by Mark Anthony
“Angie, you know BK?” I asked.
Angie shook her head no, and I was going to introduce them but BK spoke up.
“I don’t know nothing about what?”
“About this,” I said as I took my hand out of my jeans and tapped on my ass with my right hand. “You wouldn’t know what to do with this!”
I could tell that I had caught BK off guard simply by the way that I had made him blush. Angie began smiling and giggling with embarrassment.
“You hear this chick?” BK asked while tapping his homeboy on the shoulder.
“Don’t ask him, because he wouldn’t know what to do with this either. Y’all can’t handle this,” I said and smiled as I sashayed my way out of the bodega, sucking on my blow pop. I instructed Angie to follow right behind me.
“Shayla, you know this dick right here would have yo ass speaking in tongues!” BK bragged while grabbing his crotch.
I didn’t respond right away and I began to walk in the direction of East 103rd Street, where my house was located.
“Angie, call me later,” I said to her, being that she lived in and was heading in the opposite direction, toward East Ninety-fourth Street.
“You better tell your girl to watch her mouth,” BK said to Angie as she went about her business.
“She a big girl, she can handle herself,” Angie said, speaking up for me.
As I waited at the light to cross the street, BK yelled out to me, “Shayla, I’m gonna have to come check for you if you keep talking that shit you talking.”
I just looked at BK and smiled and then I crossed the street as the light had turned in my favor. For the past two days straight I had been in a horny-ass mood. On that particular day when I was in school my pussy had been jumping and throbbing all day long. I knew that as soon as I got home I was gonna head right to my room and get busy masturbating.
When I was about a block away from the bodega something came over me and it was telling me to call BK’s bluff. Another part of me was telling me to just leave BK alone and go home. Unfortunately it was my hoochie side that won out. Without hesitation I turned my fast ass around and walked back in the direction of the bodega. I could see BK still standing around kicking it with his boy.
“BK!” I yelled out to him, but I couldn’t get his attention.
“BK!” I shouted out a little louder this time. The traffic had stopped moving as the light turned red so BK was better able to hear me.
“Come here for a minute!” I yelled to him as I gestured with my hand for him to come across the street. I was hoping that his boy didn’t come across the street with him, and thankfully he stayed put.
BK walked right up to me. He was wearing the 40 Below Timberland boots and he also had on a Triple F.A.T Goose. He had gold fronts in his mouth and he looked a lot like the rapper Big Daddy Kane, only he was shorter and stockier than Kane.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“You tell me?” I said as I put my hand on my hip and began cracking my gum from the blow pop.
BK just looked at me and it took him a moment to catch on. But by his next question I could tell that he knew what vibe I was giving off.
“So what’s up with all that shit you was talking a minute ago?” he asked.
“I’m just saying, I don’t think you could handle this,” I said as part of me was feeling a bit nervous. “I mean, you be talking shit to me everyday, so what’s up?”
“What’s up?” BK asked as a smile appeared across his face.
“Do I gotta spell it out for you?” I said as I sucked my teeth. “Like I said, you can’t handle this.” I then began walking away from him. And in my mind I was saying to myself, I know this nigga ain’t scared of my ass.
“Shayla, I ain’t trying to go jail behind no pussy.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and I told BK where I lived and that I was a big girl and he didn’t have to worry about no bullshit.
“If you as live as everyone says you are then just come to the side door in like a half an hour and ring the bell,” I instructed BK while testing his manhood just a little.
BK was definitely starting to look like he was scared and like he was gonna front on me. He had that tough thug look but he was coming across like a straight punk-ass sucker.
“So what’s up? You gonna come by or what?”
“You drink?” he asked.
I simply sucked my teeth because I couldn’t believe that here I was trying to give this nigga some free pussy and he was straight acting like a bitch.
“BK, if you coming through just come in like a half hour!” I said, raising my voice in frustration before I walked off and headed home.
When I got home I noticed that the house was really quiet and I wondered if Vera was home. I searched the house and I found her in the den watching TV.
“Hey Vera,” I said real nonchalantly.
“Hi,” she responded, looking really sleepy.
We didn’t have the type of relationship where we would sit and kick it with each other so I proceeded to go about my business and I didn’t say anything else to Vera. I was contemplating telling her that a friend of mine was getting ready to come over but I decided against it because I didn’t want her guard up. If I didn’t say anything and just let BK come inside, I felt that I could easily sneak him in and out without Vera even knowing what was what.
After I had been home for about twenty minutes I decided to wait near the side door so that if BK showed up he wouldn’t have to ring the bell at all.
I had switched into some white leggings and regular T-shirt and I had on some pink ankle socks with the pom-pom balls on them. I stood by the side door with the main door open and the glass screen door closed. There was a cold draft due to the cold weather. I started to shiver as I waited for BK to arrive. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait for too long because BK actually didn’t front and he showed up at my side door as we had planned.
“Don’t ring the bell!” I said in a whisper as I opened the screen door so BK could see me.
BK had showed up with his same homeboy who was with him at the bodega.
What the hell is he doing here? I wanted to ask but I didn’t.
