A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle (A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma Book 3)

by Natavia

  He yanked me by the ankles until my butt was halfway off the bed. “What you trying to do?” he asked. That tingling sensation throbbed between my legs again.

  Dez put his finger inside me. “Why are you playing with me?” he asked. I tried to smack his hand away but, he slapped mine instead. “Don’t touch me,” he said.

  “What are you ready to do?” I asked nervously. I wanted to give it to him, but I was nervous about the pain that I was about to endure.

  “Pop this cherry. Now, relax your ass, Shimmy. I’m tired of you teasing me,” he said. He released himself from his boxer-briefs. He rubbed his thick head up and down between my slit. I moaned as he rubbed my full breasts.

  “I’m ready to go in,” he said. I nervously nodded as I waited for him to penetrate me. I closed my eyes.

  “OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW,” I cried as his dick entered me.

  “I’m not even in yet,” he said, holding my legs up. Sweat formed on my forehead, my heart beat faster as he put more of himself in me. I felt my hymen tear, the pain was unbearable. I burst into tears.

  “Relax,” he said, kissing my lips.

  “What the hell is going on in there? Dez, I swear you better not be doing nothing to her. I got my bat in my hand. Open up this damn door.” Shannon banged on the door.

  “I’m poppin’ her damn cherry!” Dez hollered back. He put more of his weight on me as he went deeper. He kissed my tears then gently kissed my lips. I laid there ,still not knowing what to do.

  “You feel like heaven, shorty,” he said, sucking on my neck. He was gentle with me. I didn’t think Dez was capable of having this much compassion. I didn’t think he would handle me with care. My love for him had completely taken off. The pain was still there, but it was slowly fading away. He seemed rough, but his touches were gentle, even when he entered me. He didn’t rush it, he took his time with me.

  “Can I put more in?” he asked in my ear as he grinded slowly into my spot. I nodded my head letting him know I was ready. He raised his body up then slid more of himself in deep.

  “OOOOOHHHHHH,” I moaned, as my pussy adjusted to his size. He took my nipple into his mouth as his hands gently caressed my body. Shannon was still making threats on the other side of the door, but we ignored her. Dez’s hands slid up my leg then he wrapped them around me as he sucked on my neck. His pace was so gentle that I forgot it was my first time. He made me feel comfortable even if the pain never fully went away. He throbbed inside of me. “I’m ready to let go,” he said, picking up his pace. After a few moments he let out a loud groan then collapsed on top of me. He kissed my lips again then rolled off me. I looked down then jumped up.

  “What the fuck?” he said. I looked down at his dick and in between my legs. There was blood everywhere.

  “Are you mad at me?” he asked, holding my head up by my chin. He kissed my lips then wrapped his arms around me.

  “If you fuck with another female on me, I’m going to kill the both of y’all. Don’t fuck with me, Dez,” I said to him.

  “Shut your ass up. I’m not thinking about nobody’s pussy but yours. It’s juicy and tight,” he said, licking my neck, causing me to giggle. My experience wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but something was telling me I was going to soon regret it.

  The next day…

  Shannon and I rode through the hood. It was a nice day out and the corners were crowded. Everybody and their mama was outside enjoying the weather. I had my Ciroc and pineapple juice in the trunk. Shannon and I was going to kick it in the hood. I was wearing a pair of leggings, an off-the-shoulder black sweatshirt with a skull head on it and I had on a pair of black UGG boots. My hair was styled in a bob like always with purple streaks. My lipstick was bright purple, you couldn’t tell me nothing. I was a thick broad, I was bigger than Kyree. I wore a size fourteen, but in Maryland that was considered a normal size.

  Desiree was sitting on her steps with Latifa. They were smoking a blunt and drinking wine coolers. Latifa looked at me then rolled her eyes. I parked my car in front of Dez’s building then got out with Shannon getting out behind me. “Hey, mama-in-law,” I said rubbing it in. Latifa sucked her teeth. “What you got sperm in your throat, bitch?” I asked her.

