I kissed his mouth softly and passionately. I wanted him to feel the love through my kisses and touch. He held my face as my hair dangled in his. He sucked on my neck and I let him with a slight smile on my face. I missed him, so I said it.
“I missed you too baby,” he whispered in my ear.
Yung sat up and I rubbed my hands on his back as we kissed. I gave him a slight back massage as my legs were wrapped around his waist.
Yung was just as gentle as I was. He sucked my breasts one at a time. He paid attention to my nipples, which sent chills up and down my spine. He laid me on my back and removed both our robes completely. It was about to get hot in the room. He tasted me slowly at first. Then he devoured himself in my pussy. My back arched up from the pleasure. He licked and sucked my “button.” I moaned. He rose up to kiss me on the mouth. As much as I loved him, I still avoided the kiss. My juices were all in his “womb broom.” He wasn’t having it so I had to kiss my baby. He got the juices off his beard. Guess he figured that was the problem, which it was.
I couldn’t wait any longer so I slid him in me. He acted as if he wanted to stop to get a condom but the strokes got his ass. Missionary, doggy style, me riding him, reverse cowgirl, on the floor, in the shower, in the Jacuzzi, scratching, biting, fucking, and love making all in one night or should I say morning. We got our fucking money’s worth. Well, he did. The guests in the other room got an earful. It was his pussy and he wanted me to say it and ya know I did.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
Yung wanted to hear the response loud and clear and he told me he loved me too. My lips were swollen and not the ones on my face. He bust about three times and I squirted enough to win a water gun fight. We were fucking exhausted. We stayed up doing all that until about 5am. We slept until checkout at noon. The wakeup call woke us up and then he told me to go down and put some more money on the room so we could stay longer. I was pissed that I had to get up but I took my torn up coochie down to the lobby. We ended up staying until about 5pm. My ass had to go home. Yung rolled over and got in me again. It was not enjoyable that time. My shit was tore up, but in a good satisfied way. I decided to give him some “face to face” to give my coochie a break. He was pleased with that.
After that final eruption, we gathered our shit and left. We would usually go shop or something but we both had been M.I.A. to the world for a whole day. Yung said he needed to get back to the money. He broke me off a few Franklins and Grants before I got on the train headed home, but he was still acting weird. He told me he had to tell me something, but that was not the time. Who does that? Like my mind not going to be on that. I knew there was no point in pressing him because he meant what he said. Yung would tell me when he was ready.
Despite the partial news, it was a great night. I often wondered how niggas could just talk to a whole bunch of different girls and act normal around them like they just didn’t fuck somebody else. I used to be on edge and I stayed on bullshit. I must have been like a nigga cuz I was about to do just that. I got home later on that day and took the longest, hottest, bath ever so I could soak my body and va-jay-jay.
I recapped on the current events. It made me smile and I felt a tingle between my legs. I washed my hair and let it air dry. I cut my phone on finally and saw about 15 missed calls. I had only called my mom the whole time. She thought I stayed with my older cousin at her dorm room so she didn’t bother me. Nell was hot of course. He called several times. He wanted to see me so I just threw on some sweats and headed to his crib. His car was parked in the front when I pulled up.
Dash opened the door as usual. He pulled my ponytail like a big brother would do to his little sister. A little too hard too.
“Stop Dash,” I screamed and hit him. He was always annoying me. Nell said I should be happy because that meant he liked me. I was the sister he always wanted. I loved him too but he was too rough. I was a girl. I wanted to snap on his ass, but Nell came up the stairs and my attention turned towards him.
He laughed, “Leave my girl alone,” he told Dash.
“Shut up lil nigga,” Dash said back. I saw the bullshit brewing. “Do something then,” Dash said.
“Oh God, here we go,” I thought. They were about to wrestle and fuck up the house, so I eased past. I decided to take my ass downstairs and skip the whole “male bonding.” I sat on his bed and looked around his room. I saw his cap and gown hanging on his closet door. I heard bumping and all kind of other sounds up stairs. I shook my head and turned Nell’s oversized TV on. Sunday was a good Lifetime day. I took off my shoes and got comfy. I even grabbed his chips off his nightstand. “Thanks boo!”
