Thugs And The Women Who Love Them

by Wahida Clark

  Ty knew he had to get his ass out of there. He bent over and shook Kyra hard, trying to wake her up. It took a while, but she finally sat up. She was still groggy, and from the look on her face, Ty knew she had no idea where she even was. He dragged her outside so they could catch a cab.

  “Whew! That was fuckin’ close,” he said. As far as Kyra was concerned, she had just found her knight in bad boy’s armor.

  Chapter 12

  That following Monday at school, Angel, Roz, and Jaz couldn’t believe what happened Saturday night at the party. If they would have hung around just a few more minutes, they would have been there for their girl Kyra. Ty was the man in their eyes. It was all over the school how Kyra had almost gotten gang raped until Ty pulled out his gat and chumped all those punks. The females were sweatin’ Ty and he was loving every minute of it. They were practically throwing pussy at him. It was very tempting, but Ty was on a mission. A mission called Kyra. He was determined to be the first to bust that cherry.

  He and Kyra were spending every day after school together. He would walk her home after school and wouldn’t leave her house until about 10:00 every night. They were diggin’ each other. After about a month, Ty invited Kyra to come over to his house. She knew that was eventually coming. She also knew that if she wanted to keep a nigga like Ty she would have to give up the pussy. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She was surprised that she’d been able to hold him off this long.

  Kyra lost her virginity in Ty’s twin bed. It was so quick she didn’t even take her bra off, but at least there wasn’t as much pain as she anticipated. Ty wore a condom and joked that it came off and was still inside her vagina. She started to panic until he told her he was only playing. They washed up, put on their clothes and went back to school. Kyra was officially a woman now.

  From that day on, Ty and Kyra were in love. They would have sex as often as Kyra would sneak out of Study Hall, which ran into her lunch period. Ty would make sure his mom and her boyfriend were both at work, and he’d wait on Kyra. One day they had just finished and gotten dressed when his mother’s boyfriend came into the house and went straight upstairs to Ty’s room. That was a close call. It was as if he knew Ty had a girl up in his bedroom.

  Having sex had Kyra feeling more mature, sexy, and confident. In other words, she was becoming a hot ass. At the age of fourteen, her body was starting to fill out. Her boobs and ass were getting rounder, and her fuck-me attitude was becoming very noticeable to the older dudes hanging on the corner. Every day as she passed the corner with Ty or by herself, the niggas would pause the crap game and flirt with Kyra. On the days when she was by herself, this dude named Marvin would stop what he was doing to walk her the rest of the way home.

  “You’re my little girlfriend. You know that, don’t you?”

  “You’re too old for me.”

  “I’m gonna wait for you.” He would tell her that every time he saw her.

  Marvin was too cute. He was tall, slim, brown-skinned, with big eyes and long, pretty eyelashes. He had a cute, sly smile, and he would give her money and bags of weed, reminding her that when she got a little older, she was going to be his woman. Kyra liked the extra attention, even though her relationship with Ty was going along just fine. Her only complaint was that the sex was getting boring. She was tired of having to sneak in and out of his house and then rush while they were doing it. She wanted to be able to lie there, hug and kiss and just talk while they were naked. Plus, she wanted someone with more experience and with a bigger dick. Ty’s dick didn’t even hardly feel like anything was inside her.

  Something had to change. Kyra was getting bored, and peer pressure was kicking in. She would sit and listen to Kyra’s older sister Meka and her best friend Sharon talk about how big their boyfriends’ dicks were, and how they tasted like candy. They said their boyfriends would eat their pussies to make them come over and over. Kyra never came. Hearing all that made Kyra very, very curious. All she could expect from Ty was some grinds and kisses for foreplay, then he would put his dick in and hump around for a few minutes before he would come. Those few minutes felt good, but he was only breaking her off a slice. She wanted the whole pie.

  One night, Marvin showed up at her door. He was high as a kite.

  “What are you doin’, coming to my house?” she asked him. She was glad no one was home.

