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t was June 19, 2000, a couple days after graduation. West Catholic High obtained my study rights for the last four years and I was glad to be out. Summer was just blooming and I was anxious to get it over with so I could head off to college and meet my dream lover, future husband, or at least somebody to get my mind off the no good men out in the streets of Philadelphia.
For the last five years, I played major niggas wit major paper. My 5’5 frame, thick thighs, apple round bottom and flawless brown skin tone made it easy. All I had to do was lick my soft butter lips and gaze at them with my hazel brown eyes and they were drooling over my body like teething infants. The age didn’t matter. I had young guys and old heads spending mad money on this beautiful creature. If they were under eighteen, I played my normal age. If they were a little older, then I too was a little older. My maturity hid it all. But, they say what goes around comes around, and that couldn’t be truer.
I was going on nineteen at the present time. Three years back, the unexpected happened. I was the one to fall victim. His name was Slim. He taught me and did things to me that no one had ever done. That’s why I loved him. The bad part is, the love was only one sided. He was tall, bald and sexy. He knew how to work every position to perfection. Not only physically, but also mentally. He had my head messed up and took full advantage. After a while, I started to get approached by different females, harassed on my cell phone, and caught him in action on several different occasions. That still didn’t make me leave. I cried and prayed asking for a way out. Soon after, he was gone. Locked up doing a two-year bid. That’s when I cleared my head focusing on nothing but school.
Knowing the last couple of months in Philly was gonna be long ones, I prepared myself best I could for the adventure.
I was in the middle of a good dream lying in the arms of Morris Chestnut when the phone rang. “Yes,” I answered, with a groggy voice.
It was my cousin Kizzy, who knew just how to mess up a wet dream. “Skyy, get up!”
“What the hell do you want? It’s only eight in the morning, girl.”
“Get up,” she whined. “We gotta get on our jobs early!”
“I’m gonna move on your ass soon as I see you. Bye!”
“No wait!” she shouted, stopping me from ending the call. “I’m about to pick up Armani and Mashae so be ready.”
“For what?”
“So we can get ready to hit the mall. You know tonight is big for all of us.”
“The mall doesn’t open ‘til ten. What you so in a rush for?”
“You of all people need a head start,” Kizzy spat.
“Look, call me back in thirty minutes. I’m tired.”
“Why? Who you trick last night?” she joked.
“Your man. So bye,” I sarcastically responded.
“Alright whore, but we’ll be over there soon.”
That’s how we talked to each other. Really didn’t mean anything by it, but true friends already know not to get offended. I tried to close my eyes and catch some more zzzs, but of course the phone rang again.
“What is it now?” I answered, snobbishly.
“Well, that’s no way to talk to somebody you suppose to be interested in.”
My mouth fell open so wide you could have stuck an apple in it. It was Key, the star forward for
“Hello, are you still with me?” he asked, wondering if I had hung up.
“Yeah, I’m here,” I stated, trying to get my thoughts together.
“You sound surprised to hear my voice. What? You thought I was lying when I said I’d call you?”
“Well, when you said you would, I didn’t think it would be at eight-thirty in the morning.”
“I was wondering if I could take you out for breakfast.”
I wanted to jump up and down, but you know I had to keep my cool. One thing I had learned if I didn’t learn anything else is not to jump at a nigga with money. They’re the ones looking for a challenge, so I concealed my excitement. “That would have been nice if I didn’t have something else to do.”
“Oh, I see. You’re trying to play that role, huh?”
I guess guys just knew when females were pulling their chains, or shall I just say frontin’. “And what role is that?”
“The don’t think I’m on you role,” he humbly replied.
“Whatever! I said I have business to tend to,” I hissed.
“Yeah, you right. It’s your call not mines,” he smirked. “I guess I holla at you another time.”
Come pick me up right now and I’ll give you whatever you want, is what I wanted to say, but instead replied, “I guess so.”
“Nice talking to you anyway.”
“Dido,” I said, before hanging up to make sure I got the last word.
I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t use to rejection, and wasn’t too sure if I would ever hear from him again.
This party better be the hell worth it, I thought while imagining that sexy, chocolate forward I had just brushed off. What’s the matter with you Skyy? That could be the one.
I had that problem a lot. Always settling down thinking I found the right one and they turned out to be knuckleheads. He probably had some slick shit up his sleeve anyway. As I went to get up the phone rang again.
“Are you up yet? Kizzy just got here. We’re on our way,” asked Armani, my other pain in the neck cousin.
“I’ll be ready if you let me get up,”
“You got ten minutes,” she warned.
Just like normal black folks, late as usual, I heard the horn honking outside about twenty minutes later.
“Skkkyyy!” my mom yelled from downstairs. “They’re outside honking for you.”
“Tell ‘em to come up.” I was trying my best to hurry up so I wouldn’t have to hear their mouths.
“Damn! Why you not dressed yet?” came from the smart ass in the group, Mashae. Her mouth got us into a lot of drama (fist fights) in the past, but she’s been my best friend since middle school, so I learned to deal with it.
“Cause that sexy nigga from last night had me tied up,” I said, with a smile.
“Oh! He called you?” she asked, just as excited as I was.
“Yeah, and wanted to take me out to breakfast, but ya’ll whores always messing shit up for me.” I rolled my eyes as I continued to dress.
“Well, if it’s meant it will be.”
“I guess if it was meant for you to shut up sometimes you would?”
Kizzy joined the conversation. “Shut up and get dressed,” she said, pushing me on the bed.
When we arrived at the
“Let’s go to Sax, I heard they’re having a sale,” Armani suggested, ready to spend. “I need a new D&B bag anyway.”
We all found dresses at reasonable prices in a reasonable amount of time. That was a first, but now it was time to find footwear. While walking through the mall, I heard a couple females snickering behind me. I wasn’t too sure if they wanted me to hear them, but I didn’t even bother to ask.