Nell came down all sweaty with a few scratches. Of course, he said he won, but Dash yelled downstairs, “I beat that ass Cherokee. Don’t let him lie to you,” he said sounding normal and not winded at all.
They were both laughing. I laughed at them for even doing that shit. Guess it was a brotherly love thing. To beat each other’s asses to a certain extent and laugh and talk shit about it later. Barbaric, I shook my head. He immediately said he was not watching Lifetime when he saw the TV.
“Please baby, that shit makse me sleepy,” he said trying to get me to turn. “I got over a hundred movies over there. Pick one.”
I looked through his collection of real movies. No bootlegs. He owned “Paid in Full,” “Boys in the Hood,” “Menace to Society,” “Fresh,” “Blow,” “Friday,” “Belly,” “Juice,” “State Property,” “Scarface,” “The God Father,” and a plethora of other hood movies that niggas loved.
“I’m gonna chose something Sunday friendly,” I said. “Poetic Justice” was cool. I hadn’t seen that in a while. Nell laughed at me calling it Sunday friendly.
Nell wasn’t trying to watch a movie though. As soon as we got comfy and halfway through the movie, he started making little moves. I tried to play him, but he wasn’t going. He slid his hand in my pants and slid my panties to the side. The last thing I remembered was Lucky and Chicago fighting. I couldn’t get all the way into the sex until I saw Lucky throw Chicago’s brush on the bridge. That shit was funny to me every time. I always wondered how he got to Oakland.
We got it in for about an hour. I felt kind of crazy because I had never fucked back to back like that. Well, at least not that same day anyway. I couldn’t tell my man no though. And I wasn’t turning down Yung’s sex and time, ever.
“Fuck it,” I thought.
Niggas do it all the time, but they were probably not in pain. Nell thought I was cringing and screaming cuz he was giving me the best dick ever, but I was really sore tryna keep his ass from ripping my guts up. I had to call Tiara and tell her about my whorish weekend once I got home. That was the wrong bitch to tell when I felt kind of bad.
She was like, “Get it in bitch!”
After that, I went back to not feeling bad. I shook my head at her response. Leave it up to Tiara to turn your frown upside down. At least I cared for them both. That was what I was gonna tell myself to keep a clear mind. It was true though. They wouldn’t find out about each other and even if they did, Yung wouldn’t say shit. How could he? Nell would be the one hurt if anything. They both spent their money on me and I was cruising through life thus far.
“Oh! I have to shop for a prom dress!” The thought hit me out of nowhere.
Yung didn’t know it, but he had just purchased it for me when he broke me off at the hotel. “Nell asked me to go to his prom with him,” I told Tiara. “I didn’t even think about the shit but he is a senior. He figured I automatically knew and I guess I should of but damn he could have asked,” I told her. “Now I got to find a dress and shoes in less than a month and you know I am very very picky,” I reminded her. “I have to be the shit.”
Tiara knew what was up. She had to look for a dress too. It was her senior year as well. “I guess we are going shopping then,” she said.
It was 3am and my phone rang. I knew it was Yung. He stayed calling me late or early as fuck. “Hello
,” I said in the groggy voice.
“You sleep,” he said knowing good and damn well I was.
I lied of course, “No.” That was my baby and I want edto hear what he had to say. Yung finally decided he needed to tell me the BIG secret that was killing me inside. He had never really kept a secret from me and he was real with me when I asked him anything normally. This was new and had my heart pounding. I could tell he had a few drinks in him from the way he was slurring. I had just spent Saturday and Sunday with him and here he was calling me at 3am Monday morning to tell me some bullshit.
“What Yung tell me, damn,” I snapped.
“Look Cherokee, you know I love the fuck outta you,” he paused. “I slipped up though and Tasha is pregnant. She’s keeping it and she says its mine. She’s four months and I just wanted to tell you before you heard,” he said and waited for a reaction.
