by Brandie
“I’ve waited so long for this,” she whispered between kisses, blowing hot air into my ear, and making my dick want to pop. “I promise all those other girls won’t mean nothing after tonight.”
Other girls? Little did she know, she would be my first.
Once she had all my clothes off, she sucked and licked my nipples like a dude would do to a woman. I was about to skeet her ass into the ceiling when she put my above-average-sized dick in her mouth.
“Oooh, oh, oh, shiiit!” I moaned. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and tried to bury my face in the pillow. “Girl, if you don’t want me—ohhhh—to nut in your mouth, you betta stop.”
Taking heed to my warning, she slid her body on top of mine. “Here, put this on.”
I wanted to feel that thang bareback, but I put it on at her request. I tried to lay into her nice and smooth, but her pussy was tight, like brand new. She couldn’t see the big-ass smile I was wearing.
She was pushing on my stomach. “Sssttt, it hurt, Money.”
Easing up, I moved back—just a little bit—not wanting to lose contact wit’ that thang. “Sorry. I don’t want to ever hurt you.” I kissed her on her forehead as I held onto her hips, trying to spread her open as far as she could go, so that I could fit without hurting her. Wiping sweat off my forehead, I proceeded to push on it.
“Ahhh, Money, ummmm.” Her nails scratched my forearms. I put my arm around her waist and arched her back so that she was as close as possible to my chest, to comfort her.
“Damn, Luvly, yo’ pussy so goddamn tight.” I was slobbering, catching the drool with one of her breasts between my hungry lips.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, stopping me from pushing all the way inside of her. All I could think about was, how deep does it run? Good thang I had on a rubber; I busted the quickest, strongest nut—ever.
My young mind was gone. I was in love with not only her pussy, but with her beauty and passion for me as well. After that night, Luvly became my canvas—no matter who came along my way or hers.
Diamond heard rumors in the street about us fuckin’ in his bed on more than one occasion, but he kept his distance from me. I guess she had put that thang down on him as well.
* * *
If all else failed, my future would be bright, thanks to my grandparents, my backbone. Mama Gene and Papa Sam had money. Lots of money. Papa Sam was the one that named me Money. When I was born, he said, “One day this boy gon’ bring all us a lot of money.” Papa Sam played my birthday and hit the lottery for 2.5 million dollars. I’ve never needed for anything since but attention, the attention of a mother.
My mother left me a long time ago. She let a man turn her on to drugs. I just can’t see problems getting that damn bad. I remember she came back to visit me one summer when I was six, right before school started. I really thought she was going to be my mother and raise me. My grandfather gave her five hundred dollars to buy me some school clothes. When we got to the mall, she told me to pick out some stuff while she went to the bathroom. She never came back.
The police called my grandparents, but Moe, Chinoe’s dad, came and picked me up. He hugged me, told me everything was going to be okay, and kept me at his house that night and for the next week. Moe filled the shoes of my absent father. He was always at my little league football games and even at my first girl-boy dance. He’s the one who sat me and Chocolate down together and talked about what to expect our first time having sex and falling in love. And Ma, Chinoe’s mother, had been my mother, always giving me love and showing me compassion. Once I go pro, there will be no limit as to what I would do for all of them.
No mother should damage her child’s life. Me, being a real man, I needed that sweet love from a woman. Seal did her best as a mother figure. I guess not having a real mother is the reason I used girls like I changed my drawers. Not having any respect came from not having the one woman that’s supposed to be my everything—be nothing.
Hoes loved me and my boys. Shit! We were jocks, the most popular, everything. We were what every young boy dreamed of becoming.
Chocolate, looking for a pot of gold, had shit screwed up, if you asked me. Hell! Screw these chics and find gold on the way. That was my theory, and I stuck wit’ it.
My plan was to go to FSU, ball for them white folks, and go pro after two years. Yeah, that was my plan.
Chapter Five
Chocolate
It was 6:20 p.m., and I knew Money would be on time and ready to roll. Looking through my closet, I was thinking, should I pimp my Fubu nylon outfit or my Polo gear? It’s Friday, and I knew chics were going to be lining up for me to choose. Fresh Fubu it was. Maybe my pot of gold would come sooner than later.
