Shooting Blindly in the Dark

by Nicole Jackson

  “Got damn, Black Reign!” Trace shouted. “Can a nigga get a lap dance?” he waved a few hundred dollar bills, trying to show off.

  “Hell, nah!” she snapped, as she went back to standing with her arms folded. Even when she wasn’t trying to, she was killing the scene with her little pose. She couldn’t help it with those bowlegs.

  Two hours later, the party was still going, but Farrah and her little crew were ready to burn out. “Baby, I’m going home. You aint coming?”

  I waved my head. “In a little bit.”

  “Okay,” she pouted, as she kissed me. “Hurry up. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” I mumbled, as she pulled away. I watched her leave with her two high yellow cousins. I aint gonna lie, I was kind of glad to see them go. Farrah had been all over a nigga, and I really hadn’t mingled with my niggas.

  Black Reign and Monay were still going hard. The more they drank the looser they became. Both of them had grabbed a wall and was shaking their asses. Jeezy was spinning, and they were losing their minds. “Count hundreds on the table. Twenties on the floor. Fresh out of work. On the way with some more. And I luv it…”

  The Hennessy had my head swimming, and I was like fuck it. I eased over to her, and placed my dick right on her ass, as she danced. She glanced back at me, but kept doing her thing. In fact, she worked it harder, popping her back, making me feel it. I gripped her waist, as we jammed through three more songs.

  “Stunting aint a thang to me. And it’s obvious and plain to see…Stunting is a habit. Just gotta have it. Shorty keep throwing that thang at me I’ma bag it…” Chris Brown crooned, as she spun around and faced me. She threw a leg up, and grinded into me. She had me hard, and I really was caught up in the moment. So, I picked her ass up, with her legs wrapped around me. I pinned her up against the wall, and dry humped her.

  She gripped my head, as she rolled her hips on me. We did that shit so long that I felt like I was about to burst through my jeans. Going with what felt good, I carried her through the house. Knowing that Hurt was still in the living room, I took her to his room. Tossing her onto the bed, I dived on top of her.

  Taking initiative, she kissed me. I had never tongue kissed another broad besides Farrah, but the shit felt good, so I went with it. We tongue wrestled, as I eased those panties off. She hurriedly unbuckled my jeans, and eased them down along with my boxers. She gripped my dick, and guided me inside of her.

  “Ugh,” she released, as I ventured deep.

  Wanting to rough her up, I grabbed her legs and threw them over my shoulders. Then I pounded into her, causing my balls to slap against her ass.

  “Ugggghhh!” she gritted, as I knocked the bottom out of that pussy. “Oh shit!” she shouted, as she scratched my back. I wasn’t worried about anybody hearing her, because the music was loud as hell in the living room. “Umm,” she moaned, as she buried her tongue in my mouth. She wrapped those legs tightly around my waist. I moved inside of her, feeling the pussy get wetter and wetter.

  “You like that,” I jabbed, making them titties bounce.

  “Uh yeah. Uh yeah,” she panted, driving me crazy. “But wait, wait.” She breathed, as she maneuvered us around, and landed on top. She sat up on me, and started working that pussy.

  “Shit,” I tooted my lips, as I gripped those bouncing tits. She started moving in circles, causing my toes to curl.

  With her hands on my chest, she popped her back. All that ass wobbled, as she fucked the shit out of me.

  “Uh shit,” I gritted as I squeezed my eyes. “I’m cumming!”

  “Uh, me too.” She bounced on me at a rapid pace, until I felt her pulsating. That shit felt spectacular, and seconds later I was letting loose inside of her.

  “Aw fuck,” she exhaled as she collapsed onto my chest.

  Me…I stared at the ceiling, realizing that I had trouble on my hands. And trouble on my dick, but damn that shit felt so good.

  Chapter 5

  Black Reign

  “Wait, wait, wait, I’m cumming.” I panted, as I rode his dick.

  He smiled, “I knew it.”

