by Silhouettes
“Let’s just say that I hope like hell you’re not trying to move in on my territory. Are you?”
“Nah, not at all. Your territory resides at home with you, and I have no interest, whatsoever, in your wife.”
“Jamal, don’t bullshit me. You know damn well who I’m talking about, and for the record, she is not your type. Get your young mind out of the gutter. That’s too much woman for you to handle. There’s no need for you to be wasting your time.”
I shook my head. “You know what? You muthafuckin’ so-called-ass teachers in here puttin’ on one hell of a front. I thought your job was to be teachin’ me somethin’. Instead, you comin’ at me about some bullshit over a woman who ain’t even your wife. I can’t believe you feel threatened by a young’un like me, but in this day and age, I understand. Don’t nobody give a fuck anymore, and you, Coach Johnson, are a prime example of why niggas like me don’t even go to school. In the meantime, don’t trouble yourself about me and Ms. Macklin. She a straight dime, though, and for anybody to jerk her around, they must be one big-ass fool. Look in the mirror, Coach. You just may see yourself standin’ there.”
I calmly walked to the office to accept whatever punishment Mr. King intended to lay on me. Surprisingly, he was easy on me, only because two other fights had broken out that day. One boy was badly injured and needed medical attention. Mr. King didn’t have time to deal with my and Nadine’s mess, and when all was said and done, Nadine was suspended for three days. I received no suspension at all. The other students told the truth about what had happened, and even though I had choked her, no one mentioned it. I looked like a victim, and that was, no doubt, a first for me.
Chapter 11
Mama was back at home with a new attitude. It didn’t dawn on me as to why, until Raylo showed up on Friday night with a box of Kentucky Fried Chicken in his hand. This break-up-to-make-up shit was an ongoing thing. And no matter what they seemed to do to each other, they always managed to pull it back together. I wasn’t feeling that kind of shit, and that’s why having a relationship wasn’t in my vocabulary. I wasn’t trying to seriously hook up with anyone, and as much as I liked Ms. Macklin, I couldn’t even see myself in a relationship with her. Yeah, the feelings were there, but my feelings were about getting some pussy. Nothing more, nothing less. I got the same vibes from her, and there was no way in hell she was even thinking about having a future with me. Even I didn’t know where my future was headed, but I was starting to feel content with Cedric and some of his friends. They seemed to have my back, and made sure that I kept money in my pockets, clothes on my back, and food in my mouth. Mama had left my ass out there hanging, and I won’t even mention my father. I saw his ass the other day, and he had the nerve to position his fingers like a gun and aim it at me. He definitely didn’t know who he was fucking with, and with as much hatred as I had for his ass, he had better keep his distance.
Instead of robbing folks all the time, I wanted to find a job, but what some of the fast food joints were paying was ridiculous. I hadn’t finished school yet, so working part time for minimum wage didn’t seem logical. I couldn’t get with that program; that kind of shit reminded me too much of slavery. All the white man needed to do was pull out his whip and get to cracking. Yeah, he was still slaving behind the scenes, but very few black folks were paying attention. I was alert, and, for now, I continued to make money the best way I knew how.
Romeo had three weeks to go before his court date, and on Saturday morning, I sat on my bed, writing him a long letter. I encouraged him to hang in there, but it didn’t seem to be working. His letters were getting more and more depressing, and they actually made me feel depressed as well. I couldn’t wait to see what happened. The jury had to get this shit right. I prayed that they would, and sealed Romeo’s letter with my saliva. Afterward, I put on my baggy cargo pants with pockets and a white T-shirt. I cocked my New York Yankees hat to the side and grabbed the keys to Romeo’s car so I could go do some painting.
