by Lucinda John
“I never gave anybody head,” he coughed out before passing me the blunt.
“Well, I want some head. I mean, it’s only fair since I’m always sucking your dick.”
“I ain’t ready for all of that yet.” Miami waved me off.
Propping myself up using my elbows, I stared at his ass, admiring how sexy he looked with his semi-hard dick resting against his thigh.
“I’m your girl, right?” Peering down at him, I toyed with the spaces between his six-pack.
“I mean, we kicking it,” he nonchalantly breathed out.
“Kicking it? Us being around each other twenty-four-seven, having sex every chance we get is kicking it?” Searching his eyes in hopes of being able to read his thoughts, I became frustrated with Miami. His cool, blunt demeanor was why I was so attracted to him, but it pissed me off at the same time.
“What do you call it then, shorty?” Looking up at me through his low, hooded eyes, he offered a lazy smile that made my pussy wet.
“I thought we were…” Allowing my words to trail off, I juggled through my thoughts for the appropriate way to complete my sentence.
“In a relationship?” He chuckled.
“Nah,” I lied. “I just thought we were passed kicking it, that’s all.” My feelings were hurt, but I would never tell him that.
“We just chillin’, that’s what we’re doing.” Kissing me on the lips, Miami checked his phone before placing it back down. “We gotta get ready for school soon.”
“You can go, I’m not going.” Sucking my teeth, I pulled the blankets over my head.
“Yo, you can’t keep missing school like that. Get yo’ ass up, so we can go. I’m not about to keep fucking with a dumb bitch,” Miami snapped.
“Ain’t shit about me dumb, nigga!” Turning my body until my back was facing him, I waited for his ass to go about his business.
“Shit, I ain’t about to beg yo’ ass to go to school. It ain’t my life, it’s yours.” The moment I felt him get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom, I grabbed his phone and began looking through it. When I couldn’t find what I was looking for, I placed the phone back the same way I found it.
Standing to my feet, I searched through my dresser for something to wear for the day. The grey bedroom set that matched the grey walls to perfection was purchased with the money we took from Kenny. Since Miami didn’t want any of Kenny’s clothes or shoes, I left behind all his worn clothes and shoes then returned all the ones that still had tags on them for store credit to buy a new wardrobe for Miami.
Placing a black and white Adidas short set on the bed, I rummaged through my stacked boxes of shoes until I found my white and black shell toed Adidas. Approving my outfit, I walked over to my vanity to roll up another blunt. A few minutes later, the bathroom door swung open, sending a rush of hot air mixed with Irish Spring soap into the room.
Through my vanity mirror, I was able to follow Miami’s every move. That nigga just ain’t know how far he had my head gone. Wiping the drool that seeped through the corner of my lips, I watched him drop his towel and pull up a pair of briefs, covering the dick I had in my mouth not too long ago. Although I was low key mad at that nigga, I couldn’t help the smile that crept up on me as memories of his dick digging deep in me filled my head.
The jeans blue he wore with a slight sag that showed that band of his briefs, fitted white v-neck shirt, with a pair of fresh out the box Air Force Ones was a simple look that Miami always made look so sexy. Scooping his fingers through his wave grease, I watched as he palmed the deep ripples of waves that circled his entire head before brushing them with precision. It took some convincing, but I was finally able to get Miami to cut his hair and get a tape up. Even though I low key regretted that shit because it now had his ass looking all fine and shit.
“Why the fuck you keep looking at me?” Miami taunted me with a smile on his face.
“I ain’t looking at shit.” Standing to my feet, I went to the bathroom to handle my hygiene.
An overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over me the moment I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me. Taking a seat on the toilet, I buried my head in my hands and allowed a few tears to slowly trickle down my face. In my mind, I needed Miami to validate me in order to feel like I was somebody. After being with Kenny, even though it was a toxic relationship, I didn’t know how to be alone. For so long, I depended on Kenny’s money and affection, and now that he was gone, my emotions were all over the place.
“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!” Crouching down over the side of the tub, I hurled until my sides began to ache.