After jumping out of the shower, lotioning up and splashing on some Nautica cologne, I heard a loud engine in front of the house. Before running to the front room to see who it was, I heard another car pull up.
Caymin met me at the door, with Joslen right behind her. Why do girls always show up without calling? They would avoid a lot of confrontations if they followed a few simple rules.
“Chinoe, who is that?” Caymin asked, pointing at Joslen getting out of the car.
“Just go in the house.”
Caymin walked in the house way too easy. I knew her nosy ass would be hanging on every word from behind the door, so I walked out into the yard to meet Joslen.
“What’s up, baby girl? Why you poppin’ up wit’out callin’?”
“My cousin live around the corner, so I thought I would just stop by and see you,” she answered innocently.
“Your cousin, huh? Well, this isn’t your cousin’s house. Next time, boo, why don’t you call me first?”
“Chinoe, I may be young, but I’m not stupid. You don’t have to play me stupid, okay.”
Joslen was cute, but there were no strings attached.
“J, look, as you can see, I have company; so I’ll hit you later.” Running my fingertips across her chin, her young naïve eyes filled with tears. She turned and walked away.
“What’s up, Dena? How you doing?” Her older sister rolled her eyes and turned up her nose.
“Chinoe, you full of shit! Leave my little sister alone. She young and don’t need no trifling-ass nigga fucking up her life; leave her alone!”
“She looks like a big girl to me; she can make her own decisions,” I said, winking my eye. “Check y’all later. Be safe.”
I walked back in the house rubbing my head and heard things being shuffled around in my room. I quickly, but quietly, walked around the corner to my room. Caymin didn’t hear me come in the house because she was too busy going through papers on my dresser. I stood at the door, watching her talk on her cell phone and ramble like a rat for cheese.
“Well, this is his muthafuckin’ girlfriend and—”
“Bitch, please. Chinoe ain’t goin’ nowhere but between these legs so—”
“Caymin,” I yelled. “Whatchu doin’?” It scared the shit out of her, and she jumped, dropping the phone.
“You scared the shit out of me. I was—ahmmm—I was looking for a piece of paper and pen to write with.”
“Caymin, what’s wrong with you? I told you I didn’t like all this psycho shit.” I snatched up her purse and cell phone and grabbed her by the arm. “Come on. You leavin’.”
She scrubbed her feet on the ground like a mad dog. “Chinoe, why you got to lie to me and do me so wrong?” She had a balled-up piece of paper in her hand. I snatched it from her.
“Why you always lookin’ for shit, Caymin? Gotdamn!” I pushed my finger into her forehead, wanting to knock the shit out of her. “Get yo’ shit and get out!” I had to check myself because my volume and tone got out of control.
She fell to the ground like a wounded doe. “Chinoe, I have put up with your shit long enough. I thought I had to be mighty special for you to choose me over Nikki. But I guess she was the lucky one to be out of your life.” She started wiping her tears away with the back of her h
ands. I felt like picking her up and hugging her, telling her everything was going to be all right—but it wasn’t.
“Caymin, give me your hand.” I said, standing over her. “Come on, give me your hand. Come on, get up, baby.” She just looked up at me with red eyes. She was so beautiful, her warm, caramel skin so smooth, like butter.
Pulling her to her feet, I hugged her tightly as she put her arms around my neck and pressed her soft body against my hard chest, six-pack, and my hardness. She slowly kissed my ear lobe, then my cheek. “Chinoe, please don’t treat me like this.” She continued to place kisses on my cheek then to my weakest spot—my neck.
I grabbed her waist and squeezed her close to my body. She smelled like sweet peaches and crème ready for me to taste. Moving backwards toward my waterbed, we fell. The motion seemed to open her legs up to my body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, shoes rubbing up and down my back. I kissed her wildly.
“Baby,” she said, holding me tighter, “make love to me. I know you said you wanted to wait, but, Chinoe, I’m so ready to be with you.”
