by Natavia
“The next time you make Nana do all of this shit for you, I’m going to fucking strangle you. Do you hear me? I’m going to strap you to a fence and run into you over and over until your little ass body is the size of a chicken nugget. Now, roll this blunt up for me,” I said. Speedy mumbled under his breath calling me a crazy bitch, but I didn’t care. I was used to being called that.
Speedy and I sat on the porch smoking until Dez came home from school. Armory and I still talked and texted each other occasionally. He was a really cool person although he started that fight with Dez first. Armory had texted, telling me that he was in the area and we should meet up for lunch. I texted him back telling him maybe some other time. He wanted me to come to a party some man named Quron was having, but I told him I didn’t know yet. When Dez pulled up, I hurriedly locked my phone then stuffed it in my pocket.
“What’s good, shorty?” Dez asked me smirking. He had his gold fronts in his mouth. His hair was tapered perfectly on the sides, the middle kinky like everyone was wearing their hair now. I loved when Dez wore sweat pants because when he walked, you could see the print. I stood up, giving him a hug. He hugged me back, gripping my bottom. He sucked on my bottom lip.
“You don’t have no panties on, do you?” Dez asked, rubbing on my booty. I had on a pair of tight PINK sweat pants. I stopped wearing panties when Dez and I started having sex. No matter where we were, he wanted it.
“UMMMM.” Speedy cleared his throat.
“What are you blocking for, Speedy?” Dez asked, giving him dap.
“Let me hold something,” Speedy said to Dez. Dez went into his pocket pulling out a few twenties then slapped them in Speedy’s hand.
“Don’t ask me for shit else, Speedy. I mean that shit too, you hit me up for a total of two hundred dollars so far this week,” Dez said to him.
“You got it, lil’ nigga,” Speedy responded. I walked into the house then downstairs to Dez’s apartment. He had it laid out which took me by surprise because of his age and the fact that he is a male. Most men didn’t have taste in furniture, but Dez did. His apartment was bigger than the one Shannon and I had together. I kicked my shoes off then got comfortable. Nana carried Rayshawn downstairs then into his room; she laid him down in his crib.
“That is such a good little baby. I hope his mother just drops dead already. She can come back anytime to get him if she wanted to. Dez doesn’t have any court papers saying that he has full custody,” Nana fussed. Dez came down the stairs with an angry expression on his face.
“Nana, let me talk to Shimmy real quick,” Dez said.
“Wait a minute, I don’t like how that sounds,” Nana said to Dez.
“Trust me, Nana, Shimmy can defend herself,” Dez said. Nana looked at me with worry in her eyes. I told her that I would be okay. She closed Rayshawn’s door then walked up the stairs. When she was gone Dez held me down then took my phone out of my pocket. He punched the code in then started reading my messages. Speedy sold me out. He must’ve been looking down at my phone when I was sitting on the step while he was in his wheelchair.
“I always knew you was sneaky. A bitch that can steal and never get caught is a muthafucka’ you got to watch out for. Why are you and this nigga still talkin’ and why did you lie about it?” Dez asked me.
“It’s not that serious!” I yelled at him.
“But if it was me then you would be fighting me and the bitch that’s texting my phone. You got to be a dumb fucking broad, shorty. Like seriously, this nigga don’t fucking want you, he wants to use you. He’s from out of town and probably got a family back home. He see a young, ratchet broad who doesn’t give a fuck. He is going to either use you to help him rob somebody or transport his shit. That’s what out-of-town niggas do with y’all young hood broads. He knows you got a nigga, shorty; that man ain’t impressed by your looks or you. He sees some qualities in you that’s going to put money in his pockets. I’m a street nigga and I see that shit all the time,” Dez fussed.
“What are you saying? I’m not good enough?” I asked Dez.
“Read the messages dumb ass. This doesn’t sound like a man that’s interested. This sounds like a nigga that’s scheming. If a bitch keeps telling me she’s busy and can’t chill with me, I leave her ass alone. This nigga keeps coming back after you shoot him down. Then you are telling this fuck nigga our business like he cares about the shit. I’m about to merk this nigga then I should just put one through your fucking head just for rocking with him,” Dez fussed. I tried to get off the couch, but Dez grabbed me by my hoodie, slamming me back down.
“Call that nigga and tell him to meet you,” Dez said to me.
“What?” I asked.
“Tell that nigga that you are going to go out on a date with him. Have that fool meet you, so I can merk his ass,” Dez said. I heard Dez had killed a few people, but I couldn’t picture it. He was sweet and passionate with me, but now I was seeing another side of him.
“I’m not doing that,” I said to him.
“Get the fuck out, Shimmy. I will find that nigga myself. He and I got some unfinished business anyway,” he said to me.
“Are you breaking up with me?” I asked ready to get teary-eyed. I was a punk when it came to Dez. The hood that was in me didn’t exist when I was around him. He broke through that barrier and now I was dumb in love.
