Rozalyn (Includes Tamar Preview)

by Shan

  I thought about taking out the latex in my pocket, but I wanted to feel every part of this raw and unprotected. I knew it wasn't the best choice, but all I could think about was that I was the first and only one to enter her throne. I didn't want anything to get in the way of the feeling that was coming my way. Spreading her legs as much as she allowed me, I slowly penetrated her with my dick.

  "Aww, wait, do you have on a condom?" she asked and placed her hand on my chest. She tried to keep me from going deeper, but there was no stopping me now. I pushed further until I split every muscle, skin, and anything else that was holding her walls tightly together.

  "Aww, Tae! It hurts, Tae!" she yelled as she dug her fingernails into my back. Painful moans echoed across the room, and the deeper I went in, the deeper she dug her nails into my skin. "Oh, my God!"

  I was in, and it felt so warm; felt so good. I could cum instantly, but I held it back. I fought it off and kept my composure. With every stroke, she moaned my name, causing me to want to stroke faster. I gripped her behind and paused with each stroke I made. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Damn a sixteen year old was doing this to me.

  I ain't never been no minute man and could normally go all night especially when I'm full of ecstasy and weed, but right now she was getting the worst of me. I kissed her nipples to give me a moment to get myself together. I played it off as much as possible. I didn't want her to think that I could only last a couple of minutes. I wanted her to know that I was a warrior between the sheets just like was out there in those streets.

  Ejaculation wasn't far away, and I did everything I could to stop it, but the feeling was just too much for me to handle. I knew it was a dumb idea, but I knew if I had pulled out she wasn't about to let me re-enter.

  I let it go, let it go inside of her. The pressure was just too unbearable. This had to be the best feeling in the world. If this were what Heaven felt like then I definitely wanted to go when I left this Earth.

  "You okay?" I asked her as I kissed her lips, and slipped my tongue into her mouth.

  I played with her tongue. It was new for me because I wasn't the type to stick my tongue down a woman's throat. I didn't like the thought of tasting another man's penis, so one of my rules was never kiss a woman as intellectually as I was kissing her.

  I liked the way it felt though, her mouth was sweet, even with all the vomiting she had done I was unable to tell. She had good hygiene, and it just made this experience a good for me.

  I started stroking her again. What she didn't know was that I had about four rounds left in me with the combination of drugs I was on. Even if I nutted in her each time, this could be an all night thing for me, and I just hoped she was ready for it.

  "Mmgh Tae, baby, be gentle," she moaned and placed her hands on my chest.

  "You bet not give this to anybody else. This is all mine. I'm marking my territory right."

  Every pump got greater and greater. I even caught myself moaning in seduction and groaning pleasurable sounds. About thirty minutes into the second round I came again, but I pulled out that time. I wasn't trying to have no kids. I told her to go use the restroom hoping she could push out whatever I had left in her from the first go round.

  While Rozalyn was in the bathroom washing up, I rolled another blunt and walked onto the patio of my King Suite. The room had been paid for by my pops. I used him in any way I could. There was no way would I pay twenty-five hundred dollars for a suite for one night. I was used to getting mine at the Motel 6 around the block from my house. I guess in some way I was enjoying this though. I got to spend my birthday with a beautiful chick who gave me a good time and it was worth all of my pop's money.

  I sat in one of the chairs located on the patio and blew the chronic in the air. I started thinking how good it felt to have over eight hundred thousand dollars put up. I wasn't where I wanted to be, but I would be there soon. Those that doubted my potential to be a boss in these streets needed to think twice about me 'cause the proof was in the pudding.

  Overall in the past three months, I have brought in about sixteen and a half million dollars, and it was only getting better. It wouldn't be long before that number would change to about thirty or forty million and then more than that. Before the age of twenty-five, I would be able to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

  After two more rounds of passion and pleasure with Rozalyn, we fell out in each other's arms. It wasn't until day break when I awoke to a knock at the door. It was much earlier than I wanted it to be, but play time was over, and it was time for me to get back to work. I got up and opened the door. Keylan, Brandon, Roderick, and my brother Tavon all rolled into the room.