“Aint that the bitch Key was talking to last night?” one asked the other.
“Hold the fuck…” Armani said, turning around.
I cut her short to handle it myself, turned around and said, “Yeah, and I’m the bitch that’s gonna be fuck’n him tonight.”
They were stunned. I don’t know if it was because I heard them or because I had the nerve to answer the question. What I do know is they aint have nothing else to say, so we kept it moving. We weren’t about to be fighting so their corny asses could fuck up our hair anyway.
We got out the mall at approximately two-thirty and went straight to South Philly Nails to do the manicure and pedicure thing. A girl’s day out is what it turned in to be.
When I finally got home, I tried to get some rest before the party. It was Q, one of Armani’s brothers, album release party being hosted by Golden Girl from Power 99 FM. He’s been in the industry for years, so anybody who was somebody was going to be there. I knew there would be drama for sure. That was the thing in the hood. It seemed like large crowds just called out for violence. If people would act as if they had some real sense, maybe we would be more liable to enjoy ourselves for once. The phone rang bringing me from my nod.
“Are you getting ready girl?” It was Kizzy knowing damn well I wasn’t dressed.
“What time is it?” I yawned into the phone.
“Ten o’clock. Don’t start that yawning shit in my ear. Get up!”
“Damn, I didn’t know I was sleep that long. I’m getting up now.”
“We’ll be over there in about an hour.” She sounded very anxious. I don’t know why because with her psycho baby father there, it wasn’t like she could do anything.
I rolled out the bed and went to hop in the shower. While ironing my clothes, my mom came into the room with a concerned look.
“Skyy, I need you to do something for me.”
“What’s up, Mom?”
“I need you to talk to Samir,” she paused. “Something has been bothering him lately and he won’t talk to me. He opens up to you more.”
“I’ll talk to him, Mom. I’m sure everything is okay.”
Samir is my 17-year-old brother. The majority of his issues have to do with females. I told him once before, he falls too easily. Being as though this would be his last year in high school, I told him to breathe easy. When he gets to college he’ll have a lot of time to fall in love.
“Have fun tonight baby and be careful,” she said, giving me a kiss.
“Okay, Mom. I love you.”
By the time we arrived at the club, it was so much traffic the lines swung around the corner. I was glad we didn’t have to stand in them. Of course we were on the guest list for the VIP section. The crowd inside and out was thick like Memorial Day weekend in
As we entered, all I could think about was what the highlight of the night would be. It was jam packed shoulder to shoulder. The dance floor was off the chain. I’m use to seeing everybody standing around thinking they’re too cute to dance, but not tonight. While making our way through the crowd, my focus was temporarily snatched by GG up on stage doing her thang. She was dressed to impress rocking pink from head to toe and making her trademark name, The Black Barbie, a proven fact. Still squeezing through available openings in the crowd, I couldn’t help but stare in silence at the familiar face in front of me.
I finally snapped out my trance. “How you been, Slim?” I asked, with a devilish grin.
He looked me up and down. “Chillin’ babe. What’s been up wit you?”
“Hanging in there. Gettin’ ready to go away to school.”
I wanted him to know that after all he’d put me through, I didn’t give up and I didn’t let him destroy my self-esteem like he had set out to do. “You need me cause aint nobody else gon want you all used up” is what he use to say.
“That’s wassup. Stay focused.”
I could tell in his voice he was angry, so I had to rub it in some more. “Oh I am. Trust me,” I emphasized every word in slow motion. The look he gave me was crazy. He was hatin' and I loved it, every bit.
“Maybe we can go out one day. You know, to catch up on old times.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, coming closer to whisper in his ear. “Remember, I’m focused now.”
“You tryna play me like a nut?”
“No, I’m keeping it real. You know that’s what I do,” I grinned, attempting to walk away. “I’ll see you around.”
“Just to let you know, you wearing the shit out that dress,” he yelled, with his words being drowned out by the music.
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment even though I know you’re tryna win points.”
“You know I aint never gonna change.”
“That’s why I’m a keep it moving. I holla.” I winked and walked away.
When I reached the VIP section, the girls had already found us a few seats. The first face I noticed sitting across in another section of VIP made my heart skip a beat. It was Key, looking sexier than
“Aint that ya boy over there?” asked Mashae, noticing as well.
“Yup, that’s him. Stop looking so hard,” I said, smacking her. “Turn around.”
“You might as well stop tripping cause he’s about to come over here.”
My heart was pounding and my stomach had butterflies.
“Oh! He’s going down the steps. You can breathe now.”
“Skyy, I haven’t seen you like this over somebody in a while. What’s the deal?” Kizzy asked, examining my expression.
I never took my eyes off Key as he made his way through the crowd. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing since you wanna play dumb.”
“Whatever Kizzy!”
“That seems to be your favorite line when something true flies your way,” she commented, referring to the word whatever.
I did use that a lot when hiding from the truth. All of them burst into laughter. I guess I made it real noticeable how this guy had me feeling. The last person I felt this way about was Slim, and he damn near killed my ass, so maybe it was time to slow my role.
I laughed with them. “Oh, it’s funny, huh?”
“Yeah, cause it’s the truth,” said Mashae, still laughing.
“You just know everything. Why am I acting like this?”
“Because you need some dick.” She spelled it out for me. “D.I.C.K.”
Everybody high-fived. It’s been about a good year since I had some. After I left Slim alone and he went to prison, I never really gave anyone else the time of day. Maybe she was right. A little sex always seemed to make my mood more pleasurable, and I was a bit tired of my finger. I started to thrive just thinking about it.
“That was a cute suggestion,” I giggled.
Armani headed toward the steps. “Time to get drunk. I’m going to the bar.”