“We ain’t never breaking up, but I want you to leave before I knock your ass out,” Dez said. Rayshawn started crying because of Dez’s loud voice. Dez was really upset and I didn’t understand because I didn’t like Armory in that way. I went into Rayshawn’s room to pick him up. I kissed his forehead then rocked him in my arms. Honestly I never thought I would adapt to Kiwanna’s child, but I did. At times I felt like I wanted to be his mother; there was something about him and Dez. They were my perfect combination. I had to get myself together. Running around acting a fool was starting to wear me out, fighting all of time was making me tired. I just wanted to enjoy my relationship and be me. I needed to change and I needed to do it quickly before I ended up going to jail for a while. I already caught two charges and got off lucky, one more charge and I was going into the slammer.
Dez stood in the doorway, grilling me. “I’m sorry, Dez,” I said to him. His facial expression changed.
“I wish you was my baby mama. It kills me that you treat him better than how his own mama treated him,” he said. I put Rayshawn in his playpen and he started playing with his rattle, putting it into his mouth.
“How much Speedy sold me out for?” I asked Dez, laying underneath him on the couch.
“A Coke,” Dez said.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said, not believing Speedy.
“Cokes are the same value as money to Speedy, he can’t live without them. Years ago, Osari and I hid his box of sodas and that nigga ran into us with his wheelchair. He was trying to take Osari’s legs off.” Dez laughed.
Two days later…
I have been staying with Dez and Rayshawn. You might as well say that I moved in. Nana didn’t fuss about it, she said that Dez’s home was his home and as long as we respected her it was our business. Shannon didn’t mind because our small apartment was getting cluttered. She started using my bedroom for her clothes. Nana said she didn’t want any money from Dez, but he gave her money anyways.
There was a loud knock on the door, we could hear it downstairs. It was late at night, and I had to be at work early in the morning. I shook Dez to wake him up. “Dez, somebody’s knocking on your grandmother’s door,” I said to him.
“What they have going on up there is their business,” Dez fussed. I heard arguing coming from upstairs. I threw on my pajama pants and pajama top. I went upstairs by the door. Nana was standing there arguing with Kiwanna and a police officer.
“What is going on?” I asked.
“I want my baby back. This bitch been using him to steal from malls and shit,” Kiwanna argued.
“Where is the fucking proof?” I asked her.
I know she didn’t have any. Shannon worked at Nordstrom part-time watching the cameras to make sure people didn’t steal. I went that day because I knew she was there to cover for me. There isn’t any footage of me taking anything.
“Ma’am, calm down. There hasn’t been any complaints about a thief,” the officer said.
“Okay, Shimmy didn’t do anything so why are you here?” Nana asked.
“Ms. Jenkins wants her son and there isn’t a court order saying that this is his residence. Now, kidnapping charges can be brought up if nobody cooperates. Ms. Jenkins filed a complaint saying that her son has been kept away from her for months and that nobody is trying to give him back,” the officer stated.
Dez came up the stairs. “She dropped him off a few months back shitty, pissy, and with roaches crawling out of his hair. He was starving and she was neglecting him,” Dez said.
“Was there a complaint filed?” the officer asked.
“No, there wasn’t. I didn’t think she wanted him back,” Dez said.
“Sir, you will have to get a lawyer and show proof that you can take care of him on your own. In the meantime, you cannot keep a mother away from her child if it’s not court-ordered,” the officer said.
“She ain’t getting my fucking son,” Dez said.
“Dez, cooperate with the officer. If you show aggressiveness they will use that against you and make you seem unfit. Please, just give them Rayshawn and we will fight this the right way,” Nana said. Dez nodded his head then went down the stairs to get Rayshawn. A few minutes later, Dez came back up with Rayshawn bundled up. His little eyes were still tired from being awaken. The officer took Rayshawn away from Dez. Rayshawn started crying for his father. He was about to go back to that hell hole.
Kiwanna snatched Rayshawn from the officer then stormed down the steps.
“Sir, I know this is hard, but remaining calm is the right thing. I can see that this environment is better for him and that he was taken care of in your custody. We see angry ex-girlfriends all the time who use their kids in the midst. I’m just doing my job and since it’s not court-ordered, there is nothing I can do,” the officer said sadly then left.
“That evil bitch. Let me go have a drink,” Nana said, storming into the kitchen.
I followed Dez into his apartment. He flopped down on the bed with tears falling down his face. “I feel like I let him down. I woke him up out of his sleep just to send him back to that bitch. When he started crying I felt like shooting Kiwanna,” Dez said, wiping his eyes. I burst out in tears because I felt like it was my fault. “Dez, I was at the mall stealing with a baby stroller. I would never use Rayshawn to do that. Speedy was in the stroller,” I cried.
“Yo, you should’ve gave me a heads-up. You already know how Kiwanna is,” Dez said.
“I’m sorry.” I cried as he pulled me down onto the bed with him. I laid snuggled up under him, thinking I had to do better. Kyree raised me the best way she could, but I never had guidance. Kyree doesn’t even have it, we have lived with almost every family member, and they all turned their backs on us. I was going to help Dez get Rayshawn back no matter what it took.
