The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

  Crazily, around this time of day I should’ve been sitting in front of my laptop, completing assignments. However, Jeremy had the cheat sheets to everything in life. For each class he took, he had someone basically completing every assignment for a fee. The only time he had to earn a grade was during testing time. Thankfully, he was as smart as a whip, and could study for a few days and pull off an A. And now, his ass had me doing the same thing. He’d gotten people to handle all our assignments, therefore, we were spending this free time in bed.

  Outside of football, which was demanding on its own, Jeremy gave me his undivided attention. That attention usually somehow always ended with him inside of me, which had also helped me arrive at this conclusion. I fucking absolutely loved going away for school!

  Every waking available second, we were fucking and I could never get enough. Like right then. I was lying on my side, while he was posted up behind me, easing the dick in and out of me at an unhurried pace. It was broad daylight and the city was bustling below us, but the outside world didn’t matter. It was just me and him, enjoying every second.

  It was sticky between my thighs as our juices trickled from my love pot. Jeremy was a pussy monster and had no problems busting back to back. So, my pussy was oversaturated with semen, which aided him in gliding through my gushiness.

  We could literally do this all day, as everything else was placed on hold, including our calls. It didn’t matter who was reaching out, down to our mamas. They all could wait. We were creating erotic magic and could not be disturbed.

  Chapter 13

  Jeremy

  My eyes fluttered open and I released a guttural moan. That damn Jhyrah was relentless. Every day without fail, since she’d been in Cali, she’d wake me up with a proper dick suck. This morning was no different. My brick hard dick was knocking against her tonsils as she seemingly aspired to top her all her previous performances.

  Gently, I stroked her hair out of her face. Pretty wasn’t even the word for her, as I examined her exquisite facial features. Seeing her small mouth stuffed with my dick always did something to me, as I was erupting a few seconds later. My entire body shook, as I emptied everything I had down her throat.

  “Umm,” she moaned, as she pulled away from my limp dick. “That shit is so sweet.”

  “You nasty, man.”

  She smirked. “And you aint?”

  I smiled, as I rolled out of bed. “Maybe.” I stood up, and grabbed some shorts off the dresser, and quickly stepped into them. “I’m ‘bout to go grab some water. You good?”

  She stretched her sexy naked body across the bed. “Yeah, bring me a bottle too.”

  “Bet,” I agreed, as I tipped out of the room, closing the door behind me.

  “’Sup?” Jared yawned, as he stepped out of his room at the same time. He was shirtless, and Jennifer, a blonde white girl, was right behind him, rocking his t-shirt.

  “’Sup,” I replied, as we all traveled towards the front of the apartment.

  “Hi, Jeremy,” Jennifer spoke.

  I offered a simple head nod, while my brother guided her right to the front door.

  “See you later,” Jennifer attempted to kiss him, and he smoothly dodged her.

  “Nah, man. I told you already. Chill out with that shit,” he scolded her, causing her face to turn beet red.

  “Sorry,” she immediately apologized, before hurrying out of the door.

  Without uttering another word, my brother closed the door and locked it.

  I shook my head, as I leaned against the kitchen’s island. “You’s a cold muthafucka.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “What you want me to say? I aint kissing that bitch.”

  I furrowed my brows. “She’s that nasty?”

  “Nigga,” was his only response, which was all I needed to hear. That told me that she was a fucking beast.

  “But why have her in her feelings, if you gonna keep fucking with her? That’s just gonna work against you.”

  He smacked his lips. “I aint worried about her feelings. It’s only but so far we can go, anyway. And you know what mama always says. If she can’t use your comb, then don’t bring her home.”

  I shook my head at his silliness. My mama would tell us that a few years back, but not for the reasons some may think. She was just concerned that with us living out in the burbs that we’d lose touch with our blackness. It was crazy, because on any given day we were still in the hood, because a majority of our family still resided there, yet she thought that we were gonna have some type of identity crisis. Her concerns intensified when we started bringing high yellow girls home. She wanted to know if we were only attracted to light skinned girls and all that shit. She then went out of her way to make sure that we knew that all hues of black women were beautiful. Personally, I didn’t need the talk, because I honestly didn’t have a preference, but I just wasn’t attracted to white girls. I don’t really think Jared was, either. He was just an anybody-killer, wielding equal opportunity dick around. And truth be told…his wife…whenever he was ready to stop playing, was gonna have a whole lot of ghetto in her. That was honestly his weakness. He loved a good hood rat.