I hopped up to follow. “Wait! I’m going with you.”
“Bring us back something.”
“If somebody buys my drink I’m not bringing back shit,” I assured them.
When I hit the bottom of the stairwell, I felt a hand touch mine. It was Key and I was stuck for words. “What’s up pretty lady? You’re fitting that dress,” he remarked.
All I could do was smile. The boy had me acting stuck on stupid. Now I was sure no one ever had me tripping like this before. This was serious.
He continued. “Where you going?”
“To get a drink.”
“Let me walk you.” He grabbed my hand. “Can’t let nobody snatch you up.”
“I got this big daddy. I’m a big girl. Can’t you tell?” I smiled and walked away giving him the look of life. I could feel his eyes rolling up and down every inch of my body.
Armani passed me an apple martini when I reached the bar. “I needed this,” I said, taking a gulp.
“I saw you talking to Key. What did he say?”
“Let’s just say I got to play my part with this cat and get my act together.”
“You right. Don’t be giving in all easy. You know he’s a beast about to be making it big.”
We both took a drink on that one and headed out to the dance floor. Q got on the mic and thanked everyone for coming out and dedicated the night to his homie who was gunned down a week ago. There was a moment of silence, then the DJ played my song and it was curtains.
Everybody heard it was Back That Ass Up by Juvenile and went crazy. Kizzy and Mashae came down on the floor to join us. I felt someone come behind me to dance, but didn’t turn around. From the look on Armani’s face, I knew it had to be somebody I wanted there so I kept doing my thing. When I realized it was Key, my panties got wet. He was giving me one of those seductive looks like I was supposed to read his mine. If he was thinking what I was thinking, we both were ready to break fast and get a room. As bad as I wanted to, I ignored the temptation.
POWPOWPOWPOW…Gunshots rang out and everyone started ducking. People were tumbling over chairs desperate for an escape.
“I knew this shit was gon happen.” I grabbed Kizzy and Armani. “Where is Mashae?”
“There she is. Grab her.” Kizzy said, spotting her.
We spotted Q by the DJ booth and ran over to where he stood. He ordered us to stay put and don’t move from that spot until he got back.
“Why can’t niggas act right? Messed my whole night up!” whined Mashae.
“Just be quiet Mashae. I just hope aint nobody dead.”
Just then we heard somebody yell, “Oh shit! Chuck got hit!” Instantly, we all stood up and headed to the front door. Chuck is Q’s right hand man.
The pitch of Armani’s high voice kept screeching, “Where is my brother?” All I could do was try to keep her calm, but it wasn’t working. “No! Where the fuck is my brother?” she repeated.
When we made our way to out the front entrance and down the small flight of cemented stairs, Q was kneeling over Chuck who was stretched out on the pavement beside his car. “Somebody call an ambulance” voices screamed out, and then more shots filled the air. People were trampling over the railing just above where we stood. Others were diving to the ground for safety. A full blown stampede was going on.
What the hell is going on? I thought, watching everyone scatter.
By the time Armani crawled to Q, he was stretched out over Chuck. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”
It took the cops about ten minutes to get there and the ambulance an extra five. They tried to get reports from whomever they could.
We left the scene to head to the hospital. When we called our parents to let them know what happened, everyone came down to the Emergency Room. My Aunt Tee, Armani and Q’s mother, flipped out soon as she came through the automatic glass doors. “Where is my boy?” she repeated over and over.
Armani held her mom trying to keep her calm. “Mommy, it’s okay. He’s gon be okay. He’s gotta be okay.”
It was nothing but chaos in the waiting room. All we could do was cry and pray until the doctor came out to tell us the status. When that time came, it was about six-forty in the morning. As the doctor approached us, he said both surgeries went well and that both Chuck and Q were in stable condition. Our mourns turned into tears of joy. We all were happy to hear the good news. Some family decided to stick around, but us girls headed to Armani’s house to get some rest. Around noon, Armani headed back up to the hospital, while the rest of us went home.
I noticed the red light on my answering machine blinking when I reached my bedroom door. The phone was also ringing, so I went for that instead.
“Hey, are you alright?” asked Key, worried.
“Yeah, I’m cool. Thanks for calling, but I’m about to lay down for a minute.”
“I can dig it. Just wanted to check on you. Call me when you get a chance. I’ll be chilling down at the Plat.”
The Plateau is the hang out spot on Sundays in
“Will do,” I said hanging up with a smile.
I passed out before remembering to click the button for the messages.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, I was hanging out with my right hand man,
“Was that your Shorty?” asked
I giggled imagining how Skyy was backing that ass up on me last night. “Yeah, that was her.”
“She was looking real lovely last night. I bet she taste good too.”
“I’ll find out soon enough if she stops teasing me,” I replied, hoping she would give in sooner than later.
“You know these females got to play hard to get.”
“I know!” I smirked at the females walking back and forth trying to get my attention. “She doesn’t think I know the rules of the game.”
“You about to be getting a couple dollars, so she has to front like she aint interested.”
“I’ll get her. That’s my goal.”
“When you do, smack that ass for me.”
“You stupid. Let me hit that L, dawg.” I took a couple puffs wondering how long it would be before Skyy gave in.
“Damn! Look at shorty right there with that fat ass,” exclaimed
“Don’t call them groupies over here.”
“Man, look at the ass on that chick.”
All I could do was laugh. When they came over, I didn’t acknowledge either of the two females.
“What’s up, Ma?”
“Nothing
“No, but that’s how I greeted you.”
Both girls introduced themselves as Jae, who was more of a thin caramel complexion, averaging at about 5’7, with a short haircut. The other was NeNe. She was short and firm, like a Jada Pinkett/Nia Long type female. She too had a short haircut, and was taking much interest into me.