Damn! I wanna hit this worse than ever. She was smelling and looking so good, lying on my black silk sheets. Placing my fingers over her lips, trying to hush her thoughts away and kissing her lips down to her neck, I slipped her spaghetti straps off her shoulders. The stereo was thumping R. Kelly’s “Bump and Grind” re-mix. Perfect timing.
Caymin started grinding up against my dick. The little skirt she had on allowed me to feel her warmth and wetness through her panties and my nylons. Tracing her inner thigh with the slow motion of my fingertips, I played with the side of her panties, making sure she was ready. I licked my fingers and rubbed them against her clit, putting one finger inside her. She started moving back and forth, using my finger like it was my dick. Her moans grew louder. I licked the finger that was inside her. Then I put two fingers back inside her. She started to grind and ride my fingers harder—faster. She was wet as a waterfall.
Caymin started grabbing for my pants, but I moved her hand and held it in the air, licking her fingertips and sliding my tongue down to the crease of her arm. I sucked until a passion mark appeared. She hugged her legs around me tighter. Her breathing became erotic, like a panting wolf.
She reached for my pants again. This time I let my guard down and let her fingers find their way. She looked up at me with her big, baby-doll doe eyes. “Chinoe, I love you, now and forever. I don’t want to lose you—us.” My dick was full in her hand. “Damn, Chinoe! You so hard and big.”
Before I knew it, we were switching places. She kissed my lips and sat on top of me. She looked like a princess sitting on her throne. As she rubbed my face, I ran my fingers through her silky hair: another one of my weaknesses. She leaned her breast over my mouth, and I squeezed them together and put them both in my mouth. I knew she loved it, so I did it forcefully until I heard her cry out.
At that moment I knew that she must be my pot of gold.
Caymin slid down on my body slow and sexy, her mouth so warm and wet. The feeling was so strong, I didn’t want to let her go—out of my house or my life.
“Lord, have mercy on me.” My words were louder than a whisper.
“I will help you, Babe. I’ll give you everything you need and want; all you have to do is love me.”
Love her? I didn’t know if I loved her. Was that supposed to be part of it? “Oooh, shit.” Her full, soft lips kissed me up and down, licking from the tip of the head, circling from top to bottom, deep throating me all the way. She licked my nuts and had me about to scream. I took control of her head and forcefully pushed it up and down.
“Cum for me, baby! Cum for me!” she cried out.
I layed back and relaxed all my muscles, releasing all I had in her mouth. She swallowed gracefully, while I almost choked on my own spit.
“Damn, Caymin. Babe, you always make me feel like a million bucks.”
“Anything for you, Babe.” She slid off her purple satin panties leaving them on the floor.
She had given me head so many times before, but this time I wanted a bigger nut—inside her. I grabbed her off the floor and swung her on the bed; then rubbed my head against her pussy lips, getting ready to enter heaven.
The front door slammed shut.
“Oh, shit! Chinoe, that’s your mom.”
“I don’t care who it is. I’m ready to come inside of you and never come out,” I grunted.
“I don’t want her to see me like this.” She pushed me up and started looking for her bra and panties.
“Chocolate, I brought you some Wing King.” As my mother’s voice became clearer, I quickly put my pants back on and ran out of the room to meet her face on.
“What’s up? Why you out of breathe? Isn’t that Caymin’s car outside?” The big smile on her face told me she thought she knew what was up.
“Dog, ma, why twenty questions? She back in my room.”
“Y’all weren’t fighting were you? Chocolate, I told you I wasn’t—”
“Man, Mama, chill out. That girl a’ight.”
Caymin came around the corner. “Hi, Mrs. Starr. How are you?”
“Fine. A little better than you. Fix your shirt, it’s inside out.” Caymin smiled with embarrassment.
Mama gave me a silly smirk and walked back into the kitchen.
“Baby, you want some wings and soda?” she asked Caymin, who hugged me and gave me a kiss.
“I really wanna eat you,” she whispered in my ear. “Yes, Mrs. Starr, I would like some.”
* * *
It was going on 9:15 p.m., and it seemed like hours had passed since I almost laid my foundation with Caymin. I ain’t gon’ rush it, though; if it was meant, then it would be.
