by Wahida Clark
Kyra was getting ready to come again. Damn, I should have put on a rubber, he thought. This is definitely jailbait. As much as he wanted to let loose inside her, he knew he couldn’t get her pregnant. As she screamed in ecstasy, Marvin had to be still and bite his lip to keep from coming with her. When her young body stopped jerking, he quickly pulled out. Kyra was knocked out again.
Marvin kissed her, got up and went to his stash. He took another snort and then went to take a shower. He dried off and came back into the living room where he’d left his Nike gear. Kyra was stirring. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.
“There’s clean linen in the bathroom. Go shower so we can go out.”
Kyra slowly got up, grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. As she showered, she couldn’t believe what had just happened. She told herself, I just snorted some heroin, fucked a grown-ass man and now I’m in his shower. I don’t even feel guilty. That shit felt good as hell. She smiled to herself. After she dried off and lotioned up, she put her clothes on and went out into the living room.
“Where are we going?”
“To Cadwalder Park. We look damn good in these Nike whites. It’s corny as hell to be dressed alike, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to show you off. Look at that ass in them shorts.”
Kyra blushed. What Marvin didn’t tell her was that he needed to get to the park to sell some dope. He also wanted to hold onto her because he planned on fucking her again later on. Just the thought of hittin’ it again made his dick jump.
“Come here,” he said. “Give me a kiss.”
Kyra did as he said. He grabbed her and pulled her up close. She felt his hard dick against her and started moving up and down on it real subtle. She was starting to get wet all over again. He pushed her back and said, “You know this pussy is mines, right?”
Kyra nodded. She was breathing hard. She just wanted to get back on his dick again.
“This means you can’t be fucking that little boy no more. You understand?”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“No more playing house with that little boy.”
“I heard you!” she said as she kissed him and positioned herself on that hard dick that she done fell in love with. He kissed her back and then slapped her on the butt.
“If you keep that up I’m gonna have to get me some more of this pussy right now, but I got to take care of some business. You want another hit before we go?”
Disappointed that she couldn’t get her groove on, she mumbled, “Might as well.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. As soon as I finish handling my business, we’re coming back. I gots to get me some more of this.”
Kyra smiled as he passed her the matchbook that held the white powder. She sniffed it, and just like the last hit, the water welled up in her eyes. She had to sit on the couch and rest her head back. She was riding on the seesaw again.
Marvin went to the back to get his stash and let the terrier out. He started barking and ran straight to Kyra.
“She’s cool, man.” Marvin said to his dog.
Kyra paid the dog no attention. Marvin reached over and took her hand.
“Come on, baby girl. Let’s go.”
Chapter 14
Marvin and Kyra cruised down Stuyvesant Avenue in his souped-up Mustang convertible. The top was down because it was about 80 degrees. It was a gorgeous day and Kyra was feeling nice. The “H” was most definitely a better high than weed. She was liking it a lot.
As they turned into Cadwalder Park, Kyra noticed that everybody and their mama must be out. It was jam-packed as they crept along at five miles an hour. Boom boxes and car stereos were rocking. Folks were just chilling. Males were hollering at Marvin and the females were trying to figure out who he had in the car. They found a parking spot and got out to walk around.
“Kyra!” someone shouted. Kyra turned around to see who it was. “Over here!” Lulu came walking toward her, sipping on a wine cooler. Lulu was fourteen, just like Kyra, and also thought she was grown. Lulu was a beautiful Puerto Rican girl, but she was nosy and talked too much.
“¿Qué pasa?” Kyra said, trying to practice her Spanish. Just as she hugged Lulu, Marvin told Kyra to stay put. He said he’d be back in a New York minute.
“Ain’t that Marvin, girl?” Lulu sounded excited and jealous at the same time.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“Ooh, la la la!” Lulu said, clicking her tongue. “He is fine as hell. Ain’t he bout 25 or 26?”
“No, he’s 22.”
“What’s up with you and Tyler?”
Kyra knew that was coming. “Ain’t nothin’ up no more, Lulu.”
“Whaaaat?” Lulu stretched out the word.