She looked over and said, “Hi friend.”
I responded in an arrogant tone, “Wassup?”
“Damn, somebody pissed you off or is your tongue too tight?” she joked, not too enthused by his response.
I had to scope her from top to bottom cause she was fine as hell. “I’m cool, Ms. NeNe. Where ya’ll headed? Maybe we can go.”
“Maybe not,” NeNe said, never loosing that smile.
“Sounds like a plan,” Jae advised. “We’ll meet ya’ll down on 52nd so we can park the car and hop on the bikes.”
"That’s a bet. Come on Key, let’s be out,”
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hen we got to the Taj Mahal in
“Do you like to gamble, Skyy?”
“No, not really. I love money too much to lose any.”
“I wish I thought like that.” He pinched my butt. “But that’s not what tonight is for. This is your night.”
I blushed feeling like a kid in a candy store being with him. This feeling has never came upon me before. “So what you got planned?” I asked curiously.
“You’ll see in a minute.” He grabbed my hand guiding me inside.
“Hey! Mr. Tyson, I see you made it. Everything is set up just as you asked,” a well dressed young man behind the counter advised.
I could tell he was a manager or supervisor judging by his attire. Thoughts really started to roll through my head then. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned.
“Thanks Mike, I’m sure my girl right here will love it,” Key responded, smiling down at me.
I got that tingle again. I knew my panties were soaked.
“I guarantee she will have a wonderful time.” He passed over a key and escorted us to the elevators.
“Your girl?” I asked, mocking him.
“You will be one day.”
Hopefully, I thought. “I see you’re real friendly with management. Come here often?”
“It’s not like that. My team use to come here a lot. When I got drafted to the Heat, they gave me a little gathering here, so everybody knows who I am.”
“That’s what they all say.” I pinched his butt in return. “Anyway, what floor we on?”
“The top one,” he said arrogantly, like I was supposed to jump in his arms or something, but I played it cool.
“What? You got the Penthouse to impress me?”
“No, I got it cause that’s what I’m used to being in.”
“Oh yeah,” I replied.
This nigga think he’s the shit for real. I should tell his ass to take me home right now, I considered. But whom was I kidding? It was too late to front on him now.
When we reached the top floor, the elevators opened. There were candles, rose pedals, and balloons everywhere leading into the suite. “What the hell?” I muttered, not aware I was speaking out loud.
“You like it?” he asked, revealing every pearly white tooth in his mouth.
“It’s beautiful. What’s all this for?”
“Come on inside. I’m starving,” he directed, rubbing his tummy.
As I entered the room, it was lit with all types of scented candles, rose pedals leading to the bed with roses all over it, soft music playing by Luther and a candle light dinner for two. This didn’t seem like his type. But looks are deceiving, so therefore I better enjoy it while I can. I definitely knew I was giving in now cause he was playing my shit.
“Why you got this baby making music on?”
“What, Luther?” He turned it up a notch. “Who Luther, that’s my ma,” he smiled. “Go get comfortable so we can sit and eat.”
I went in the bathroom to wash off a little. I wanted to call my girls so bad but my phone was out there in my pocketbook. Why is this happening to me Lord, please let him be a good one. I was getting a tad bit excited. I told myself I’d take it for what it’s worth, and I was sitting up there talking about him being the One.
“Your food is getting cold,” he yelled out from the room.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” I finished refreshing with my smell goods. “Dammit! I didn’t bring the right sleepwear for tonight.” I fiddled through my bag. “If I knew it was going to be like this, I would have brought my Vicky Secret lingerie.” All I grabbed was a boy-cut short pajama set. “Well this will have to do. He’s not going to do nothing but look at my ass anyway.”
When I came out he was sitting on the bed looking at me. He gestured for me to come closer. “Damn, you look good. Come here, so I can get a hug.”
As he stood up to hug me, he gently started to kiss on my neck and around to my lips. That’s when I felt it. Mashae had heard right. It was a big one compared to any I had in the past.
What I don got myself into? I had to think of a way to stop him and get my nerves together.
“Come on Key, let’s go eat.” I pulled him over to the table. “So what do we have here?” I lift the lid and was surprised. “How’d you know I love lasagna?”
“Cause I love it too,” he smiled while stuffing his face at the same time.
We sat eating and passing jokes back and forth. I wasn’t fully focused on jokes. My mind was trying to figure out a way to take that big lump in his pants. Maybe if I just think of how bad I want him to be all mines, I’ll be able to take it. It was definitely time to get drunk.
“Can I have some more wine?”
“You tryna get drunk on me?”
I allowed another lie roll off my tongue. “I don’t get drunk.”
“Here, drink it all up then.” He passed me the whole bottle.
I had about five or six more glasses by the time we were done eating. I grinned from ear to ear feeling the numbness of my bottom lip as the liquor kicked in. That’s how I usually could tell when I was about to act a fool.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Cause I can’t wait to taste you.”
My heart skipped two beats. I could not believe he just said that. “Taste me?” I repeated nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I know you taste good,” he assumed, making his lips look wet and juicy. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”
I knew I was drunk when that statement hit the air. I was hardly ready for the pain that I would soon endure. My mouth done got me in trouble once again.
He got up and walked over to me, stood me up and started to kiss all over me. It felt so good I had no choice but to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He then walked over to the bed embracing my body like it was a feather in his pocket. He placed me down sucking my breasts, and licking from my belly down my thighs, and to my toes. It was driving me insane.
I sobbed out in a low tone, “Why you keep teasing me? Please stop teasing me.”
“You want me to eat it don’t you? Tell me how bad you want it,” he enticed, seducing my every move.
“I want it, please. I want it! Please don’t tease me.” He licked every inch of my pussy like he was making love to it. “Oh, I’m ‘bout to cum.” I was trembling all over.
