Contents
Prologue
1. Good Girls Like Thugs Too
Kelsi
Trent
Two hours later
Kelsi: The next morning
2. He Ain’t the One
Janell: Two weeks later
Kelsi: One month later
Trent
Two days later
3. Commitment
Trent
The next day
Janell
Kelsi: A month and a half later
4. Dope Boy Magic
Trent: Three weeks later
Kelsi: One week later
Trent: Three weeks later
5. Foolish
Kelsi
Trent
Kelsi: Two months later
Janell: Two days later
6. Sideline Hoes
Trent
Kelsi
One week later
Trent
7. Why you got a knife?
Kelsi: One month later
Four hours later
Copyright © 2021
Published by Kandis
All rights reserved.
Any unauthorized reprint or use of the material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage without express permission by the publisher.
This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Contains explicit language and adult themes not suitable for ages under 18.
“Nine-one-one, where’s your emergency?”
“I’d like to report a murder at 4830 University Boulevard East, Apartment 112.”
“OK, ma’am. Is the perpetrator still there?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Wait… are you saying you committed a murder?”
“Look bitch, stop asking so many questions and just send somebody. I don’t have time to be answering all these damn questions.”
I hung up the phone and went to smoke a blunt while I waited for the cops to show up. I hardly ever smoked, but I was going to need something to calm my nerves.
If anybody had told me my life would go spiraling out of control like it was doing now, I would have laughed. Yet here I was, about to go to jail for murder.
A loud knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew it was the police, so I got up to answer the door.
“Come in, Officers. He’s in the bedroom,” I told them as I pointed to my room.
“Ma’am, what exactly happened here?”
I looked up at him, took a hit of my blunt and said, “What do you think?” then laughed.
They cuffed me, took me down to the station, and put me in a room to ask me some questions.
“Ma’am, who were you to the deceased?”
“Who was I? I’ll tell you who I was. I was his everything! His every fucking thing!”
“Calm down, ma’am. Just start from the beginning.”
Kelsi
Looking back on my life, I had always been what some might call a square. If you asked anybody who Kelsi Tyler was, they would immediately say a nerd. I didn’t care though; I was who I was. Those bitches will be kissing your ass when you rich, I always told myself.
I graduated high school at the top of my class and had scholarships to colleges all over the country. I didn’t drink, smoke, or go to parties like most people I knew. I was a good girl, and I did whatever it took to keep it that way. I had goals, and I stayed on top of them. I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA, got my Bachelor’s in Psychology, and then a Master’s in Criminal Justice.
After graduating college, I applied for a job with the juvenile probation office in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Working with troubled teens had always been a passion of mine. In my opinion, most of them just needed somebody they could talk to and confide in. My parents teased me, saying that I was too soft to work with teens, but I didn’t let that stop me. Besides, being a probation officer was a pit stop. My ultimate goal was to be a crime scene investigator.
My sister Janell talked me into having a party to celebrate all my accomplishments. We had gotten a place together when she decided to attend the University of Alabama. We were from Tuscaloosa, and even though neither one of us were thrilled about moving back home, we had to accept the fact that was where life was leading us.
At first, I said no to the party, but after thinking about it, I decided to do it. Every time I told myself I was going to do something to celebrate my accomplishments, I backed out. It was time to have a little fun. At the age of twenty-eight, I had done good for myself, so why not let loose?
“Who all you invited to the party, Nelli?” I asked my sister.
“Kissy and her boyfriend coming through, a few of our cousins, and Santi coming with one of his cousins.”
Kissy was our older sister on our dad’s side. Even though she only lived forty-five minutes away, we hardly got to see her because we were always so busy. Santi was Janell’s boyfriend. Since he lived in Mississippi, they were always breaking up and getting back together. I guess they were together now.
Since it was a house party, I decided to dress simple. I put on a pair of black leggings with my red and white Jacksonville State University alumni shirt. JSU was where I had gotten my bachelor’s degree. The only reason I didn’t get my master’s from there was because they didn’t have the program I wanted.
I pulled my shoulder-length hair up into a puff. I went natural my junior year of college. Janell thought it was a bad move, but I hated doing my hair. Even though natural hair was hard to maintain at times, being able to do a wash and go was so convenient.
“Kels, come here for a minute!” I heard Janell yell.
Satisfied with my appearance, I walked into the living room to see what she wanted. When I got in there, I saw the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life. He stood about five feet eight, had caramel-colored skin, and was slim built. The muscle shirt he had on showed the tattoos on his arms. Everything about this man spoke to me.
“Kelsi, did you hear what I said?” Janell asked me.
No. I was too busy looking at Mr. Perfect, I thought.
“My bad, sis. I had zoned out. What did you say?”