Just then, Marvin called her. “Thank God,” Kyra said under her breath. “Her big mouth, 20-questions-asking ass was about to blow my high.”
“I’ll catch you later, Lulu,” Kyra said as she ran to catch up with Marvin. She knew that Lulu couldn’t wait to run her mouth about Kyra being with Marvin.
Kyra and Marvin strolled through the park in their matching white outfits. People were definitely noticing them, and Kyra felt proud. Marvin told her how fly she looked and bought her some ice cream. She sat on a bench and waited for him while he sold more dope.
“What up, Kyra?” hollered Joe, one of Tyler’s friends. She waved and kept on licking her ice cream cone. She was running into all of Tyler’s friends. But at least that was better than running into him. Marvin came back to get her.
“Come on, baby girl, let’s go get something to eat.” She liked it when he called her baby girl.
“Okay,” she said gladly. She wanted to leave before her luck ran out and she saw Tyler. She knew his homies would run back and tell him that they saw her and who she was with. Just as they reached the car another voice hollered.
“What up, Kyra?” It was Chuck, another one of Ty’s boys. He grabbed her and hugged her. “Where’s Ty?”
“He ain’t here, motherfucker! Now, get the fuck out her face!” Marvin glared at Chuck. Chuck didn’t even say anything. He just looked at him and walked away. Kyra started laughing.
Kyra was enjoying her day. The Ground Round was where all the playas hung out. The playas took it over. They hung out, they transacted their business, they ate, drank, and smoked weed. After they left the “Round”—as everyone called it—Marvin took her back to the apartment where they got high and had sex again. This time he made sure he wore some protection. Kyra enjoyed it even more because they were in his king-size brass bed and she came three times before they both fell asleep. When Kyra rolled over and looked at the clock a while later, it read 12:17.
“Shit!” She jumped up. “My mom is going to kill me.” She shook Marvin to wake him and told him he had to hurry up and get her home. Marvin did not want to get out of bed, but he knew this was the price he would have to pay for dealing with such a young girl. They got dressed, and he drove her home. He parked a block away so none of her nosy-ass neighbors would see her getting out of his ride. Marvin kissed her and promised to hook up with her the next day.
Kyra was relieved that she was able to sneak into the house unnoticed. Everything was quiet. No Moms waiting up for her, ready to whip her ass. When she looked around the house, she saw that no one was even home. She laughed at herself as she turned on the hall light. Her high was beginning to wear off, and the only thing she wanted to do was soak in some hot water and jump in the bed. As she relaxed in her hot, bubbly tub she couldn’t believe what had happened today. She’d woken up with intentions of going over to Roz’s to hang out until later on. Then they would go over to Jaz’s, because she was throwing a party for her cousin Keesha. But instead, her plans got sent in another direction. Instead, she got fucked real good by a grown-ass man, had five orgasms, and sniffed some dope. The scary thing was, she had no regrets. The only thing that was nagging her was going through the drama of breaking it off with Tyler. She knew he was whipped and was not going to let
her go just that easy. She liked Tyler a lot. He’d saved her from getting gang raped, but it was time to move on to bigger and more mature things. She got out of the tub, dried off, put on her pajamas and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next morning, Kyra’s brother hit her in the back with the phone. She sat up and called him a fag.
“The phone’s for you, you dummy!” Darren said.
Fuck you, she mouthed, just in case her mother was within earshot.
She looked at her clock. It was 11:48 A.M.
“What!” She spoke into the mouthpiece, still not fully awake.
“What the fuck happened to you yesterday?” It was Roz, and she heard Angel laughing in the background, so that meant they were on three-way.
“You called and said you were on your way over. We waited and waited and you never showed. Jaz is mad at you because you knew she was giving Keesha a party and you didn’t even show up.”
“Yeah,” chimed in Angel. “Tyler was there, messing up everybody’s groove, ’cause you wasn’t there. He kept acting like we knew where you was. I was ’bout to slap him. We heard you was rolling with that dope dealer Marvin. Speak up, bitch! We want the 411 and we want it now!”
“Why y’all gotta be waking me up asking so many damn questions? It’s only—”
Angel cut her off. “Just state the facts. We want to know. Did you fuck him?”