He muttered while still eating, “Come in my mouth.”
And there it was. I came in about 5.4 seconds. That shit never happened to me before in my life. He stayed down there for more than an hour giving me feelings I never knew I had. My orgasm count was up to 6 before I quit keeping up.
He slowly climbed on top of me and whispered in my ear, “You ready for me?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” I replied thinking twice. In the back of my mind I was scared to death.
He continued to kiss all over my stomach and my breast inching his way around my neck. We started to kiss passionately as he gently stuck it in. I slid back a little like a punk.
“Don’t run, baby. I won’t hurt you,” he said, trying to make me feel secure.
I got in the groove of it while making all these funny sounds to cope with the pain. I had to find a way to get use to it, and when I did it was on.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. Take this big dick.”
And, that I did. As he moaned sliding in and out of my juices, I was in my own world. “Fuck me! Fuck me! It feels so damn good,” I moaned with him.
“You love this dick. Don’t you?” He pounded harder and harder until I answered.
“Yes, I love this dick,” I admitted, taking every bit of it.
“Whose pussy is this? Whose is it?” He was so cocky it turned me on more. If I wasn’t doing a good job, he was surely a good actor.
“It’s yours, Daddy. It’s all yours.”
“Turn around so I can get this ass from the back,” he said flipping me all in one motion. He fucked me so hard from behind I had to throw it back. “Yeah, that’s how you do it. Throw that ass back!”
“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” is all you heard from me.
It was hurting so bad, but at the same time, it felt so good. So this is what good sex felt like. I thought I felt it before, but boy, oh boy, was I wrong.
“Let me ride this dick, Daddy. It’s my turn to work.” I got on top and started doing my thing. That nigga was squirming like a bitch. Yeah, I said it cause I deserve my props.
“Damn girl, this shit feel so good!” he moaned. “That’s right! Tame this dick. Put a claim on it.” I watched his toes curl and the crazy expressions on his face. “Damn girl, where you been at? I aint never been fucked like this before.”
“You got me now. I’m yours Key. I’m all yours.” I felt myself about to climax again.
“I’m yours too, baby.” He guided my hips up and down making sure every inch of him was inside of me. I knew my insides were punctured for sure.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m ‘bout to cum again.” My whole body quivered uncontrolably.
I knew this nigga was special. I don’t even care if I don’t see him again. At least I got to feel what good dick feels like. I’m lying. I’ll kill him if he tries to play me.
“Cum all over this dick, Skyy. Come on,” he grunted.
I continued to move in motion.
“That’s it baby. Keep it like that,” he moved my hips faster and faster. “All shit girl, damn! I’m ‘bout to cum,” His voice cracked like he had a lump in his throat. I felt him growing inside of me as my head hit his sweaty chest.
I comfortably embraced his abs of steel as I remarked, “Now that was some good sex.”
He was still trying to catch his breath. “Damn Skyy, you too young to be fucking like that.”
“I told you I was a big girl. Didn’t I?”
He cuddled behind me the rest of the night holding me in his arms. My thoughts were no longer could I handle the dick because I proved I could. But what the hell was I thinking not telling him to put a condom on?
*****
We got up, showered, dressed and checked out by noon. While crossing the Walt Whitman, I told Key to take me straight home instead of pass my Aunt Tee’s house where my car was parked. As soon as we turned into the block, I noticed a lot of people and police cars surrounding the area where my house was located. Before thinking twice, I leaped out of the moving vehicle.
“Skyy, hold up a minute let me stop.” Key yelled.
I continued almost falling to my knees. I spotted my parents speaking with two detectives and ran towards them.
My aunt, Shena, grabbed me in her arms. “Wait Skyy, calm down,” she said.
I wiggled loose. “No, what’s going on? Let me go!” I struggled with her. “MOM,” I screamed, “Let me go. What’s going on?”
My mom ran up to me full of tears. I grabbed her and broke down crying cause I felt something terrible was wrong. “Mom, tell me what’s going on. Tell me what everybody is doing here.”
“Come in the house.”
“NO! Tell me what’s going on.” I cried out.
“Skyy, come in the house and calm down.”
“Why won’t nobody tell me what’s going on? TELL ME!”
“Baby, something happened to Samir last night.”
I broke past my mom screaming, “Where is he?”
My dad grabbed me into his arms and hugged me. “Skyy, hold up.”
I lost all the feeling in my body and my knees hit the ground. My father then pulled me up into the house. “Dad, tell me where he is.”
“Skyy,” he paused. “They found him last night down the street outside his car.” His eyes started to tear, but he wouldn’t let a drop fall. That’s just how he was. Always said he’s too tough to cry, and he has to stay strong for the family.
I was confused. “Found him? What you mean found him?” My heart was beating out my chest.
“Somebody beat Samir really bad.”
“He will be okay, right? Right, Dad? Please tell me he’s gon be okay.”
“He didn’t make it. He died at the hospital.” He grabbed me closer knowing I was about to lose control.
“No, please don’t do this to me.” I cried in his arms. “I should have been here. I should have been here.” I repeated.
“Baby, you didn’t know.” He wiped my tears. “Stop crying. It’s not your fault.”
“Why him, Daddy?” I needed an answer. I couldn’t understand why someone would do this to him. I don’t even think he pissed a female off bad enough for his life to become a threat.
“We will find out. And whoever is responsible will pay.”
“What am I suppose to do without him? He was my world. I can’t live without him.” I let go of my father and ran to my room.
“Lord, please tell me why. Why Lord?” I cried and cried. “He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to die. This can’t be happening to me. Why me? Why Samir?” I cried until I soon drifted to sleep.
My mom woke me about eight that night. I was bawled up in fetal position not wanting to be bothered. The bedroom floor was a disaster from me knocking things over in a disrupted manner earlier when I found out the news.
