She punched him in the arm and said, “Nigga, don’t you know you’re never supposed to ask a woman her age? And for your information, I’m eight-muthafuckin’-teen. Thank you.”
Treacherous smiled. “I was just messing with you. I know you’re a grown-ass woman.”
Baby blushed and dug her bare feet into the dampened sand. “It’s nice out here.”
“Yeah,” Treacherous replied.
“You wanna walk?” Baby asked.
“We can.”
“This sand feels good on my feet.”
Baby was in high spirits. She kicked the sand as they strolled up the beach. She felt so much joy alongside the water. She jumped around and smiled at Treacherous. That was the first time in a long time that Baby felt free and safe. The sounds of waves, as they crashed on to the beach, played in the background. The breeze had a slight chill that rode on it. Baby loved every minute of it all.
“You like the water?” Baby asked.
“Yeah, I guess. Come here,” Treacherous said with outstretched arms.
Baby just smiled back at him. She turned around and walked closer to the water. Treacherous followed.
“Come here,” he said again. This time, his tone was stern.
Baby ignored him. She turned and smiled at him again.
“I love you.”
His words came out of nowhere and stopped Baby in her tracks. She slowly turned to face him. They watched each other for a moment.
“Baby, I want you by my side forever.” He let his last word linger. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but I promise, I’ll keep you safe.”
Baby jumped on Treacherous and wrapped her legs around his hips. The force of her weight caught him off guard and caused both of them to fall onto the ground of the sandy beach. Baby laughed. She kissed Treacherous on the lips and smiled at him. Then, she got up and ran toward the end of the pier. Treacherous rose to his feet. The darkness prevented him from seeing more than just her silhouette as she disappeared into the night.
“Baby!” he called out to her.
Baby could see Treacherous from where she hid. She stood barefoot in the saltwater as the waves from the tide slapped against her legs.
“Baby! Stop playing! I don’t do this!”
Baby turned around and rested her back on the log. She smiled at Treacherous’s words. Since she had been around him, he was so serious all the time. Baby needed to laugh and have a good time. She wanted to feel good for a second or two. Her feelings were quickly interrupted.
Out of nowhere, a hand slithered around Baby’s throat and broke her good mood. A dash of fear hit her. Her heart rate sped up. She hadn’t seen anyone else on the beach when she and Treacherous began their walk. She wondered where Treacherous was. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. The hand had a firm grip around Baby’s throat. The attacker’s thumb was cutting into her larynx, making it difficult for her to breathe. The attacker pulled her from up against the pole and forced her to turn around. Baby closed her eyes. She felt as if she were going to pass out. All of a sudden, she felt the hand being released from around her neck. That was the break she felt she needed; she immediately sprang into action.
“Baby! What the fuck?” Treacherous threw up his guard and weaved out of the line of her punches.
“Boy! What’s wrong with you? Why you do that to me?” Baby swung a sharp right hook at Treacherous, missing his chin by a mere centimeter.
“Who you thought I was? An ax murderer or something?” Treacherous laughed.
“That shit wasn’t funny.” On the outside, Baby was mad, but, on the inside, she was glad it was him. “Why you do that shit, Treach? That shit wasn’t funny at all,” Baby said as she had her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
“You wanted to play,” Treacherous said straight-faced.
Baby punched him.
“Damn, girl.”
“Not like that.”
“Aw. Did I scare the tough girl?”
“Oh, that’s funny? Punk ass.”
“You call me a punk ass? You the one over there with your heart racing like you seen death come out of the water or some shit. Come here.”
“What?” she asked with an attitude.
“You really mad?”
Baby sucked her teeth.
A moment passed with nothing but the sound of the water hitting the poles and the sand between them. Under the pier, it was almost pitch black. The only light was the tiny bit from the street lights behind them and the small amount that bounced off the water from the moon, but the lack of light hadn’t stopped Baby from spotting Treacherous’s open arms. Baby moved in close, and Treacherous wrapped his arms around her. He seized her in his grasp tightly and kissed her on the neck.