Tassana
It was Osari’s twenty-second birthday and I was going to surprise him. I went into my savings account to withdraw a large amount. He told me I shouldn’t touch that money in case of emergencies but I really haven’t. I dressed O.J. in his Polo outfit and New Balances. O.J’s eyes are exactly like his father’s, he even smiled and made frustrated faces like Osari. I heard Osari’s car pull up. I checked my make-up and hair. I looked great and I felt great. Osari used my house key that I had just recently given him. “I was hoping you sent me one of those pics,” he said walking towards me.
“Happy Birthday,” I said to him.
“Thanks, shorty. Look, at my lil’ man looking fresh like his daddy,” Osari said, picking up O.J. then kissing his forehead.
“You ready? I have to pick up my mother, our dinner reservation is at eight,” Osari said.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said pulling him towards the door. “Wait outside the garage door,” I told him. Osari walked outside with our son. I walked into the garage from the inside of my house. I opened the garage door and Osari’s face dropped.
“Happyyy Birthdayyyy!” I screamed. I bought Osari a 2015 black-on-black BMW.
“You got this for me?” he asked.
“You know it,” I said to him.
“Shorty, I’m happier than a muthafucka’ right now, but these cars cost a grip. That money you got from your parents is for you,” he said.
“I know that, but I wanted to do something special to show my love for you,” I said kissing his lips.
“A woman ain’t never bought me shit before, I don’t know what to do, shorty. I feel all mushy and shit.” I took O.J. from him so he could check out the car.
“The peanut butter seats, I’m about to call Dez up and tell him Shimmy needs to carjack one of these,” Osari joked. Osari started up the car. “You got Lil’ Boosie playing for me, I’m ready to say fuck dinner and eat you for a full-course meal,” Osari said.
“I got something for you later, the toys and all of that. You ain’t got to do shit, but sit and watch,” I told him. Osari licked his lips.
“You playing in that pussy for daddy?” he asked. He stood over me, bent down then kissed me. His hand was gripping the back of my neck as he sucked on my lip.
“Let’s say fuck dinner,” Osari said.
“No, you told your mother yesterday at Tasira’s memorial that you were picking her up,” I told him.
“Let’s hurry up then,” Osari said. I locked up my home then grabbed O.J’s carrier, strapping him down in the backseat. I got inside of Osari’s car then he pulled off.
After we picked up Osari’s mother, we headed to dinner. Osari was smiling and even laughing. When I first met him he was evil. He still had his episodes, but not as often. Some days his mood was through the charts and he was threatening to kill me. Some days he loved me and other days he seemed like he had the world on his shoulders. Osari hasn’t really opened himself up to me completely, it’s almost like a dark cloud was harboring over him. After dinner we dropped Mrs. Snowden off, then we headed back to my home.
Osari got O.J. ready for bed while I got ready for him. I wore my black two-piece lingerie set with openings around my nipples and my pussy. I did my make-up over and wore a masquerade mask over my face. Osari came into my bedroom. “Remember when we first had sex and you wanted me to please myself first?” I asked him.
“Yeah, that’s what you want to do? Let me take my shirt off then,” he said.
I sat up in the chair in the corner of my room. Osari sat on my bed, shirtless, watching me. “What you want me to do? It’s your day,” I said to him. On the small table next to me, I had a dildo, a bullet, anal beads and nipple pinchers. I had whip cream, chocolate syrup and strawberries.
“So, you want me to go back to the hotel days,” he asked me.
“Yes, what do you want me to do?” I asked him.
“Show me how those pussy muscles work. Grab those strawberries,” he said. I grabbed a strawberry then scooted down in the chair, so I could spread my legs for him. I held the strawberry at my entrance. I used my muscles to grip the strawberry. I sucked the strawberry inside of my pussy, making it disappear.
“Damn, you nasty,” he said licking his lips. I could see his hard dick print through his pants. “Pull it out then taste it,” Osari said releasing himself. He stroked his hard dick. “Drip that syrup on your pussy,” he said biting his bottom lip. The rules to the game are Osari and I can only make ourselves climax without intercourse. This was nothing but mind-fucking and foreplay.
“Dip your fingers in your pussy, Tassana,” he said. I closed my eyes and imagined Osari teasing my bud with his tongue. I moaned his name. “Pinch your nipples for me, shorty,” he said. I squeezed my breast with my free hand and rubbed my nipples as my fingers moved in and out of me
.
“Open your legs wider, let me see,” he said. I opened wider until I couldn’t open them anymore.
“You feel so good, baby,” I moaned, imagining his powerful thrusts pleasuring me in a doggy-style position.
“How does it feel, baby?” I asked Osari. “You want me put your dick inside of me?”
“Yeah, slide that shit in,” he said. I grabbed my ten-inch dildo. I put the dildo into my mouth and down my throat as far as it could go. I pulled it out then rubbed it against my clit. “It’s so big, Osari,” I moaned, pinching my nipples.
“Come on, shorty, put it in. I want to see you squirt for me,” he replied. After I got the dildo nice and wet, I inserted it inch by inch. I grabbed my anal beads then inserted them into my anus slowly. I threw my head back in pleasure.
“Awwww. Shiittttt. Stay like that,” Osari groaned. I could hear it in his voice that he was ready to bust. I moved both toys in and out of me.