“Get up and come eat something,” she said, picking up perfume bottles to keep from stepping on them.
“I’m not hungry, Mom.” I pulled the sheets back over my head.
She pulled them off me completely. “Skyy, please don’t do this.”
“I said I’m not hungry. Please just leave me alone right now.” I began to cry again.
“I’m hurting too.” She took a seat on the bed. “It’s not your fault. Don’t beat yourself up over something you had no control over.”
“I told him to go out and get some air.” I wiped my face. “This probably never would have happened.”
“It’s not your fault. Stop crying.” She helped wipe my tears away.
“What are we gonna to do without him?”
“I don’t know baby,” she said, as she rocked and rubbed my hair. “Please come and eat something before you get sick. Don’t shut yourself out from the rest of us.”
“I’ll be down. Let me get myself together.”
“Alright, baby. I love you.” She kissed my forehead and exited the room.
When she disappeared, I knew I had missed calls so I went to check them. There were seventeen new messages that I didn’t feel like hearing, so I breezed through briefly. Several were from Key hoping I’d pick up. I didn’t feel like talking, so I scanned through the rest and erased them all except for the last one, which was from Slim.
“What the fuck? He just don’t get it do he?” I raged aloud. “Why won’t he leave me alone?” After hearing the message, I saved it cause I had the same vibe from the last message. “What is the matter with that fool? He got serious issues. I wish he just get a life and stay out of mine.” I tossed more things around the room angrily. My mom yelled for me from downstairs to hurry up.
Once I got downstairs, some of my family was still there sitting around gossiping. I sat over in the corner with my aunt Shena to keep out of sight. She was more like my sister than my aunt. We could talk about any and everything.
She came over next to me. “What’s up, baldhead?” That was my nickname she gave me when I was little. “You feeling better?”
I wanted to say, what do you think? But bit my tongue. “You know how I felt about him.”
“We’re gonna get through this together, okay?”
I cradled my head with my hands. “I hear you, but I don’t know about that. I can’t even focus right now.”
“You just need some time, you’ll be alright. Here come your girls.”
Kizzy and Armani came over and hugged me. “Ya’ll been here all day?” I asked.
“Yeah, we were waiting for you to get up,” Kizzy responded.
“Where is Mashae?”
“She went to get her daughter. She said she’d be right back.” They both took seats beside me on the floor. “Jae and NeNe came by earlier to see you, but they left.”
I was tired of associating already. I sat quietly feeling sorry for myself. My brother was gone and I didn’t have anything else on my brain except being without him.
“Key was here for a good while too. He said call him when you get up,” Kizzy smiled, thinking that was going to cheer me up.
If I weren’t with him last night, maybe I would have been in the house with my brother. Thinking about it made me break down and weep. She started rubbing my shoulders.
“I don’t feel like all that talking shit right now.” I snapped at her feeling bad after I did, but she didn’t get offended.
“I feel you. Just know we’re here for you.”
“Let me go get something to eat.” I got up and headed to the kitchen eyeing Armani. “I hope your greedy ass aint eat up the kitchen.” We all laughed.
We sat eating and talking about other things residing in our lives. Armani admitted accepting J.J back into her life. Mashae clued us in on this mystery man she’d been seeing for almost a month now. Kizzy distressed how Tyrik was still hanging out late, and when she answers his phone at night, the person on the other end hangs up. I was the next runner up to give an update.
“How was it last night, Skyy?” asked Armani, anxious awaiting my answer.
“I don’t feel like talking ‘bout it right now.”
“Well, if it was good, talk about it. Might make you feel a little better.”
“I can’t even enjoy that good feeling I felt last night. Every time I think about it, I wish I was here.”
“Stop doing that to yourself. It’s not your fault.”
“Stop saying that! I’m tired of hearing it.” I went to put my plate in the trash. “Come on, I need some air before I have a serious break down.”
We took a ride past Mashae’s house to see what was taking her so long. Honk…Honk…“Maaassshha” Armani yelled out at the window.
Mashae came to the door. “Why the hell are you screaming outside my house like that?”
“Just come on with your slow ass.”
“Wait!” She went back in to get her daughter. Five minutes later they both came out and got into the car. “Take me to drop my baby to her daddy.”
As we circled the corner to her daughter’s father house, I noticed Slim and a couple of his homies posted outside the Chinese store laughing and joking. “Aint that Slim?”
“Yeah, that’s that crazy ass nigga,” I mumbled.
“Does he still call you?”
“He calls and leaves messages, but I aint fucking with him no more.”
“You better not decide to go get your ass kicked again,” Armani advised.
“Okay, I get the point. Just keep going. Mashae, hurry up cause I don’t want the fool to notice my car and come around here.” She climbed out swiftly.
“I’m trying to hear about last night cause Key looked like he was on cloud nine when he was talking to me.” They both sat upright ready for the details. “I know it’s itching you to tell us?”
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“How about the beginning, trick.”
Mashae heard the topic as she got back into the car and said, “Just tell me if the rumor I heard was true.”
I told the story beginning to end. After I was finished, everyone was speechless. “Damn, say something. Ya’ll beat it out of me.”
“That’s some romantic ass shit,” Kizzy said and we all burst into laughter. “So what you think? Is this the One this time?”
“You tryna to be smart, Kizzy?”
“I’m just saying…”
Armani cut in to reiterate for her. “What she’s saying is this the same feeling you felt in the past?”
“Not at all. I feel different.” These feelings were for sure nothing I have ever felt before.
“How different, Skyy? Didn’t I tell you to control yourself?”
“And didn’t I say I’m not as tough as you, Ms. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em alone?”
