy trying to bust out these A’s in school, plus she’s beautiful as hell. That’s what the fuck I see in that little bitch,” I said and then ended the phone call.

  I blocked Tynesha’s number for now because I didn’t want to risk her calling back while Antonia was around me. I didn’t want her to think that I had left the room, just so I could talk on my phone.

  After about fifteen more minutes, Antonia came out with a sling on her arm. I watched as her eyes scanned the parking lot and then they landed on my car. She looked both ways before crossing and then she made her way over. I unlocked the car door for her and she climbed inside.

  “What did she say?” I asked her, reaching over her to put her seatbelt on for her.

  “Had you stayed, you would know,” she said with an attitude.

  I chuckled because she was finally finding her voice and I liked that.

  “Yeah, whatever, so what happened?” I asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Nothing, it was sprained and she gave me some Ibuprofen for the pain. Why did you leave in the first place?” she asked me.

  “You know why, Antonia, so please don’t play stupid,” I told her.

  “I get it. You’re just like everyone else. You’re ashamed of me and that’s why you walked away!” she said and I quickly swerved the car into the turning lane and threw on my hazard lights.

  “Don’t you ever let no dumb shit like that come out of your mouth
again, girl! What the fuck type of reason would I have to be ashamed of you? I walked away out of respect for your feelings! I knew for a fact that if I would have stayed a minute longer, I would have been paying your auntie a visit and you would have gone home and found her with a bullet between her eyes!” I spat.

  I could tell that I had scared Antonia because her eyes were big as saucers and tears sprang from her eyes. I wasn’t trying to scare her at all, but I was damn sure trying to prove to her that I cared so much that I would off anybody in her life who I felt was a problem.

  “Calm down. I ain’t mean to raise my voice. It’s your birthday and we shouldn’t be arguing,” I said, switching up my approach on the way I was handling things.

  She wiped her face with her good hand and I leaned over and kissed her forehead. I looked over at the side mirror, made sure no cars were coming, and then I joined back in with the traffic.

  “Where you want to go? It’s your day. Nothing is off limits for you today. Anything you want, and it’s on me,” I told her and she smiled.

  “Okay, turn back around. Where I want to go is that way,” she said.

  I made an illegal ass U-turn in the middle of the road and she directed me on how to get to whatever it was that she was talking about. We drove for about ten minutes and then she had me pulling into a shopping plaza.

  “The store is right there,” she told me.

  I looked up and this girl had pointed to a damn uniform store. I looked at her and chuckled.

  “Really, why you want to come here?” I asked, looking at her ass like she was crazy. I’ll admit that I wasn’t expecting her to bring us here at all.

  “You said anything I wanted, and I want some new school uniforms. I been wearing the same uniform since my freshman year,” she said, taking off her seatbelt.

  I shook my head and we both got out of the car. We walked up to the door and I opened it for the two of us. Once we were inside, she walked over to the pants, told me her size and I picked her out two pair of black pants, navy blue, and khaki. Once we had the pants, we went over to the shirts and I got her about ten shirts and a sweater for school. We went up to the cash register and I paid for everything.

  “What else?” I asked her, once we had gotten into the car.

  “Okay, go that way,” she said.

  She wouldn’t tell me where the hell we were going, she would just point shit out, making me guess where the hell we were going. About ten minutes later, we pulled up into an another shopping plaza. She showed me where to park, and this time, we were in front of Foot Locker.

  This girl right here, I thought to myself. We both got out and once we were inside the store, we went over to the Converse.

  “These, in a size four. I need new shoes for school,” she said, handing me a pair of all black Converse.

  I looked down at her, shook my head, and gently moved her out of the way. I started telling the sales representative to get anything that I thought would look good on her feet in a size four.

  Once she brought back all of the shoes, I went up front and paid for them, carrying all of her bags. This time, she had to open the door for me because my hands were full. I placed all of the shopping bags in the trunk and got inside.

  “What else?” I asked her.

  She laughed. “Nothing now, you just bought me almost every shoe in there, and I only needed one, but thank you so much though. All I needed was new uniforms and a new pair of shoes. I get tired of the constant stares from Tacarra and her friends,” Antonia said.

  “So, nothing else? No new clothes and stuff for when you go out? None of that shit that you girls like?” I asked her in shock. I never had to beg a woman to get something when it came down to treating them.

  “Go out where? Only place I ever go is to school, the library, and work,” she confessed and I nodded my head.

  Well, I had a few things that I wanted to do for her. So, for the remainder of the day, she got spoiled. I swear my niggas would have clowned me if they saw me today with Antonia, sitting up in the hair salon and nail salon, waiting on her. We even went to the mall and she picked up a few outfits. I wasn’t trying to change Antonia at all, but I loved when she wore her hair straight, so I had taken her to a Dominican hair salon that my mom and sister go to and she had gotten her hair washed and now it was straight, making her look like a mini version of Lauren London. Now, we were on the way to my crib, just to chill out for a little bit and then I was going to take her out later.