“Go in the basement and just chill for a minute,” I instructed BK and his homeboy.
My heart was beating kind of fast because the reality of what I was planning to do had just sunk in. Plus, I had to think about what the hell I was gonna do about BK’s boy. Like was I just gonna let him chill in the basement while I snuck BK upstairs? All kinds of thoughts were running through my head, but my first order of business was to try to isolate Vera so that I could sneak BK upstairs to my room.
I headed to the den and I noticed that Vera had actually fallen asleep in the chair that she was sitting in. I got excited because I knew that that was exactly what I needed. As I headed back toward my basement I realized that bringing BK back up to my room might be a mistake. Vera might hear us and wake up. She also might hear the creaking in the floor if we were to go in my room and try to get busy. So my basement proved to be the best spot.
My basement was done up very nice with a bar, a Jacuzzi, wall-to-wall carpet, a nice sectional sofa, and a huge entertainment center. So chilling down there wouldn’t be a problem as long as Vera stayed sleep. As I headed back to the basement I was trying to figure out what to do with BK’s homeboy. I quickly came to the conclusion that I would have to discreetly tell BK to tell his boy that he had to leave.
“Sorry, y’all,” I said to BK and his friend as I made it back to the basement. “I had to lock my dog in the bathroom.”
“Here. You drink, right?” BK asked me as he handed me an ice-cold forty-ounce bottle of Olde English malt liquor.
I didn’t drink but I decided to just go with the flow and I took a swig of the beer. I hated the taste but I didn’t let my facial expression show my disgust. I simply sat down on the sofa and played everything cool. I explained that my housekeeper was upstairs asleep so we had to keep our voices d
own so she wake.
BK nodded his head to acknowledge my comment. Then he took a real long guzzle from the forty before handing it back to me. His friend had his own forty that he was drinking.
I took another swig from the forty. This time the swig was longer than the first swig that I had taken and it actually didn’t taste as bitter as the first swig had tasted.
I rested the bottle on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa that the three of us were sitting on. Before I could blink, BK had pushed up on me. He started kissing on my neck and rubbing his hand on my thighs and before I knew it his hand was underneath my shirt and he was playing with my titties.
My nipples were my most sensitive spot on my body. As soon as BK’s hands made contact with my nipples, my pussy started to jump and I could feel my shit getting wet.
BK then tried to kiss me and I kissed him back but in my head I was still thinking about his friend and how it was time for his friend to bounce. Before I could say anything, BK’s friend had his hand between my legs and he stated rubbing on my pussy.
“Emmmhh,” I moaned as BK kept kissing me. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue and that kind of turned me on and made me kiss him even harder. I wanted to stop kissing him and tell him to tell his friend that it wasn’t that type of party but I kept my mouth shut and just went with the flow.
Soon all of my clothes were off and BK and his friend had removed their pants and their jackets but they kept on the shirts that they were wearing. BK and his friend both had nice bodies and they were both packing about the same size.
“I gotta tap this first,” BK remarked as he stroked his dick and gently turned me around so that he could enter me from the back.
My pussy was wet as hell and BK slid right in with no problem. I gasped as soon as he slid inside of me because it felt so good. I actually wanted to scream and let myself loose but I knew that Vera was upstairs and the last thing I needed was for her to come downstairs.
BK grabbed hold of a fistful of my hair and he yanked my head backward while he pumped his dick inside of me as hard as he could.
“Yeah, talk that shit now!” BK playfully taunted me as he fucked me. “Can I handle this pussy or what?” he asked me.
I couldn’t believe how good BK felt inside of me. Joyce’s male friends who I had had sex with in the past didn’t feel as good as BK’s dick was feeling at that moment.
“Whose pussy is this?” BK asked me as he let go of my hair and slapped me hard on my right butt cheek.
“It’s yours!” I replied while still trying to keep my voice down.
BK’s friend was still standing next to me stroking his dick but with all of the porno movies that I had seen I knew exactly what to do in a situation like that. I reached out, grabbed hold of his dick, and without asking, I began sucking it as BK continued to fuck me from behind.
About a minute later I was so turned on and I could feel myself about to cum so I began backing my ass up into BK’s dick and working my hips until I came. When I came, I couldn’t help but moan and gasp. I knew that I was making too much noise because my cocker spaniel that was locked inside the first-floor bathroom started doing this howling bark sound like he was a damn wolf or some shit.
Thirty seconds or so after I came BK pulled out of my pussy and shot his cum all over my back. When he came it was like he had to let the whole world know that he was cumming.
“Shhhh!” I said as I turned and held my finger to my mouth to try and silence BK.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” BK shouted out as loud as hell.
“Mike, come get this pussy,” BK said to his homeboy.
What was weird is that his boy was about to fuck me and that was actually the first time that I even knew what the hell his name was.
So Mike came up from behind me and just as he got the tip of his dick inside of me, Vera came down the steps and scared the shit out of me as she started hollering like she’d lost her damn mind.
“Shayla! Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!” Vera screamed.
“Oh shit,” BK and Mike screamed as they scrambled to put on their pants.