After dropping Romeo’s letter in the mailbox, I headed to Ms. Macklin’s apartment. Yeah, she’d told me not to come, but I was sure she didn’t mean it. Over the years, I had learned how forgiving women could be. Ms. Macklin didn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge, and since she was going through some things with Coach Johnson, I intended to take advantage of her vulnerabilities. I knocked on her door, and from the outside I could hear loud music. I banged harder, and when the sound lowered, that’s when she opened the door. She had on a pair of blue jean capris, a pink T-shirt, and a pink scarf was tied around her hair. Paint blotches were visible on her shirt, and a smudge of paint was on her cheek. She held a paint roller with bright yellow paint on it in her hand.
“What?” she scoffed.
“You asked me to help you paint and I’m here to help. Besides, it looks like you need it.”
I stepped forward, causing Ms. Macklin to move aside. Nearly everything was covered with plastic, and she had made very little progress. I didn’t care much for the loud yellow paint, but this was her place, not mine.
I tossed my jacket on the couch, and pulled my white T-shirt over my head. My perfectly cut body was on display, and all Ms. Macklin could do was stare.
“Where would you like me to start?” I asked.
She laid her roller on top of a paint can and folded her arms. “I really don’t need your help, especially after how you spoke to me the other day.”
I defensively held out my hands. “Sorry. Now, if you don’t want to say shit else to me, cool. Just let me know where to get started and we can have this done in no time.”
She rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up the roller. “You’re such a smart ass. I can’t believe how I let you work my nerves.” She handed the roller to me and pointed to the far corner of the living room. “Start over there. I hope you know what you’re doing. Please take your time. Everything is covered with plastic, but try not to drip any paint on the floors.”
I took the roller from her hand. “Where’s your dog? Did you cover her with plastic too?”
She wanted to smile, but wouldn’t let herself do it. “No. That dog belonged to my best friend. I was just dog sitting that day.”
I nodded and bobbed my head to T-Pain’s music in the background. Before I got started, I cranked up the music and got busy.
It took less than an hour for Ms. Macklin and me to almost finish the living room. I was standing on a ladder, carefully working the high corners with a paintbrush. Ms. Macklin was touching up while singing Alicia Keys’s version of “Empire State of Mind” by Jay-Z. She was all in it, kept putting her hands in the air, looking cute as ever. I knew Jay-Z’s version, so I kicked it down. We couldn’t help but smile at each other throughout the performance. When the song came off, she lowered the volume and plopped down on the covered couch.
“You don’t know anything about that song.” She laughed.
“Please,” I said. Every song Jay-Z had was hooked up on my iPod, and I could rap them backward if I wanted to. “If anything, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that.”
I stepped down from the ladder, slightly pulling up my baggy pants that hung low on my waist. Sweat dripped from my body, and just by the look in Ms. Macklin’s eyes, I could see how much she admired it. I placed the paintbrush on the can and sat next to her to take a break.
“I don’t know why you’re looking all tired and lazy. We still have my bedroom to do, as well as my two bathrooms,” she said.
I looked around at the bright-ass living room, squinting from the awfully loud color. “I hope you’re not stickin’ with the same color. I’m not sure if I’m feelin’ this.”
She looked around at the room. “I think it looks nice. I like to wake up to things that brighten my day, and this room will do that for me. The other rooms will be colored the same, so when you get rested, I’ll meet you in my bedroom.”
She got off the couch, heading for her room.
“How much are you payin’ me for this?”
I yelled. “You never told me.”
She came from the other room and stood with the brush in her hand. “I never told you because I thought you’d help me out for free. Was I wrong for assuming?”
“Very wrong,” I said, getting off the couch. “There’s always a price for everything.”
Her brows went up and she went back into her room. I followed, and just like the furniture in the living room, her bedroom furniture had been covered with plastic. The room was much smaller, so I anticipated that it wouldn’t take us that long. I left to crank up the music again, and then we got busy on her bedroom. This time, my body kicked up a major sweat in the cramped and stuffy room. I was hot as hell, and kept wiping sweat from my forehead.
“Damn,” I said. “Why don’t you turn the heat off and crack open some of these windows? It’s hot as hell in here.”