“Hey, that’s my Mo’do. And that’s why I be having these niggas hurting instead of me.” She reminded me of how I use to be. “They do it so why can’t we? It’s about to be a new millennium, and I’m about to change the game.” If there was anyone to turn the tables, Armani was the one for the job.
“Your brother gon kick ya ass,” Kizzy said looking like she just seen a ghost. “Aint this some shit?” We all looked out the windows to figure out what she was talking about. “This muthafucker is losing it.”
It was Tyrik’s car outside the same chick house that Kizzy almost killed the other day on
“Chill Kizzy,” I said making sure she didn’t take a leap out the car again.
“You know what? I aint even gon trip. Take me home.”
“You aint going home. Fuck him,” Mashae spat.
“Take me home. Hurry up before he leaves.” We did as told. She collected everything of his in the house from the pictures down to his dirty socks in the hamper.
“What the hell you ‘bout to do, Kizzy?” The look on her face frightened me.
We followed her out the door. “Take me back around there.” She placed everything in the trunk and got in the car.
“What are you doing with the club?”
“You think after the last time he would have got his act together, but he didn’t. I guess I have to help him.” She threw her hair back in her famous ponytail and tied her shoelaces tight.
Tyrik’s car was still parked in the same spot. It was directly in front of the house where she lived. The lights were on down stairs but off upstairs, and both air conditioners, up and down, were on full blast.
Kizzy got out the car with the club and her knife. She successfully flattened all four tires. Next, she went around the whole car scraping it with the knife, and then this was the ultimate. She broke every window and mirror out, including the rear view and side mirrors. I popped the trunk and helped get all his things out. She threw them through the open windows, but wasn’t done. I don’t know where the banana and sugar came from, but it went down the gas tank and up the tail pipe. That car was totaled. What used to be a 2000 Mercedes Benz S 500 looked more like an average car from the junkyard.
Nosy neighbors came to the door being distracted by the racquet, but not one person called the cops. Tyrik must have been caught up in whatever her was doing because he wasn’t one of the spectators.
“Skyy, give me your phone,” Kizzy demanded, walking over to me. She went to knock on the door since his voicemail kept picking up. When he realized it was her at the door, he finally answered the phone.
“Baby look…” He tried to explain without her getting a word out.
“Look my ass, Tyrik. I aint even trippin’ but your ass better come outside right now if you wanna see your kids again.”
“You gon flip out soon as I hit that door.”
“I promise you I won’t.” She was trying to reassure him, but he wasn’t buying it after the last episode. “I just need you to come outside. And tell that bitch she aint got to worry about me no more cause it aint even worth me going to jail over her or you. I got kids to raise.”
It took him twenty minutes to get enough heart to come outside, and when he did his whole face dropped after seeing what use to be his pimp mobile. I thought Kizzy was going to take his head off, but to my surprise, she really didn’t act a fool. I guess she couldn’t handle anymore.
Kizzy walked up to him with a smile and kissed him on the forehead. “Now baby, was the pussy worth all this?” She patted him on the head like a good little puppy dog and walked away.
We all were in tears from laughing at his stupid ass looking pitiful as ever. Instead of heading back to the house, we went down
I dropped Armani off at J.J’s house, Mashae back home, and saved Kizzy for last. We sat in front of her door a while talking. “Are you going to be alright by yourself, Kizz?” I knew she would break down once inside.
“I just don’t understand it. What was I doing so wrong that he can just continue to say fuck me like this?”
“Stop blaming yourself. He’s an asshole.”
I myself couldn’t understand why he did the things he did having the good girl he had. She gave up a lot for him. Even got him to where he is right now. Giving all her hard earned money and tax refund checks to pull weight. But what is there to understand? Men are going to be men and that’s that!
“The bad part about it is you’re absolutely right. He is truly a dickhead.”
“So why do you keep allowing yourself to go back?”
“I can’t answer that cause I don’t know. It’s like I know he’s not shit, but I can’t let him go.”
“Is it because he’s the father of your children?”
“No, it’s because I love him too much.”
I knew she wasn’t lying. Kizzy never took this much shit from a nigga before. Little did she know she was way past the love stage.
“Love doesn’t hurt, Kizz. Don’t you think you deserve to feel that love back?” I looked her in the eyes trying my best to get through to her like she did for me. “It’s been long enough for you to open your eyes and realize you deserve much more than you’re getting.”
“How were you so strong when you left Slim?”
“It’s not all about being strong. It’s about finding yourself, and I couldn’t find it with Slim.” I felt her pain and I knew she wanted out, but you can’t make a person leave until they’re ready. “Remember, you were the one that talked me out of a horrible situation. Why can’t you take your own advice?”
“I’m weak for this boy. It sickens me.”
“It’s time to think about what’s most important in this situation and that’s your kids.”
“They deserve a father.”
“You’re right and they will have one, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep playing the fool to keep him around.” I was getting emotional so I paused to catch my breath “Tyrik loves his kids and will be there for them regardless of ya’ll being together or not. Just let him move on and do his thing. Who knows, he might be ready to stop playing games and realize what he has and marry your crazy ass.” We both laughed.
“You know I’m gonna miss Samir so much, Skyy.” We all were pretty close being as though we were first cousins.
“I’m gon miss my baby too. I can’t believe he’s gone.”
We wiped one another’s watery eyes and hugged. “Stay here tonight, we both can use the company,” she suggested getting out the car. I couldn’t argue with that so I locked up and followed her in.
··Armani··
I was back at J.J’s house catching up on lost time. He was the one guy I could honestly say I fell head over heals for. After we split up, that’s when I started doing things my way or no way at all. This is the type of affect a man can have on a woman.
“So what’s up J.J?” I was wondering what he was back in town for.
He answered my question with, “Where you been, Armani? I’ve been looking for you for a few days now.”
“I’ve been through a lot these last couple weeks, so I been staying to myself.”