“Vera!” I yelled.
“Shayla, get these guys out of this house. Do you know your father will kill you? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Vera continued to vent. She was West Indian but her accent wasn’t that thick and for the most part she spoke pretty proper.
BK and Mike had their pants halfway on as they scooped up their boots and coats and fumbled their way up the stairs, tripping over each other and making their way out the door in haphazard fashion.
My heart was beating with fear. I was also embarrassed at the fact that I had been caught. As I scrambled to put on my clothes I also instinctively got mad as hell at Vera because I felt like who the hell was she to be telling me what to do in my house? After all, she was just the fucking maid, for crying out loud.
“Vera, you need to mind your damn business,” I yelled as I had gathered my things and began making my way up the steps and out of the basement.
“Your father is gonna kick your little ass. What is wrong with you? Shayla, you’re only thirteen years old.”
“Vera, mind your damn business,” I screamed from the top of the steps as I stormed up to my bedroom.
I knew that my father would kick my ass if Vera told him what had happened, so I grabbed a towel that was laying on my bed and wiped down my entire body. I threw my clothes on and made my way back downstairs. I decided to see if I could reason with Vera in my own irrational way.
“Vera, look. I’m sorry for cursing at you but you don’t need to worry about me and there is no reason for you to say anything to my father.”
“No reason to say anything to your father? Shayla, you was just having sex on your father’s sofa. How do I not say anything to him? You’re only thirteen years old. You ain’t grown!”
“Uggghhhh. Oh my God,” I barked. “Vera, I wasn’t even doing anything so I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”
Vera just paused and looked at me like I was crazy and deranged.
“You wasn’t doing anything?”
“I mean, so what? I was just kissing a boy and his friend was here with him. Big fucking deal.”
“Shayla, you know you was doing more than just kissing. And watch your mouth when you’re talking to me.”
“Watch my mouth? You ain’t my fucking mother.”
“You goddamn right I ain’t,” Vera said in a real patronizing way.
I wanted to just rush her and start whipping her ass but I checked myself. I shook my head and just blew some air out of my lungs. I tried to figure out just what the heck I was gonna do, and more importantly, what the hell was I gonna tell my father?
After all of the times that I had masturbated and watched pornography and used my vibrator and had sex with Joyce either one-on-one or with her different male friends, I had never been caught and I kind of thought that I never would get caught. Unfortunately my number had been called and I had been busted red-handed with a hot dick in my pussy. I just knew that my father was gonna kick my ass when he came home.
After trying to reason with Vera to no avail, I could hear her on the phone dialing my father in an attempt to relay to him what had just transpired.
I was starting to hyperventilate with worry. I realized that there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do to change what I had done but right then and there I decided that I was going to straight flat-out deny everything that Vera was gonna claim. Yeah, I was going to make it seem like she was just out to get me and cause a rift between me and my father. I had to put the ball in my father’s lap and make him decide who the hell was he gonna believe.
Was he gonna believe his daughter, his only child, his own flesh and blood that he hardly ever was home to see, or was he gonna believe some illegal immigrant maid bitch that he was fucking who barely had a couple of months history with him?
Time was gonna tell.
My father
would probably come home to deal with me as soon as Vera made contact with him. I knew that there was nothing that I could do to control that. So I just grabbed my Walkman, put on my headphones, pressed the play button, made my way to my room. I locked the door, plopped down on my bed, listened to Salt-N-Pepa and hoped for the best.
Chapter Five
Do As I Say—Not As I Do
Although it was barely approaching six o’clock in the evening, being that it was wintertime, it was already dark outside. I didn’t turn on my television or any lights in my room. Instead, I chose to just lay on my bed in total darkness with a defiant attitude. The volume on my Walkman was turned up as loud as it could go. I turned it up that loud because it was my way of shutting out the rest of the world, allowing me to just lay and chill and be totally by myself.
As loud as the music was I was actually surprised that I’d dozed off. I was even more surprised at what woke me up. When I woke up I couldn’t hear a thing other than the music that was coming through the headphones. Yet I literally felt the vibration of my house shaking from what felt like the front door being slammed. It snapped me out of the slumber that I was in. I quickly removed the headphones from my ears, sat up on the bed and nervously listened until I was able to hear my father’s voice and confirm that he had indeed just come home.
I could hear Vera talking all animated and out of character and I knew that she was dropping dime on me. Then I heard my father’s voice again and after a moment or so I heard complete silence. I prepared for the storm that I knew was about to come up the steps.
I blew air out of my lungs, closed my eyes, put my headphones on, and just waited. Sure enough after about two minutes or so I could hear my father banging on my bedroom door, but I just laid there in the dark with my heart beating fast as hell and I ignored his knocks.
“Shayla, I know you hear me! Now open up this goddamn door!”
Just chill, just chill, I told myself as I tried to relax.
“Shayla!”
I continued to ignore my father.
The next thing I knew the door was violently bursting open from the force of my father’s boot kicking it open. Light from the hallway partially filled my room and I could see my father’s imposing muscular six-feet-four-inch frame briskly coming at me.