“Yo, you good?” Miami knocked on the door.
“Mind your fucking business!” I called out.
Regaining my composure, I crawled over to the sink for the bleach then poured it into the tub before turning on the shower. As I slowly stood to my feet, another wave of nausea took over me as I felt myself become lightheaded.
“What the f…” Before I could get the words out, I was back on my knees, throwing up.
“Shorty, open up this door, man!” Miami demanded as he banged on the door. When the banging stopped, I stood to my feet with my back pressed against the wall, and my eyes closed.
I could hear Miami jiggling the doorknob while he tried to manipulate the lock. A few seconds later, the door sprang open as he rushed in carrying a knife.
“What the fuck you doing?” He questioned, placing the knife on the counter. “You popping them percs again?” Miami stared down at me, waiting for me to respond.
“No,” I lied. “I’m feeling sick. It might be from that food we ate.” Last night before bed, I secretly popped my last Perc.
While we waited for the outcome of the Kenny situation, my nerves got so bad that I would pop Percocets just to ease my mind. When Kenny couldn’t afford a lawyer due to us stealing all his shit, he was appointed a public defender who did nothing to help his case. The day his public defender showed up to court drunk was the day Kenny was denied bail. Miami was stern when he told me he would stop dealing with me if he found out I was still popping those pills. Instead of wasting the last few pills I had in my stash, I decided I would quit the moment I finished them.
“Damn,” Miami sighed. “You want to go to the hospital or some shit?”
“Nah, I just need a shower and some rest. I’ll be good.” Walking over to the tub, I made sure every piece of food was washed down the drain before stepping in.
While I showered, Miami posted up in the corner of the bathroom as if he was my security guard. Taking my time, I slowly washed my body with a washcloth lathered with Dove White soap, making sure I didn’t make any sudden moment that would make me dizzy. Filling my mouth up with water, I shook away all the remnants of vomit that sat in the corners of my mouth.
Stepping out of the shower, I walked into the towel Miami held open to me. I was starting to think this nigga was seriously bi-polar or some shit. At the drop of a hat, he could easily switch from not giving a fuck to being concerned.
“Yo, I can’t kick it with you. Ms. Kim gon’ be on my ass if I miss any more school,” he spoke while I got dressed.
“It’s cool.”
After lying to Ms. Kim that he had a part-time job in order to explain his new clothes and phone, Miami was able to spend a few nights at my house here and there as long as he called Ms. Kim and let her know that he was okay.
“I’mma head home after school just to check in with Ms. Kim and shit.” Tossing one of the straps of his Jansport bookbag over the shoulder, he made his way to the door.
“Do you.” I shrugged.
Pumping lotion into my palm, I lathered up my skin with the sweet-smelling scent of cocoa butter, refusing to acknowledge Miami as he walked out of the door. Picking up the blunt, I fired it up while I got dressed in my outfit. The once loose short set was now snug on my body. Miami made a comment a few days ago about me getting thick. When we weren’t in school, all we did was smoke, eat, fuck, and lay up; therefore, I unders
tood where the extra weight was coming from.
Turning from side to side in the floor-length mirror, I admired the way my ass was plumped up in my shorts. Even my toned thighs were starting to form some meat on them. I didn’t hate the weight gain. Shit, in fact, I welcomed it. The light blue box braids that grazed my face with my every movement matched the color of my skin tone to perfection.
I was never the type who got weave, so to finally have some with the added color had me feeling like I was that bitch. Applying a thick coating of clear gloss to my lips, I wiggled the small studs that I got pierced on each side of my nostrils. The fresh nose piercing looked cute on me. With Kenny gone, I was finally able to live my young adult life doing shit that I wanted to do.
“This girl done fucked around and got pregnant.” My mom snickered as she sat on the couch, sucking up a line of powder through her nose.
