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

by Natavia

  “He does look like you,” she said to me.

  I caressed her face then kissed her lips. “I apologize for the other day. I had a lot going on and you trying to fuss at me just wasn’t the right time,” I said to her.

  “What’s up with you and Kiwanna?” she asked me.

  “Nothing, she dropped my son off to me dirty, smelly, and hungry. I would never fuck with her again. I’m just trying to get used to this because I wouldn’t be able to sleep if Rayshawn goes back to his mother,” I said. “I’m ready to go to the mall to get him some things, you trying to go? Look, Shimmy I’m taking his stroller in there with me. Don’t you be sticking shit in his stroller,” I said to her.

  “Shut the fuck up, Dez. I wouldn’t do that with y’all, but that would be a good idea. A fake baby with a stroller. You know how much shit I can get with that?” she asked. I shook my head because she was serious.

  After I grabbed Rayshawn a few things, we headed to the food court. Shimmy was walking then she all of a sudden stopped in her tracks. I turned around and it was that nigga Armory she was talking to. He looked at her then blew her a kiss. I wanted to bust on that nigga, but I couldn’t. I had my son and I was in a mall full of people.

  Shimmy looked at me as I looked at her. “Look at that nigga again,” I said to her. She rolled her eyes at me. Armory walked over to us. “What’s good, shorty? Are we still on for tonight or are you playing step-mommy?” Armory asked her, grilling me.

  “Armory, now is not the time,” Shimmy said to him then he smirked.

  “I don’t care about that, shorty,” Armory said.

  WHAP. I swung on Armory. If Shimmy wasn’t pushing the stroller, I wouldn’t have swung on him, but this nigga keeps testing me.

  “Muthafucka, you going to disrespect me to my face?” I asked him, swinging on him again. He slammed me onto a table in the food court. Armory tried to hit me in the face but I dodged it. I sent a gut-wrenching punch to his ribs to slow him down. He let me go and when he did, I picked up a food tray off a nearby table, slamming it into his face. When he fell on the ground, I hit him with it again until security came and broke us up. I was always one of those types of niggas that got away from the law. Police would catch me, but I always found a way to get out of it. I shoved the biggest one off of me, he went falling into the other two. When they all fell I got up and jogged out of the food court to the nearest exit. Something told me Shimmy was in the car because she had my keys. Shimmy is a hood chick, she got ghost with my son as soon as the fight started.

  She sent me a text telling me she was at the Toys “R” Us across the street. As soon as I saw the car, I hurriedly got in then she pulled off. I was in my feelings because Shimmy just straight called the nigga up. We didn’t get a chance to even talk about that whole Kiwanna situation that day. If I had done something like that Shimmy would have been clowning. Shimmy attacked me more times than I could count. She busted my lip, flattened my tires, cut up my clothes, gave me a black eye, and broke my cell phone a whole bunch of times. The most I did was choke her out, but I felt like slapping her.

  I turned around looking in the backseat. Rayshawn was in his car seat knocked out. Shimmy was staring forward like she was scared to look at me. “For you to just be losing your virginity, you seem thirsty for a nigga. Your pussy might still be bleeding from when I popped your cherry and you still trying to fuck another nigga,” I said to her.

  “Don’t start with me, Dez. I will pull this car over and get busy with you. Stop yelling at me,” she said to me.

  WHAP. I slapped her. Shimmy got my head gone. I have never been stuck on a broad. I felt a lot of emotions balled up in me. She slammed on breaks then put the car in park.

  She leaped across the seat and started attacking me. “Nigga, you lost your damn mind putting your hands on me, hoe! You got me fucked up!” she screamed, punching me in the face. I grabbed her hands because her hits hurt and I didn’t want to end up hitting her like she was a nigga.

  “Get the fuck off of me, Shimmy,” I said to her.

  “AWWWWWW, BITCH!” I shouted because she started biting on me and digging her nails in my neck. Shimmy was like a wild pitbull. She struck me in the eye again, I slammed her head against the window and that pissed her off even more. Throughout all our commotion, my son slept peacefully. She started kicking me and swinging on me even harder. I slapped her again as hard as I could because she was beating my ass and I knew I would hurt her.