  “Cut that shit out, Shimmy.” Desiree laughed, standing up to hug me.

  “I’m too old to be fussing with that young lil’ bitch,” Latifa said, rolling her eyes.

  “You are a smart bitch, ‘cause if you know what I know you wouldn’t be fussing with this young lil’ bitch. Now, I’m going to sit on this step and chill with Desiree. I’m warning you now, if you look at me wrong or even breathe by me wrong, I’m busting your head wide open,” I said to her, balling up my fists. Shannon stood behind me grilling Latifa. “She don’t want these problems, Shimmy,” Shannon said. Shannon didn’t care if she got her butt beat or not, if I got into something then she was into something. She and I had been that way for years.

  Latifa rolled her eyes at us then continued to smoke her blunt. Desiree shook her head at Latifa. “You on your own, Latifa. If something pops off, don’t look for me. This my baby right here,” Desiree said.

  “So, you and my son finally made it official, huh?” Desiree asked. I started blushing.

  “How do you know?” I asked her.

  “He came home this morning smiling. That grumpy lil’ nappy-headed heifer ain’t never smiling in the morning,” Desiree said.

  “That’s because he had something fresh. Not none of this contaminated shit that be floating around,” I said looking at Latifa. I heard the sounds of loud music playing. I looked and it was Osari’s Escalade coming around the corner.

  “Isn’t that your little nephew?” Latifa asked being thirsty.

  “Something like that. That’s Dez’s father nephew. Why you want to know?” Desiree asked Latifa. Osari parked his truck then hopped out, looking fresh as always. His jeans sagged slightly, his black t-shirt fitting him perfectly. You could tell by his arms that he worked out. His tattoos were very colorful. His black fitted hat was pulled down low over his funny-colored eyes. Latifa was drooling over his diamond Rolex with the matching diamond chain.

  “What y’all hoes doing?” Osari asked chuckling.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Osari,” Desiree said getting mad.

  “I wasn’t talking to you, Desiree, a hit dog will holla though. Ain’t that right Stifler’s Mom?” Osari asked Desiree. Shannon and I burst out into a fit of laughter.

  “When are you taking me for a ride?” Latifa asked Osari, smoking a Black and Mild.

  “Shorty, only thing a bitch that smoke Black and Milds can do for me is steal my shorty some Brazilian hair bundles for the low,” he said to her. I laughed until my side hurt.

  “Heyyyy, Osarriiii,” Shannon flirted. Now, Shannon doesn’t like men, but she always goes out of her way to speak to Osari.

  “What’s up, shorty?” Osari said to her. Shannon started blushing. I elbowed her in the side.

  “Where is Dez’s bitch ass at? I told him to meet me here,” Osari said to me.

  “I don’t know,” I said to him.

  “Osari, come here for a minute,” Mya said to him, walking up the sidewalk. I couldn’t stand her. She had a restraining order out on me because Tokyo and I beat her and her cousin, Aries up. Mya used to sleep around with Kauzie before he and Tokyo became official. Osari walked away from us; he and Mya started talking.

  “Wait a minute. Osari fucking with Mya?” Shannon asked me.

  “I heard that rumor a few weeks ago, but I don’t know. Kyree asked him about it, but he told Kyree to mind her business. Mya fucks any nigga who got fat pockets,” I said being nosey. All four of us were on the step were watching Mya and Osari talk.

  “I thought he was with his baby mama,” Shannon said.

  “Dez told me that they are trying to work it out. I don’t think they are officially back together yet,” I said.

  “This is the hood, Shimmy, everybody’s fucking somebody,” Des
iree said.

  “Latifa knows all about it, ain’t that right?” I asked her.

  “You know what, I’m about to whip this lil’ bitch’s ass.” Latifa hopped up. I hurriedly got up, striking her before she got a chance to take advantage of me. Latifa was trying to get me while I was still sitting down but I was too quick.