Kyra was quiet, but grinning.
“Ooooooh!” They both sang it like it was a duet.
“You fucked a grown man?” Roz shrieked in disbelief.
Kyra tried to remain quiet, but couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Yeah, I did. And guess what?”
“What?” they both hollered at the same time with their ears glued to the phone.
“I had five orgasms!” She was trembling at the memory.
“You lying bitch!” Angel said.
“No, I am not lying. You know how long I’ve been complaining about not having one. Well, yesterday I had two on his couch, and then when we came back later that night, I had three in the bed.”
“Damn! He’s that good?” asked Roz.
“Yes, he is, girl! I am in love! He even ate me out.”
“Ooh, you nasty!” Angel said.
“It felt so good. Tyler ain’t got shit on Marvin.”
Kyra told them everything. The matching white Nike outfits. How the bitches were jealous because she was looking too good. The older girls were all in his face but he wasn’t giving them no play. She told them how big-mouth Lulu and then Tyler’s boys was all in her face. They all laughed when she told them how Marvin had to step to stupid-ass Chuck.
“You know he sells dope, don’t you?” Angel asked.
“How do you know?” Kyra was being sarcastic.
“Just don’t say I ain’t tell you. Seriously, I just want you to be careful,” Angel warned her.
Kyra decided not to tell them she snorted some powder. She would never hear the end of it.
“I gotta go, y’all,” Kyra said.
“You coming over?” asked Roz.
“Marvin’s coming to pick me up about 2:00. I gotta do my hair, shower and clean up before my mom starts fussin’. Plus, I want to get out of here before Tyler comes. I know he’s too mad to call.”
“Yeah, he was pissed last night. He thinks you was fucking around on him,” Roz said.
“You think so?” asked Kyra.
“Yup. He ain’t stupid,” Angel said. “You won’t be able to hide from the brother forever.”
“Fuck it! Be a playa-playa and keep both of them,” Roz suggested.
“Shit. Marvin told me to stop fucking Ty and dump his ass ASAP.”
“What? That’s what he said?” Angel asked.
“Hell, yeah. I can’t even play him. I could prob’ly play Ty, but Marvin would kick my ass. I’ll call y’all tonight. Peace out!” Kyra hung up the phone to get ready for Marvin.
Chapter 15
Kyra did her house chores, did her hair and got dressed. She put on a white Nike tennis dress to match the white Nike tennis shoes Marvin had given her. It was very short and looked hot on her. You couldn’t tell her she wasn’t all that. It was almost 2:30 and Marvin hadn’t showed.
Damn! she thought. He could’ve at least called. She was anxious and fidgety, so she decided to walk up to the corner ice cream shop.
It was another gorgeous day out, just like yesterday. Kyra was looking forward to another day with Marvin. As she neared the corner, there was a bunch of niggas hangin’ out, but Marvin wasn’t among them.
“Damn!” she said out loud.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” asked Rock, Marvin’s partner and one of the regulars on the corner. “You looking for my boy Marv?”
“Hell, no. I ain’t looking for Marvin.” She rolled her eyes at Rock. She couldn’t help but notice he was fine as hell, too. Little did she know Marvin done already spread the word that he got that on lock. Baby Girl was off-limits.
Rock smiled, ignoring her comment. “He went out on the east side. He should be back in an hour.”
Kyra went inside the Stuyvesant Ice Cream Parlor. She looked over the ice cream, not really wanting to taste anything but Marvin. She ended up playing Street Fighter just to kill some more time. Plus, it was nice and cool inside. When she did finally step outside, she didn’t notice Tyler coming up the street.
“Yo, Kyra!” he called.
Oh, shit! She said to herself. She could tell by the look on his face that he was still pissed off. I might as well get it over with so I can enjoy the rest of my day.
“Where you been, Kyra? I came over your house twice and I kept calling. And don’t tell me you was at no party, ’cause I stayed there until midnight.” Tyler was heated. “And why the fuck were you in the park with that nigga Marvin? What’s up with you, Kyra?”
Folks were starting to gather near them because it sounded like something was getting ready to jump off.
