Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  I was quiet, because I couldn’t argue with nothing he’d said. Those hoes had forgotten about me, and he was doing alright for himself.

  “You know what my uncle told me,” he continued. “That the best asset a man can have for himself is a real backbone. Find you a bitch that loves your fuckin’ dirty drawls, and she’ll ride it out, and pick you up whenever you fall off. And that shit might not come packaged like you expect it to, either. Having the finest bitch around don’t mean shit when them walls is closing in on you, ya feel me? And even if you don’t see forever with the hoe, use that potential. A bitch will put you on your feet every time. You just gotta stop thinking with ya dick, and see the bigger fucking picture.”

  I wasn’t sure if I could deal with a broad like Glenda, but maybe my boy was on to something. Getting with the finest chick hadn’t done anything for me, and I really needed to get my shit together. So, I was considering looking outside of the norm…like that little bitch that had tried to flirt back at the store earlier that day. She was once my speed, but Kell’s voice was echoing in the back of my head, as I saw her thirsty ass wink at me. Then her little friend made it obvious that she was the hoe of the clique, by just standing there appearing to be the exact opposite. I could tell that she was used to her friend’s behavior, and I thought about how she was the type of girl that probably remained loyal to her little boyfriends. She wasn’t trying to be seen, but was still a cutie. A little chubby, but a cutie. The kind of girl that I wouldn’t have been caught dead with, back in the day. Still probably wouldn’t. Then I had to ask myself how much had I really changed.

  Shaking my thoughts, I whipped out my dick to take a wiz.

  “Uh oh,” somebody clumsily barged into the bathroom.

  “I’m in here,” I announced, as I wagged the piss off the tip of my dick.

  “Yes, the fuck you are,” ole girl drunkenly slurred, as she eyed my dick.

  I grinned, realizing for the first time that night that she was probably in her early thirty’s, which wasn’t usually my thing. But it was time for a change. “Can I get some privacy?”

  “Sure,” she smiled, as she turned to lock the door.

  “What chu doing, man?” I chuckled.

  “Come here,” she boldly grabbed my hard-on. “Damn, you big as fuck.”

  I gazed down at her, as she dropped to her knees. Even after seeing me just take a leak, she wrapped her lips around the head of my pipe. I knew right then that her ass was nasty. Sloppily, she sucked me off, and allowed me to fuck her mouth. “Fuck,” I grunted, as I placed a palm on the vanity mirror to balance myself. She had my fucking knees weak.

  “Uh, I’m ready for you to fuck me,” she whispered, as she allowed my dick to slip from her mouth. Standing up, she gave me her back, propping a leg onto the counter top.

  Gripping her ass, I slid in from the back. Immediately, she met my thrust, as I grinned wickedly into the mirror. Trying something new wasn’t that bad, after all.

  Chapter 2

  Mya

  I was trying with all my might not to go there. I swear I was. But somehow my hand found it’s way between my thighs, and my finger into my panties. I then slowly circled my clit, while imagining things. I imagined that I was with a man. A fine ass man. Shit, who am I kidding? I was fucking imagining ole boy from the corner store. The one who’d shot Nisha down. Yes, the nameless d-boy, who was too fine to be living a life of crime. That nigga needed to be somewhere modeling underwear or some shit. He was the handsome, fly type. And the type of nigga that never looked my way. But I couldn’t help myself. I’d never been more attracted to a dude around here, and I was gonna have him, even if it was only in my wildest fantasies.

  “Damn,” I whispered to myself, as my finger moved faster than my mind could process.

  I was slippery wet, as my hips rocked against my hand. I pictured what the guy’s dick would look like, as he rammed it into me, forcefully.

  “Ouuu,” I rolled my hips, right before I heard the front door slam shut. That scared the shit out of me, as I snatched my hand out of my panties.

  “Why is the house so got damn cold?!” I heard my mama shout. She couldn’t even get through the door good before she was bitching.

  “Why the fuck couldn’t she have stayed wherever the hell she was at?” I grumbled to myself, as I eased out of my bed.