“So who’s new in the picture?”
I know he don’t call his self trying to ease back in my life after he rolled out on me to a whole new state with no forewarning. I wanted to say this out loud, but decided to hold it back for now and get some more questions answered. “Look, I aint come here to talk about another nigga. I came to see you.”
“Well come here and show me how much you missed me.”
I walked over to him steadily desperate for his tongue. He didn’t waste any time undressing me. “Damn J.J, don’t be ripping my shit off like that. Hold up!”
“C’mere, I miss you,” he ordered, letting my shirt hit the floor. He was very familiar with all the weak spots, so he went straight for the most fragile.
He was eating my sweetness so good I yearned for more. “You eatin’ my pussy so good,” I whispered. “Oh my goodness…” Right in the middle of it all, there was a bang on the door. I pushed his face away. “Who is that banging like that?”
“How the fuck do I know? I’m up here with you.” He got up and crept to the window.
“It’s probably one of your raggedy ass bitches. I aint for this shit tonight. Damn, I should have kept my ass home.” I placed my clothes back on and peeked out the window. “Who the hell are all those bitches?”
“She must have known I had company. She be stalking me and shit.”
“She?” I gazed back at him. “I told you about messing with these gutter ass bitches.” I mugged him and went to get my phone. “Get your mind right.”
“I’m not trying to hear that right now, Armani. Be quiet and she might go away.”
As soon as he said that, the chick banged harder screaming out, “Jayshon, I know you’re in there with a bitch. I aint going no fuckin’ where! So come on out. And call the police cause I don’t give a fuck.”
I gave a troubled look after viewing the time. It was just past three in the morning. Mashae’s phone rang twice before she answered, then we called Skyy on the three-way.
“Skyy, get up. We have a situation.” Bits and pieces were revealed before hanging up to be on their way. They decided the meeting place would be the corner of J.J’s block.
Mashae brought her two cousins along for the help. Both cars were parked on the corner so them crazy bitches wouldn’t try anything stupid and poke out tires or something.
By the time I got the call that they were at least on the block, my adrenaline was already skyrocket. I had already hit the top step before they had made it all the way down to the house. I gripped the female up that was making all the noise and punched her in the nose. She staggered back on the rail.
“Bitch, who the fuck is you?” another girl yelled out.
They didn’t notice the rest of the crew coming up from behind. I ignored the question and hit the chick again. They all tried to jump on me. Kizzy ran up to first grabbing hold of one. She was destroying her, while Skyy and Mashae had shared another. Mashae’s two cousins stood in the background holding the last girl by her throat. They told her she better not move and she obeyed.
After ten long minutes of fists, ass and tities flying in the air, we heard police sirens. We knew it wouldn’t be long because he lived down in a quiet neighborhood. Before J.J went in the house and shut the door, he watched the hood rats jump in their car and pull off. Then advised we do the same.
“Damn, is this night ever gonna end?” Mashae examined a scratch on her face in the sun visor mirror.
“I don’t think so cause it’s too crazy.”
“No, this shit is too hilarious,” Kizzy said laughing.
“Kizzy, you always find shit like this amusing with your silly ass.”
We all went back to Kizzy’s house and crashed on the floor. I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the summer would be like, so I sparked up general conversation to see how everyone else felt.
“What’s the rest of the summer gon be like?” A pillow came flying at me in the dark to shut me up. “I’m serious. So much has happened in just a couple weeks, but we still have a couple months to go.”
“I don’t even care at this point. I don’t even know what I want anymore, or where I’m headed…” Skyy replied.
That answer threw me off. “Don’t start talking crazy, Skyy.”
“I’m being real, I don’t know.”
“You’re getting out of here come September. What will be the point of staying back and being miserable?”
“Who’s to say I won’t be miserable wherever I’m at?”
Mashae spoke her peace. “Skyy, please don’t do this. We planned to leave together and be together after high school, so that’s what we’re doing.” That’s been the plan for them since middle school. Even though Mashae decided to keep her baby, that wasn’t going to stop her one bit.
“Mashae, just drop it. I’m going to sleep.”
I rolled over to look the other way as the whole room went silent. Everybody fell asleep soon after. There was no way I was going to let Skyy do anything other than what she been waiting to do all the years I’ve known her. School was always her first priority and I loved that about her. And with me being the big cousin she always looked up to, I would have it no other way.
··Key··
I was sitting back doing what most men do. That was wondering what my next move should be. Skyy really did the damn thing to me in that hotel room. Even if I thought about leaving her alone, how could I do so at a time like this? She probably already blames me for keeping her out that night her brother died. It doesn’t matter cause my lil Shorty aint got nothing to worry about. She’s definitely gon be ‘round for some time.
As soon as I plugged my phone into the charger it rang reading a private number. “Who this?” I answered.
“It’s Latasha pussy,” she said, in a nasty tone.
“Look girl, it’s too early for the dumb shit.” I was definitely irritated by the sound of her voice.
“Let me find out you went to AC and with who. I’m telling you…”
“You aint telling me shit.” I cut her off. “I’m not for this right now. Bye!” I hung up knowing she’d call right back “What?”
“Oh, you hanging up on me now? So who is the bitch, Key?” she dug.
“I was sleep. I’ll holla at you tomorrow or something.”
This time when the phone rang back, I answered without looking at the ID. “Look Trick…”
It was
I was relieved after hearing
“Well, I called to find out about the other one.”
“Who, Skyy?”
“Yeah nigga, give me the low down.” He was anxious to know if I got in the panties or not.
“I was asleep. I holla at you…”
“Let me find out I done touched a soft spot.”
I laughed it off. “I’m just tired.”
“Whatever you say homie. You know I know ya.”
“I’ll hit you when I get up.”
“A’ight nigga, hurry up cause I got some shit to tell you.”