  Shimmy held her face as blood dripped from her lip, tears welled up in her eyes. My hand still stung because of how hard I slapped her. I felt my lip and it was bleeding and my neck burned. I had bite marks on my arms and my eye was swelling up. This bitch was crazy, but I loved her. I didn’t fully understand that emotion yet, but I felt something in me when that nigga was up in her face.

  “I’m going to kill you,” she threatened me.

  “Shut the fuck up and drive me to my crib. You ain’t fittin’ to do shit. Stay away from that sneaky fuck-nigga,” I said wiping the blood off my face.

  Shimmy put the car in drive then drove to my crib. When we pulled up in front of my building, I hurriedly got out then took Rayshawn’s carrier out of my car. Shimmy and I walked up the steps that were crowded with people. They were staring at me and Shimmy. I unlocked the door to my apartment, Shimmy went straight to the bathroom. My mother came out of her room with her robe on smoking a Black and Mild. She closed the door behind her. I knew it was a nigga in there, but I didn’t care about that.

  “What the hell happened to you?” my mother asked me.

  “My shorty whipped my ass, what does it look like?” I asked her.

  “Look, muthafucka. You keep talking shit, I’m going to whip your ass myself. I guess you ain’t have enough. Now, get over here so I can clean your face up. Shimmy, bring your ass out here,” my mother fussed. Shimmy came out of the bathroom, her face was swollen with a bruise. “You hit a man get prepared to get hit back like one. I didn’t raise no punk. If someone hits my son he better hit their asses back,” my mother said to Shimmy.

  “Wait a minute, Desiree. Your SON hit me first. Now, if a nigga puts his hands on me, I have every right to tag that ass like a dead body,” Shimmy said.

  “What are y’all fighting for?” my mother asked me.

  “She’s cheating on me,” I said.

  “That’s what you get,” my mother said. Shimmy started smiling. I wanted to slap her again, but I had a feeling if I did, her and my mother would jump me. My mother is the most ratchet mother throughout the whole hood.

  “Shimmy, go roll me up a blunt while I clean my son’s face,” my mother said. I took Rayshawn out of the carrier then laid him down in his new crib in my room.

  “When are you going to take him back to his mother? You are too young for all of this to be put on you,” my mother said to me.

  “She ain’t getting him back. Why are you even worried? Have I asked you for anything? I don’t even ask you to watch him. Like seriously, Ma, this conversation is dead,” I said to her. She sucked her teeth then cleaned my face with peroxide. After she was done with me, I had six band aids on my arms and neck.

  “Who you got in the room?” I asked my mother.

  “None of your business,” she spat

  “Well, tell him to pay the rent this month then,” I said getting up. I knocked on her room door because it was locked. “Ay, homie, it’s time to go,” I said.

  “What are you doing?” my mother asked, pulling me away from her door. When the door opened, I just shook my head.

  “Damn, Lee. Do Ivanka know you fucking my mama?” I asked him.

  “It’s not like that,” he said embarrassed. Lee is a good dude despite him smashing my mother. I was more mad that I saw it with my own eyes. I felt like he could’ve had more respect for my mother and took her in the bedroom. But no matter how much I fight the nigga, he is still going to do what he wants unless I killed him. I couldn’t see myself doing that because he was my
nigga and my mother will always be a woman who sleeps around.

  “He is going to leave, Ivanka,” my mother said.

  “Lee, you lying to my mama, nigga?” I asked him.

  “Naw, I been seeing your mother for a minute, a little after I moved down here,” he said. Shimmy mumbled how niggas wasn’t shit and if she was Ivanka she would kill Lee.

  “I don’t care what y’all do. I got a lot on my plate right now, but I’m telling you, Lee, my father’s been dead since I was a newborn. I don’t know that nigga at all. I don’t have a father, so, the day you start trying to act like my daddy, I swear to God I’m going to shoot you. I put that on my son,” I said to him.