Ms. Macklin just looked at me and smiled. She covered her mouth and started to crack up. When I looked in the mirror to see what was so funny, I saw that I had smeared yellow paint on my forehead. I rubbed it to wipe it off, but that only made matters worse. She laughed again.
“Aw, okay,” I said. “You think this shit real funny, don’t you?”
I stepped away from the mirror and dipped my brush in the can of paint. I started toward Ms. Macklin and I’d be damned if she wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Prince, don’t play,” she said with a serious look. “You are going to mess up my room. I can’t afford to have paint all over the place.”
“Who said anything about puttin’ this anywhere in your room?” I got closer.
“Don’t put that on me,” she said, defending herself with her paintbrush. I couldn’t help but pat her cheek with the brush, and she tore me up with hers as well. We made one big mess, but most of the paint was on us.
“I could kill you,” she said, looking down at her pink shirt and capris. Paint was all over her clothes, but most of the paint was on my bare chest and arms. She gave me a wet towel to wipe off the paint. As we stood in her room, looking at the mess we’d made on the floor, she shook her head.
“It is going to take hours for us to clean this up. You’d better help me, too.”
She walked to the side of her bed, and bent down to pick up a paintbrush that had been dropped on her hardwood floor. When she turned around, I eased my arm around her waist.
“I can think of somethin’ better we can do for the next few hours. What about you?”
Ms. Macklin looked into my eyes, keeping my arms around her waist. She ran her finger over my chest, particularly tracing my Street Soldier tattoo. “I can think of some things too, Soldier Boy. Let’s see who can be more creative.”
I heard a thud when her paintbrush hit the floor. She threw her arms around my neck. As we kissed, I backed her up to the bed covered with plastic. The queen bed sat rather high off the floor, but I had no complaints. I would fuck her in an alley with rodents and still be satisfied. I kneeled between Ms. Macklin’s legs, tugging at the zipper on her capris, as she tore at the zipper on my pants. There became a sudden rush to get each other naked, and between the disappearing clothes act, we continued to take lengthy, juicy kisses.
“I want this,” she admitted while tightly gripping the muscles in my ass. “I’ve always wanted this to happen.”
I couldn’t believe she had finally admitted it, and her admission caused my dick to swell to capacity. It couldn’t get any harder or bigger than what was already on display.
“You already know how much I wanted this, ma, and please, please don’t back out of this shit right now,” I said. “It . . . it’s okay that I call you ‘ma’ again, right?”
“You can call me whatever you’d like to. As long as you don’t call me a bitch.”
I definitely couldn’t promise her that, and only time would tell if I’d ever have to go there. For now, she was too busy confirming her words about how much she had always wanted this to happen, especially when she lay back on the bed in nothing but her skin. I couldn’t believe how perfect and thick her body was, and she, indeed, had the prettiest titties and pussy my young eyes had ever seen. I wanted to explore her insides with my tongue, but a woman this bad had me nervous as hell. I wasn’t even sure if I was sucking her titties correctly, but I took my time and did my best. Her legs were wrapped around my back, and I could feel the warmth coming from in between them. I wanted to dive right into it, but I kept reminding myself not to show anxiousness. Just like the man in the porn movie, I massaged her breasts and pecked my lips down her stomach. I licked around her navel with my pointed tongue, caressing her down to the tip of her hairless slit. Using my fingers, I popped her slit wide open, exposing a cherry drop that looked to be delicious and sweet. Ms. Macklin hadn’t said one word, but her trembling sweaty stomach heaved up and down. Taking my chances, I dropped my face into it, diving tongue first. I kept turning her clit with my tongue, then dipped it into her insides as far as my tongue would go. Her legs had already dropped from my waist and she had them wide open. I felt like I was dreaming. She put a high arch in her back and her moans picked up. All she had to do was say my name, just so I could know this shit was on!
“Prince,” she groaned. “Lick it dry, baby! Lick me dry,” she whined.
Wow, I was thinking with my eyes closed. Is this my teacher? She was my lover for now, and as she started to breathe more heavily, I slowly opened my eyes. White cream rushed from her insides, and I caught every single drop in my mouth. She went crazy on me, and when she jerked herself up, that’s when I stopped. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me as if my performance satisfied her.