  “Bitch, you trying to sneak me?” I asked her, swinging her down the steps. Desiree tried to pull me off of Latifa but I wasn’t letting up. I dragged her across the ground into the parking lot, raining blows on her head.

  “Fuck her ass up, Shimmy!” Shannon yelled, wanting to get a hit in, but I preferred one-on-one fights. Osari tried to help Desiree pull me off of Latifa, but it wasn’t working. Latifa got a good hit in, punching me in the eye. I slammed her onto a car, still striking her in the face.

  “Stop it, Shimmy!” Desiree screamed. Osari helped Latifa off the car. “Those Black and Milds, shorty, stay away from those, because after the first swing, you just didn’t have it anymore,” Osari said to Latifa.

  “How does my bob look, Shannon? If it’s out of place I’m going back in on that ass,” I said to her.

  “You still cute,” she said.

  “I will be back out,” Latifa said, snatching away from Osari. She stormed down the sidewalk towards her building, cursing me out.

  “I will be right here! We can take a break, but trust and believe me, after the break is over I’m breaking my foot off in yo’ stankin’ ass!” I yelled back at her. I walked towards Dez’s building and Mya was still standing there waiting for Osari. Mya looked at me then rolled her eyes.

  “The way I’m feeling you can catch an ass whipping too. Fuck your restraining order. Osari, you better get that bitch before I whip her ass next. These bitches got Shimmy fucked up like a bad weave. I’m not for this shit today,” I said.

  “Sit yo’ ass down,” Desiree said to me, laughing. I started laughing at Desiree.

  “I saw you hit Latifa in her face a few times. Calling yourself trying to break it up,” I said, and we all laughed.

  “I am ready to leave, I will be waiting for you later,” Mya said to Osari. He licked his lips at her plump behind when she walked off.

  “Dog-ass nigga,” I said to Osari.

  “I’m in the dog house with my baby mama still, so, I can do what I want. Mind yo’ business,” Osari said rolling up his blunt. Dez pulled up to his building. He looked pissed that I was sitting in front of his building. He threw his backpack over his shoulder. Dez was still in high school; he was in the twelfth grade. I was happy that he was still going to school. I didn’t go to college, but I did graduate last year. I wanted to make Kyree proud because she did a lot for me and made sure that I stayed out of trouble.

  “About damn time, school let out an hour ago,” Osari said.

  Dez gave Osari dap. “My bad, nigga. Something came up,” he said to Osari. Dez grilled me. “Yo, what you doing in my hood when I’m not out here? What you fighting for?” Dez asked me.

  “I don’t know what you talking about,” I said, brushing him off. Dez looked at Shannon then smirked. “What’s up? You good?” he asked her laughing. She rolled her eyes at him, sipping her drink from her plastic cup. Desiree’s cell phone rang. She went into her apartment to take the call.

  “Why are you out here, Shimmy?” Dez asked me.

  “Nigga, because I’m out here. What are you fittin’ to do about it? I wish you’d get the fuck out of my face, damn,” I said to him.

  He grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me up off the step. “Yo, who is you talking to like that? Get your ass off my step. What are you spying on me for?” Dez asked me. Dez knew me all too well. I wanted to see who he was going to bring home from school.

  “Why do you always have to be a jack ass?” Shannon asked Dez.

  “Y’all two fucking or something?” Dez asked us.

  “NO!” Shannon spat.

  “Exactly. Don’t you worry about me,” Dez said laughing. After Shannon and I drank half of the bottle I was buzzed. Dez and Osari hung out talking mess to people while they played in the dice game on the corner. A cab pulled up to Dez’s mama’s building and Kiwanna stepped out.

  “Someone is fittin’ to go to jail,” Shannon said to me. I sat quietly as I watched Kiwanna march over to Dez then started attacking him. “Where is my fucking son? Give him back to me!” Kiwanna screamed.

  “He is MY son, bitch! He ain’t got no mama! He is over his great-grandmother’s house! I told you earlier that you wasn’t getting him back! You dropped him off filthy!” Dez hollered.

