by B. , Ivory
After servicing both of her nipples he brought his lips to hers and they shared a long passionate kiss. Carlos cupped her plump ass cheeks pulling her in closer while grinding his stiffness against her wet center. He had the sudden need to kiss every soft spot on her body. Reluctantly breaking their kiss he began to satisfy that need by placing light butterfly kisses all down her body. Lucky bit her bottom lip trying to stifle her moans as they got louder. She stroked the nap of his neck while gyrating her hips almost wildly; Carlos had her body on fire. Anxious to feel what she knew was going to be some good head from the way he serviced her titties and kissed. She prepared herself by opening her legs wider as his kisses went further south. When nothing came she blinked in confusion. Carlos had kissed Lucky a few inches below her navel and stopped right there. He was no virgin to eating pussy, but he didn’t make it a habit of eating after niggaz. If he had eaten a chick’s pussy she should consider herself fortunate. At this point Lucky was bucking her hips and had just about lost her mind as he continued to make her wetter with each soft kiss. Once their lips locked again Lucky felt that same bolt of electricity shoot up her spine from the first time they kissed. Carlos removed his fingers from her wetness and brought them to her lips, without hesitation Lucky accepted his fingers getting a good taste of her own essence. Los watched with enough heat seeping from his eyes to cause an inferno. Excitement caused him to remove his fingers from her mouth and replace them with his warm tongue. Lucky just wasn’t herself tonight she found herself being bold there was something about Carlos that made her feel no inhibitions. She even shocked herself when she reached down for his manhood to get a feel. At first touch she could feel his girth and he was thick, for every couple of inches she moved her hand further down his pole and felt no head her eyes grew bigger. Lucky finally wrapped her fingers around the thick cobra like head on his dick and her eyes widened with shock. Carlos stared down into her pretty face watching her facial expression closely. Suddenly she was having second thoughts, not confident at all in being able to handle all he had to offer. She looked up to catch a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t get scared now,” he bent down and whispered in her ear in a sexy tone before sucking on her neck. Without another word Carlos attempted to plunge into her womanhood but her body rejected him immediately. “Ooohh! Carlos,” Lucky cried digging her nails into his back. He placed his dick at her entrance and worked his way in, grinding his hips in a circular motion. She hissed as he broke through, pushing himself deeper inside of her causing her to stiffen up and cry out. He was feeding his dick to her inch by inch going a little deeper with each stroke. It was as if he hit a wall and wasn’t able to get himself fully inside of her, Lucky was way too tight. Her tight walls squeezed down on his dick causing him to feel slight discomfort. Carlos scooped her ass cheeks in both his hands pulling her closer towards him so she couldn’t run from the dick while he sunk in deeper. “Ouuuch! Carlos…Carlos, aww Carlos, ooh baby it hurt,” Lucky cried. Carlos had his eyes shut tight as he stroked deeper and she got wetter. He could only imagine this is what heaven on earth felt like. Lucky literally had his head fucked up and he was determined to get himself balls deep inside of her to get the full effect. Lucky sunk her teeth into his shoulder as she felt pressure building deep inside of her. As if something broke way, she actually felt herself gush fluids then him slide all the way in. Carlos gasped and grunted “Oh shit, umph, damn you feel so good ma,” he groaned picking up the speed to his strokes. ‘Aww, aww, aww,” Lucky yelped with every up stroke he gave. Lucky unconsciously dug her nails into his back as she scooted backwards on her butt. “Carlos stop, baby it huuuurt,” Lucky moaned. He looked down into her watery eyes and could see how much discomfort she was in. Slowing down his strokes immediately to a slow grind. He Covered her mouth with his own kissing her intensely, swallowing her moans. “Okay I’ll stop baby girl,” he moaned as he rolled his hips slowly placing a kiss on her watery eyelids and then forehead. He couldn’t help but thrust deeply one last time before pulling out of her slowly.
As soon as he pulled out, Lucky rolled over on her side and curled up in a fetal position. Lucky was feeling sharp cramps in her lower abdomen and her pussy was sore. Los reached out pulling Lucky into his arms only to be met with resistance. Lucky tried unsuccessfully to push him away as he pulled her into his strong arms and laid her across his lap. He sat at the edge of the bed with the top half of her body on his lap, stroking her hair gently. Silent tears streamed down her face while she held her stomach and stared off into space. Carlos bent down and kissed her gently on the temple. “You a’ight baby girl, I got you,” Los said soothingly. Lucky startled him when she shot up suddenly and scurried off towards the bathroom. “I gotta pee!” she called over her shoulder slamming the bathroom door.