  “Crazy ass nigga,” Shimmy mumbled. I left everyone in the living room. I took a shower then went to my room to lay down. My head was pounding, I had a lot on my mind. I was worried that Kiwanna could get enough evidence on me so I wouldn’t have my son, not to mention, Shimmy and that nigga she was talking to.

  I was thinking that I needed to move out of the hood. Everything was just spinning out of control. My phone rang, it was Keosha; she is a broad I was smashing from time to time. She was older, thirty-one years old. Her parents live next door to my grandmother. Keosha took my viginity. I was staying over my grandma’s house for the weekend. At the time I was only twelve, but I looked like I was sixteen. My grandmother had to rush my uncle to the hospital. Keosha came over to sit with me that night and turned me out. From that moment on, I just wanted older women. Shimmy is a breath of fresh air, even though she can’t sexually satisfy me yet.

  The phone stopped ringing then started ringing again. I ignored her call. I didn’t feel like being bothered. Keosha was crazy too. She tried to stab me a couple of months ago because she found out about Kiwanna. I was in a lot of shit. Keosha even tried to tie me up to a bed. Since then I have been keeping my distance.

  Shimmy came in my room then shut the door behind her. She must have just got out of the shower. The fresh scent of Dove body wash hit my nose. “You want a ride to your car?” I asked her.

  “No, I’m tired, I’m staying here tonight. If I wake up and you are not in the bed, get ready for round two of a good ass whipping. Last time I stayed here you was over Latifa’s house,” she spat.

  “I might go back over there tonight. You doing your thing, aren’t you?” I asked her.

  “Armory and I are just friends. Yes, he made it seem like more than what it was, but it’s not like that,” she said calmly.

  “I told over twenty bitches the same shit when I got caught doing shit. That’s the oldest trick in the book. The opposite sex cannot just be friends. Look at Kauzie and Tokyo, they were just friends, now they have a daughter, another baby on the way ,and they are living together. They got a whole family and all that shit came from just being friends,” I said to her.

  “I’m not into Armory like that,” Shimmy said.

  “When you saw that nigga, you looked like you was caught. The guilt was written all over your face. If y’all just friends, what was you looking guilty for?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she spat. I know this is my karma, but it was all happening at the wrong time. Everything is catching up to my hoe ass all at once.

  Shimmy crawled into my bed, getting under the covers. I stretched out with my knee between her legs. She was warm and wet. I wanted to be mad, but my dick stood up. I’m ready to start jerking off because a nigga stayed on solid.

  Shimmy scooted closer to me. Moments later I had her legs up, feasting between her thighs.

  She moaned and slightly bucked her hips forward. She wasn’t new to the feeling. I have been pleasing Shimmy orally for months. I opened her lips up until I saw nothing but the pink middle. I slid my tongue into her tight hole, dipping it in and out of her. “OOHHHHHH,” she moaned silently. Her pussy clenched, letting me know she was about to cum. I pinned her legs all the way back, I was licking and slurping like she was an ice cream cone. Her toes cracked and her back arched when she let all of her essence drip into my mouth. I have been familiar with the technique of giving head for a while, but not one female made me want to bust just by giving head. Shimmy’s taste was even different from everyone else’s. Pre-cum dripped from my shaft when she got wetter.

  I wiped her wetness from my face, crawled on top of her kissing her neck, then sucked on her breasts. If it wasn’t for an older woman teaching me, I wouldn’t know what to do when it came to fucking. Shimmy gripped my head, I groped at her other breast then sucked on her nipple. My finger played in her sex while I continued to suck and lick her plump breast. She was dripping and sweating from the orgasm I gave her. I rubbed my dick around her center, her pussy clenched. Shimmy wanted me to enter her. I could tell by the way her walls was trying to catch me, like a Venus Fly Trap.

  “Can, I put it in?” I asked her. She shyly nodded her head. I eased myself inside of her, she tensed up.