  “Shut up,” my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He gripped my hips, and pounded into me, until he nutted.

  I gazed down at Kaydoa, watching his facial expressions. We were in his newly purchased Buick LaSabre, fucking as usual. For three months now, we’d been fucking around. School had started back, and I was officially a senior. Sometimes I really considered just dropping out. We was getting money, so I really didn’t deem school a necessity.

  “Boy, I keep telling your nasty ass to pull out. Got a bitch all funky and shit. Now I gotta go wash my ass,” I complained, as I climbed off him. He had talked me into getting on birth control, so that he could have all the unprotected sex he wanted. We’d had a pregnancy scare, and didn’t want to take any more chances. Well actually, it was a miscarriage, but he didn’t know that. I was only a few weeks, and had lost the baby by the time I even realized I was pregnant. I was weirded out, and couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about it.

  After tucking his dick back into his jeans, he felt up his pockets. “Jasmine, you seen my lighter?”

  I rolled my eyes, as I grabbed the lighter off the floor. No matter how many times I told him to stop calling me that, he insisted on calling me Jasmine. I don’t think he even knew who Black Reign was, anymore. He refused to use that name. “Here,” I handed him his lighter.

  “I’ma go run in here, and take a shower,” I told him. We were parked outside of his Uncle Ben’s house. We trapped there, and basically did whatever we wanted. It was our home away from home.

  “Hold up,” he halted me.

  “What?” I lifted a brow.

  He was about to say something when his phone started ringing. By the ringtone I knew that it was Farrah calling. She was probably whining about him not coming to her house to see her. “Yeah,” he answered.

  I sat trying my best to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I could tell that she was tripping from the snide look on his face. I shook my head because all they did was argue. I tried to keep my thoughts to myself, because I was the one intruding on their relationship.

  The shit was all crazy. I sat there and listened to Kaydoa argue with another bitch. Sometimes I had to really ask myself what the hell I was doing. I was around him so much that I really didn’t have time for other dudes, but I felt like a lame, knowing that he had a main broad. Then she likes to show up on the block or to the trap, and cling to him. I had to sit back and watch them kiss, and hug.

  Initially, I told myself that it didn’t matter, but that lie becomes more difficult to carry every day. Sometimes I be so tempted to just break it off with his fine ass, but then he comes and whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and I’m right back on his dick, literally.

  Yeah, I can admit it. Kaydoa had me dick whipped. I had never been with somebody so big. He had a big thick and long black dick. Fucking with him was a guaranteed three or four orgasms, and I couldn’t get enough.

  This was the first time since I first started having sex that I wasn’t fucking a nigga for financial gain. In fact, I didn’t screw no nigga for money. Shit, Kaydoa was the only nigga getting a whiff of the booty, and that shit pissed me of. How the fuck did I let a unavailable nigga change me? The shit was mind boggling, and Kaydoa was a muthafucka. He knew that I wasn’t fucking anybody else, and he didn’t encourage me to, either. On the real, he was a cock blocker, and the fact that we clubbed and hustled together didn’t help. He was definitely having his cake and eating it too.

  “Alright, man, I’ma be there in a minute.” He ended the call.

  I rolled my eyes. It was already two in the morning, and that meant that he was gonna try to drop me off, and that meant short stopping my money.

  “What you rolling your eyes for?” he inquired.

  “Nothing,” I huffed. “So, I guess that mean that I gotta go to the crib early.”

  “Jasmine, you g
ot school in the morning. I was about to take you to the spot, anyway.”

  “Fuck school,” I mumbled.

  “Nah,” he waved his head. “Don’t even think like that.”

  “What?” I frowned.

  “What?” he mocked me. “Don’t no real nigga want a dumb ass broad. Take ya ass to school, and get that diploma. Fuck the dumb shit.”

  I sucked my teeth.

  “You can suck them teeth all you want,” he leaned over kissing my lips.