  I would have loved to remain in my room, pretending to be sleep, but I needed to piss in the worse way. So, I eased out of bed, quietly pulled my door open, and stepped into the hallway. I tipped towards the bathroom in the dark, and collided with a hard body.

  “What the fuck?” I gasped, knowing that wasn’t my mama standing there.

  “Oh, my bad,” I heard a masculine voice apologize.

  Reaching over, I flipped on the hall’s light. And that’s when I realized the he was standing in my house. The dude who was about to bring me to a climax from mere memories of his physique.

  His eyes softened with recognition. “What’s up?” he smiled. “Where’s your sleazy little friend?”

  Unintentionally, I rolled my eyes. “Do it look like I got her in my back pocket?”

  For some reason, he grinned harder. “You got a smart mouth, huh?”

  “Look,” was all I was able to say, before my mama interrupted me.

  “Omari, baby, the bathroom is to your left,” she explained pleasantly, until she realized that I was standing there. A snarl instantly covered her face. “Mya, what the fuck are you doing right here? Especially in those fucking clothes?”

  I glanced down at my oversized sleeping tee that hung past my knees, attempting to see what the hell she was talking about. We all knew that she wanted me to dress like a nun, but damn. What more could I have on in the middle of the night to be deemed appropriately dressed? “Mama,” I dragged out. “I was in the bed. I only came out to pee. What’s wrong with what I have on?”

  She looked me up and down with disgust. “A damn robe or something. Go fucking pee, and get out my face. And stop touching my got damn thermostat. You don’t pay nah bill up in here. So, don’t touch my AC.”

  I sucked my teeth, but kept my thoughts to myself, as I stomped into the bathroom. I softly closed the door, while gritting my teeth. Man, that lady worked my last nerve, and what the fuck…what the fuck was he doing here with her? Nooo, it couldn’t be. I mean, yes, my mama was attractive with a slim curvaceous body, a light complexion, and had pretty hazel eyes, but she was thirty-eight years old. And that dude looked no older than twenty-one. What the hell were they doing together? And more importantly, what in the hell was my mama thinking?

  ******

  Omari

  “I didn’t know that you had a daughter that old,” I commented, as ole girl sat straddled on my lap.

  She held a blunt between two fingers, as she gazed down at me, blowing smoke through her nostrils. “Yeah, people tell me that all the time. Shit, they say that I look like the daughter, and she’s the mama. She got her daddy’s genes.”

  I was a little thrown off by her response. I just meant that her ass is even older than I suspected. I was thinking that she was in her early thirties, but with a daughter practically grown, she was probably pushing forty. But that had nothing to do with her daughter’s looks, and I thought that it was lame of her to even try to play her daughter like that. I mean, she could lie to herself all she wanted, but her daughter damn sure didn’t look older than about fourteen in the face. But given her size, I was hoping she was older than that. “You wild, man. Aint nothing wrong with her. She looks like a baby.”

  “I guess.” She shrugged. “You probably just see all that baby fat she neglected to shed.”

  I frowned, shaking my head. Ole girl was on some bullshit, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before. A lot of hood rats tended to compete with their daughters, after they’d reach a certain age. Like real live hate on their own flesh and blood. That shit wasn’t my business, though, but said a lot about her character.

  “Say
,” I tucked my lips into my mouth, as I gripped her ass. “Don’t be mad at me, but what’s your name, again?”

  “After hitting this good pussy three times tonight, you still don’t know?” she asked arrogantly. “It’s Meeka. And remember it, because you’ll eventually have it tatted across your chest or somewhere.”

  I chuckled. “Confident, huh?”

  “You know it,” she smirked.

  I nodded, as I allowed her to hop onto my hard-on. She was a super freak, and I couldn’t do nothing but appreciate that. Then she had her own crib, and a brand new Jeep. Right then, a nigga was doing bad. I didn’t have wheels to move around. So, I’d decided to take Kells’ advice. I was gonna kick it with ole girl, get in good, and win whatever I could out of the situation. She’d be my stepping stool, but she’d get dick out of the deal, so I figured that we’d break even.

  ******

  “Damn, I gotta piss,” I grumbled, as I sat up in bed.