  "When you going home?" Brandon asked Rozalyn.

  He looked at Rozalyn as she lay in the bed, and I wondered what his problem was with her. He never really spoke on females I dealt with, and it puzzled me as to why he was speaking on this one. I was entitled to sleep with whoever I wanted to without the approval of anyone, but if he knew something I didn't know then I hoped that he would tell me.

  "I'm about to take her home. What's up? Everything good? How was the meet?" I sent Brandon and Roderick to meet with our connect in Bankhead earlier this morning 'cause I knew I wouldn't be no good for it.

  "They said they that we pushing more weight than they can handle. Trell said that he looking to hook up with some cats in Mexico to see if they can supply him with our needs," Brandon said with a look of concern across his face.

  "What I need him for? I told him I don't deal with a middle man. He told me he could handle it; if he can't then we cross him out. I can go to Mexico myself. I don't need him to do it for me."

  I already knew that Trell wasn’t going to be able to handle my request; he was falling right into my trap. Trell supplied us with the coke, and the heroin came from Dmitri’s pops. I wanted it all to come from Dmitri’s pops, but my pops had been dealing with Trell for years and was very loyal to him.

  "He says he will be able to give us 4 kilos this week...." Keylan said, but I cut him off.

  "That's not good enough! We can run through 4 kilos in less than a week. I'm a holla at Trell, and he better have something good to tell me when I see him or else business is done between him and us."

  "Who are you to say business is done with him? We been dealing with Trell for years and ain't never had no problems out of him," Tavon said.

  "What we supposed to do when we run out Von? Send the fiends across town to get they fix? If he can't keep up with what we need then what do we need him for? I need you to start thinking about money and not friends, bruh. That cat gonna always be a good associate of mine but business is business."

  I told everybody to excuse me as I followed Rozalyn to the bathroom. Sex was still on my mind, and the shower was always a good place to do it.

  "Key you need to talk to your boy for real. He can't just ex out Trell like that. Trell has been good company since day one."

  "I don't know Von, if he not able to keep up then we gotta go elsewhere. We told him what kind of weight we needed from the beginning, and he said he could handle it. You already know Tae really wanna just mainly deal with them Italians anyway. I heard he supposed to be making a major deal with Dmitri and his family. He just been dealing with Trell just to be loyal to him."

  "Man daddy ain't finna have that. He ain't gone let him get rid of Trell like that."

  "I don't know Von once he sees that Trell can’t keep up he really won’t have a choice. We just gotta wait and see what happens. I really don't care. It's all about the paper for me too."

  "Say B, text Trell for me and tell him meet me at the spot later. My phone is dead," I said as I walked out the bathroom. I decided not to sex Rozalyn in the shower since she said she didn't want anybody to hear her.

  She was still acting shy, and I had to respect that. I looked over at B and could see he still had something on his mind. I knew it had to be something with Rozalyn, and I wanted to know what was going on. "What'
s up? You gotta issue with Rozalyn?" I sat on the bed and began to put my shoes on.

  "Nope, I ain't got a problem with her. She knows about Shalea?" He looked me dead in my eyes and reminded about someone I had pushed completely out of my mind. I had been so caught up in my work and the time I had been spending with Rozalyn that I haven't even thought twice about my girlfriend Shalea.

  5: SHALEA

  I had three months left and I couldn't wait to be freed from behind these closed walls. I'm doing time for somebody else besides myself. I took a year sentence for the man in my life, the man of my dreams, the man that I loved more than I loved myself. Tamar was a lot younger than me in years, but he had a lot of wisdom and knowledge that his age never really mattered. I sat there trying not to be pissed about being here because I knew who and what I had done it for. I thought back to the very day that had gotten me here.

  Tamar and I were on our way from my birthday party at local club around our way. We'd gotten into it after the club over some chick that just couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself. He admitted to me that he'd been having sex with her, and I just went off. While he was driving, I started hitting him numerous times causing him to run over a curb and hit a tree. We both were intoxicated off of weed, alcohol, and X, which was a combination that made some people a little crazy, myself anyway.