  I got up then walked towards them. “What son?” I asked.

  Dez looked at me with pitiful eyes. “Not now, Shimmy,” he said to me.

  “The son he and I have together. He must not have shared the DNA results with you, he got them yesterday,” Kiwanna said. That’s why Dez seemed like he had a lot on his mind yesterday. He had just found out the baby everyone said was his was actually his.

  “We can talk about this later, Shimmy,” Dez said sadly.

  Kiwanan struck him in the face. “Nigga, you ain’t got to explain a damn thing to this young fat bitch!” Kiwanna screamed at him.

  Dez slapped her as hard as he could then he started choking her, ragging her out like a rag doll. “Bitch, you ain’t shit but a trashy ass bitch. Why did you send him to my home in that condition? He was hungry and shitty, bitch, he even had ringworms in his hair. You ain’t getting him back,” Dez said, his eyes watering.

  “Chill out, nigga. This broad is going to call the police on you,” Osari said to Dez.

  Dez dropped Kiwanna down on the ground. “My son ain’t got no fucking mother. As long as you remember that shit, we gucci. Come around here clowning on me again and watch what I do to you,” he said to her. Kiwanna got off the ground then ran to her cab. Dez walked off towards his building.

  I followed behind him. “When were you going to tell me, Dez? Answer me!” I screamed, pulling on his shirt.

  “This doesn’t have nothing to do with you. He was before you and me. Honestly, shorty, you can take your ass on. I have a lot on my plate right now. I have a son who was being neglected. I’m eighteen years old with no fucking job. I’m all he has right now. That’s what’s on my mind right now. You and your fucking tantrums can wait till later,” he said, walking into his apartment then slamming the door in my face.

  Shannon and I got inside my car. I pulled off heading back home. “I know his son was before me, but why do I feel like Dez and I are never going to work? I gave him my virginity,” I said bursting into tears, regretting everything.

  Osari

  “What the fuck is you using your teeth for?” I asked Mya. I was sitting on her couch in her living room getting head from her.

  “It’s big,” she complained.

  “So is your damn mouth. You can either stuff my shit in there or get the fuck up. I got places to be and right now I’d rather not be here. You been texting me and calling me, telling me you want to do this and that to me. I ain’t seeing shit yet,” I said to her. She wiped her mouth off then stood up.

  “Can we just fuck?” She asked me.

  “If the head is garbage, so is the pussy. If you can’t work your mouth, then I’m not interested in none of your hip movements,” I said. I pushed her away from me then fixed myself. My cell phone rang. It was Tassana calling me, but knowing Mya she wouldn’t let that fly easily. I’m wasting my time with these broads. Tassana and Kyree be having me stressed out. I wanted to get my dick wet without all that emotional shit they had going on. Kyree called me earlier cursing me out because she heard I was talking to Mya. I heard she was back talking to No Hands, but she don’t see me complaining.

  “Wait a minute, Osari. You said you was going to get my hair done,” Mya said, holding her hand out. I pulled a wad out of my pocket then placed fifty bucks in her hand. “What is this?” she asked me.

  “For your hair. Shorty, keep it real with a nigga. You got synthetic tr
acks in yo’ head. I’m being nice giving you an extra twenty for the glue and the stocking cap you need for it. The extra ten you can give to any bitch in the hood that would sit your simple ass down in their kitchen to do your shit. Ten dollars for a dime bag of weed. That fifty dollars can stretch you. Now, don’t call me until you can suck my dick right,” I said, walking out of her house. Females like Mya were thirsty for any nigga getting money. She would be calling me back with the best head she could give. I had seen broads not knowing what to do, but as soon as a nigga say something about money they turn into a super freak.

  When I got into my truck, I called Tassana back. She answered the phone with an attitude.

  “What’s up?” I asked her.

  “Where you at? I’ve been waiting outside of your building for a fucking hour, Osari. You are supposed to keep the baby for a few days like we agreed,” Tassana said to me.

  “I don’t remember that,” I said to her.