by Meisha Camm
“I see what you’re saying.” I nodded.
“Good. Now let’s go get these tapes so we can start studying and mastering the art of sex.” Maria pulled out of the driveway.
At first, Maria was against my request. She finally gave in to traveling to Hampton, which was thirty minutes away, to pick up the X-rated movies.
I walked in with my head down and headed straight for the back of the store, seeing the sign that read Adult.
Maria kept shaking her head at me. Cringing at the thought of someone recognizing me made my head spin. Now that I look back, maybe, just maybe I was overreacting.
Maria simply picked up five different movies, and we were on our way out of the door.
“Now, was that so hard?” she asked, placing the key in the ignition of the car. I looked around.
“I guess not.”
“I’m hungry. Let’s stop by Burger King. Do you want anything?”
“No. I ate before you picked me up. I’m sure you worked up an appetite.”
“Yeah, you could say that.” Maria smirked.
We headed back to Maria’s house. Luckily, her mother was gone. I don’t think she would’ve cared if we were watching the tapes anyway. Maria started having sex at the age of fourteen and was way more experienced than I was ever going to be. I was sure she could teach me a thing or two. In fact, she always told me to have sex “only when you’re ready.”
“What did you get?” I asked, dumping all the tapes on her bedroom floor.
“Let’s see . . . I got Caught in the Act, Part 1 and 2, Rhonda’s Rough Ride, Pam’s Paradise, and, last but not least, Estella’s Escapades. These tapes are all a wide range of sex. Being from experience, at times I want a man to make love to me, you know, for him to be so sensual, delicate with my body and kiss every inch. Then, I want just to fuck him. I don’t mind quickies to tide me over until I can get the real meal. After watching these tapes, you’ll be a new and improved sex machine.” Maria gave me a high-five.
For the next five hours, we watched the videos. I have to admit, I was curious. She was right. I saw how couples made love, fuck like mad animals, and the quickie. More important, I witnessed all the different positions
Thomas and I could try out, my favorites being from the back, the side, using a chair with me on top facing him, and my butt facing him as I ride his dick.
“Thanks for going with me, today.” I let out a sigh of relief. I can do this.
“No problem. Besides, next week is exams, and I will be needing your expertise in US government.” Maria looked out her rearview mirror.
“I’ll be glad to help. Let me know what time is good for you.”
“Bye. I’m going to Peter’s house. I’m so horny right now I could scream.”
“I’ll call you tonight.” I giggled and got out of the car, five pages of detailed notes in my hands.
Later on that night, the phone was ringing off the hook. I was grateful to have my own telephone line. Ma would’ve had a fit with someone calling her house this time of night.
“Hello?” I answered.
It was a recorded greeting. “This is a collect call from Maria from the Virginia Beach Correctional Facility. Press zero to accept this call; otherwise, press the number four to listen to more options.”
I quickly pressed the number zero.
“Maria, what’s going on?” I asked in a frantic tone. I had the cordless glued to my ear and was trying to find anything in sight to put on.
“I’ll explain later. Do me a huge favor and call this phone number for me, 440-6294. It’s the number to a local bail bondsman I know. His name is Carl Bullard. Tell him to meet me down here. If you can get out the house, you can come get me. Mom’s drunken boyfriend pressed charges on me for assault.”
“I’m on the way.”
I gently nudged Pop and told him about what was going on. He figured Maria must’ve had a good reason to put her hands on a grown man. Pop gave me five hundred dollars in cash and promised that he would take care of Ma, just in case I don’t come back before she wakes up. I didn’t want her to worry or come down to the jail station.
Carl and I got there at the same time. It turned out he was the AA sponsor for Maria’s mother. We walked in, and I sat down as he spoke with the woman behind the desk.
“How much do I owe you?” I pulled out my red leather wallet. I only had eighty dollars plus the five hundred dollars Pop gave me.
My parents and I would do anything for Maria. She’s more of a sister to me than a friend. A few years ago, when her mother was completely out of control, my parents thought about taking her in till her mother could get back on her feet.
“Consider this one on me. Do you know exactly what happened earlier tonight and got Maria here?” he asked, holding up his arms.
“No, I don’t really know everything, except for Maria’s mother’s boyfriend pressed charges on her for assault.”
“You and I both will find out soon, because Maria is going to come out in thirty minutes.”
After Maria came out her holding cell, she was brought to us at the office. This office looked old and worn-down.
A fresh coat of paint couldn’t hurt. The table in the middle of the room was standing, not on four, but three legs. Outdated magazines were scattered across the table. I could tell so many people had been in the exact seat as Mr. Bullard. I was wondering what was going on with their loved ones.
Maria had a yellow sheet of paper with her, explaining the charges and her court date. Mr. Bullard handed her a business card with the name and number of a criminal defense attorney. Plus, he had her sign a whole bunch of papers.
Finally, he offered her a ride home, but she declined because I was going to take her home or to my home, whichever she wanted to do.
“I’m glad you’re all right.” I gave her a hug.
We walked out the building heading toward my car.
“I didn’t know PJs were the new thing to wear.” Maria laughed, trying to make light of the situation. “So tell me what happened.”