A good 10 minutes went by and Lucky was in the bathroom panicking. Oh my god! I’m bleeding. How the fuck did I start bleeding? I don’t have tampons or pads what am I gonna do? she thought to herself as she sat on the edge of the jetted tub. The morning sun was seeping into the room bringing night into day. Carlos looked behind him at the spot that him and Lucky were just in and noticed a blood stain on the sheet. Oh shit! I popped her cherry! That’s why her lil ass locked up in the bathroom for so long. A virgin? Oh hell nah! He felt a little bad about what he had done and surprised it hadn’t been done a long time ago. She was a grown ass woman, that shit was crazy to him.
He stood up and walked to the bathroom door tapping on it lightly. “Lucky Charms, you okay?” He scared the hell out of her when he knocked on the door; she nearly jumped out of her skin. Lucky decided to just tell him the real. Hell, he might be able to get her something. “No I’m not, I’m bleeding. It’s not that time of the month either, I don’t know why I’m bleeding,” she said in a childlike voice. Carlos had to put his hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. “It’s nothing ma, you just got ya cherry popped. You’ll stop bleeding,” Los said in a sincere tone. Lucky’s mouth fell open. She was both shocked and embarrassed. He must think I’m so fucking stupid and crazy. Everyone she knew never bled when they lost their virginity, so she thought it was all a myth. Not to mention the amount of times she had played with herself in the past, she was almost certain her hymen had already broken. Humiliation took over her entire body, she felt as if she could’ve stayed held up in the bathroom for the rest of her life. Los knocked on the door again “C’mon baby, come get a little sleep.” “Uh, um…okay. I will, let me wash up first,” Lucky said embarrassment making her words come out shaky. Lucky hopped in the shower and almost cried while she showered.
Back in the bedroom Los’s thoughts were on overdrive. He was hoping and praying he hadn’t just taken Lucky’s innocence. He was really hoping that she had just fucked with niggaz in the past that weren’t as well endowed as he was and that was the reason she bled. Everyone knew how needy and clingy virgin chicks could be. And honestly he didn’t want the responsibility that came along with taking a chicks virginity, he been there done that. In his experience you pop a chick’s cherry and they be ready to marry. He wasn’t ready for that at all. However, he did in fact feel something he couldn’t explain for Lucky.
Lucky finally emerged from the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her chest snuggly, her hair hung curly and wet. Los looked at her and immediately got hard again. The lustful look didn’t go unnoticed. Lucky decided to put an end to whatever he was thinking by shooting him a look of her own. A ‘hell nah’ look that is. He caught her jiff immediately and started laughing. A soft giggle escaped Lucky’s lips putting her embarrassment at ease. Los pulled her down on the bed with him. By that time he had changed the sheets on the bed with an extra sheet set he found in one of the closets. Lucky snuggled into him burying her face into his neck while he held her tight in his arms.
“Lucky was this your first time?” “No.” Lucky answered too quickly. She didn’t want to scare him away, knowing some men avoided virgins at all costs. Plus, she didn’t want to come of
f as some inexperienced virgin. It wasn’t hard to tell with the way he looked and money he had, he was used to dealing with women who could probably do handstands on the dick in their quest to keep him. She felt self-conscious and insecure about her inexperience. Carlos didn’t quite believe her but he didn’t press, he figured she was probably embarrassed about her naiveté when it came to sex.
“All them niggaz you fuckin wit or talkin to dead it.” Lucky shifted her head from his neck and looked at him. She needed to see his face because he sounded dead ass. Lucky was single, but she did have friends she talked to. And this one dude she recently met was too cute. Despite all that she had no problem dropping them real fast for Los. “I don’t have a man, you know that. And my friends are just that, friends.” Carlos looked at Lucky as if she were crazy. “Lucky what I just tell you, dead that shit,” His tone was too serious to be playing. so she just shook her head yes. Silence fell between them as they laid in the comfort of each other’s arms.