“Look on my dresser and get a condom,” she said.
I did, and as I was putting it on, she eased off the bed and stood in front of me. Her back faced me, but her head was turned sideways so we could kiss.
“I didn’t know you were talented like that,” she said, taking my hands and assisting me with rubbing her melon-sized breasts. “That felt good. Now, show me what else you can do.”
Ms. Macklin bent over on the bed, resting one of her legs on top of it. I stood from behind, taking in a view of her ass that was breathtaking. I couldn’t wait to get inside of her, but as soon as I eased in, my body weakened. My legs almost buckled and I had to quickly regroup. She allowed me no time to do so, and the faster she backed that ass up against me, the more I wanted to explode. I felt weak. The inside of a pussy never, ever felt this good. I tightened my eyes, and squeezed my fingers into her hips.
“Goddamn!” I screamed out. “Slow this shit down, ma, please!”
She ignored me, and kept tossing it back to me faster and faster. I did my best to hang with her, and hoped that the muscles in my legs would stay strong. I tightened my ass, and as I started to throw it back her way, she slowed her pace.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” I boasted. “You feelin’ that shit now, ain’t you?”
With every thrust, Ms. Macklin gasped for air. Our sweaty, naked bodies slapped against each other at a rhythmic pace. We connected better than I thought we would. Taking in the feeling, her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was occasionally being sucked into her mouth. She pulled her long, wet hair aside and started talking to me again.
“Fuck me harder, Prince.” Her voice was strained. “Please, please, don’t tell anyone that you fucked me like this.”
“My lips are sealed,” I said, unable to hold on any longer. Before I came, though, Ms. Macklin moved forward, causing me to flop out of her soaking wet, deep tunnel. She ordered me on the bed, and when I lay on my back, she straddled my lap. I didn’t think this could cause my heart to race any more, but as soon as she started to ride me, it was over. I was on the verge of a major eruption and my whole body tightened. Never in a million years did I expect sex with a woman to feel this good. For years, I hadn’t been doing nothing but playing around. Ms. Macklin kept bouncing up and down on me, turning herself in a circular motion and allowing me to see my entries as she stroked me. I was
spent, and basically had nothing else to give. I quickly sat up, dropping my head back in defeat.
Once it was over, I wrapped my arms around her waist and we sat in silence for a few minutes. That was, until I had gathered enough strength to speak.
“I can’t believe you got at me like that,” I said, still a bit out of breath. “I hope I didn’t let you down.”
Ms. Macklin rested her arms on my shoulders. She gazed into my eyes with the most seductive stare ever and smiled.
“I needed exactly what you gave me,” she said. “So, no, I was in no way disappointed. Surprised, more like it. Now I see why the girls at school make such a big fuss over you.”
I was relieved to hear she was pleased. I’d never been required to step up my game like this, and if any of the chicks from school ever wanted to get with me again, then they had to be willing to put it down like Ms. Macklin. She was one bad chick!
Chapter 12
I was a street soldier on a mission, and after I tapped into Ms. Macklin, it was now mission accomplished. I had never, ever been so motivated about going to school, until now. Seeing Ms. Macklin every day was a pleasure, but we couldn’t seem to get our act together during class. Either she was looking in my direction, or I was gazing at her, thinking about the unforgettable ride she’d given me. I hadn’t revisited her, but it was definitely on my agenda. She had a very high sex drive, but I didn’t mind one bit.
Even my attitude toward people had changed. I seemed happier and didn’t let too much shit get to me. Mama and I were on better terms, and even when she started bitching, I kept my mouth shut and eliminated the back talk. It was amazing what good pussy could do for you, especially if it was given to you by a teacher who so many young men at my school desired. Cedric was a little upset that I had cut back on chilling with him, but I told him I met a chick from East St. Louis who had been keeping me busy. He definitely understood, and told me when I had time to stop by his crib.