  “You stupid, nigga. Your rotation has been something serious this week, huh?” I commented, noting that he’d had a different girl every day of the week.

  He frowned. “Shit, I gotta do something. The rotation still aint hitting on you and your in-house pussy. All damn day that headboard is knocking against the wall. The shit be about to drive me crazy, so after I study, I gotta climb off into something. Damn. What I look like sitting around listening to you fuck all day?”

  “Aye.” I shook my head and bucked my eyes. “Start going out more often or something. Shit, I don’t know.”

  “Yeah, right.” he shook his head, which I knew he would. Contrary to what people assumed, my brother was a low-key cat. Yes, he could party with the best of them, but he was never pressed to do so. Outside of being a pussy hound, the man was a genius, literally. He’d graduated number one in our class and was studying to be a fucking doctor. The weirdest part was that he never really had to put forth much effort. He could read something once and remember it verbatim, but could dig all in a girl’s guts, then forget her name.

  “And has anybody ever told you that you’re too damn happy in the morning?” he asked me, as he stepped into the kitchen.

  I frowned. “Nah, nobody but your hating ass. I can’t help that I wake up on the good foot every day.”

  “Nah.” He shook his head, while lowering his voice. “You need to stop letting that girl suck your dick every morning.”

  I narrowed my eyes, thinking that he was losing his mind. “Why would I do that?”

  He shook his head. “That’s sad, man. She really has her hooks in you. You can’t even see it. She’s sucking your dick to have mind control, bro. I’m telling you.”

  I roared with laughter. “Man, quit the bullshit.”

  He maintained a straight face. “I’m serious as cancer, man. Think about it. What girl you know loves to fuck that often? I know it’s at least four times a day, and that’s just what I count. She’s draining you of everything you have. Shit, if you tried to cheat, you’d have nothing to give. Her lil’ nasty ass is swallowing it all. And then when she’s done with you, she unscrews your dick and tuck it away in one of her high-priced bags that you bought. Have you jumping through all types of hoops and hurdles. ‘Oh, Jhyrah is gonna be hungry. I gotta feed her. She wants that new bag. Let me buy her that shit before I buy myself anything’. That shit doesn’t sound familiar?”

  I chuckled, as he tried to clown me in usual Jared fashion. I didn’t even have to explain how his theory was bullshit. He knew it. Whatever I did for Jhyrah was hardly breaking the bank, and she could unquestionably buy her own bags if she wanted to. “Man, quit hating. I aint hear you saying nothing when you realized that she booked that trip to Miami next month and handled all the expenses, including yours.”

  He licked his
lips. “Yeah, sis stays looking out, but still. Do yall ever take a day off? I mean, damn. She doesn’t bleed every month? Shit, are you fucking her then, too?”

  I shrugged. “That shot has her shit irregular, so she doesn’t have the typical cycle. But when it does come down…it aint nothing a bath and towel on the bed can’t handle.”

  He faked gagged. “Hell, nah. You muthafuckas are nastier than I thought. The fuck? Is Jhyrah some type of nympho?” he questioned in a hushed tone.

  “What are yall in here whispering about?” Jhyrah quizzed, catching us off guard. Wearing a silk robe, she sauntered over to me. “Huh, bae?” she pressed her body against mine.

  Peering down at her, I groped her ass with both hands. Squeezing her hand between us, she grabbed my dick through my shorts, causing me to rock up instantly.

  “Man,” Jared groaned. “This the shit I be talking about. You muthafuckas don’t care about making me uncomfortable or nothing. Fondling each other and shit. Ion wanna see that.”

  Jhyrah kissed my throat, before snapping her neck around. “If you don’t like it, close your eyes.” She tauntingly stuck her tongue out.

