"Jess! Dinner is ready."
"Okay grandma I'll be there in a second!"
I looked in the mirror with my dress for tonight plastered to me. It was a simple tube top dress, nothing special; plus I was bad–no need for all the extras. I didn't have parents with money like Nic or Morgan, so I had to settle for what I already had. I couldn't wait to get to Michael's party, because I was about to definitely pull something. I filled my clutch with one condom, then added two more in case shit got freakier. I was a freak, but no nigga ever came up in this pussy raw. I wouldn't even suck dick raw, I had flavored condoms for that. Last nigga I fucked raw dog was Kendon, and you see where that got me.
"Jess!"
"Alright I'm coming! Fuck!" I said under my breath.
I ran down stairs to eat, and then I started my get ready process. Tonight was gon’ be epic as fuck! And I was beyond ready!
Chapter Two: Nic Fuller
Tonight was the night, and I was scared as hell. I rushed home after school and locked myself in my room to watch porn until it was time to get ready. Morgan was pissed that I couldn't shop with her, but I needed to bring my A-game for Michael tonight. I had purchased my outfit a whole month in advance and it was perfect. I had on white laced panties and the matching bra. I had on a skin tight baby pink dress that stopped about 2 inches under my ass with nude stilettos. I never wore any heels this high before, but I needed to show Michael's people he wasn't messing with some little girl. My waist length hair was pressed bone straight and bumped at the ends. I had a part straight down the middle like Kourtney Kardashian wears. My lips were nude and my makeup was that "natural" look. I was looking good as hell. My feet were already starting to hurt, so I sat on my bed and texted Morgan to see if she was on her way.
"Well you look pretty," my mom said, leaning on my room door knob.
"Thanks mom." I gave her a half smile.
"Why don't you take Dani?"
"I hadn't really planned on taking her. Plus she is 16, ma!"
"So, she is only a year younger than you!"
"This party is really upscale and grown, I don't think she would fit in."
"Well if it's that grown maybe you shouldn't go." She folded her arms across her chest.
I blew out hot air in irritation. "Fine! Fine! Tell her she can come! Ugh!"
"Good. I'm sure you guys will have a good time together," she smiled.
"Whatever."
I hated that she tried to force Danielle and I to hang out. She was my cousin, but she was annoying as hell. She was too ghetto for my liking, and I have some pretty ghetto ass friends, so for her to be more than that, you know she extra. She is that girl that tries to give lap dances at a family Christmas party. All the shit you don't do is what she does!
"You lucked up, Danielle is sick," my mom peeked her head in.
I rolled my eyes.
"And Morgan is honking in front of the house like a damn fool, so please hurry and go!"
I ran past my mother so fast that I damn near broke my ankle. I forgot I was wearing these muthafucking high heels.
"You want your flats to bring along?"
"No ma! I'm not 14! I can wear heels all night, okay!"
I slammed the front door. I got in the car, and Christy and Jessica were in the back seat texting away. Morgan turned on "Bitches N Marijuana" by Chris Brown and Tyga and we were on our way, twerking in our seats and singing along. I loved these bitches!
***
We arrived at the party in about 30 minutes. It was held at this big ass mansion with a two-sided, winding staircase. Michael said it belonged to one of his teammate’s parents. The floors were shiny and white, and I felt like I would slip at any moment in these damn shoes. I should've maybe brought my flats like my mom suggested.
"Nic I want to thank you ahead of time mami, because I'm about to have the time of my life." Jessica was damn near salivating at all the niggas here. I knew once they saw her and heard that Spanish accent, they'd be putty in her hands. She was Afro-Cuban, so she looked black and spoke Spanish.
"Damn, can we be together for two seconds Jessica, before you run off?"
"We rode together Christy, that's enough baby," and with that, she strutted off in the skimpiest little tube top dress I had ever seen and shoes that I'm pretty sure strippers wear.
