by Natavia
“Thank you, Rochelle. It was nice meeting you,” I said. She didn’t want me to call her by her last name because it made her feel old.
“Nice meeting you too. I like her, Cayman. Y’all two have fun,” Rochelle said before she walked away. A sadness came over me as she closed the door. I felt like I belonged with them. It was so creepy that I felt that way so soon, but I couldn’t help it. I gave Cayman my address so he could take me home.
“This is my house right here,” I said.
“I was wondering if I can see you again. I know how we met was a little fucked up, but I like your company,” he said. I shyly looked away from him, and he cupped my chin so I could look at him.
“I make you nervous or something?” he asked.
No! You make me aroused, I thought.
“I kind of have a boyfriend. Well, it’s complicated,” I replied. He leaned back in his seat and brushed his hand down his waves. God, I love when he does that, I thought.
“Aight, I’ll see you around. I hope you enjoy the food. My mother can throw down in the kitchen,” he said. I grabbed the bag and opened the door.
“I really had fun with you,” I said.
“Yeah, I did too,” he said. I closed the door and stood on the sidewalk. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Those sexy eyes of his pierced through me. I finally broke our gaze when I turned around and headed to the house. He called my name, and I turned back around.
“We are going to cross paths again. Just be ready for me when we do,” he said. I stood by the fence and watched his pick-up truck disappear down the street.
“Who the fuck was that?” Zadik’s voice startled me. I turned around and he was looking down at me with a displeased look on his face.
“He gave me a ride because my car broke down. I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer,” I said.
“I went to Six Flags with my cousins. My service is bad as shit out there. Why you didn’t leave me a message though?” Zadik asked.
“I don’t know. I figured you were busy. It’s not a big deal. I’m here safe and sound,” I said. Zadik was quiet for the rest of the night. We cuddled on the couch and watched TV. My grandmother was asleep, Yakira took great care of her. I wished I had the money to hire her full-time. She lived right next door—it was convenient for the both of us.
“Whats the matter?” I asked. I was tired of the silence.
“Nothing,” he answered.
“Are you jealous?” I asked. I tickled his stomach and he smacked my hand away.
“Naw, but you still could’ve left me a message,” he said.
“You know I stutter when I leave messages. I don’t like it,” I replied and he cracked a smile.
“Yeah, you are right. I’m a little jealous, but I shouldn’t be,” Zadik said. I pecked his lips and he smiled at me.
“Are you riding with me forever?” he asked for assurance.
“You know I am,” I said.
I knew I had a good thing, so Cayman had to be forgotten. Meeting the perfect stranger was something I didn’t have to share. I had what I needed right in front of me…
5. Faraji
“D amn it, suck it nice and slow just like that,” Gregory said to me.
Gregory’s wife family owned the clothing store that Emeka, Adisa, Samiah and I worked at. He would come in and flirt with me when no one was looking. Every time we hooked up, he paid me. Sadly, I was a young whore, but it wasn’t my fault. I slept with men for money to help my father out. My mother left me, my father and my two younger siblings to be with our pastor. The pastor’s wife died from cancer leaving him with two kids. Let’s just say my mother was playing mommy to someone else’s kids. It was her fault we were broke anyway, see my father had a decent job and we didn’t always live in the hood. My mother was money hungry—she was a gold-digger. She put us in debt which caused my father to get another job. My father lost everything after he was fired from his main job because he was always going to work late. He had three little girls he was taking care of by himself. My father was so in love with my mother he was blind to all of her doings. He didn’t realize he was getting played until she left her family, and moved to another state with our pastor. My father worked and worked and still couldn’t do everything on his own because we were still in debt. When I got older, I realized I had to do something because I was tired of our living conditions. I started sleeping with men for money to help him out, and it helped a little. I told him I was a babysitter on the side and he believed it.
“OOHHHHHH, black little bitch,” he moaned as his semen shot down my throat. After I finished sucking his shrimp sized dick, I headed to the bathroom in our hotel room. Gregory followed behind me, “I got some company coming for us,” he said. Gregory was a rich man, he and his wife. They owned businesses across the city. They had small grocery stores, a few car washes, clothing stores and Laundromats. I needed as much money as I could get because Emeka and I were going to share an apartment in college. I couldn’t let her pay all of our bills so I was very desperate for the money. I didn’t give a damn what Gregory wanted me to do.
“Pay me my money first,” I said as I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash. Gregory told me months prior that his wife wanted to watch him screw someone. I had never performed in front of a woman but I had taken two boys before. I took a shower then got dressed in a lace, leopard bra and panty set. I rubbed shimmery lotion down my body. My shoulder healed within a week. The graze was the size of a paper clip.
Someone knocked on the door. I wondered if I’d still have my job after his wife realized I have been screwing her husband, but I needed the money so it was a chance I had to take. Gregory opened the door, and when I turned around. I came face-to-face with Chloe, Emeka’s mother.
