Good Girls Love Thugs (Good Girls Love Thugs - A Hood Romance Book 1)

by Shvonne Latrice

  Good Girls Love Thugs

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  Shvonne Latrice

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  Chapter One: Nic Fuller

  It was Monday morning, and I was so excited to start my first day of senior year. I had my outfit picked out and just knew I was gonna kill it today. I had a restless night. You know, the ones where you're so excited about something you can barely sleep? Like a kid on Christmas Eve night. I woke up before my alarm went off and just laid there staring at the ceiling, imagining how great this year was gonna be, and how things would get even better once I went to Morgan State, here in Baltimore with Michael. If y'all don't know, Michael Lodenn is my man. He is a year older than me and is currently attending Morgan State on a scholarship; yeah, my baby is gon’ make it to the NBA.

  "Nic! Wake up and shower before Danielle has to get in!" my mom always yelled through the house and for some reason, that shit irritated me.

  "Okay! I'm coming!"

  Danielle is my cousin that lives with us. My uncle and her mother weren't the greatest parents, so my mom agreed to look after her for a couple weeks, and that was 15 years ago.

  I grabbed all my toiletries to take to the bathroom. Yes, I tore Target up making sure to get the perfect deodorant, soap, face wash, etc. for my new year in school. I was finally dressed and ready to go, and I was so happy my mom let me drive her whip. I had been driving that shit all summer and I loved the freedom.

  I flew to my best friend Christy's house to pick her up. My bitch was bad, just like me. She came down the stairs of her complex in skinny jeans, some cute sandals that strapped around the ankle, and a cute flowy crop top–you know, the ones those hippies wear–and as usual, Christy's hair was laid, honey.

  "Sup bitch!" she yelled as she hopped in the passenger side.

  "Nothing much, just ready to turn up this year and with no fights!"

  I put emphasis on fights because her ass was always tryna fuck somebody up. If you breathed wrong around Christy, she would knock your ass out cold. I loved her though. She was that friend that would fight with and for you and ask why she was fighting after. All hands no talk for Christy Franks.

  "Morgan’s ass better be ready. Ain't nobody trying to be late fucking with her ass," she said frowning.

  It was true though, Morgan’s ass took years to get ready and the shit was annoying. We usually lied to her ass about the time we had to be somewhere just so she'd be ready in time.

  "You right. If she on that five more minutes tip I'm burning rubber on that ass!" I said, causing us to burst into laughter.

  I finally pulled up to Morgan's, and to our surprise she was ready. Morgan was bomb as fuck. Long black hair, full lips, petite little body. She looked Asian and black, but she always said she wasn't mixed. Whatever.

  "Y’all thought I wasn't gon’ be ready hunh?" Morgan said as she got in smiling.

  "We sure in the fuck didn't! We was gon’ leave your ass!" Christy joked, and Morgan just scowled at her.

  "You getting Jessica too?" Morgan asked me.

  "Nah she said she had a way, so it's just us three for the ride," I answered.

  "Her hoe ass probably got one of those niggas she fucking to drop her off!" Christy said, causing us to laugh.

  "Christy, Jess is not a hoe, she is just generous to those in need," I joked.

  "Yeah, that hot pussy she giving out is very generous of her!" We all laughed.

  Jessica definitely got around, but that was my bitch so I wasn't gon’ pass judgment. As long as she didn't fuck Michael, we was good! Next thing you know, we were pulling up to the school parking lot bumping "10 Bands" by Drake. We all got out, and eyes were definitely on us. All the girls were grabbing their niggas, and all the dudes were staring. Morgan, Christy, and I just basked in all the hate. We had to get used to it ‘cause we was gon’ run it this year!

  Soon as we started walking up the school steps, Jessica was approaching.

  "Hey mamacitas!" she yelled, switching up to us with her arms out.

  "Sup bitch, why you couldn't ride with us this morning?" Christy asked, smiling with her arms folded.

  Jessica laughed, "Well I had a little muchacho that wanted to drop me off, so I said okay."