"There's Michael, Nic," Morgan pointed.
I turned quickly and spotted my nigga walking up to me, looking beautiful as fuck. Tall, dark-skinned, perfect teeth, and built like a muthafucka.
"Hey baby girl, you look good as hell tonight," he smirked.
"Thanks honey."
"I want you to meet some of my friends."
I walked away with Michael and was scared as hell to meet his college friends. I didn't want them to think I was some little girl.
"Hey fellas, this is my girl, Nic."
"Nic? Isn't that a guy’s name?" some super thick bitch scowled.
"Well obviously not if that's my name and I'm a girl," I fake smiled.
She paused as if she couldn't believe I talked to my "elder" that way as the guys chuckled.
"She is gorgeous man," one guy said.
"Thanks man. I know."
"Let's go dance babe," I suggested.
We danced for a bit and once they played “Rocket” by Beyoncé, it was time to slow dance. Michael towered over me and hugged my waist tightly.
"I have a surprise for you tonight," I whispered in his ear.
"Mmmm and what's that?"
I grabbed his hand and led him up to the room upstairs. Once in the room, I took my purse into the bathroom and changed into the lingerie set I bought. I walked out and posed at the door frame. A smile spread across his face.
"You look beautiful Nic. Come here." He sat up on the bed.
I walked over slowly, trying to be sexy at the same time. I was scared as hell, so I'm sure it didn't look too sexy. Once I sat down, he eased his hand behind my head slowly and we began to kiss. He started to plant soft kisses on my neck, and my pussy started to throb. I was feeling this. He removed the straps of my lingerie set and began to devour my nipples. I was feeling so good and couldn't believe what I had been missing out on all these years. He got off the bed and laid me back while removing my thong in one swift motion.
"Is the door locked?!" I was a little scared that someone would come in.
"Yeah," he said, not taking his eyes of my freshly waxed kitten. "It's so pretty."
I thought that was strange that he thought my vagina was pretty, but whatever.
"Oh! Michael." He began to dip his tongue in and out of my opening.
He pushed and held my legs back with force so that I couldn't move as he devoured my pussy.
"Ah, oh my God!" I moaned.
I let loose all over his mouth, and he licked up every bit like a dog drinking a fresh bowl of water. He stood up and dropped his already unzipped slacks, and his boxer briefs came down right after. His dick was a cool size, not what I expected. He took a condom out of his wallet and slid it on with ease. He climbed in the bed in between my legs and began to kiss me passionately. His tongue felt so good. He kissed me for about 3 minutes straight, allowing his manhood to simply bask in my wetness.
"You ready?" I shook my head yes, and he slowly slid into me and I inhaled.
"Breathe baby," he instructed.
He struggled to fully fit himself in me, and it hurt like hell.
"Ah, wait," I stopped him.
He stopped to look me in my eyes. His perfectly chiseled face caused me to tell him to keep going. I was moaning so loud at the pain and very little pleasure I was experiencing.
"I love you Nic."
"I love you..t..Too...Michaeeellll," I could barely get it out.
He continued to make love to me until he came and grunted so loud and hard it scared me. Thank God I came earlier when he ate me out, because I definitely did not get off just now.
"Ah babe. That was great," he said out of breath as he collapsed bes
ide me.
I just stared at the ceiling with a sore vagina and regret. I glanced over at Michael, and he was smiling and still exhaling heavy.
Chapter Two: Christy Franks
I had been texting Trenton the whole time at the party. I glanced up a few times looking for Nic, and when I didn't see her I knew she was upstairs getting her back blown out. I couldn't wait to hear the story.
"What's up lil mama?" I turned around to see some old dried up ass nigga cheesing at me.
"Nothing at all," I replied with the most attitude I could muster up.
"You been on your phone all night baby, why don't you come dance?"
"Look don't waste your time. I'm taken." He frowned and walked away from me.