“I always knew something was up with you. Perhaps you can teach my slow ass daughter a thing or two,” Chloe laughed. Chloe was drop-dead gorgeous. If she wasn’t a prostitute she’d be married to a rich man. She had the looks and the body of the perfect trophy-wife—just like my mother.
“I thought your wife was coming?” I asked Gregory.
“So, you could lose your job? Besides the two of you would be more entertaining,” Gregory said sitting in the chair next to the bed.
He pulled his small dick back out of his slacks, “I want to see you two fuck each other,” Gregory said.
Gregory was five-foot-four with mocha color skin. His voice sounded a little bit on the feminine side, but his body looked as though he never missed a day at the gym. His body was sculpted with muscles like one of those bodybuilders, but he was missing a neck and had a small dick. His voice, dick, and neck could get him on a commercial for when steroid use went wrong.
“WHAT?” I asked. I thought me and him were going to mess around then him and Chloe. Hell, I rather it had been a threesome because I didn’t want to be a one-on-one with a woman. I had never looked at a woman in that way let alone touched one.
“You want the money or not?” Gregory asked me. He knew I didn’t just want the money, but I needed the money.
Chloe began to undress, “Don’t worry I will be gentle,” she said pushing me down on the bed.
“Wait a minute!” I said. I balled up my fist because I had the urge to punch her in the face. Chloe put her lips on mine then squeezed my breasts. I didn’t want to get moist but I did.
“Kiss her back damn it! I want my money’s worth,” Gregory stated. I closed my eyes and kissed Chloe back. I gripped her round and plump bottom. I learned at a young age that money was the root of all evil. I was about to screw a woman who was old enough to be my mother, and who was also my best friend’s mother.
“That’s it!” Gregory said smacking Chloe on the ass.
Chloe’s soft hand slid up my leg until she got to the hem of my panty line. I laid stuck for a second not knowing what to do. When Chloe slid my panties off, I was curious to find out what else she had in store for me. She propped my legs up then stuck her tongue inside of me
causing me to gasp. Chloe spread my thighs as she hungrily licked me between my legs. She fingered herself as she moaning loudly.
“That’s it, lick that young juicy pussy,” Gregory said stroking his baby slug. Chloe moaned seductively against my throbbing moist center. Her hands slid up my torso then she pinched my nipples. A hoarse moan escaped my throat. No one has ever made me feel that way before.
I gripped her long weave as my legs shook. I seductively humped her face as she sucked on my clit with so much force, my lower body lifted from the bed. Her tongue continuously darted in and out of me causing me to moan louder. Gregory was jerking himself off as he watched Chloe. Chloe seductively moved up my body leaving me defeated. She kissed me with my wetness dripping from her tongue. She reached behind me to unhook my bra. She hungrily sucked my nipples, and my knees almost buckled. Her lips were so soft and her mouth was so moist. The friction from her teeth, gently biting my nipples caused me to squeeze her ass.
“UHHHHH,” I moaned. Her free hand rubbed my throbbing clit, her touches were so soft and gentle. Her hand glided up and down my body like silk, she didn’t rush it. Chloe took her time with me treating me like a delicate flower.
The feeling was euphoric, I eyed her perfect round breast and Hershey kiss size nipple. I craved them, I grabbed her breasts squeezing them. Her middle-finger plucked my clit as if she was playing the guitar. She straddled me with her breasts in my face. I latched onto her swollen nipple like a newborn baby and sucked like my life depended on it—like I was trying to get breast milk out of her.
She ground on top of me, “Finger me,” she panted. I slipped my middle finger inside of her wet pussy and to my surprise, she was tight, very tight. I fingered her as she rode me, she put two of her fingers inside of me causing me to scream out. The sounds of our moans made me hornier. I wanted some dick even if it was Gregory’s shrimp. My wetness dampened the sheets underneath my bottom. She turned me over on my side then lifted my leg up, she slid in between and wrapped her legs around me.
We were in a scissor position; her wet pussy was against mine. I almost came from the sensation, she started to seductively work her hips brushing her pussy against mine. Gregory leaned forward then sucked my breast as he jerked off. The bed rocked as she humped me between my thighs, “I’m cummingggggggggg,” I squeaked out feeling a warm liquid gush from my pussy onto Chloe’s. Our pussy’s lips kissed each other with each movement of our hips. She pressed my leg down into the mattress and went harder. She licked her fingers before she rubbed my clit. Gregory’s mouth on my breast actually felt good that time—it felt wonderful. Our pussy’s squirted on each other as we squirted from orgasms back-to-back.
I got paid a thousand dollars that night. I also discovered I was sexually confused; I began to crave women. I had not looked at a woman until Chloe turned me out. I was now into both sexes, but that was a secret that no one would know. Emeka didn’t know about all of my struggles, she just thought my father was an average struggling single parent. She didn’t know about how the lights were getting cut off, she didn’t know that our meals consisted of dollar store canned foods such as Spam and canned peas. My father would spend his last fifty dollars on dollar store groceries.