  Without even asking me if I needed anything out of Ben’s house, he started his car. I had a attitude the whole time he drove me home. When he pulled in front of my building I was about to hop out, without even saying bye, but he stopped me.

  “Jasmine,” he called my name, as I had one foot out the door.

  “Huh?” I glanced back.

  “Here,” he peeled back multiple hundreds. “After you get out of school go get your hair, nails, and toes done.” He handed me the money.

  “Whatever,” I mumbled, as I hopped out of the car, and stomped upstairs. Like always, he didn’t pull off until I was inside my apartment.

  It seemed like every week he was giving me money to go get my hair done. I had my own damn money, but he wanted me to get the shit, so he paid for it. Kaydoa was definitely making more money than me because he was able to stick and move when he wanted to. I had to go to school for eight hours a day, and there was so much shit that happened in all that time. Them niggas would have hoes in the trap, the whole nine. They were getting out of hand with it, really. It had Monay who’d graduated last year, getting up early and going over there, when we all knew she was no morning bird. The thirsty bitches had caught on to our come-up and all wanted a piece of the pie. Oddly, I had never caught Kaydoa doing anything, outside of him dealing with Farrah. I guess his plate was full.

  “Ya ass finally coming in, huh?” my mama questioned, as she lounged around on our couch.

  I stared at my mama. We were opposite in every way possible. I was shapely, but she was built like Sponge Bob. I was medium brown, while she was high yellow, along with my sister and brother. I was a tad money hungry, and didn’t believe in dealing with a nigga that didn’t have hustle in him. My mama often tricked with the young niggas in the area. Polar opposites, but I loved her naive ass.

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “Gotta go to school.”

  “School, huh?” she pursed her lips. “Well, I heard that ya ass missed three days last week.”

  I gazed at the floor, “I had some stuff to handle.”

  “Stuff to handle?” she frowned. “Girl, hanging over there at that crack house will be there when you get out of school. Now, I know that you doing your little thing over there. I would prefer that you went and got a job, but I won’t preach.” She threw her hands up. “But you will go to school. I don’t know why you don’t try to get into somebody’s college like other young girls. Trapping and fucking with these niggas aint cute.”

  “I aint fucking wit no niggas,” I denied.

  She rolled her eyes, “However you wanna put it. Fucking with Kaydoa will be there when you get out of school.” She shook her head. “And the last time I checked he got a little girlfriend, anyway.”

  I sucked my teeth. “And on that note…” I headed to my room. Luckily, my sister was at her BD’s and my brother was in the streets. He actually hadn’t slept at home in months. People said that he was a official jack boy, in the streets wilding, but it wasn’t shit I could do about it. He wasn’t listening to anybody. Kind of like me, I guess.

  Kaydoa

  “Really, Kaydoa?” Farrah frowned.

  “What,” I pulled out of her, and sat up. I couldn’t even look her in the eyes. This shit was happening more often than I cared to admit. I mean, I was attracted to Farrah, but my dick kept getting soft on her. She was starting to believe that I was having performance issues, but I knew the real problem. Jasmine. I fucked her so often, throughout the day that by the time I reached Farrah I had nothing left. That shit had me feeling guilty as hell, and I know it was fucking with Farrah’s self-esteem. She’d become very insecure, and I hated that shit.

  “Why won’t you stay hard for me? Are you thinking about that bitch?”

  I scrounged. “What bitch?”

  She pointed her index finger at her chin, pretending to think about it. “Hmm, let’s see. How about that bitch Black Reign.”

  I aint gonna lie, my heart skipped a beat. That name had never come up before. “Man, me and Jas…I mean, Black Reign just hustle together. The fuck you getting your information from?”

  “Nigga, what the fuck ever. You think shit don’t get back to me? We know a lot of the same people.”

  “And?”

  “And the word on the streets is that yall are fucking. Really more like carrying on a full-blown relationship behind my back.”

  I smiled, waving my head. “Man, you…” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence, because that bitch slapped the spit out of my mouth.