  We got out the car and I continued to fight on Tamar. He was pissed 'cause he had cracked his twenty-six hundred dollar rims when he hit the curb. I didn't care about his rims. I was upset with him 'cause he had the nerve to cheat on me and invite that trick to my damn birthday party.

  In the midst of us arguing and fighting, we hadn't even noticed the two laws that had pulled up behind our car. The smell of weed and alcohol permeated from the car causing them to be able to have a perfect reason to search the vehicle. Neither Tamar nor I were worried because we never rode anywhere with more than an ounce of anything, so we knew there was nothing for them to find. So you can imagine how surprised we were when the officer pulled out an eight ball of cocaine. Me and Tamar both pointed fingers at each other.

  Being the man that Tamar was, he stepped up and took the blame for it and was arrested and charged on the spot. By time we made it to the police station, I had done a lot of thinking. I thought about all the potential Tamar had in this game, and the fact he had one strike against him already and could do at least three to five years in jail if convicted again. Me being the good girlfriend I am to him, I told the police investigators that the coke was mine. Told them they could test me 'cause truthfully I did have a habit. With it being my first offense, I was given a year and Tamar had to do three months for having an ounce of weed in his pocket.

  This whole time, he had his family thinking he had been locked up, but he really been in Brazil clocking dollars. He was setting up all kind of deals that would make him larger than he'd ever been. Tae's daddy and I are the only people that know where he'd been all this time.

  The sad thing about it was he's been back in the U.S. for about four months and hadn’t come to see me yet. I got letters from my sister, Peaches, who works for him, so I am well informed. I know he'd been running around with some half-Black, half-Chinese young bitch, but I wasn't tripping 'cause I know soon as I was free, she would be just a vision in my rear view mirror.

  My cellmate would always say that I must have been replaced since he hasn’t come to see me or write me back, but that wasn't so. I knew too much about Tae, so I knew he wasn't that dumb. I knew a lot about how he got down and who he got down with. Letting me go would be the dumbest move he could make.

  I wasn't worried about Tae, wasn't worried about nothing he was doing. I may have been hurt by the fact that he couldn't hold it down for me and didn't have my back like I had his, but I had to understand that he was only eighteen. That nigga still thought with the head on his dick and not the head on his shoulders.

  6: Rozalyn

  I called myself trying to sneak into the house, but to my surprise my daddy, Korey and my brother Zavier were sitting in my room also known as the living room. They both were sitting in silence as if they had just lost their best friend.

  "Somebody die?" I asked hoping they wouldn’t notice the clothes I had on and that my hair was all over my head.

  "Where have you been?" my daddy asked.

  I laughed. Was he really trying to play daddy?

  "I just been chilling with my girls, why? I know you weren’t looking for me," I said and walked over to a bag that held some of my clothes and went through it trying to find something to change into.

  "Rozalyn, this is serious. This is the third time this week I have come home from work and you were not here."

  "So what? What do you care?"

  "I’m your father Rozalyn. Whether you believe it or not, I care about you! Always have and always will!"

  "Yo', whatever. I don’t have time for this shit. I got something I gotta do." I grabbed my clothes and stood up to a slap in my face.

  Wham!

  Zavier backhanded me so hard that I flew across the room and hit the cheap, paper thin walls. Once I was able to gather myself, I charged directly at Zavier only to be stopped by my wanna be ass daddy.

  "Muthafucka', have you lost your damn mind? Don’t you ever put your hands on me again!" I yelled at Zavier.

  "You becoming a little bit too disrespectful. Your ass think it’s cute to fuck a nigga on a hotel balcony, huh? You think that’s cute? Do you feel like a woman now?" Zavier asked

  Oh my God! I just left Tamar’s side not even thirty minutes ago, so how was it possible that he knew what happened last night? "What?" I blinked away the tears that built up in my eyes.