I was speechless. I hung up on his ass. I was too angry to cuss him out. I felt like that nigga just gave another one of my babies to another bitch. He didn’t bother to call back. He just sent a text saying, “Sorry!” I cried.
Tasha was his girlfriend during his senior year. They had an on-again off-again relationship. They weren’t off during prom but I ended up being his date. I’m sure she hated that, but he promised me when we were together that he was taking me to prom no matter what and he did. We looked good too. His first BM was even around trying to act regular before we actually left for the prom. I knew he wanted his baby to be there so Starr was too. His parents took pictures of us like I was her mom and the three of us were a family.
Yung was sixteen when he had her and Starr was nineteen. She hated that I was a lil young bitch. She was tryna mess up my flow, but little did she know, she couldn’t. What we did is what we did. Outsiders didn’t matter and I was the one on his side during that memorable moment. We had a good night and it ended better. I was cool with his first baby with Starr even though Starr hated my guts. I probably would too because I just wouldn’t go away and Yung wouldn’t let me. She had been around for a few so I was used to her. Their baby even liked me. That was my Pooh Pooh even though I knew Starr would hate it if she knew that I babysat her and spent a lot of time with Yung and the baby doing stuff they should have been doing. Now the nigga was on baby number two. I was thrown off.
Journal Entry May 2002
As a teenager, do you know what good sex really is? I think it’s the act of it. The pleasure of the moment. Are we really in love to say we are making love? I doubt it. It has to be more to it. Otherwise, God wouldn’t have wanted us to wait until marriage. I was cool with my two dicks for now even though Yung was on punishment. I stayed up all night thinking about several things: this bitch Tasha, Yung dumb ass and how he need to strap that dick up, finding a damn prom dress, and making sure I make me an STD appointment. Can’t be too safe and obviously Yung was out doing his thang. I had my Marsha moment: Tasha, Tasha, Tasha! Boy, please! You and Tasha can be a family.
Good sex twice in one weekend. One I’m in love with and the other I love, but I don’t know if it’s true or if I'm just bored and like the things he could do for me. Nell has my attention for now. I can’t say how long. He was my flavor for the month. The last 2 months to be exact. The weather was getting nice. Something happens in the summer to females. Hell, it might happen to Nell. Being single is just better for the weather. My wardrobe wouldn’t be appropriate in a relationship. I rock short shorts all day. May was around the corner. Prom then graduation for Nell and he had plans to go to school down south on a full athletic scholarship. I felt like our relationship was going to be short lived anyway. I still had another year to go in high school.
I didn’t put my journal away until after 4am and it was a school night. I sent a few texts out to see who was up. No responses. I decided to give me and Yung a break. His ass was doing too much with all those chicks and babies. I was depressed by my decision but it was for the best. I was going to just focus on looking fly for Nell’s prom and being his trophy. I was sure we were the couple to beat so I had to be untouchable. Yung wasn’t checking for me how I needed and wanted him too, so that day started my hiatus.
“Fuck Yung,” I thought. He would be calling me soon. He always did and I had no words for him.
It was prom day and unlike those other chicks, I had to get my dress custom made. You would not catch me rocking the same dress as another girl. I went to a few stores with Tiara and my mom, but nothing impressed me. My mom wanted me to settle because she was tired of looking, but I wasn’t.
“It’s not even your prom,” she said. “You can be real cute next year,” she tried to persuade me. I didn’t care about that. I was going to be real cute both years. One of my friend’s moms made wedding dresses so I knew she was my girl. We decided on a bluish green ombre material. It was very pretty. It made me look like a mermaid due to the colors fading and blending into each other. I decided on a two-piece. I had the sparkly tube top and a long fitted skirt with slits so high you could see my “good china.” I loved it.
My dressmaker was surprised at how high I wanted my slit and how high my mom allowed me to get it. She must have never come across a young lady like me. I knew exactly how I wanted to look and she hooked me up. Me, and my mom had to bust a move to my hometown to get my hair done by the coldest up do, prom beautician in the city, Toochie. She hooked me up quickly and added little sparkle clips to finish the look. Then I had to go to the nail shop.