  We all laughed. We walked through the halls together feeling like the original Destiny's Child. I had to remember that I wasn't in a music video so I wouldn't look stupid. Yeah, that's how on point we were.

  "Yessss! We all got the same home room!" Morgan yelled.

  "Yes, it's A-L like always Morgan, of course we got home room together; we always do," I answered.

  "Well damn Nic, I just for some reason thought they'd change something up this year. You ain't got to embarrass my ass!" she replied smiling, and we all chuckled.

  We walked into home room to take our seats and get our class schedules. I prayed that I had some classes with one or all of my girls.

  "Heyyyyy Jess," some random said.

  "Hey papi, what's up?" Jess smiled at the random seductively as she sat at her desk.

  "Nothing, what's up with you after school?" he replied.

  "I'll talk to you about that later," she winked.

  Jessica's ass was always getting into some shit, or should I say onto some dick. I was surprised she hadn't caught nothing. Jessica was beautiful; medium length brown hair that was right past her shoulders, full lips, big brown eyes, and a thick ass body. She was on the short side so that may have added to her thickness, but nonetheless she had a body. Flat stomach, big butt, and nice size boobs; these niggas never had a chance when it came to Jess. I was even scared to let Michael meet her, that's how bad she be snatching these niggas up! It was ten more minutes before class started, so the teacher let us chat.

  "So Christy, remember to keep it cool this year!" Jessica said.

  Christy rolled her eyes. "I told y'all asses I was gon’ try!"

  "We just making sure you were still down with that plan," I said.

  "Yes! I am! Now onto something more important!" I just shook my head ‘cause I knew that meant as soon as she felt the need, she was gon’ give a bitch that work.

  School went pretty cool and fast, and luckily no bullshit happened. Tomorrow night was Michael's birthday and he was having a big party with all his college friends in attendance, so you know my girls, especially Jessica's hot ass, couldn't wait. The night was gonna be special ‘cause I planned to lose my virginity to Michael. He had been so patient, and I felt what better gift to give him? I hadn't told him yet ‘cause I wanted it to be a surprise, but I could not wait to move to that next step, plus my friends were always telling me their juicy ass sex stories and I wanted in on that so bad.

  Chapter One: Christy Franks

  After school, I couldn't wait for Nic to drop me off at home so I could see Trenton. Trenton was my boo–tall, caramel, deep chocolate brown eyes, low cut Caesar, and was always on point in the fashion department. My nigga was just fly. As
soon as Nic pulled up, I hopped my ass out and ran to sit on the steps of my crib. As soon as she pulled off, I texted him that I was home. When Trenton pulled into the driveway in his Tesla, I made sure my crop top was the shortest it could be and switched my ass to his car like I was Beyoncé in the ‘Lose My Breath’ video.

  "What's up lil mama?" Trenton said as he unlocked his doors.

  "Hey daddy."

  I slid into the plush ass seats of his car. He had a watermelon air freshener and his car smelled like fresh kush blunts. Just as my nose suspected, Trenton fired up a blunt, took a pull and passed it to me. It felt good to be riding out with him like this. Fancy ass whip, good smoke, and loud ass music; I felt like we were Bonnie and Clyde. I loved being with Trenton, which was all the more reason I was not about to go to college. High school took enough of my time away from him, and I'm sure college would take much more. I would've been left high school, but my mom begged my ass to at least finish that.

  Trenton was in the drug game and he, his best friend Kendrick, and his best friend's brothers ran these streets. My mom hated that I got down with a guy that sold drugs, but a bitch was in love and was not about to give it up. He and I had problems before due to bitches being on him, and I had to fuck a couple of them up. I hated for hoes to even sniff my nigga's cologne let alone fuck him.

  As we continued to drive through the streets of Baltimore, I glanced over at my boo and his fine ass. He had on a fitted cap, a button up that was short-sleeved, jeans, and Louboutin sneakers. Fucking bomb. His neck and wrists were iced the fuck out and so was his nose ring. Nose rings were not cute, but he rocked the shit. The sun seemed to be setting early and the streetlights were on. I loved when it got like this, because the city was so pretty. I would never leave Maryland. We pulled up to his condo after we stopped for tacos, chips and salsa, and horchata. I was hungry as fuck because there was no way I was eating that nasty ass cafeteria food!