I rolled my eyes because he was beyond wack. I heard loud laughing, and I looked over to see Jessica hugged up with some guy. You could tell he was definitely on the basketball team. He was cute as hell, but not my type at all. I was into thug niggas. My phone started to ring, and I saw it was Trenton.
"Hello?" I answered.
"What's up baby? Why don't you let me scoop you?"
I looked over my shoulder, "I can't, this is my girl’s dude’s party."
"Damn so you gon’ leave me hanging?"
I was quiet as I looked around the party and it was really going up.
"Okay, fine. I will text you the address."
"See you soon."
I hung up and bit my lip, thinking of how I was gon’ be getting dicked down in a bit.
"Michael!"
I turned quickly to see what hood rat was calling my girl’s man. She was skinny, about 5'8, light-skinned and had her brown curly hair in a messy bun on top of her head. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, stilettos, and a white tight fitting V neck. The V necks that cost $200 plus, but look just like the ones from H&M. She was beautiful, and you could tell she had money.
"Michael?! Where the fuck are you?!"
The way she was calling his name, I knew she was either his bitch or his sister and I had a gut feeling that it wasn't the latter. I decided to go over there, because if she decided to get froggy with Nic I was gon’ beat her ass.
"Hi I'm Christy, is something wrong?"
She turned to me still frowning "Yes, I'm wondering why my nigga told me he was going out of town for his birthday and then I find out he having a house party!" she said, getting louder with the last sentence and hoping he heard.
"I'm sorry, Michael is your man?"
"Yes, he is! Why?! Who are you?"
"Well I'm his girlfriend’s best friend. The girlfriend he's had for 3 years," I smiled.
You could see in her face she became instantly heated. On cue, Michael and Nic came walking hand in hand down the winding staircase. Once Michael spotted this girl, he dropped Nic's hand and bucked his eyes.
"Bria?! What you doing here?"
"No nigga what are you doing here? I thought your mother bought you a plane ticket to the Bahamas?! You a fucking liar, Michael!"
Nic looked confused as fuck. "Michael, who is she?!" Nic asked, pointing to Bria.
"I'm his bitch!"
"His bitch? What the fuck is she talking about, Michael?!"
He dropped his head and Nic rushed down the stairs to leave.
"Nic! Wait!" He ran after her and grabbed her arm.
She turned around with tears in her eyes. "No Michael! I can't believe you! We are done!"
The Bria chick walked up and grabbed Michael. She pulled him away, and he never took his eyes off Nic.
"Christy! Let's go." I looked over to see Trenton with his best friend Kendrick.
Kendrick King was the king of the drug game in Baltimore. He was toffee-colored, perfect teeth, dark green eyes, perfect body and was 100% thug. If I didn't love Trenton, I would definitely be trying to fuck with him. Nic stormed past them out the front door, and Kendrick grabbed her arm.
"Nigga let me go!"
He smiled, showing his sexy dimples. "What's your name, pretty?"
Almost as if he hypnotized her, she replied shyly. "Nic."
"I like that, why don't you ride out with us?"
"I don't even know you."
"But you know me, c'mon Nic. Morgan can drive Jess home," I chimed in.
"Okay," she said, smiling at Kendrick. We all walked out and hopped in his car.
Chapter Two: Jessica Leon
I heard all the commotion and I just knew it was Christy beating some bitch up. I was surprised to see Nic was in the middle of the shit. I told her time and time again that Michael was getting pussy elsewhere if she wasn't giving it to him. She would always say "He's not like that." Hate to say I told her so, but I did. All the girls in the room stopped to stare at the door, and that's when I saw Christy's dude and Kendon's older brother Kendrick. My stomach dropped thinking that Kendon might be with them.
As horrible as he did me, I still loved his ass and no matter how many niggas I fucked, it wouldn't go away. After I found out he was still cheating and I blacked his eye, he transferred schools and I never saw him again. I knew that he, his brother Kendrick, and their oldest brother Kendreeis were kings of the drug game out here in Baltimore. Ironically, their last name was King. All the bitches wanted a King brother. Whenever chicks would talk about wanting to be wifed by one of them, I would act disgusted because I hated Kendon so much for breaking my heart.