  “Shorty, you got to relax,” I said to her. She dropped her legs, opening them up wider for me. I cuffed her under the ass then slid more of myself into her. I slightly moaned at her tightness, her walls gripping me like a blood pressure cuff. She was too wet and warm. I don’t care if Shimmy never learned how to sex me back. If she did, it would be lethal. Good pussy could just lay still and get fucked, I would still be satisfied. I slowly pumped in and out of her. The more I moved, the more she relaxed. Minutes later I was stroking her into another orgasm.

  “IT FEELLLSSS SOOO GOOOODDDD!” she moaned with her body jerking, making her titties bounce. I lifted myself up like I was doing push ups. I slowly pounded into her spot, pulled out, then put it back in again. I repeated that technique over and over until Shimmy had a tear sliding out of her eye. I never thought I would say this, but I liked that I was in control. Her laying here made me become more aroused as she took all of me.

  She started to move her hips a little. “Keep your ass still,” I said pumping harder and faster. Shimmy pulled her hair, a track piece slid out as I slid so deep into her. I lifted her leg up, grinding into her, and she dug her nails into my back. I was balls-deep giving her nothing but strokes, no stopping, no pausing, nothing and I wasn’t pulling out. It was nothing but deep stroke after deep stroke. I licked her lips, then sucked on the bottom one. My dick jerked, Shimmy moaned louder from the friction of me jerking against her spot. I grunted as my nut filled her up.

  I was still hard so I started stroking inside of her again. “What are you doing?” Shimmy asked.

  “Shorty, we got a long night, I’m never done,” I said licking her lips. The rumors about young niggas having stamina are true. I can bust all night and never get tired.

  One week later…

  I took my grandmother’s offer and decided to move in the apartment downstairs in her house. Rayshawn had his own room and it was more spacious. It was like a regular two-bedroom apartment. My mother got mad and even called Nana up, but she ended up being okay with me leaving. Shimmy and I were back on good terms, but I still had something for that nigga Armory when I saw him. There’s something about him that I don’t trust. He doesn’t live around here, but seems to hang around so much. That nigga is up to something, including trying to fuck my shorty.

  “Damn, nigga. You paying me for this,” Osari fussed as he pulled my clothes box out of his truck.

  “I helped you move into your condo, didn’t I?” I asked him.

  “Muthafucka’, I did all of the work. You ain’t do shit but look at me,” Osari said, slamming the box on the ground. Uncle Speedy came down the ramp.

  “Look, at this little nigga here. I haven’t seen you since you was yay high,” Uncle Speedy said to Osari.

  “I haven’t seen you since you was my height,” Osari said. I elbowed the nigga because he didn’t mean half of what he said. My uncle got a little sensitive about the fact that he don’t have any legs.

  “You always been a little cocky nigga,” Speedy said laughing Osari off. Osari walked up the ramp, placing
a small box in Speedy’s lap. “What you want me to do with this?” Speedy asked Osari.

  “Come on, Speedy, I heard you be doing 100 mph chasing the ice cream truck. You can help us move these boxes into the house,” Osari said to him. Speedy sucked his teeth then wheeled the box up his ramp.

  “Yo, you a foul nigga for that,” I said chuckling.

  “That nigga can do more than what y’all think he can do. Remember a few years back when I came down for the summer? Well, anyways, I snuck outside to smoke me a blunt. Yo, this nigga was in a baby stroller getting pushed down the sidewalk by the chick Veronica he used to mess with. Anyways, they had all of this shit in the stroller. They went to the mall and cleaned up. Veronica said she pushed the stroller around in the store and Speedy was snatching shit off the rack,” Osari said. By the time he was finished telling me the story I was on the ground almost. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

  “They couldn’t tell he was a man?” I asked, wiping tears out of my eyes.

  “Nigga, Speedy’s torso only weighs about eight pounds, if that. That nigga is skinny and before he lost his legs he was only like five-foot-one. Veronica had the blanket over him. Yo, I couldn’t believe that shit myself,” Osari said with a serious face.