  This would be Antonia’s first time at my house. Hell, it would be the first time any other female, aside from my mom or my sister had been to my house. My trust issues were fucked up like that, but I knew that I could trust Antonia for some reason, even if she felt like she couldn’t trust me.

  We pulled up to my four bedroom, three-bathroom home, out on Star island. I had paid a grip for this house, but I wanted to do something good with my money and not go and buy some dumb shit. I parked the car and both of us got out.

  “Someone is here?” Antonia asked because she saw two other cars in my circular driveway. I had my all black Ram 2500 parked and the new 2016 red Mustang.

  “No, those are my cars too. Come on, let’s go inside the house,” I said because she was staring at the cars in shock.

  We walked into my house. I gave her a tour and her eyes were like a kid walking into the candy store for the very first time. “Wow, your house is beautiful. I dream of having my own place like this. Why do you be in the hood so much, then? If I lived here, I would never go back there,” Antonia confessed as we walked in my room.

  She took off her shoes and laid down on her back.

  “Can’t forget where you came from, lil’ mama,” I told her as I pulled my shirt over my head. I watched as her eyes lustfully stared at my body and I smirked at her reaction.

  After getting herself together, she finally replied. “Well, I wouldn’t want to remember where I came from. I would want to forget about it all,” she told me.

  I nodded my head because I knew what she was trying to say. I turned on the TV in my room and handed her the remote. After putting the TV on BET, we both got comfortable in the bed. I was way out of my comfort zone right now because I had never been no cuddling ass nigga. Then again, I had never been the type of nigga to sit in the hair salon and watch a female get their hair done either. I chucked lightly because this girl had me looking like a bitch out here.

  “Let me see what color you did your toes,” I told Antonia.

  She reached up with her good hand and removed her socks. She had some pretty little feet. No corns or nothing. She had gotten them painted cocaine white, just like her fingernails. I smiled, showing my appreciation of her feet. I swear I had a foot fetish, so any female rocking with me had to keep her shit done all the time.

  “You like them?” Antonia asked, smiling down at me.

  “Yeah, I like them” I told her, putting one of her feet in my hand and rubbing it.

  “What else do you like?” she shot, catching me by surprise. She was just full of surprises today.

  “What am I supposed to like?” I asked her, still with her foot in my hands.

  “Do you like me?” she asked me, looking me dead in the eyes.

  “You aight,” I said, causing her to laugh.

  “Whatever. You kissed me yesterday like you liked me,” she said, causing me to laugh this time.

  “I kissed you or you kissed me?” I asked her.

  She shrugged and I put her foot down and climbed up to her. I placed my hands on either side of her and put my face directly in front of her. “Go ahead. Do what you wanna do,” I told her and she lifted her head up and put her soft lips against mine.

  This time, the kiss was way more intense than yesterday, and my dick felt like it was about to burst out of my joggers. Yesterday, I could tell that Antonia wasn’t as experienced at kissing, but today, she had stepped her game up. While kissing her, I spread her legs apart and got between them.

  “Le
t me just touch her,” I told her, referring to her pussy.

  She looked at me hesitantly and then she nodded her head. I untied her sweats and pulled them down, along with her panties. I put my hands on her pussy and her body shuddered at my touch. I softly rubbed her clit in a circular motion and she threw her had back in awe. Her ass was so damn wet, making my dick that much harder. She tried to reach for my pants, but I stopped her.

  “You ain’t ready for that, yet,” I told her.

  She put her hand back down and closed her eyes as I made her body feel good with my fingers. I stuck my middle finger in her and she jumped at my touch. She was so damn wet and tight that shit was crazy. She allowed me to fuck her with my fingers as I used my thumb to play with her clit.

  “Mmmmm, Jahh,” she released the sexiest moan that I had ever heard in my life.

  I have made plenty of bitches feel good and heard plenty of bitches moan out loud, but Antonia’s shit was special. Shit was like music to my ears. I leaned up and sucked on her neck as she gyrated her hips against my fingers.

  “Shitttt… that feels so good,” she screamed.

  A few seconds later, she let out a stream of juices on my finger. I pulled my finger out of her and licked my fingers clean. She threw her head back and I lay down next to her.

  “Have her shaved next time for me,” I said, kissing her on her lips.

  She nodded her head and next thing I knew, she was knocked out. Damn, she had tapped out off of getting fingered alone. Imagine what she would do once she got this dick in her life.

  Chapter 15: Tacarra

  It was Monday morning and all of the seniors were in the auditorium because we had a meeting this morning to discuss grad bash, senior breakfast, and prom. I was sitting in the middle of the auditorium and we had yet to see Antonia walk inside. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she walked her ass into the auditorium in crutches because I knew for a fact that her auntie had put a hurting on her ass.