When Baby glanced up at him, he squeezed her even tighter. His light brown eyes had transformed into a deeper brown. They had Baby mesmerized. The sound of his heart beat pounded in Baby’s ear as she laid her head on his chest. She melted in Treacherous’s embrace. His chest felt relaxing to Baby. She loved the feel of his chest muscles pressed against her face. Treacherous cupped his hand under Baby’s chin and lifted her head. He kissed her passionately. Baby welcomed his full lips as he parted hers with his tongue. They stood in the water, kissing and fondling each other for what seemed like hours but, in reality, were only mere seconds.
Treacherous took Baby by the hand and guided her out of the water and onto the sand. He laid Baby on a dry portion of the beach and took off his knapsack. He bent down and kissed her again. This time, it was a slow, deep kiss. His natural body scent intoxicated Baby and ignited a flame inside of her that she never knew existed. Treacherous undressed Baby until there was nothing left. When she was completely nude, he stood up and took a step back. He admired her beauty. He had watched and studied her curves many times, but to see her smooth caramel piece of art in the flesh was indescribable to Treacherous. He loved the way her wavy hair lay across her breast.
She watched Treacherous with passion in her eyes as he took off his shirt. She had seen him without clothes many times; but that night it seemed as if she were seeing his body for the first time. She inhaled and let out a deep sigh. Her heart skipped a beat as Treacherous’s chocolate skin glowed in the dark, matching his glistening, shaved head. Baby could see his print rising in his sweatpants as he loosened the drawstrings. She felt her inner thighs moisten. She spread her legs wide enough for his frame and invited Treacherous in.
Treacherous smiled. Baby’s cleanly shaved pussy added to the stiffness he already possessed in his dick. He slid his sweatpants down to the ground and stepped out of them. Then, he did the same with his boxer briefs. His rock hard dick stood at attention as the cool, summer breeze, combined with the mist of the ocean, tickled his back from top to bottom. He instantly became conscious of his nudity. Treacherous looked around. No one was in sight. He moved in closer to Baby and kneeled back down. He began planting kissing on every inch of her body. Baby giggled like a little schoolgirl as he kissed around the outer lips of her vagina. Then, he concentrated on kissing her outer lips. She could feel his goatee brushing up against her skin. She enjoyed the ticklish feeling.
Baby moaned loudly and arched her back. She grabbed a fistful of sand in anticipation. No words passed between the two of them. Their eye contact and the kisses they exchanged cemented their bond.
Treacherous was inexperienced when it came to sex, but he followed his instinct. Everything felt natural to him.
Baby reached out for Treacherous and guided his dick inside her pussy. She felt a little pain as he penetrated her, but she was ready to feel him inside of her. She had experimented with sex before, but those early encounters could not compare to what she felt at that moment. Having Treacherous inside of her made her feel like a virgin. She knew they should have been using protection but she wanted to feel his flesh inside of her. Her tunnel was tight and saturated. The wetness somewhat eased the pain and assisted Treacherous through her sexual path. His length en
gulfed her entirely.
“Mmm,” Baby cooed. “I love you,” she whispered into the air. “I love—”
Treacherous’s thrust cut her statement short. The feeling was all new to Treacherous. He was in pure ecstasy. It was as if he was one with Baby. Every stroke had him ready to burst, but he held firm. Treacherous cupped Baby’s ass cheeks in the palms of his hands. He raised her from the sand and held her in midair as he dug deeper into her soul.
“Damn,” he said out loud. “Shit, Baby.”
“Yes. Ooh,” she cried out.
Treacherous gazed into Baby’s eyes, which were barely opened. He wanted to make sure he pleased her. He got his answer from her facial expressions as Baby tossed her head back and opened her mouth.
“Yes,” she moaned. Then, she bit down on her bottom lip.
Treacherous plunged deeper. He stroked left then right.
“Oh, my God. I’m . . . Oh, shit. Treach, I’m about to come,” Baby cried out.