  “Calm down, baby girl,” he said in his sexy voice. “I just wanted to drop off a bag of this weed for you. It’s the shit.”

  Kyra smiled when she saw the bag he was holding. She opened the door a little wider, and he came into the house.

  “You can’t stay long, you know,” she told him. She reached out for the bag, but he snatched it away with a sly smile.

  “Just go get me some paper so I can roll me one, then I’ll get ghost.”

  Kyra didn’t waste any time going to get the paper. She was glad Marvin was hooking her up, but she really wanted him out of there fast. Ty was coming over. Even if he was boring her to death these days, she did not feel like explaining to him, or anyone else, why this 22-year-old dude was in her house. She came back to the living room, and Marvin was on the couch. She handed him the papers and watched him roll a joint on her mother’s coffee table. Damn! He sure smells good, she said to herself. Once he finished rolling, Marvin did like he promised and got up to leave.

  As Kyra opened the door for him, Marvin turned around and put his mouth onto hers, circling his tongue around. His hands went into her shorts and he started fingering her. It felt so good, it scared Kyra to death. She pulled away and her whole body was hot and trembling. Marvin smiled at her and left without saying a word.

  Later on, when Ty came over, she didn’t tell him that Marvin stopped by. They smoked some Hawaiian Gold and just chilled. But Kyra couldn’t shake the delicious feeling that Marvin had sent all over her body. Now, that was the shit!

  She couldn’t wait to tell Angel, Roz, and Jaz about what happened. Especially about how good it felt and how she couldn’t stop thinking about him even while Ty was sitting right next to her.

  “He’s too old for you.” Angel said. “Plus, I don’t trust him ’cause he always looks high.”

  “We always high.” Kyra tried to defend him.

  “Hell, yeah. But I think he be high off of something other than weed,” Roz said.

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know, but it ain’t coke because he too laid back.”

  “He’s fine as hell, that’s for sho,” said Jaz.

  “I know. I heard my sister and her friends talking about how they would love to ride his dick,” chimed in Roz.

  “Well, them bitches can forget it!” Kyra said, marking her territory.

  “What about Ty?” asked Jaz.

  “Fuck Ty!” said Angel. “My cuz trying to get with the big dicks!” They all burst out laughing while giving each other pounds.

  Chapter 13

  Once Marvin started buying her little presents, Kyra couldn’t keep her mind off him. He’d show up with the gifts—a blouse, earrings, whatever he found that he thought would look good on his little girlfriend, as he still called her. And of course, he still kept her supplied with weed. Even though she was a little scared by their age difference, his attention was thrilling. And it was making her lose interest in everything about Ty.

  Sex with Ty had become even more boring. He would lay on top of her, humping away like it was the best sex anyone had ever had. Kyra would lie perfectly still and let him do him. She hardly even faked any noises for him anymore. She was too busy daydreaming about Marvin and what gift he might bring her next. Ty had no idea anything had changed.

  One hot summer day, Kyra was going to see Roz. They had planned to go to Jaz’s, who was having a party for her cousin Keesha. Kyra was taking the shortcut through the Roger Gardens projects when Marvin spotted her.

  “Hey, Kyra!”

  She turned around, stopped and waved. Marvin was looking fine, as usual. He looked like
he had just come from the barbershop and he had on all white. A white Nike shirt, white Nike shorts, white Nike socks and white Nike sneakers.

  “What’s up?” She licked her lips.

  “Where you going?” he asked.

  “To see my homegirl. Where you going, dressed all fly?”

  “To find you.”

  “Why are you trying to find me?” Her heart was fluttering.

  “I want us to be twins today.”

  “And how is that?”

  “I got you the same outfit I got on.”

  “Where is it?” she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

  “At the crib. If you ain’t scared you can walk over there with me.”

  “I ain’t scared of you.”

  “Well, come on, then.”

  They walked in silence for the two blocks to Marvin’s apartment. Kyra couldn’t believe that she was alone with the man she couldn’t stop thinking about. She couldn’t wait to get her new outfit.