With my mama being a powder head, I refused to decorate our apartment. The only thing that was in the living room was a sofa set I purchased from the Salvation Army for a hundred bucks, and the same old coffee table we had from our old house. Instead of giving her the master bedroom with the adjoining bathroom, I took it and gave her the second room. Her ass didn’t deserve nice shit. All she was worth was the dirty mattress that sat on the floor in her room. Since she loved snooping when we weren’t around, I had Miami switch out my bedroom door lock to one that couldn’t be picked. I’d be damned if I let her coked out ass get one over on me.
“I’m about to be a grandma,” she raved with glee.
Ignoring her foolishness, I walked out of the house, locking the door behind me.
The moment the hot sun grazed my face, I wanted to run my ass back in the house. For it to be so early in the morning, it was too fucking hot. I swear the sun was one nasty ass motherfucker. It had to be at least one hundred degrees. Walking past an early morning game of dice, I was about to cross the street until I was stopped.
“Aye, Sue Ling, let me holla at you,” a loud voice called out.
Loudly sucking my teeth, I waited for traffic to die down before running across 9th Ave and Powerline to avoid getting hit by one of these crazy ass drivers. Walking past the Family Dollar store, thoughts of what my mother said invaded my mind, prompting me to pick up a pregnancy test.
“What the fuck!” I yelled at the driver behind the gold Buick. Since the motherfucker had my path blocked, I had to step off the curb in order to walk around his car.
“My fault, ma, I was just trying to get your attention,” the driver spoke through his window.
“You was about to kill me!”
“Nah, your pretty ass too fine to be dead.” He chuckled. “Come here.”
Making my way over to the car, I noticed the driver behind the wheel was Dre.
“I knew it was your fine ass. You the only broad in the hood mixed with Chinese.” Blowing out a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth and nose, Dre sized me up while licking his lips.
“You done got your weight up, I see.” The compliment sounded sexy as fuck dripping from his lips.
“Uh huh.” Shifting my weight from one foot to another, I placed my hand over my forehead to shield the sun.
“My bad, lil mama. You need a ride or some shit?”
“Nah, I was just headed to the dollar store.”
“Well, hop in, and I’ll pull up to the front door just so I can see your pretty ass switch in those tight ass pants.”
When I rounded the car, I was slapped in the face with weed the moment I opened the passenger door.
“You still fuck with Wilma? I haven’t seen you with her ass lately,” Dre asked.
“Nah, I don’t fuck with them hoes.” Sucking my teeth, I began to play with the straps of my crossbody bag.
“I don’t blame you. Them bitches be on some reckless shit.”
“What you mean?” Turning in my seat, I waited for Dre to elaborate.
“Don’t even worry about it. Just don’t get caught up with the shit they on. I can tell you ain’t cut like the rest of them broads. I never understood why you hung with them.” Parallel parking in front of the store, Dre placed his car in park.
“So, wassup with you, ma? I heard about your man getting locked up. I know that stupid ass nigga had it coming to him.” Dre grunted.
“Why you say that?” I inquired.
“That nigga thought he was out here running shit. Wouldn’t put his niggas in position to eat, that’s why motherfuckers stopped fucking with him. Shit, nobody really mad that nigga locked up. As long as he don’t snitch, he good,” Dre replied.
“Damn, well, I hope his baby mama can hold his ass down, cuz I ain’t fucking with him.”
“Shit, if it’s like that, you might as well lock my number in.” Dre handed me his phone.
With my eyes trained on his dope boy phone, I replied, “I’m kind of dealing with somebody right now.”
“You and that nigga you fucking with on some exclusive type shit?”
“Not yet.” I groaned, thinking about the conversation I had earlier with Miami.
“If he ain’t lock you down, then you still free game.” Dre’s smile blinded me with his golds.
Taking his phone, I punched in my number then saved it under Henny.
“Aye, Hennessy your name for real, or that’s just some shit they call you?” Dre asked while he studied my number.
“Hennessey is my government,” I confirmed.
“Damn, here I was thinking they was calling you Hennessy because you had that pussy that could get a nigga drunk after a few licks.” The way Dre’s lips swiped across his tongue had the seat of my panties wet.