The next day…
I was the only one on the schedule for work because it was a Sunday. I was unpacking the boxes to restock the shelves when a young man walked in with his girlfriend.
“Come on Cayman, it will only take a second,” she said to the guy.
“Damn it, Callie. I want to hit up Footlocker before the mall closes,” he said to her. I got a good look at his face and he was handsome. He was about six-foot-four, with a good grain of hair. He had on a pair of shorts, New Balances, and a Roca-A-Wear tank-top. He looked a little older than I. When he looked at me I turned my head because I didn’t want to disrespect his girlfriend.
“Excuse me, do you have this in a size eight?” his girlfriend asked. She was very pretty, she had the same caramel complexion as her boyfriend. Her hair was cornrowed back in crazy designs. She popped her gum as she held the maxi-dress against her curvaceous frame. Her nails were long and colorful and curved over. She reminded me of a hood chick.
“I will check,” I said heading straight to the back. I couldn’t find the dress in back, so I walked back to the front.
“I’m sorry we don’t have any more in that size,” I said to her then she sucked her teeth, “This store never has shit,” she said.
“We get our shipments in on Wednesday’s, that will be the best time to come,” I said to her.
She rolled her eyes, “Okay thank you, but my brother Cayman was admiring your ass when you walked to the back,” she said.
“Yo, I swear you talk too damn much. Mind yo’ damn business sometimes,” he said. I blushed although he was uncomfortable with being put on blast.
“I saw you checking him out too, but he and I are actually twins. I was born fifteen-minutes before him,” she said.
“There she goes telling every damn thing again,” he said. If looks could kill, she would’ve been dead.
“Soooo, do you want my number or something?” I asked him. I wasn’t shy when it came to niggas, unlike Emeka. The brutha was fine, and he smelled good.
“Straight to it, huh?” Cayman asked.
“I’m grown cutie, and I don’t play no games,” I flirted.
“Ohhh I like her,” his sister said.
“What’s yo’ number?” he asked. He smirked showing off a perfect Colgate smile.
I rambled off my cell number, “Okay, Faraji I will see you later and luckily when my sister comes back, you’ll be off,” he said.
“How do you know my name?” I asked him.
“Your name tag shorty,” he said then I blushed. We made small talk while his sister shopped around. He promised to call me later before he left the store. I did all of my duties by the time the manager was ready to close down the store.
When I got to the parking lot, Emeka was waiting for me.
“Heyyyyy,” I said getting inside of her car. She got it fixed, but you could still hear the rattling in the engine. I told her not to come and get me, but she came anyway. I was worried about her breaking down again.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.
“I met someone today. His name is Cayman and girl he is soooo damn fine. So, what did you today?” I asked Emeka. She almost lost control of her wheel, and I began to panic.
“Please don’t drive this car anymore,” I said.
“No, it’s cool. I was trying to avoid a dip in the road. So, what does this Cayman guy look like?” she asked.
“Girlllllllll, he’s tall, brown-skinned and he is FINE. Oh, and he got a good grain of hair. It’s almost straight like he’s mixed with Indian or something. His twin sister put him on blast when he came into the store, he was acting shy so I had to step it up. He was checking me out, so I couldn’t let him get away. What did you do today?” I asked.
“I hung out with Zadik, we messed around a bit and that’s it,” she said with an attitude. I brushed it off because I knew she was probably exhausted. I hate to sound harsh, but Miss Hattie needed to check out. I felt bad wishing death on the old woman, but she was ruining Emeka’s life. Every day she had to chase her sagging titty ass somewhere. Miss Hattie was probably a hoe in her younger days, that’s why she couldn’t keep her clothes on. The woman got on my nerves so bad, it was sickening.
“So, is he still being stingy with the dick? Do you think he has a girlfriend or something?” I asked her. Emeka always talked about them fooling around, but they didn’t have sex much. It was weird because they were together a lot.
“No, it’s just hard when we are at my house, you know my mother caught us,” she said. The mentioning of her mother took me back to the night before. The way she slurped between my legs and licked my breast caused an ache between my legs.
“Did you hear me?” she asked me.
“I’m
sorry my mind ran off, what did you say?” I asked her.
“When I go to college, Carl is going to sell my grandmother’s house. He is going to put her in a home. I don’t know where my mama is going to live, and I honestly don’t care. The way she sells her pussy, I’m sure she can afford it,” she said.
“Yeah, she will be okay,” I said. Our phones beeped at the same time, it was a message from Adisa telling us she was having another party. After meeting Adisa, I kept a change of clothes in Emeka’s trunk because she kept us busy.
Minutes later, we pulled up to Adisa’s house. Her parents were still out of town while we used their home for partying. Every girl my age wanted a life like Adisa’s. She had rich parents, lived in a big house with a backyard pool. She threw parties whenever she felt like it; she was living it up. I couldn’t understand why she complained so much about her life when I would gladly switch with her.