  "Damn woman! You acting like you haven't eaten all day!" Trenton said as he watched me scarf down the tacos at his table. I was so fucking embarrassed.

  "Well I haven't eaten all day, so I guess that explains it! Worry about your food nigga!" We laughed.

  After we ate, we fired up some more blunts and got high as hell. I lived for this shit. This is exactly what I would rather be doing than this school bullshit. We were on the couch, and Trenton had his arm around my shoulder. He leaned forward and began to kiss me passionately. Our tongues were so far down each other’s throats you'd think they'd get knotted together. I was already wet as fuck and the only light in the living room was from the TV, making it all romantic and shit. He reached down into my shirt and began to play with my nipples. I let out a soft moan and he removed my top. Next thing you know, we were both asshole naked and he had his dick planted deep in my guts. I was on all fours as he rammed his dick in me hard as hell. I was so wet that it was dripping down my legs. He grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fist as he pummeled into me.

  "Ah fuck!" He was killing my shit. "I'm about to cum Trent!"

  "Shit. Me too!"

  I let out a loud moan as I came hard as hell all over his dick. He smacked my ass and flipped me onto my back. He pushed my legs back so far that my knees were next to my cheeks and dove deep into the pussy. I was crying out from the pleasure so loud, I'm sure the police would get called for disturbing the peace.

  "Fuck Christy?!"

  "Trenton!"

  As good as this dick was, I was gon’ say anything he wanted me to. He could ask me to jog to fucking Texas and I would've been screaming okay.

  "Ah daddy I'm about to cum again!"

  "Me too baby!"

  He held my legs down by the thighs and began going faster until we both released. I was so out of breath and so was he. He fell next to me on the couch.

  "I love you Christy," he said as he planted kisses on the nape of my neck.

  "I love you too Trenton," I replied, out of breath like a muthafucka.

  I said it once and I'll say it again, this is what I'd much rather be doing than anything else.

  Chapter One: Morgan Garrett

  It was Tuesday after school and I couldn't wait to get to the mall to get an outfit for Michael's birthday. I knew all the fly dudes would be in attendance, and I knew most of them would be NBA potential just like Michael. I wanted Nic to come with me, but she was too nervous about finally getting that cherry popped. I couldn't believe she was 17 and still a virgin.

  I lost my virginity at 14 to a 21 year old guy named Brice that I met at some after school program. Once I convinced my mom to let him drive me home from the program, it was a wrap. He was a counselor there, so she figured I'd be alright. Rides home soon turned into finger-banging, which soon became hard core backseat fucking. He still lived with his mother, so we christened his car 24/7. A couple months later, Brice's college girlfriend, whom I had no idea about, came home for the holidays and he proposed to her. I was so hurt that I cried myself to sleep for two months straight. But whatever. I thought I was so in love with him until I finally started fucking other dudes and I realized I could get it from anywhere. Now I was nowhere near like my girl Jessica, but I had my share of stories.

  "Ma! What the fuck?!"

  "Morgan watch your fucking mouth! You ain't grown yet! I told you I'm coming!"

  "You said that an hour ago!"

  "You know what, go on your own. Here is my card!"

  She threw that shit at me so hard; if I didn't want to use her money, I would've chucked it back. My mom and I had a love-hate relationship. I loved her, don't get me wrong, but if we weren't related we definitely would be enemies. I hopped up from the couch and rushed out the door, slamming the screen.

  "Morgan what the fuck!" I laughed ‘cause I knew I did that shit on purpose.

  I hopped in my mom’s silver Lexus and reversed fast as fuck. I had all the windows down, so I fired up a blunt. I loved to get high; that shit just had me feeling laid back and worry free. I started smoking after that Brice shit happened, because it would make me care less about it.

  "Go muthafucka!" I hated when niggas slowed to 0 mph to make a fucking right.