  Marvin lived on the second floor. When he put the key in the door, Kyra heard a dog bark.

  “You got a dog?”

  “It’s just a terrier. He’s cool.”

  “Well, I hope he don’t try to bite me.” She folded her arms.

  “He will if I tell him to.”

  “Well, I’m not giving him that chance. I’ll catch you some other time.” She turned to walk away.

  “I’m only playin’.” Marvin laughed as he grabbed Kyra’s arm. “You know I ain’t gonna let nothing happen to my baby girl.”

  “Don’t be playing with me like that.”

  As soon as he opened the door, Marvin grabbed the little terrier and took him in the back. Kyra looked around the living room. She liked what she saw. He had burgundy carpet, burgundy leather furniture, a big screen TV and a phat sound system. She was impressed by a large, sparkling clean fish tank, until she got closer and saw how ugly the fish were.

  She walked into the kitchen. It was tiny, but cute and clean. Marvin came in and went to the refrigerator. He was carrying a Foot Locker shopping bag.

  “You want a soda or somethin’?” he asked as he handed her the shopping bag.

  “No, I’m straight. I want to see what’s in the bag.” She was already opening it, taking everything out. “Hell, yeah! These are all that!” She was shouting like a kid at Christmastime.

  “Go in the bathroom and try everything on.”

  She grabbed everything and ran into the bathroom. When she came out, she was grinning and spinning around.

  “How did you know my size?”

  “This ain’t my first time buying you somethin’. How quickly we forget!”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She bent over to fix the Nike socks to fall right above the Nike tennis shoes.

  The Nike shorts were tight, just like Marvin had wanted. They showed off her small curves.

  “Jailbait!” Marvin said under his breath. Kyra heard him, but pretended she hadn’t.

  “How do I look?” Kyra asked, twirling around.

  “Fine, and sexy as hell.”

  Kyra blushed. “Don’t I know it! What you got good?”

  “Look in the ashtray on top of the stereo. There should be something already rolled.”

  Kyra got the ashtray and lit up a joint. “Do you mind if I turn on your stereo?”

  “Go ahead—do whatever you want.” Marvin smiled before he disappeared. Kyra turned on the CD player and hit the play button. He had Isaac Hayes’s Shaft soundtrack loaded. Kyra thought she was the only one who knew about the soundtrack. It was sounding good, so she danced around his living room for at least ten minutes. When he finally came back, Kyra knew something was up.

  “What did you just have?” she asked.

  “What do you mean, what did I just have?” He grinned.

  “You sure wasn’t back there smoking no joint.”

  “Somethin’ you can’t handle.”

  “How do you know what I can’t handle?”

  “Because you’re my baby girl.”

  “Shit. I ain’t no baby girl. I’m grown.” Marvin just stared at her.

  “Why are you staring at me like that?”

  “All right, then. Come over here,” he finally answered.

  Kyra stood up and approached him as he opened a drawer behind the bar and took out some foil. He set it on the counter. She looked on with curiosity as he put some of the white powder on the edge of a matchbook and sucked it up through his nose.

  “Is that coke or heroin?” She asked.

  “Oh, you do know a little somethin’, huh, baby girl? It’s heroin, but we call it H,” he explained as he put a little on the matchbook cover and passed it to her.

  Kyra sniffed it and choked.

  “You all right, baby girl?”

  “Yeah.” Her eyes filled up with water as she sat on the couch and rested her head back. She felt like she was riding up and down on a seesaw and her stomach was getting queasy. It was a funny feeling, sickening but very relaxing. She felt like she was dreaming.

  Marvin went to the kitchen, got her a 7-Up, and poured it on some ice.

  “Drink a little of this.”

  Kyra felt like everything was in slow motion as she drank it down.

  “Damn, I feel good.” She grinned at Marvin.

  “Don’t ask for no more, okay? I can’t have my baby girl strung out.” He kissed her on the forehead.

  “I’m grown, remember?”