“Yes, full set with a lot of bling and toes too,” I told Lisa. I only fucked with Lisa on the nails. I matched the polish perfectly.
My damn shoes were bad. My shoes were on another level. Definitely stripper status especially since I got them from a lingerie store.
We were on crunch time but I made it back to my new city before 5pm. I had to be dressed by six. Nell was calling every hour checking my progress. He was excited and he was stressing me the fuck out, but I couldn’t cuss him out with my mom in the car. He told me his brother rented us a Range Rover, he had his tux with the long coat due to my request, his hair was faded up, jewelry cleaned, and pockets were fat.
He said, “The sky was the limit.”
I was excited but I knew I needed more than an hour. I ran to my room and got my underwear out, lotions, perfumes, body glitter, makeup, deodorant, and accessories. I took a quick shower. Not too hot. I couldn’t melt my hair. I started getting dressed at 6pm.
Nell had already called twice saying his family was there waiting.
“Dammit,” I thought. “Ok,” I told him, “Come on.” I was still standing in my underwear with one eye made up. He was going to kill me. I finished my makeup and slid on my dress. My mom came in to assist me with my gaudy jewelry and touched up my makeup for me. She looked pleased with my look. She knew I had my own style and I was gonna be killin’ ’em. My booty was banging once I put my tall ass heels on. I was prepared to rock those mugs the entire night with the pain and all.
Nell arrived in the most beautiful colored Range. It was my ultimate dream truck so I was pleased with the selection. My mom took her few shots and we all headed to his house. My mom trailed us in her car. When we pulled up Nell had a nice crowd waiting. I was a little nervous but I was cute so why not. He opened the door for me and the flashes started immediately. I felt like a celebrity. I got ooooh’s and ahhhhh’s. His uncles and male cousins were impressed. He introduced me to his mom Mona.
“You look beautiful baby,” he smiled.
“Thanks,” I said with a Kool-Aid smile.
His Granny Rose said, “Them some bad shoes girl.” I laughed at Granny’s comment. I saw granny was a lil jazzy.
His great granny was disgusted that all my assets were out and I was “bare legged” as she called it. She was old school and my mom and I laughed at her similarities to my granny. I smiled for all the pictures. His family was nice. The family gave us a lot of compliments. Dash took the most damn pictures and was the most emotional. He kept hugging us and shit. I thought it
was funny. Guess it was like his son was growing up. Some of the family were even tryna get at my momma. We had a good time at our pre-prom photo session and I could see our families getting along. We finally left his crib at seven. We were late as hell. Guess we were fashionably late because my baby was looking sexy and he kept staring at me and saying how pretty I was. I just wanted to make his night special. He just wanted to get to the hotel.
As soon as we pulled up it was pretty cool. Nice cars were parked all around the nice hotel the prom was being held in. The décor was beautiful. It felt like a royal ball. We had to sit and eat as soon as we arrived. The food was bland. Some chicken, potatoes, and a salad. Nothing worth eating really. It reminded me of wedding food from the lack of seasoning. The white people didn’t have a problem with it. The salad was good so I ate that.
Nell’s guys came over to the table so they could take their pictures. We took a few shots and then I took a few shots for them. Then we all went and stood in line for the professional photos. Nell and I took three poses. Then he and his fifteen plus friends and teammates took their photos. They looked good. Then the senior girls gathered to take their shots. I almost forgot that Essence was going to be there. Her dress was a long fitted sequined dress. Nothing really was spectacular about it. It might have come from Sears if that, and her hair looked like it was slept on. Two thumbs down for her.
After checking out Essence, I started looking around at the other girls and their dresses, shoes, and hair game. The white girls wore the usual puffy Cinderella dresses with there up dos that last for one day. Some black girls wore the Cinderella dresses too. Most wore long fitted plain dresses. A lot of long weaves. Nothing really impressed me except for two or three of the girls. I saw hair was not a major thing there. It was important to me and my people back home. I doubted if I could find a beautician in the area. I sat back at the table while Nell made his rounds. I drank some punch and kept doing my favorite thing, people watching. White people dance weird.
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