  The sun was peeking through the blinds, as I glanced at Meeka lying next to me. Surprisingly, she was already awake, scrolling through her cell phone. Her small breasts were fully exposed, as she tucked her lips into her mouth. “You better go release that…before I hop on it again,” she warned, never bothering to remove her eyes off the phone’s screen.

  “Shit,” I reached over, grabbing my boxers. “The way I gotta go, I’d fuck around and piss in the pussy.”

  “Oou, I never tried that before,” she giggled.

  I shook my head, as I stood up, and stepped into my drawls. I then tipped to the door, pulling it open. Still half sleep, I ambled to the bathroom, and absently pushed the door open.

  “The fuck?!” Meeka’s daughter gasped, as she jumped back.

  “My bad,” I apologized, as I studied her. She’d been clearly standing in the mirror, combing her hair, as it was all brushed up like she was about to throw it into a ponytail. Her shit was long as fuck, but kind of bushy.

  Her slanted eyes narrowed, as if I’d caught her naked. She was still wearing that oversized tee, but now had some baggy ass pajamas underneath it. I’d never seen somebody so young wear such unflattering things.

  “I’m…I’ll be finished in a minute.” she rolled her eyes, as she faced the mirror, staring at herself.

  “Alright.” I headed back to the bathroom…with my dick rock hard, because I still needed to piss.

  “What happened?” Meeka questioned, as she sat up in bed.

  “Your daughter is in the bathroom.”

  “What? But you gotta piss. She could’ve gone into her damn room, until you were finished,” she fumed, as she hopped out of the bed.

  “It’s cool,” I waved her off.

  “The hell it is,” she growled as she stomped out the room. “Mya! Get your ass out of that fucking bathroom, girl! Who the fuck do you think you are?”

  “I’m almost done getting ready, mama,” I heard her daughter explain.

  “Shut the fuck up! Don’t talk back to me! Your slow ass could’ve offered to let him use the bathroom. Go in your fucking room, while he uses it. With ya dumb ass.”

  “I was just trying to finish getting ready,” the daughter sniveled, sounding like she was crying.

  “Whatever,” Meeka mumbled. “Omari, baby, you can come use the bathroom.”

  I felt like I was in trouble right along with the daughter, as I stepped back into the hallway. I don’t know if it was the age difference, the way she’d handled her daughter, or a little of both, but I felt like a little boy who was about to be reprimanded.

  Without uttering a word, I traveled to the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. While I took a long overdue piss, I listened to Meeka go in on her daughter. “You been getting beside yourself in here. Making people wait, while you fucking take your time.”

  “It’s too early for this shit,” I grumbled to myself, feeling responsible for the daughter getting fussed at. The situation really wasn’t that serious.

  By the time, I was done in the bathroom, Meeka was already back in bed. Feeling a little awkward, I sat at the foot of the bed.

  “Why you way down there?” she wanted to know, and I swear it felt like my mama was talking to me. That shit was an extreme turn-off.

  “You talking real aggressive, aint ya?” I glanced over my shoulder.

  “What you mean?” she asked confusingly.

  “You got that same tone you just addressed your daughter in. I aint ya child.”

  There was a pregnant pause. “I…I didn’t mean to come off like that. That girl can just get me so worked up.”

  I shook my head. “Well, as a man, I aint about to let you handle me like that. Let’s establish that right now.” I turned to face her.

  “And I hear you. I apologize if I offended you. We’ve been vibing and I’d hate to ruin that over irrelevant bullshit.”

  I nodded. “As long as you respect where I’m coming from.”

  She gently smiled at me, until something else caught her attention. “Mya, bring your ass here!” she shouted, as I’d left her bedroom door open. Apparently, her daughter had attempted to walk past, but Meeka had noticed.

  “Ma’am,” Mya slowly reappeared, and tipped into the room.

  “Where the fuck do you think you going with them tight ass pants?”

  Mya glanced down at her pants with probably just as much confusion as I had. Those pants were loose, making her appear to have an overlapping stomach. “What’s wrong with them?”

  Meeka looked her up and down with a snarl. “What aint wrong with them? You know that girls your size shouldn’t wear certain things. We’ve discussed this several times before.”