  “You know I’m crazy about your wanna-be grown ass, don’t you?”

  “Crazy in what way? I thought we was just friends. Plus, you know I got a man,” Kyra teased.

  “Shit. He ain’t no fuckin’ man. I bet he never even made you come, did he?”

  “I’m not telling you our personal business.”

  “That’s because he didn’t,” Marvin said as he reached over and started massaging her breast.

  Kyra just stared at him. He was making her feel higher than she already was. He leaned over and put his tongue in her mouth and circled it around. Kyra’s breathing was starting to get heavy as she kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming over her body. He gently pushed her back so that she was lying down. As he pulled her shorts down he was giving the inside of her thighs gentle, soft kisses. Kyra felt like she was melting into the leather sofa. The “H” that she had just sniffed magnified every single thing that he did. He pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. Her young, perky tits were a sight for sore eyes.

  “I told you that I’m crazy about you. How do you feel about me?”

  “I think you are a fine-ass nigga who is too old for me.”

  “Well, do you want me to stop?” He asked her as he started to gently bite her nipples.

  “Unh-uh. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  The more he bit her nipples and sucked on them, the hotter her pussy juices got and the wetter her panties became. Kyra wanted more. As if he heard her thoughts, Marvin slid her panties down and spread her legs wide so that he could admire her young pussy. Kyra could hardly contain herself. Tyler had never, ever made her feel like this. He had never taken this much time with her.

  “Finger me like you did that time at my house,” she begged.

  “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? I knew you did, ’cause your whole body was trembling. But I got somethin’ better than that, baby girl. He spread the lips of her pussy and ran his tongue over her clit.

  “Oooh! She moaned loudly. “That feels so good.”

  Marvin sucked on her clitoris and it got harder and harder. Kyra’s moaning got louder. She started circling her hips in a grinding motion. Marvin kept licking, and slipped a couple of fingers into her, working them in and out of her pussy. She felt as if she were rising up out of her body. Then it felt like she was having spasms and her body started to shake uncontrollably. The more her body shook, the faster he licked and moved his fingers in and out. She came for what felt like an eternity and then she blacked out.

  Marvin stood up, looking do
wn at Kyra lying there, and was proud of his handiwork. He didn’t even use his dick yet and she had already nutted and was knocked out. That’s why he really liked the young girls. He could showcase his skills. Plus, he really liked Kyra. He’d been wanting to fuck her for a long time. Her pussy tasted real good. Just as he imagined it would.

  He got a towel and dried up the wetness on his leather sofa. Then he took off all his clothes and took another sniff of “H.” Kyra was beginning to wake up.

  “You okay, baby girl?” He sat down beside her.

  Kyra gave a weak smile and he started giving her soft kisses on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her tongue in his mouth. Marvin’s dick was now good and hard. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and started to move them around, in and out. Kyra raised up both of her knees and started grinding on his fingers.

  “Oh, baby, that feels so good,” she moaned.

  “How good?” he teased.

  “Real good.”

  Her pussy was so wet the juices were pouring out. This is just the way I like it, he said to himself. He pulled his fingers out and told her to leave her knees up. He grabbed his dick and squeezed it at the base, causing it to look big and fat. When Kyra looked down at it, her eyes widened.

  “Marvin, where do you think you’re putting that?”

  “Where it belongs. I’ll be gentle.” He started easing it in nice and slow. Kyra moaned, but it was feeling so good. When he got it in as deep as it would go, she tensed up.

  “Relax, baby girl,” he whispered into her ear as he made slow, deep, rhythmic moves to stretch the tightness. He kissed her and told her how long he’d waited for this and how good it felt. Kyra was moaning, groaning, and holding on tight. She had never felt like this before. She wrapped her legs around his back, and he responded by moving faster and deeper. Kyra was now hollering and trembling.

  “See, baby girl. I told you, you ain’t have no man. A fine young sister like you is supposed to get fucked like this all the time. This is my pussy now, and I’m gonna take good care of it,” he whispered in her ear.