“Nah, don’t be over there clenching your thighs. Let that pussy get wet.” Dre called me out while he ran his hands between my legs.
“Stop, Dre.” I giggled and smacked his hands away.
“Chill with me today. I ain’t got shit else to do but kick it at the crib. Come fuck with a nigga.” Dre’s eyes were so fucking alluring as he looked down at me with a convincing look on his face.
“How you know I ain’t got shit else to do?”
“Come on, ma, it’s a school day. The only thing you about to do is duck and dodge the school police or lay up at the crib. Just come and kick it with a nigga. I got my own crib, a fridge filled with food, cool AC, cable, internet—you name it, I got that shit.” Dre chuckled.
“I’m hungry,” I whispered as if we weren’t the only two in the car.
“Alright, let’s go to the Waffle house.”
Before I could respond, Dre already had his car in drive and was pulling off.
“This a nice lil spot. I didn’t even know there were apartments back here,” I complimented Dre as he gave me a brief apartment tour.
“When I’m not on the block, I like to be ducked off,” Dre replied. “I’ll be right back.” Walking down the long hallway to the bathroom, Dre handled his business before rejoining me on the couch.
“Let’s go up to my room.” Dre pulled me to my feet before walking closely behind me as he guided us to his bedroom.
Dre’s room was clean but barely furnished. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed and box spring that sat on the floor. The bed was neatly made with black sheets and four black pillows propped against the wall. Across from his bed was a black dresser that housed a TV and a DVD player on top of it.
“I got all the new movies on bootleg.” Reaching for the folder that was filled with CDs, Dre handed it to me before making himself comfortable.
“You trying to smoke?” he asked while rolling a blunt.
“Umm, you got a Perc?” I didn’t want him to judge me, but a bitch needed something stronger than weed to take the edge off and relax my mind.
“Nah, but I got an X.” Walking over to his closet, he pulled out a baggie of pills before handing me one.
“What the fuck is an X?” I frowned, hoping he wasn’t trying to give me some shit that would have me walking around like my dusty ass mama.
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bsp; “It’s similar to a Perc. Shit, but if you feeling some type of way, I’ll pop one with you.” Tossing a pill in his mouth, he swallowed it down with a bottle of water.
Dre handed me a pill and his unfinished water, and I did the same.
“Here, take a few puffs of this joint.” Dre placed the blunt to my lips then waited for me to take a few tokes before he took a few of his own.
“Get comfortable, ma, you all on my bed with your shoes on and shit.” Dre chuckled before removing my shoes.
The moment his hands grazed my feet, my pussy’s heart rate began to speed up. Lying back on his bed, I licked my lips as my pussy creamed from a touch so simple. When both of my shoes were off, Dre held my feet up, examining the light pink polish that covered each toe before sensually running his tongue along my toes.
“Mmmm…” I moaned.
“You ever had your toes sucked before?” Dre asked.
“No,” I breathed out, praying that he wouldn’t stop.
“Then, you haven’t experienced fucking with a real nigga yet.” He smirked before sucking on my big toe.
“Ohhhhh.” Arching my back, my mouth salivated at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue running through the folds of my toes before pulling them individually in his mouth and sucking them.
Inching his hands up my thighs, Dre snatched off my shorts, causing the puddle between my legs to spill out on the sheets. For some reason, my sense of touch was on overdrive. Every time Dre breathed my way, I felt my pussy getting wetter.
“Damn, that pussy leaking,” Dre growled, licking his lips.
Pushing my legs as far back as they would go, Dre dove his head between my legs and entered my pussy tongue first.
“What… is… happening… to… me?” I cried, feeling as if my entire body was on fire.
As if he was a dog licking water from a bowl, Dre lapped up my juices, giving me the best head my young ass had ever had.
Circling his tongue around my swollen nub, Dre sucked on my sensitive flesh while he penetrated me with two fingers.
“OH, MY GODDDDDDDDDD!” Shooting up into a sitting position, I tried to push Dre’s head away, only for him to lock his arms around my waist.