  Jared shook his head. “I hope you muthafuckas go in that room, trying to fuck. And end up stuck like that. I swear that would be the highlight of my day.”

  Jhyrah

  “All my life I hustle just to get that moolah. And stack my change up and see the jeweler. Stand in the kitchen to whup up the, whup up the work—" Young Greatness blasted from the speakers.

  “Got the trap house bumping, aye,” I rapped along with the song.

  I was hyped, as we were posted up in the backyard of a Beverly Hills mansion. The view alone was sick, as we sat on a hill. I’d visited L.A. too many times to count but had never experienced this level of turn-up. Yes, my daddy was well-known, and his reach extended all the way to Cali, but he’d never allowed me to spread my wings. While Little Jahrein could hit up clubs and party with the celebrities our family associated with, I was always kept away from that scene. Therefore, I wasn’t going to encounter a celebrity, unless they stepped through my living room, which a few actually had. So, this was different for me.

  Jeremy’s parents weren’t too much different from mine and knew people all over as well. Therefore, he’d come into to town with a little notoriety and his football career catapulted him to damn near celebrity status. So, he was always up on the super exclusive shindigs like this one. This meant that he was still his nonchalant self, while I relished in this newfound freedom and party scene.

  Admittedly, I loved my baby’s cool demeanor. He was never extra with it, as his confidence always silently shined through. That night we were both rocking the Fendi he’d bought us, his being a white and brown letterman style jacket, a simple white tee underneath, white distressed jeans, a brown Fendi belt, and sneakers. Looking like a bag of money, he had an icy piece and chain dangling around his neck. Then his Rolex was flooded with diamonds, giving the flashiest rapper a run for their money. Merely gazing at him was a walking orgasm, as I noticed the lights bouncing off his spinning waves. It could simply get no better.

  My Fendi ensemble was flirty and fun. My logo printed, off the shoulders, long sleeved, mid-drift sweater revealed most of my stomach. My white distressed jeans were super tight on my ass, which came across as provocative. A girl with a normal ass would just come across as cute, but not me. I didn’t simply have a little butt on me. No, this ass was smacking everybody in their faces…at least according to Jeremy, who’d fucked me the minute he’d seen me in them, which caused me to take them off, and shower, before redressing. Nevertheless, the pencil thin Fendi stilettos had me feeling sexy, as Fendi sunglasses shielded my eyes.

  Clutching a cup filled with D’usse, I was vibing, as I rolled my hips with Gloria by my side. She was a girl on the scene and was always hyping me up. She’d tagged along with me, Jeremy, and Jared, leaving her boyfriend Mel behind.

  Rocking to the music, she took her drink to the head, guzzling it down. I could tell that she’d surpassed tipsy a while ago, but it was cool. She was with us and could get as fucked up as she wanted to.

  “I aint like them other niggas. You see that I’m different. I creep on the late night. I stay on a mission. Got all type of different bitches—” The deejay switched up to some Chris Brown.

  “Yessss,” Gloria praised, as she bent it over, capturing a few guy’s attention.

  I laughed, when she allowed a rapper from Compton to post up behind her. Vito Blue was supposed to be the next big thing in California, and several girls back at school fanaticized about him. However, Gloria was with a well-known football player, who was positively NFL bound and shouldn’t have been swayed by this dude’s celebrity status. Nonetheless, the shit was still funny.

  Me being me, I continued to dance, while Gloria flirted her ass off. Hell, I wasn’t mad at her. If that was what floated her boat, then I was all for it.

  Jeremy

  “Say, check out Mel’s gal,” Jared spoke up. “She’s wild, huh? Aint showing that nigga no kind of respect.”

  I nodded, as I sipped from my cup. “Yeah, she’s definitely looking thirsty. I told that nigga not to gal her ass. He wouldn’t listen.”

  Jared cut his eyes at me.

  “What?” I looked at him confusingly.

  “I’m tripping out on the fact that you don’t find this shit alarming.”

  “What you mean? The fuck does she have to do with me?”