“Damn! Where is Money?” That nigga probably layed up in somebody’s pussy.
Chapter Six
Chocolate
“Come see me, Money. It’s hard not seeing you everyday. Babe, I need you.”
“All right, Salone,” Money said, frustrated, switching his cell phone from the left ear to the right. “I’ll be at the mall in fifteen minutes.” Click. Money hung up the phone like he was frustrated.
“Nigga, you need to stop. Them girls gon’ kill yo’ ass one day.”
“I got this thang under control, Dawg.”
“Do you, my nigga? So when you leavin’ for FSU?” I asked, not wanting to go into the same old debate.
“Well, training camp starts August tenth.”
“Damn, nigga, that’s less than a month.”
Damn, my main nigga was about to be out the door. It was gonna be weird not having him by my side, I guess. I could use his moving down there as an advantage. I could visit Tallahassee and meet new people, maybe find my piece of gold.
“Man, I’m proud of you. I know Mama and Papa Loane are, too.”
“Yeah, they all excited. I’m just sorry that my niggas ain’t gonna be there. I hate trying to blend in, being the new cat. But looking on the bright side; new bitches.” He gave us a wide smile.
“Man, you gon’ be tight. You know how to ball. Just go down there and show them oranges how these peaches squeeze.”
We gave each other a College Park handshake.
* * *
We pulled into Southlake Mall. I knew who we were there to see. Shit, I just wanted some free clothes.
We jumped on the escalator heading to Dollwear. On the way down the aisle, I happened to look downstairs and see the most beautiful creature. I kept my mouth closed; knowing Money would want to try his luck. So I let him walk in front of me.
“Aye, Money, I’ll be in . . . in a minute.”
He looked around trying to see what I had spotted. “A’ight den, nigga.”
With my eyes glued to her, I walked to the escalator, taking in her long, jet-black hair and smooth, honey-caramel skin. She looked like she was beautifully mixed with Indian or Samoan, but I knew she was definitely glazed with black sweetness.
She was well shaped. Her hips stuc
k out, not protruded—just thick, shapely thighs, and a butt that sat perfectly plump. Her stomach wasn’t ironing board flat; it was molded into her thick and juicy frame. As I got on the escalator, I saw her heading towards a store named Lerner’s. I hoped she was by herself. Shooot! I didn’t even care; she was just that beautiful. I was gonna step to her anyway. “Damn, this escalator packed and moving slow as hell.”
Two little boys were eating ice cream and jumping around like they were on the playground. I wanted to smack their bad asses.
“Shit!” Those bad motherfuckers wasted ice cream on my shoes, I noticed as I stepped off the escalator.
Their mother covered her mouth. “Oh, young man, I am so sorry.” She knelt down and started wiping my shoes.
“Ma’am, that’s all right, thank you. No problem.” I shoulda beat the hell outta those bad-ass kids. My Timberlands were stained, but I was pressed for a meeting with a queen.
I walked into Lerner’s. I didn’t see her in the front, so I walked toward the back counter, hoping that she was around the corner: maybe in the dressing room. “Ma’am, did a young lady with long, jet-black hair, caramel complexion just come in here?”
“I don’t know, but you can ask the salesgirl at the register; she might have assisted her.”
Let’s see if the register girl knows anything. Her back was towards me, but something about her looked familiar. “Excuse me Miss, but did you happen to see a young lady come in here with a purple T-shirt and blue jeans?”
As she turned around, I turn to scan the store once more.
“I think she—”
I turned back around, meeting eye to eye with her. “DAMN!!” I wished I was still at the bottom of the escalator with the mommy and the two bad-ass boys.
Chapter Seven
Money
Salone, lookin’ good in dem Calvin Klein jeans and black, fitted halter-top, didn’t see me walking up behind her ’cause she was wit’ a customer. The lady started smiling because I was holding a single long stem rose. I put my fingers to my lips to shush her. I grabbed Salone by the waist and kissed the nape of her neck. She turned around and caught me with a soft punch to the stomach.