Treacherous’s pace quickened. He stirred inside of her warmth like a spoon in hot tea. Baby’s entire body shuddered.
Treacherous tried to hold his own explosion, but Baby’s cave was too wet for him. As her walls caved in and collapsed around his sex pole, Treacherous couldn’t hold back any longer. Together, Treacherous and Baby climbed new heights. Treacherous filled her up with his juices, while she covered his dick with her cream.
Treacherous rolled over onto the sand. Baby followed him and placed her head on his chest. They both stared up at the stars.
“I really love you,” Treacherous said as he ran his fingers up and down Baby’s spine.
“You better,” Baby replied with a smile plastered all over her face.
Baby was on cloud nine. Everything seemed flawless on the Virginia beach. She closed her eyes, and, for the first time in a long time, she felt protected.
“I bought something for you,” Treacherous said to Baby.
“Treach, you didn’t have to, but that’s so sweet.” Baby was touched that he had thought to get her a gift for her birthday.
Treacherous reached into his knapsack and pulled out a small box. “Open it up,” he said, handing Baby the gift.
“Nigga, you tryin’a make me cry out here?” Baby said as she took the gift. “This is beautiful,” Baby exclaimed. The thin platinum necklace with a petite motorcycle pendant nearly brought tears to Baby’s eyes.
Treacherous was grinning from ear to ear. Then, he said, “Read the back.”
“‘To my ride or die chick: ’til death do us part,’” Baby said, reading the engraving out loud. “Thank you, babe. This is the best birthday a girl could ever ask for. I love you, Mr. Freeman.”
Baby wrapped her arms around Treacherous’s neck and kissed him.
“I love you too, Mrs. Freeman.” Treacherous smiled.
“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” Baby advised him.
“I won’t.” Treacherous reached back into his knapsack and pulled out what he had remaining in the bag and said, “I wanna share something with you.”
Baby recognized the notepads.
“These pages are my life. This is all I have left of my family. Everything I know about my parents I learned in here. I never felt any connection to anything or anyone else except these notepads and my mother the day she was killed, up until now. Baby, believe me when I tell you you’re all I got and, for real, all I really want and need. I wanted to share some of this with you tonight, and eventually, all of it, to let you into my world because you’re a part of my family now, and I want you to know what I come from.” Treacherous kissed Baby on the forehead and cracked open one of his mother’s journals.
For the next thirty minutes, Baby listened attentively as Treacherous read the scene of his parents’ last days together. Once he was finished reading, Treacherous folded the page where he stopped and closed the notepad.
“I chose to read that because you remind me so much of my mother,” he told her. “I wanted you to hear how she rode for my father. The first time I ever read both of these notepads I couldn’t wait to get older to find my ride or die chick. And now that I have, I believe I can do anything I put my mind to,” Treacherous said proudly.
He was so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t noticed that Baby was crying.
“Babe, don’t cry. We good. Me and you against the world, right?” Treacherous wiped her tears.
“Yeah, me and you against the world, babe,” Baby repeated. She wiped away the rest of her tears.
Baby positioned herself in the curve of Treacherous’s armpit.
“Damn, I wish my mom was still alive to meet you,” Treacherous said, wrapping his arms around Baby.
He could feel Baby’s body jerking.
“Babe, what’s up?” Treacherous kissed her on the top of the head. “What’s wrong?” He wanted to know.
“You got me crying and shit.” Baby looked up into his eyes and tried to sound hard.
“Fuck that,” Treacherous retorted. “It’s not about that. What’s wrong with my baby?” His words were stern yet compassionate. Baby lowered her gaze and smiled. She took a deep breath. She didn’t know where to begin, but she knew the timing was right.
“Since you shared something personal with me, I want to do the same to let you know that I feel the same way about you,” she said.
“You don’t have to if you’re not ready. I already know that,” Treacherous assured her.
“I know, but I want to.”
“So, talk to me then. Why you keep crying and shit?”
At that moment, she felt she could tell Treacherous anything.