“Why didn’t you want to stay in contact with me? Last night you said it was a lot of reasons, so what were they?” Lucky caught him off guard with that question but he just kept it funky with her and told her the real. “It’s like this, you a good girl, doing good things. I see you going to school, working, doing good. And you know what type of nigga I am. I don’t wanna corrupt you and take away your innocence by exposing you to this life I live, but you know what you getting into, so if you say you wit me, then you wit me. I ain’t tryna hear that let me go shit later on.” She stared at him contemplating what he said. The decision was made almost immediately, throwing caution to the wind. Fuck it, I already feel like I love him for some reason. “I choose to be with you.” His eyes lit up but he tried to play it off like he wasn’t surprised. He thought for sure she would have second thoughts and back down, but she didn’t, so her fate was sealed.
Hours later Los pulled up in front of Ty’s house helping Lucky out of the car. Her stomach was still cramped, along with her pussy being sore and swollen. He had to even stop at a gas station on the way to Ty’s to get her aspirin and some ginger ale. Los hugged her close, placing a kiss on her forehead while they embraced. The stiffness growing in his jeans was hard to ignore. Lucky backed away immediately darting her eyes down to the large bulge in front of his jeans. “Damn you gotta nigga wit blue balls,” Los said through a pained chuckle. She looked up at him feeling truly bad. He had put her out of commission though and she wasn’t even trying to go for round two anytime soon, she needed time to recuperate. Looking up at him with puppy dog eyes she gave a genuine apology. “I’m sorry baby, I got you next time. And I promise I won’t back down again.” Los gazed down at her then smiled. “It’s a’ight Lucky. I’ll have plenty of time to break ya lil ass in. I’ma have you taking this dick like a pro in no time,” he said snaking his arms around her and cupping her ass in his hands pinning her up against his car. She was embarrassed and at the same time turned on by his comment. “Whateva nigga, you just used to fucking wit these loose pussy hoes out here.” He burst out laughing real hard, and then his expression turned serious. “You gotta fresh ass mouth ma. I’ma have to fix that too,” Los said with a serious as a heart attack look on his face. Lucky rolled her eyes unfazed by his comment. Los looked down at Lucky with amusement; she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared to be. No, she was a firecracker, but hey he liked it, He loved the challenge. With his arms wrapped around her, he gave her a quick squeeze before placing one last kiss on her forehead and backing away. “A’ight I’ma try to come through later on to see you,” He called over his shoulder as he walked around his car to get in. Just then she realized she didn’t even have his number. “How am I supposed to get in touch with you?” she called after him as he hopped in his car. Lucky watched the passenger side window slide down half way, Los flashed her a devilish grin. “Look in your bag,” was the only thing he said before peeling off.
As soon as Lucky opened her bag the first thing she noticed was the knot of money, Los had slipped in there. Other than that there was its usual contents, lip gloss, comb, phone and wallet. Lucky rummaged through her pocket book fast as Los’s car disappeared around the corner. There was nothing missing and nothing extra besides the money. She stood there looking confused, before hearing her cell vibrate in her bag. Hesitantly, she answered the phone seeing that the word unknown was displayed on the screen. “Hello.” Los’s deep voice flowed through the phone. “Look under the contacts in ya phone,” was the only thing he said before hanging up. Lucky took the phone from her ear staring at it with her face all screwed up. What type of fuckin games is he playing? She thought as she went directly to her contacts list in her phone. There wasn’t any numbers under C or L. Lucky was stumped. Deciding to go through her contacts in its entirety by alphabetical order, she got to H and there was a new entry under Hubby. Her face lit up, she was literally standing there smiling to herself like a big goofball. He left two cell phone numbers and his home phone number. Lucky glided into the house on cloud 9.