“I noticed Ma’s last no-good fly was starting to come around. She’d made all this progress, and I didn’t want Earnest bringing her down. He uses alcohol to cope with his problems, and she was trying not to continue to do the same thing. I’ve been to the AA meetings. She hasn’t been the best mother, but I still give her my full support. Well, Earnest kept coming around and his dirty magic must have worked, because Mom has started drinking again. It’s only been two weeks.
“I wonder why do I even bother with her. She started staying out till two o’clock, three o’clock in the morning or not even bothering to come home at all. Earlier tonight, I came home from Peter’s house, only to find Earnest and Ma dancing in the living room to Earth, Wind and Fire’s song, “September”, and drinking their own individual bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey.
“I immediately turned the music off. ‘Get out, the party is over,’ I yelled at him”.
“You don’t pay bills in this house.”
“Neither do you.”
“If your mother wants me to go, then I will. Otherwise, you’re wasting your breath.” He took a big gulp of his bottle of whiskey, drops pouring down his mouth.
“How could my mother even like him? He’s dirty and reeks of I’ve-been-drinking-for-a-whole-week-and-haven’tbrushed-my-teeth breath. You can smell him ten feet away. The smell lingers in the air even after he’s long gone”.
“Maria, baby, turn the music back on. We were having fun.” She snickered and pulled Earnest closer to her.
“Mom, you’re drunk. I’m so disappointed in you. You take three steps forward and thirty steps back,” I spat back in disgust and rolled my eyes at her.
“Ma stopped dancing and sat down on the brown leather couch. ‘Don’t talk to your mother that way,’ Earnest slurred.
“You can leave now, fat ass. Earnest, you look nasty with that hairy stomach hanging over your pants. Get a clue. I’ve known you for five years o
nly to witness you wearing the same shirt that is two sizes too small for you. If you don’t lose the weight, you will stay the same.”
“Turn the music back on and go about your business and leave mine alone. I don’t ever bother you.”
“You bother me every time you come over here.”
“I love your mother, and she needs me.” He ran his dirty fingers through her hair.
“At that moment, I just snapped, picking up the first thing in sight. It was an iron. As Earnest was trying to get Mom to dance again, I hit him two times over the head. It didn’t make him fall down to the living room floor.
“By this time, Mom passed out on the couch. Earnest called the cops. I hope he drops the charges, but I doubt it. During these past five years, every chance I get I belittle him. The funny thing is I’m not sorry for anything I’ve said or done to him. Now I put my hands on him, so he’s probably out to get me. My court date is April seventeenth.”
“I’ll go to court with you.” I made a left at the light on Nimmo Parkway.
“Where’s your mom at now?”
“Bawling her eyes out. She pleaded with the cops not to take me away. I don’t know who feels more sorry, her or me. Mom wanted to get me out, but I don’t want to see or talk to her right now. All my life, I’ve had to deal with a drunk as a mother. Can I stay with you for a while till I can figure things out?”
“Of course, you can.”
“Are you sure your parents won’t mind?”
“I’m positive. Have you forgotten you’re family?”
Chapter 17
Today was my last day at school. Luckily, I had to take only one exam. At Kempsville, if your final grade was above a B average, you were excused from taking the exam. AP Biology kicked my butt. I was lucky to get a C in the class. My teacher, Ms. Sion, told me, “It only gets harder from this point if you still want to be a doctor.” She thought I was a bright young lady but that maybe I should go into modeling. One day, I was going to make her eat those words when I stepped foot back into her classroom with my degree in my hand.
It had been six more days since I last spoke to Thomas. I hadn’t seen him at school because our exams were at different times. He kept calling me, but I couldn’t talk to him right now. At this point, Thomas probably thought I didn’t want him. Even Peter was calling me.
I made Maria promise me not to spill the beans to him.
This day was going to go down in history. I was going to have my first orgasm, courtesy of Thomas Cannon. I flew home to get all of the equipment. My hands were shaking as I dialed his number.
“Hello?” a voice answered the phone.
I recognized the voice. It was Ronnie, Thomas’s older brother.
“Hi, is Thomas there?”
“Who’s calling?”
“Alex.”
“Alex, just one moment, please. I’m glad you called. This boy has been nagging me to death about you. Whatever he did, he’s sorry. He’ll do anything to get back into your good graces.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“I hope you two work these things out. I’ll get Thomas for you.”
“Alex?”
“Hey, Thomas. How are you?”
“Hello, Alexis. I’m fine,” he replied with a short tone.
“We need to talk.”
“Why haven’t you returned any of my phone calls? You can’t just call or see me whenever it fits you.”
“Please, just give me ten minutes to explain. May I come over?”
“Yeah, hurry up. Ronnie and I want to go for a run,” he said, playing hard.
Deep down, I knew he was happy I bothered to call.
I arrived at Thomas’s house in seven minutes. The stoplights were kind to me. All of them were green. I took a deep breath as I rang the doorbell.
“Hey, miss lady. It’s so nice you can grace me with your presence,” Thomas said.
“Hello to you too.” I didn’t realize how pissed he would be.