  I was parking at the mall 10 minutes later and hopped out fast. I was ready to buy something super sexy. I needed me a nigga like Michael, aka a for sure money having nigga. I was no longer looking for a good dude, because they all turned out the same.

  I was looking at the dresses and they all had sparkles on them. I was not the sparkly type.

  "This one would look great on you."

  I turned around to see the sexiest nigga I've ever seen in my life. He was tall, about 5'9, brown-skinned and muscular, but the lean kind–not the body builder type. He reminded me of Blair Underwood, but surprisingly better looking. He had on slacks and a button up so I knew he had what they called a good job with benefits. I could tell he was older than me, not 21 older but like mid-thirties older.

  "You think so?!" I said as I leaned on the clothing rack, poking my hip out just a little.

  I had on the shortest shorts and a loose-fitting crop top. My long black hair was hanging down and lightly touching the exposed area between my shirt and shorts. I was slim thick, and I loved it.

  He licked his lips and said, "I know so."

  "And how do you know what would look good on me?" I put my thumb inside the top part of my shorts and let the other four hang out the front.

  He chuckled. "’Cause I've been eying you and I just know. Now can I have your number?"

  "Why should I give you my number?"

  "’Cause it'll change your life and if you don't, you'll regret it."

  Enough said. And I believed his ass too. I read off my number as he typed it into his phone.

  "What's your name, young lady?"

  "Morgan. Yours?"

  "Brandon," he smiled, and had the most perfect set of teeth.

  I watched him as he walked away. My panties were drenched and all we had was light conversation.

  I bo
ught the dress he suggested. It was short and flared out at the middle of my thigh. The back was open in a V shape all the way down, stopping right at the top of my ass. The sides were open, showing a little side boob, and the front had a low V shape, showing just enough cleavage. I was gon’ kill these niggas.

  Chapter One: Jessica Leon

  I know y'all been waiting for a bitch. Haha. I'm sure you all think I'm some little slut, but I don't really care. I used to be all holy and shit too. I used to want to save myself for the guy I was gonna marry and blah blah blah. You know what fucked that up? Yeah you guessed it. A weak ass nigga that I gave my all to.

  His name was Kendon King, and I looooooved his ass. Tall, dark-skinned, perfect teeth, green eyes, and skinny with a big dick. Just the sound of his name still makes me feel like I'm on a roller coaster. I met him when I was 15, and it was instantly game over. We were like Siamese twins. I couldn't wait to marry him. He used to always want to have sex, and I always declined because I wanted to do it the "right way." One day at school, it was a crowd around the janitor’s closet, and I broke through to see what was up. Low and behold, here comes the love of my life walking out with some hoe named Gina. I was devastated. I cursed his ass out and he basically told me if I wasn't gon’ do it someone else would. Just like the dumb ass and in love 15 year old that I was, I gave him the pussy. I invited him over while my grandma was at work, and it was history.

  We were kissing all hard and passionate while butt ass naked in my small ass twin bed. I tried to prolong that shit ‘cause I was scared to get fucked. I heard all kinds of stories from my cousins about how bad that shit hurt. Kendon, of course, got tired of kissing and roughly pulled my legs apart. He had the biggest dick ever. He pushed one of my legs back and then pressed the other one outward so my legs were open as wide as possible. He rammed his dick in me and I screamed out in pain. He covered my mouth and kissed all over my face as he continued to stroke my insides. After all the pain subsided, I came all over his dick. He removed his hand from my mouth and asked me to get on top. I tried to protest, but it didn't work. I climbed on top and after unsuccessfully riding him, he held onto my waist and pummeled into me hard and fast until we both came again. After that, I was doing it all, sucking his dick, anal, anything he wanted. I found out he was still fucking around and I was furious. I put my morals aside for that bastard and he still fucked me over. I cursed him out, blacked his eye, and never talked to him again. I found out I was pregnant, but I deaded that shit immediately. Ever since then, I realized I was gon’ do these niggas how they do us! I have no love for these niggas.