Ty was lying on the couch watching Saturday morning cartoons when Lucky walked in. Secretly Ty had crashed out on the couch waiting up for Lucky. She wanted to make sure she came home in one piece. Lucky shook her head at her cousin eating a bowl of cereal transfixed on cartoons. Ty’s head whipped around when she heard the door open and shut. She gave Lucky a knowing look. “Hoe!” Ty accused playfully. “Girl get over here and tell all. Was his dick big?” Ty said with excitement. Lucky waved her off as she continued to climb the stairs. “Ty I’m too tired,” Lucky said. “Whateva, remember we supposed to be taking Keema out to eat in a little while to celebrate her finishing that nursing program,” Ty called after Lucky. Lucky stopped dead in her tracks “What time are we supposed to go?” “I don’t know, I guess it really doesn’t matter but it’s already close to 2:00 pm and she has to go to work tonight.” Lucky groaned as she continued on up the stairs without saying another word. “Save that bullshit. I don’t care if you tired. No one told yo hot ass to stay out all night busting it wide open for that nigga, miss I ain’t gon do nothing with him. And why the hell you walking like that? Damn, ole boy dug it out like that? That’s a shame.” Lucky burst into laughter, her cousin was always saying off the wall shit. And she had the dirtiest mouth. “Ty leave me alone. I’ll be ready when it’s time to go,” Lucky called over her shoulder. The only thing on Lucky’s mind was soaking in the Jacuzzi tub with the massaging jets, before taking a long nap.
On the other side of town Los was just entering Shyanne’s apartment about to get his shit off. There were no introductions or conversations they both knew what he came there for. He sat on her couch and Shyanne jumped right to it, she got on her knees and gave him head that would put a porn star to shame. Just as he was about to cum he pulled out and bust all in her face. He treated her like a slut because that’s what she was, he would never have treated Lucky in the same regards. Shyanne licked her lips nastily as some of his babies dripped down her top lip. “Go get me a wet rag,” Los said in a throaty tone getting hard by the nasty show she was giving him. After washing himself off he pulled out one of his own condoms. Shyanne took the condom and slid it on his dick with her mouth like a pro right before he slayed her for about an hour all the while thinking of Lucky. After showering he came back into Shyanne’s bedroom and threw 3 hundred dollars on the bed making Shyanne feel slutted. There was no kissing, no cuddling, nothing, he just got his shit off and left. Los didn’t feel guilty about what he had just done with Shyanne for two reasons. One, he knew Lucky wasn’t ready for him. Two, he was a man with needs so something had to give. It is what it is, he thought to himself. Shyanne was pissed at Los for pulling a smash and dash. Especially when she smelt another woman on him, nope. He hadn’t even taken a shower before he came over. In her mind at the end of the day she was winning because no matter what chick he was dealing with he kept coming back to her. Deep down she knew her reasoning was flawed, she wanted more, but realistically she knew he was incapable o
f giving her more than what he was giving.
Lucky, Ty and Keema arrived at Branzino Italian restaurant around 5:00 pm. Keema was supposed to be to work at 7:00 so she just called out, she really didn’t feel like going in anyways after the long morning she had with Jah. The ladies were seated at a table towards the back of the restaurant, with their entrée’s that just arrived piping hot. Lucky looked over at Keema, “Girl I’m so proud of you, congrats. Keem Keem.”
Keema had somewhat of a rough childhood, like Lucky she grew up without her parents. Keema was raised by her very abusive grandmother who fronted like she was some God fearing Christian woman. Sister G went to church about six days out of the week and dragged Keema with her too, until Keema was old enough to refuse. No matter how many days she went to church, and how many hours she invested in that church from bible study, prayer meetings and Sunday service, it seemed as if none of that godliness rubbed off on her. She was awful, Sister G what Keema’s grandmother liked to be called, was an alcoholic abusive tyrant. She was both physical and emotionally abusive, although she treated Keema like her personal slave she would never miss the opportunity to remind Keema that she took her in and raised her when no one else would, making Keema feel somewhat indebted to her, and the beatings seem okay. One beating got so bad she ended up breaking Keema’s arm, then lying and saying Keema fell. When Keema turned 17 she moved out of her grandmother’s house and never looked back. Her first few years on her own were hard. Lucky could remember times when Keema would come over Matoo’s to stay because she had no other place to go. Matoo told Keema that she was always welcomed. And true to her word she always was. However, Keema was determined to make it on her own. Despite moving out on her own mid senior year of high school she graduated on time then went on to get a little job as a bank teller while she went to a community college for a nursing degree program. Three years later she earned her LPN licenses. And with the high demand for nurses, Keema had already landed a job with Philadelphia’s Mercy hospital making pretty decent money. Both Lucky and Ty were so proud of her.