“Tommy, I’m going solo on the run. Besides, I need to run a few errands. Alex, it’s nice seeing you again.”
“You as well.” I waved good-bye.
As he closed the door, I turned back around to face Thomas and his attitude.
“Follow me to my room. I’m watching Coming to America.”
This is just like in the dream. My heart was racing. Even though I watched and studied the porno videos and had Maria’s support, I was still nervous.
“I know the way,” I reminded him, lightly brushing up against his chest.
He was trying hard not to crack a smile.
“So what did you need to talk to me about?”
“You know . . . a few things.” I popped in my cassette single, “Just Me and You” by Tony, Toni, Tone, into his cassette player.
“Are you happy? Do you want to break up? Is there someone else?” he asked in agony.
“Yes, no, and no.” I gently shoved him onto his recliner chair. I kissed his neck with tiny pecks.
He tried to ignore me by watching the television, but I planned on being the main attraction this afternoon. I took off my T-shirt and jean shorts for him to discover me in a see-through white lace teddy. All eyes in the room were on me.
“Hmm, you like what you see?”
Thomas didn’t answer me with words. His mouth was wide open.
I grabbed the honey from my bag. As I continued to kiss his neck, Thomas felt on my butt. I took off his shirt, shorts, boxers, and pulled the recliner chair all the way out. I poured tiny drops of honey on his chest, and the tip of his python. I licked, and he moaned for more. I took the nine-inch in my mouth for a few strokes and caressed the tip with my tongue. With each lick, his dick got bigger and bigger.
Thomas pointed to his drawer, to get a condom out.
“Don’t worry, I got it all covered,” I replied, holding one up and untying my teddy. I got on top of him and started off slow, but it developed into a fast and deep rhythm. I wasn’t sure if I was having an orgasm, but it felt damn good.
“This is what I wanted to talk to you about,” I whispered, nibbling on his ear.
“I can hear and feel you on this discussion.”
“Let me see if you can feel this.” With all my might, I choked Thomas’s dick with my pussy walls. I don’t know how to describe this, but with each stroke, I felt a pleasurable sensation. It kept building up and up. Finally, it came, the wave of seduction as I call it. My first orgasm.
More of them followed, by Thomas and I doing it from the back, from the side, and the good ol’ missionary position. Afterward we both lay there on the bed, breathless and hardly able to move.
“Wow, that was fun,” I said, kissing him on the lips.
“Damn, girl, you know how to give it to me on a huge platter.” He grabbed my butt.
“I’m still confused, though. Why did you wait so long to talk to me?” Thomas wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Look, baby, the truth is I didn’t like it the first time we had sex. It hurt for one thing, and you came in less than five minutes. No, three minutes. Plus, my inexperience didn’t help the situation either. I’ll tell you what I did like, though.”
“What’s that?”
“I liked when you were touching my clit and massaging my breasts.” I moved away just in time so he couldn’t touch my left breast.
“They’re off limits,” I said, teasing.
“Alex, don’t play with me. Those are my breasts. I paid for them.”
“These are homegrown, not homemade.” I giggled.
“It’s so ironic. I was telling Ronnie you might be upset because of prom night. I told him how long I lasted. He was surprised you didn’t hold out much longer.” He laughed.
“You certainly made up for it today.” I rubbed on his chest in a circular motion
“I was nervous too, which probably explains why I came so fast, not to mention, your tight vagina. Look, Alex, I don’t know where this relationship is headed, but I think
I’m beginning to fall in love with you. If something is bothering you, come talk to me. I can’t stand it when I don’t hear from you.”
“Deal,” I said, sealing it with a kiss. Mission accomplished.
Chapter 18
Ma and Pop gave me a party at the house with a gift of a two-bedroom condo in Virginia Beach. I didn’t mind at all that it was twenty-five minutes away from school. In fact, the commute was my time to meditate and relax. My classes started at 7:30 in the morning, so I was going to beat the everlasting traffic across the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel. Plus, if the bridge tunnel was too backed up in traffic, I could’ve always used the Monitor-Merrimac Bridge-Tunnel.
Tonya and Carissa had the nerve to show up at my door. Both were drunk as a skunk. I got one of my cousins to slam the door in their face because he wanted to do it far more than me. I couldn’t hinder his fun.
I couldn’t figure out what Tonya was celebrating, because she didn’t even graduate. She received an A+ in dick-sucking and an F in government. I would’ve had my head down low, stayed out of everybody’s way who graduated, and get my behind in gear for summer school. Worst of all, Tonya had to pay for the classes.
I looked down at my graduation picture. It was all a blur walking across the stage, handshaking the principal, and receiving my high school diploma. It felt as if I was floating on thin air.
Ever since the age of thirteen, I couldn’t wait to pass the twelfth grade. I wanted to be grown and not have anyone, not even Ma, tell me what and when to do things. Now, it was bitter-sweet. I was happy, but scared. What if I failed all my classes or, worse, didn’t like college? I could change and waste a lot of my parents’ money. Then, I would fear death. Would I be cut off from my family forever? Would I be seen as an outcast? I didn’t want to disappoint them or myself.