  “It’s funny to you?!” she roared.

  Before I knew it, I had my hand wrapped around her neck, choking the shit out of her. “Bitch, don’t you ever put your hands on me again!” with little effort I tossed her back, and I stood up. I was fuming as I gathered my clothes, and threw them on.

  I could hear Farrah sniveling, and shit. I wasn’t feeling sorry for her ass this time. I was tired of going through the motions with her. I snatched the door open, and found her mama standing there. “Did you put your hands on my daughter?!” she shouted, getting all in my face.

  “Brina, I advise you get out my face, main. I’m not trying to disrespect you.” I grumbled.

  “No, nigga you already disrespected putting yo hands on my child!” she clapped her hands.

  “I aint done shit to her, but get her ass off me! Why don’t you teach her to keep her fucking hands to herself?!”

  “Well,” she threw her hands on her wide hips. “What the fuck you expect? Everybody coming to tell her about you cheating on her. My baby is too good to you.”

  I tilted my head. “And I aint good to yall? I aint the same nigga that just paid every fucking bill in this house?”

  She waved her head. “Nobody said that you wasn’t good to her, but damn, Kaydoa,” she calmed down. “That girl loves your ass. Don’t fuck over the good one. I know how yall young niggas are. That little wild girl probably fuck you a little better, and she’s more understanding than Farrah. But really think about that. Think about how many other niggas are probably fucking her. Think about who you’d be proud to bring home to ya mama. Don’t let some hoodrat fuck up a good thing, Kaydoa.”

  Shaking my head, I glanced back at a crying Farrah. “Look,” I paused, as we locked eyes. “I gotta go. Give me a minute, and let me clear my head.”

  I left Farrah and her nosy ass mama back at their crib, and headed to the spot I rarely hit up. My house. A nigga really didn’t come to the crib, until it was time to lay his head. My ole lady and her boyfriend Corey had a chaotic relationship. That man obviously wanted to do him, but my mama couldn’t accept that. Instead of letting that man go, she held on, and argued with all the various women he fucked. The shit was ridiculous, and I had long ago stopped interfering. That nigga knew not to put his hands on her, and that was my only concern.

  “Nigga, you can keep on tricking with these hoes,” I heard my mama the moment I stepped through the door. I exhaled, as I noticed her sitting on the couch. She was obviously fussing at Corey from there, while he was somewhere in the back of the house. “Hey, lil’ boy,” she greeted me.

  “’Sup mama?” I sighed, as I sat on the other end of the couch.

  “And where you coming from?” she arched a brow.

  I leaned my head back. “From Farrah’s house.”

  “What’s wrong? Yall beefing again?”

  I nodded.

  “For what?”

  I shrugged. “I really don’t even know.”

  She squinted. “Oh,
but, I think you do. I been hearing about you and that…Black Reign.”

  I could hear it all in her voice. My mama didn’t like Jasmine for whatever reason. “Mama, there you go with that bull,” I scratched my head. “I really aint trying to hear it.”

  “Oh but you’re gonna hear it. That fast ass Black Reign is a fucking hoodrat. You gonna fuck around and lose a good girl, thinking with the wrong head. Farrah is a pretty girl. She’s going to school, trying to make something out of herself…and yall would have the cutest babies.” She smiled.

  I sighed heavily. I wasn’t thinking about no damn kids. My mama was always on that shit. The minute she saw Farrah with her light skin, and curly hair she’d been talking about babies. Yeah, I felt that Farrah was beautiful, and was definitely baby mama material, but at the moment starting a family was the furthest thing on my mind.

  “Yeah, you can breathe all hard all you want, but you think about what I said,” she scooted off the couch, and stood up.

  “Alright, mama. I hear you.” I nodded, as I headed to my room. I was putting my fucking earplugs in my ears, cause I had done heard enough preaching for one day.

  Black Reign

  “Jasmine, I can get your number?”