"You see that shit?!" Morgan ran up to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah! Them hoes left us too!"
When I saw Kendrick grab Nic's arm, I thought if she bags him she is gon’ have a gang of haters. Nic was sweet and I didn't feel she was built to be wifey to a nigga like Kendrick. All the girls wanted him and half these hating niggas wanted him dead. Although the middle brother, he was the head of the operation. Their father Kairio and uncle Kylin, were the main heads, but they stepped down a little and passed everything down to Kendrick, who they felt was best suited. How do I know this? I told y'all I still love Kendon, so I still keep up with the street gossip about him!
"Let's go Jess, I'm going to visit someone so I'm gonna drop you off." Morgan pulled me from the handsome guy I was flirting with towards the door. I followed without protest, because after seeing Kendrick my mind was racing with thoughts of Kendon.
"Who the fuck you going to see tonight?!" I asked once we were in the car.
"I met this dude earlier today, not a thug though. Clean cut guy."
I rolled my eyes. Clean cut niggas made my stomach hurt. All they wanted to do was make love and only in missionary.
"Ugh! Morgan why?!"
She laughed as she made a left turn. "He's older though, Jess. Like in his 30's."
"Ohhhh so you saw dollar signs."
"Kind of."
Ten minutes later, we were at my house. She parked and we smoked two blunts before I got out and let her go. I laughed ‘cause she always tried to distance herself from being "like me," but she was almost just as bad. Morgan had a hot pussy too at times, except she tried to have relationships and I wanted one night stands.
I walked in the house and plopped down on the couch. I took off these high ass heels and massaged my own foot for a bit.
"Damn I could use a dude right now," I said to myself.
I hadn't had a steady boo in a year since Kendon. Every dude I dealt with these days were one time onlys. I picked my heels up and took them to my room. I changed clothes and made a bowl of cereal. While I was eating in my bed, I scrolled through my phone and stopped at Kendon's number. I was going to text him and see if it was still active. I saw it was 2:30 am, so I decided against it. Plus, he fucked me over. Fuck him. I took my bowl to the sink and went to sleep with him on my mind.
Chapter Two: Morgan Garrett
I dropped Jessica off around 1:30 am and headed to see Brandon. I was scared as hell, because he was obviously grown. I was used to these young dumb niggas, but not a man. I finally arrived at the address he texted me. It was really nice and big; too big for him to live
there alone. I got out the car and smiled at the fact that I had on the dress he picked out for me. I knocked on the door, and it was the longest five seconds of my life. He opened the door and had on pajama pants with no shirt. His body was super nice, and I just hoped I wasn't drooling.
"Hey Morgan, come in."
I walked in, looking around in amazement. "Your house is beautiful."
"Thank you. Would you like a drink?"
I paused ‘cause I did want a drink, but I needed him to know I was seventeen and my birthday wasn't until June next year.
"Brandon, I would like a drink but do you know I'm 17?"
"I figured you were young. Now what would you like?" he asked as he walked to his kitchen and I followed.
"Surprise me!"
"Okay. I hope it's not too strong for you."
I spun around on the bar stool to look at the house more. "I've had my share, I'm no lightweight," I responded, and he chuckled.
"How old are you Brandon?"
"Guess."
"Uhhmmmmm 32?"
“Close. 36."
"Damn!!" I yelled out of amazement. "I'm sorry! Not that you're old or anything! You just look good for your age!"
He laughed, "Well thanks Morgan."
We got to know each other for a little bit, then went to his bedroom. "This is so nice Brandon," I said, walking around it.
I saw a jewelry box on his dresser with female jewelry in it. "Girlfriend?" I asked, holding up a bracelet.
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