“Look, Tyler, it’s over between me and you. “It—”
He cut her off. “What the fuck you mean it’s over? How you gonna just walk away just like that? No fuckin’ explanation, no—”
Now she was heated. “Don’t be cussing at me, Tyler. It’s over. What part don’t you fuckin’ understand, the ‘it’s’ or the ‘over’?”
“Oh, you sound like that nigga done already hit it. Did he hit it, Kyra?” Tyler was screaming.
“Well, you damn sure ain’t hittin’ it!” she screamed back at him and turned to walk away.
Tyler came up behind her and grabbed her arm. Kyra yanked away from his grip. Marvin’s crew, Snail and Rock, came and stood in front of Tyler. Kyra kept walking.
“Look, man, chill,” Snail told him. “Let it go, man.”
“Why you all up in mines, nigga? You don’t know me,” Tyler said, all up in Snail’s face.
Rock pulled out his gat. “Look, man, she said it’s over and I’m only going to say it once. Take your ass on back down the hill where you live.” Now, he was in Tyler’s face.
Tyler looked at both of them, then down at Rock’s gun. Kyra was already halfway down the block. He wanted to call her but he knew she wouldn’t even come. So he just turned around and headed down the hill. The people who had gathered, hoping to see some action, were disappointed. Nothing like a rumble in the hood on a nice, sunny day. Tyler vowed to himself, I’ma get both of them niggas. They don’t know who they fucking with.
When Kyra got back to her house she was still mad. She couldn’t believe Tyler tried to play her like that in front of all them people. That fool was trippin’. It only made her madder that it was almost 3:00 and Marvin still hadn’t shown up. She thought about walking to his house but decided that would look too desperate. She wasn’t going out like that. So she decided to fix a sandwich and something to drink and sit on the porch.
She lived on Hoffman Avenue, the part off of Stuyvesant Avenue. It was a one-way street that had a basketball court. It was the st
rip. Everyone cruised down Hoffman Avenue with their music pumpin’, windows and tops down, smoking weed, drinking and just chillin’. Everybody looking for something to do. She had been sitting on the porch for almost an hour when she noticed the black Mustang convertible easing down the street. Her heart started beating faster. It was him. She tried to act nonchalant when he slowed down in front of her house, holding up the traffic behind him.
“Come here, baby girl,” he called. She got up, switching her little hot ass down the steps and went to his car. Her arms were folded. He saw that she was attitude down.
“Damn, baby girl, you look hot in that dress. It’s short as hell! You got on panties underneath?”
Kyra’s cheeks turned red as fire. “Of course I got on panties!”
“Well, go take ’em off and come get in the car.”
Kyra’s cheeks turned even redder. “What? Now?”
“You heard me. And hurry up. I’m holding up traffic.”
She looked at him to see if he was going to crack a smile. He was dead serious. She ran in the house, snatched off the panties, ran back out and jumped in his car. Marvin pulled off, heading straight for his apartment. He looked at Kyra and grinned. He was getting hard just thinking about what he was getting ready to do. He wanted to hit it while she had on that little tennis dress. That thought made his dick even harder. He couldn’t wait. As soon as they walked into the apartment building he told her to come under the stairwell where the mailboxes were. He pulled her close and started kissing and sucking on her lips. When she felt how hard his dick was, she started smiling.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked her while he was rubbing on her butt.
“I’m smiling because I didn’t think you missed me this much. As long as it took for you to pick me up, I was beginning to think that you wasn’t coming.”
“You thought I wasn’t coming to get all this, as good as this is? What about you? Did you miss me?”
“Of course I missed you.” And she bit his lip.
“Ooh, I like that,” Marvin said. “What else you got for me?” He started rubbing the inside of her thighs. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy and moved them around just the way she liked. When she started moaning and groaning, he lifted her up onto the crate that was against the wall. Kyra grabbed his dick and put it inside her. He grabbed onto her butt and started humping and grinding. His dick was so deep inside her that it only took a few minutes before Kyra was coming. Marvin was caught without a condom again, so he couldn’t release himself. After her body stopped trembling and she was relaxed, they stood and kissed passionately.