  “She’s hanging with your gal, nigga. Personally, I couldn’t have my girl running with a bitch like her. After a while I’d get to questioning what the hell is my broad doing, while her girl constantly engages in hoe shit.”

  I shook my head. “Jhyrah aint like that.”

  He shrugged. “I didn’t say that she was, but I wouldn’t send her off to an after party with ole Gloria and those rapping niggas, either.”

  Licking my lips, I studied Jhyrah. She was seemingly in her own world, while Gloria danced all over that nigga Vito Blue. Then right before I could tell my twin that he was tripping, Vito Blue slickly grabbed Jhyrah’s hand, while Gloria was oblivious. Like a good girl, she snatched her hand back, and I smiled.

  Jared shook his head. “You’re impressed by that shit?”

  I glanced his way. “What you trying to say?”

  “I’m saying, Jhyrah would have to be the boldest broad around to let that happen, when she knows that you’re standing a few feet away. You have a clear view of her, so naturally she’s gonna pull back. And now you’re cool, but for me…my gal would have to bring her ass this way. Swiftly. Her still being in that nigga’s presence is nonnegotiable. But I guess that’s the difference between me and you.

  ***

  It was no secret that Jhyrah’s touch alone was enough to have my dick throbbing with anticipation. Therefore, it was no surprise that my dick had bricked up, as she drunkenly stroked me. I knew that she was ready for me to break her back in, however, my mind was distracted, right then.

  “Wait.” I grabbed her wrist, as she was jacking me off. “Hold up, right quick.”

  “Why?” she pouted. “I’m trying to fuck.”

  “Alright,” I moved her hand. “We will.”

  “So, why are you pushing me off you?”

  I tucked my lips into my mouth. “Gloria was on one tonight, huh?”

  She sucked her teeth. “Gloria? How the fuck is she the topic of discussion while I’m playing with your dick? Shit, let me know.”

  “Girl, chill out. It definitely aint like that.”

  “Then tell me how it is, then.”

  “I’m saying,” I licked my lips. “Your girl was showing her naked ass. All in different niggas’ faces. It wasn’t a good look.”

  She pursed her lips. “And Mel don’t be on the fuck shit?”

  “Not that I know of, and that’s besides the point. You think that her behavior was cool?”

  “I don’t think anything. What she does is her business. Just li
ke I’m sure you’d be cool with Mel doing his thing. But since she’s a girl, you wanna call her a hoe. I don’t subscribe to that bullshit. What’s good for the goose and good for the gander.”

  “Jhyrah, you don’t know those people business. That man could be faithful.”

  “Yeah, but I doubt that. Mel has a reputation and that didn’t change overnight. I’m sure he’s climbing up in some pussy other than Gloria’s and that aint our business, either.”

  “And that shit is cool with you?”

  “Hell, no, but we’re not them. I’m not concerned about any other guy and I would hope that you’re not sweating these hoes.”

  “Come on now, you know what’s up,” I grumbled. “But still, man. I don’t know how I feel about you running with somebody like Gloria. She’s chasing dick and you’ll be guilty by association. This is Hollywood. And I definitely don’t want niggas thinking that you’re fair game. Shit, Ion even want them thinking that you’re approachable. That’ll just cause problems between me and you. Then that’s when I’ma flash out on your ass. And I know that you don’t want that to happen.”

  She giggled. “Flash out? Boy, you’re crazy.”

  I curled my lips. “Aint nobody fucking laughing.”

  “Well, I am,” she sassed. “Cause you’re tripping. We are not about to make Gloria and Mel’s problems our own. We’re good and will remain that way. I just need you to recognize that I’m not that girl. I don’t follow anybody. Gloria can’t influence me to do a damn thing. I don’t care who she knows or tries to introduce to me. In my eyes, there’s no bigger nigga than Jeremy Wiltz Junior. On God. You’re the biggest thing ever, and nobody’s fucking with you. So, I can’t relate to Gloria. She’s cool, though. So, we kick it. However, in the process of that, I know to always respect you.”

  I couldn’t control the grin that was etched across my face. “You’re always laying it on thick, girl.”

  “Well, if that’s what you wanna call the truth, then, fine.”