“This is Santi’s cousin Trent.”
“Hey, Trent. I’m Kelsi,” I said.
“’Sup, Kelsi.” He greeted me.
I could tell from his mannerisms he was thuggish, and that shit made me want him even more. It was something about roughnecks that turned me on. I knew I could never be with one though. My parents would have a heart attack. They wanted me to be with a successful man. Don’t get me wrong; there was nothing wrong with that, but there was something about a roughneck that drew me in. Probably the fact that most of them could fuck you senseless.
Speaking of fucking, it had been damn near a year since I had sex, and looking at Trent had me feenin’ like a crackhead.
Shortly afterward, our cousins came, and the party got started. I got a text from Kissy, saying she wasn’t going to make it. I was upset that she wasn’t coming, but was going to have fun anyway.
Janell brought me a drink and told me not to ask what was in it. Normally, I didn’t drink, but tonight was my night to relax and have fun. Once I realized I couldn’t taste the alcohol, I downed the drink and told her to bring me another one. By my third drink, I was feeling good as fuck.
“Y’all wanna smoke?” Santi asked.
“I will. You gonna hit
the blunt, Kels?” Janell asked me.
“You know I don’t smoke,” I told her.
“You don’t? Damn, I thought you was gon’ smoke with me,” Trent said.
I didn’t know if it was the liquor or what, but hearing him say that made my pussy cream instantly.
“I’ll do it with you,” I told him.
He looked at me like he was wondering if I was talking about more than the blunt. I gave him a look that let him know I was down for whatever. Little did I know, that man was about to fuck up my life.
Trent
When Santi hit me up about going to Bama to a house party, I jumped at the chance. I had just got back to Mississippi from Georgia, and a nigga was stressing. I got jammed up on a drug charge when I was living in Augusta with my cousin.
We got pulled over and had a pound of weed in the car. Because of the amount, we both got charged with possession with the intent to distribute. Since I didn’t have the money to bond out, I had to sit in the county until my court date. They were so backed up, it took damn near a month to go before the judge.
I ended up getting probation, but that shit wasn’t about to ride. I saw that probation officer one time, and then I dipped. Meridian, Mississippi was my hometown and far from Augusta. I figured as long as I didn’t go back to Georgia, the pigs would never find me.
Santi was my cousin on my mom’s side of the family. We had always been close. We even went to, or should I say started, college together. Don’t get it twisted; I was smart as fuck. Me going to college and shit was my mom’s dream. When she died, I turned to a life of crime. I was sure she was turning in her grave right now, but without her being here, there was no reason for me to do right. I always told myself at some point I needed to go legit, but now wasn’t the time.
All I wanted to do was go to this lil’ party and get wasted, but when I saw Kelsi, a bunch of other shit popped in my mind. Baby girl was beautiful. She was a little bit shorter than me and thick as fuck. Had I known Bama women were built like this, I would have visited a long time ago.
While she was drinking and having fun, Santi told me a little about her. She had just gotten her master’s degree and had a job lined up. That made her even more sexy in my eyes. Most of the chicks I dealt with liked to party all the time and didn’t have shit going for themselves. It was nice to be around a woman who had a good head on her shoulders.
I realized I was checking Kelsi out like I wanted her to be my woman or some shit. Though it would have been nice, I didn’t see it happening. Kelsi was a good girl, and I was a street nigga. The two just didn’t mix.
Hearing her say she didn’t smoke weed was another reason I couldn’t date her. Having my woman smoke a blunt with me was a requirement in my world. Wasn’t nothing like coming home from a hard day’s work and having your girl smoke a blunt with you. That shit was a turn on.
Two hours later
This was one of the shortest house parties I had ever been two. When my folks threw a party, that shit lasted until the next morning, but this one only lasted about four hours. Everybody was gone except for Santi and me. He had come to me about an hour or so ago and asked me how I felt about staying the weekend. I needed to decide what my next move was going to be, so that shit was perfect for me.
Santi and Janell made their way to her room while I got comfortable on the sofa. Just as I was about to close my eyes, Kelsi came up to me.
“You don’t have to sleep on the sofa if you don’t want to.”
“Y’all got a extra bedroom?” I asked.
“No.” She laughed.
I wondered what was so funny about what I said. I forgot she had smoked weed for the first time. For her to have had virgin lungs, she took those five blunts like a champ. I was still feeling the shit, so I knew she was.
“So where am I going to sleep?”
“You can sleep with me. I don’t bite. Well, not unless you want me to,” she said seductively.
Her last statement made my dick jump. It had been a while since I fucked, so I definitely needed to release. That weed and alcohol had shorty asking for some shit her green ass wasn’t gon’ be able to handle. Part of me started to turn her down because I didn’t need her to wake up in the morning thinking I took advantage of her. However, there was no way I could resist fucking her, so I decided to sit back and follow her lead.