  Mya huffed. “But mama, all my other clothes are dirty. This is the only clean thing left.”

  “That sounds like a personal problem. You should have thought about that last night. Any other time you get your ass in there and hand wash something. So, go dig in them dirty clothes, and find you something else to put on.”

  “What?” fresh tears brimmed Mya’s eyes.

  “Bye, go handle that before you miss that bus. I aint taking your ass to school.”

  Tears slipped from Mya’s eyes, as she left the room. It was really fucked up. Meeka was handling her daughter, but it wasn’t my place to speak on that. Shit, I barely knew her, and wasn’t there to be some type of counselor. I had my own problems, so I made a decision to mind my business. But Mya was better than me, because mama or not I would’ve spoke up for myself, but that was probably why I wasn’t invited to stay with my T-Lady when I was released from jail.

  Mya

  “Nisha, could you please hurry up? We’re gonna miss the bus,” I worried, as she held my backpack hostage.

  “What did you say, Marvin?” Nisha questioned, completely ignoring me.

  We were standing in the hallway, against the lockers. School had officially been out for ten minutes, and she was flirting with some stupid boy, risking the bus leaving our asses. Me…I would have left them to talk alone, but she’d snatched my backpack, insisting that I not leave her. I had my house keys in that bag, therefore I was standing there, trying to get her to un-ass my shit or come the hell on. Still, I was willing to bet that I came across as a cock blocker to Marvin, as he glared at me.

  “What’s up with your fat ass friend? Why she all in my mouth?” he spewed, causing my neck to instantly grow hot.

  “Nigga, fuck you!” I lashed. “It aint my fault your fucking yellow ass teeth keep catching my attention!”

  “Man,” he drawled, as he stepped off. “Let me move the fuck around, before I end up knocking this fat, ugly bitch out. Hit me up later, Nisha.”

  Nisha rolled her eyes, as she sucked her teeth. “Alright. Come on, Mya. You just had to argue with him. A bitch can’t never live.”

  I crinkled my nose. “Bitch, you had my damn backpack. I didn’t want to stand here and inhale his stanky ass breath.”

  She giggled. “Yeah, his breath did stank. Oh well,” she shrugged it off.


  “Yeah, come on. I bet the bus done left our asses.” I sped-walked.

  Nisha took her lovely time. “Girl, calm down. That bus is already gone, and you know that. So, I don’t know why you about to bust out running.”

  I slowed my pace. “So, you cool with taking that long ass walk home? I aint got no metro bus money.”

  She focused on texting on her smart phone. “Don’t even trip. My lil’ boo is supposed to be coming to get us, anyway.”

  “What lil’ boo? And why am I just hearing about these plans?”

  “Because I didn’t need you making up any excuses when it was time to get in their ride.”

  I rolled my eyes real hard at her, realizing she’d been playing games. Her talking to Marvin’s ugly ass was just a stall tactic to make sure that I missed my bus. Otherwise, my ass would’ve been on that bus, headed home. I wasn’t trying to ride with Nisha and no nigga. Besides, she had no problems getting down solo, which meant there was a reason why she needed me to come too. More than likely the dude had a friend, and if she was trying to hook me up, he was somebody that nobody wanted to mess with. I.e. the reason she was trying to pawn him off on me.

  “Bitch, I keep telling you that I don’t like being your damn wing man,” I complained. “I bet your lil’ boo’s homebody got a few teeth missing or some shit.”

  Nisha tittered. “Hoe, you crazy. But nah, he’s cute, but I heard that he’s into big girls, so I thought that yall should meet.”

  “Nish, don’t try to play me.” I cut my eyes at her. “You and Toi got it bad talking about dudes who like big girls, as if only a select few do. What’s attractive is attractive, no matter the size. Why the nigga gotta like a specific type of girl to deal with me?”

  “Oh, God,” she dramatically sighed loudly, as she rolled her eyes. “Mya, stop taking everything so personal. I was just saying that you might got a good chance at pulling something. That’s it. On everything, the nigga is actually cute.” She raised her right hand to the man.