  "Yea, your dumb ass is stupider than I thought. You only fifteen fucking years old and you messing around with an eighteen year old, grimy, low down, muthafucka' that don’t give a shit about you or nobody else!"

  "You don’t know what you talking about! He does care about me!"

  "It’s true, Rozalyn?" my dad asked with tears welling in his eyes. Was he about to cry? Cry for me? I wondered.

  I turned around to walk away, but was pulled back by Zavier. "Rozalyn, you need to stay the fuck away from him! That nigga ain’t nothing but trouble! He a fucking murderer!"

  "Let me go! Put your hands on me again and I’ll have him murder your ass!"

  I jerked away from Zavier and gave my father one last look only to see the tears roll down his face. What the hell was Zavier talking about, murderer? Tamar was not a murderer.

  ***

  I caught the next bus going towards my best friend Brian's house. I needed someone to talk to and also needed to know if he knew about what I'd done last night as well. I mean, I was going to tell him everything as soon as I had a chance, but damn.

  I called Tamar as I walked down the sidewalk to Brian's house. I needed to ask him what the hell was going on and why in the hell would he tell my brother of all people? After calling him several times and getting no answer my mind began to wonder. Was he okay? Was he just ignoring me? Was he asleep? Was he through with me, already? Was he just asleep and didn't hear his phone? I didn’t know what to think.

  Brian was waiting on his porch when I arrived. "Hey boo," he said hugging me tightly. "Is everything okay?"

  Everything was not okay; I thought to myself. I had made a dumb decision last night and I know he already knew so why was he trying to act as if he didn't?

  "Don't try and act like you don't know what’s going on," I said. Brian took me by the hand and we went into his house, Latoya was there. She was a good friend of Brian’s and was also becoming a good friend of mines. The only thing about her was that she was Tamar’s best friend, Keylan, girlfriend, so I wasn’t too sure if I could trust her; but oh well. I'm sure she heard from Keylan about the hoe that Tamar slept with on his hotel balcony last night. "So, what did you hear Brian and who did you hear it from?"

  "I just heard that you ain’t all sacred no more and that you finally gave up them goods,
" Brian said popping his lips and crossing his legs.

  I shook my head in shame. This shit was embarrassing to me, "Who told you?" I asked trying to blink away the tears that were building up in my eyes.

  "Girl a couple of people text me. I knew you went up to the room with him but......Wait a minute!" Brian yelled, and then put his hands over his mouth before becoming quiet. For what seemed like a good five minutes of silence Brian asked, "You sure you wasn’t raped?"

  "No Brian, I wasn’t raped and I wasn’t drunk either."

  "You were pretty drunk when he snatched your ass on that elevator. Are you sure?"

  "Yea I'm sure, I had slept like four hours before he came back up there. Oh my God! He making me regret I ever did this shit. I wonder what everybody at school got to say."

  "Fuck them hoes at school. They gone have something to say regardless....was it good at least? I mean when you was all bent over the balcony and shit," Brian fell over laughing and so did Latoya. I rolled my eyes at the both of them not even answering that question.

  "I hope you know what you getting yourself into," Latoya said.

  "Why do you say that?" I asked.

  "Cause that nigga is psycho. He crazy as hell just be careful around him is all I got to say."

  "How is he crazy?" I kept pressing for her to give me more info than what she was giving me.

  "Damn, Rozalyn, where do you be at when the streets are talking? Your man is damn near the topic of every conversation out there. You remember when you were telling me when Tamar first came up to you and all those dudes approached him, pulling guns on him and shit like that?" Brian asked and I shook my head remembering that day. "Well you know all them niggas is dead right?"

  "So what?"

  "They were all killed within several days of that shit Rozalyn. Don't play stupid right now okay."

  "Tamar wouldn’t do that, okay?"

  The minute I let that sentence escape from my mouth Brian and Latoya burst into laughter as if I'd told a funny joke. This shit can’t be right. I know Tamar, and I’ve been with him almost every day over the past few months. I've never seen him do anything like what people are trying to say.