“You know, it’s crazy,” she started, “how something that happened so long ago can seem like a movie I just watched yesterday. I can still hear the water running. In my dreams, I can see the large Jacuzzi tub with the glass backdrop filled with water. The bubbles had almost flowed over the rim. I can even smell the honey from the moisturizer that was always added.” Baby visualized the scene as she spoke. “It’s like watching me outside of myself.” She shook her head and wiped her eyes in an attempt to fight off the tears that were now flowing heavily.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” Treacherous wanted to know.
“I remember the water being hot, almost too hot,” Baby continued as she transported Treacherous into her nightmare. She closed her eyes and was no longer nestled up under him. She was back where it had all began.
Jaz stood to the side, watching as Baby bathed. After a few minutes, she made her way over to the tub. She took the washcloth out of Baby’s hand and bathed her. She made her way down Baby’s back and into the water.
“Stand up,” she told her. Baby did as she was told.
Baby rose out of the water slowly.
“Turn around,” Jaz instructed her.
Baby turned to face her. Jaz rubbed the washcloth across Baby’s chest and stomach. Baby chuckled from Jaz’s touch. Jaz smiled at her and said, “You like that, baby girl?”
“Yes. It tickles,” Baby’s little voice said.
She rubbed the front of Baby’s legs with the soapy washcloth. Then, she slid her way in between them. Jaz used the washcloth to clean Baby’s vagina. As she did, Baby sang one of her favorite songs.
“‘It’s just one of dem days, when I wanna be all alone.’” Baby sang the lyrics to Monica’s song while Jaz continued to wash between her legs. “‘It’s just one of dem days. Don’t take it personal.’”
“You know I love it when you sing. Your voice is so pretty,” Jaz told her.
“Thank you.” Baby blushed.
“Open your legs some more for me,” Jaz instructed, while she matched Baby’s smile.
Without a thought, Baby spread her legs wider, so Jaz could clean her everywhere.
“‘It’s just one of dem days, and you think I treat you wrong. ’”
The water felt good on her skin, and the singing made Baby feel joy inside. She had always relished her baths.
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��s smile gave Baby comfort. Jaz continued to smile at Baby as she replaced the washcloth with her finger. Jaz used it to fondle and caress Baby’s young clit. Baby didn’t understand what was going on. She stood there frozen as she watched Jaz close her eyes a couple of times. Baby’s body started to experience a peculiar sensation as Jaz rubbed her hand in circular motions between her legs.
“Baby, you like that?” Jaz asked as if she had been giving Baby some type of gift or surprise. Baby shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t worry. You will. Stay still and keep singing that pretty song. I’m going to give you something else, okay?” Jaz maintained her smile.
Baby nodded her head and did as she was told.
“‘It’s one of dem days,’” Baby continued singing. The more Jaz caressed Baby’s flesh, the more Baby felt what seemed like a prickling up her spine. Then, an uncontrollable feeling flowed through Baby’s body. Baby liked the feeling and laughed.
“Sit back down,” Jaz said smiling at Baby.
Jaz leaned over and into the tub. She continued to wash every inch of Baby’s body. Together, they sang Baby’s favorite song.
“That was fun,” Baby said delighted at her new bath game.
“You know I love you, right?” Jaz asked Baby, wrapping a towel around her body as she lifted her out of the water.
“Yes,” Baby said as she threw her arms around Jaz’s neck.
“We’re a team, right?” Jaz asked.
“Yes.”
“A team with our own secret games,” Jaz added.
Baby didn’t quite understand what Jaz meant by “secret games,” but she loved Jaz, and, if the game they had just played was supposed be a secret one, then she wouldn’t tell a soul.
“You know what? Let’s get you dressed and go get you a new dress. How does that sound?” Jaz said, helping Baby out of the bathtub.
“Yay!” Baby cheered with excitement.
Jaz gave Baby a smile as they headed for the bedroom. Once they were there, she spread lotion all over Baby’s body. As she did, there was a knock on the door.
“One minute,” she yelled.
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