After making sure I was comfortable in her room, Kelsi went to take a shower. While I waited for her, I decided to roll us another blunt. If this shit was going to happen, I needed her ass to stay high.
About twenty minutes later, shorty came back in the room, looking delicious. When she first walked in the room, she had on a black and pink Victoria’s Secret robe. After closing the door, she took it off and put on a pair of black lace panties with nothing else before coming to sit next to me on the bed. It took everything in me not to grab her ass and bend her the fuck over. I had to take my mind off her.
“Hope you don’t mind if I smoke in here,” I told her.
“Long as you sharing.”
“Let me find out I turned you into a stoner.”
“My mind just feels so free. That might not make sense.”
I told her it made perfect sense to me, and we started smoking. Even though I tried my best not to, I couldn’t help but stare at her. She had some of the biggest titties I had ever seen, and them shits sat up perfectly. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. The last time I looked, she caught me.
“Am I making you uncomfortable? I can put a shirt on.”
“Nah, you good. This yo’ crib. I gotta ask you something though. What size are your tits? Are they real?”
“Yeah, they real. I’m a thirty-eight triple-D.”
I didn’t even know they made bras that big, I thought. Rather than sound stupid, I just shook my head and continued to smoke. There was an awkward silence between us, so Kelsi turned on some music. The first thing that came on was “Feel Like Fuckin’” by Plies.
I was sure she had other songs she could have played, so I took that as a hint. I took one last pull from the blunt, put it out, and then pushed Kelsi down on her back. I was sure she was the type of chick that liked her neck sucked on and shit, but I was too fucked up for all that. What I did do was suck on those beautiful titties that had been calling my name all night.
“Mmm,” Kelsi moaned as I sucked on her nipples.
I took my free hand and caressed her body. She had the softest body I had ever felt. My dick was getting harder by the minute. Nigga, you can suck on her nipples while you stroking that pussy, I told myself.
I stood up to take my boxers off, and Kelsi lifted her hips to take her panties off. I guess I was taking too long, because she took her fingers and started rubbing on her clit. Shorty was turning me on more and more by the minute. I stood there and watched her for a little while before climbing on top of her and sliding my dick in. Well, I tried to slide my dick in. Her pussy was tighter than a motherfucker.
“Shorty, you a virgin?” I immediately asked.
“No. I just haven’t had sex in over a year. Go ahead and put it in. I’m good.”
Honoring her request, I attempted to slide in again. It took me a few tries, but I got in there. Once I did, I was stuck. That pussy was tight and warm as fuck. My dick had never felt no shit like this before.
I guess I was moving too slow for Kelsi because next thing I knew, she pushed me off her and climbed on top of me. After carefully sliding my dick back inside her, she started riding my ass with no mercy.
“Fuck, this dick feels good,” Kelsi moaned.
Her pussy was good. Shit felt so good, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep letting her ride me or if I wanted to take over. I couldn’t help but to moan, and I wasn’t a moaning type of nigga. This chick was fucking the shit out of me, and I was lying here moaning like a little bitch. I had to take control of this situation somehow. Right when I was about to, I felt my dick jump like I was about to cum. There was no way
in hell I was about to have her thinking I was a minute man.
I flipped her over, pulled out, and started sucking on her clit. Eating pussy was something I didn’t normally do, but hell, I had already run up in her raw; might as well suck her soul out her body. Once I was satisfied that I could fuck her brains out without cumming quick, I went back inside her and showed her what a real nigga could make that pussy do.
Kelsi: The next morning
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing, letting me know I had a text message.
Hello Sister: I’m gone to work. When I get back the four of us are gonna hang out. Oh I heard your nasty ass last night. I want details later! Love you.
Me: You heard me? I’m so embarrassed. I hope I didn’t keep you up.
Hello Sister: Nah you didn’t. I was up doing the same thing you was doing.
Me: And you calling me nasty? Lol. Love you too.
Nelli got a job at Waffle House so she could make some money when she was going to school. I gave her the nickname Nelli when she was about five and I was ten. For some reason, it sounded better than saying Janell. I was the only person she let call her that.
We had each other’s number saved as hello sister in our phones. It was one of many corny sister things we did.
I rolled over and looked at Trent. His sexy ass wore me out last night. I almost laughed when he asked if I was a virgin. Shit, to be honest, I felt like one. I didn’t tell him, but last night was my first time getting my pussy ate. For whatever reason, the last dude I was with didn’t do it. Since he didn’t eat me, I didn’t suck his dick. No way I was breaking my neck and he wasn’t.
While He Was Sleeping: Kelsi's Story Page 1
