by Ivy Symone
“It wasn’t,” I agreed.
“Have you ever been kissed down there?”
“Down where?” I asked stupidly. Of course I knew what he was talking about.
To make sure I knew what he was talking about he slid his hand in between my legs and rubbed me there causing me to throb and jump. My breathing almost stopped.
“What’s it doing so hot between there?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
He gave me a doubting side eye look. Then he looked down at his crotch. I could see it poking through his pants. What the hell?
“See what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
I giggled. “Make it go down! That’s nasty!”
He laughed at me. “You so damn young!”
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What was I thinking! What had I done? I allowed this man to mesmerize me and I completely lost focused. I totally forgot about being home for Jovelyn. What if Lailani wasn’t there when she got home from school? I hope that girl had enough sense to go next door to Ms. Cheryl’s house, but shame on me for forgetting about my sister.
I was a mess by the time I realized my mistake. Marcos tried his best to keep me calm. He had no problem with getting me back home as soon as possible. I had such a good time that I hated to end the day with him though. I had all kind of shopping bags in my hands. And all of it wasn’t for just me. I got Jovelyn some things as well as a couple of new things for Lailani. I even picked up a couple of shirts for Corvell and got Nikki some expensive lip gloss. I don’t know exactly how much Marcos spent on me because I stopped hanging around for the total after the first two stores. He had no problem at all with pulling out wads of cash to pay for everything.
Before I could hop out of the SUV, he pulled me back. “Wait a minute. Hold up. Don’t I get a kiss?”
I leaned over and this time without hesitation I kissed him softly on the lips. I pulled back to smile at him. “Thank you, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I’ll call you later.”
I hurried out of the car and headed down the walkway to my door. The main door was opened so someone was home. Thank goodness!
I struggled trying to get in the house with all of the shopping bags.
“Nephia!” Jovelyn jumped up from the floor. “Where have you been?”
Lailani came around the corner from the kitchen. She looked angry at first but when she saw everything in my hands, she softened. She asked anyway, “Where were you?”
“I’m so sorry!” I said apologetically.
“What’s all that, Nephia?” Jovelyn asked pointing to the bags.
I grinned and searched for the things I got her. I pulled out several articles of clothing for her. Her eyes grew big.
“Are these for me? They’re mine?” Jovelyn asked excitedly.
“Yes!” I told her.
Lailani smiled. “Where you get this from?”
Kenny started coming down the stairs.
“I got something for you too, Mama,” I told her. I started digging around for the dress I picked out for her. I also got her matching sandals.
Her eyes told me she loved it. As soon as she reached out for it, Kenny stepped in and snatched it away. “You don’t need this shit!”
I looked at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”
“She ain’t taking this shit. Neither is Jovi. Put that shit down!” he barked.
Jovelyn looked as though she would cry. It had been a long time since any of us had anything new to wear.
“Why?” Lailani wanted to know.
Kenny turned to me and demanded to know, “Did you steal this?”
“No!” I said in a more defensive tone than I intended.
“Who the fuck was that you just got out the car with?” he asked.
“A friend!” I shouted.
“Who the fuck you shouting at?”
Lailani stepped in between us. “No, no. No yelling and fighting.”
“A friend got this for me,” I said in a calmer tone.
“Give it back!” Kenny ordered.
“Why, Daddy?” Jovelyn asked through tears.
He turned to Lailani. “I just seen her out the window kissing some boy. You got her turning tricks now?”
“No!” Lailani answered adamantly. “Never. Nephia, how you get this?”
“I told you, my friend,” I told her. I could feel myself on the verge of tears.
“You have sex for these?” Lailani asked. Disappointment clouded her face.
I shook my head. “No, Ina.”
“And you don’t think that’s what he’s expecting in return?” Kenny countered.
I wanted to ask him what was he expecting in return but I said nothing. I looked at my mama desperately to see what she wanted me to do.
“Take things to your room. I’ll be there to talk with you,” Lailani said.
I looked at Jovelyn and asked, “Can you help me get these upstairs.”
Sniffling, she eagerly obliged.
I didn’t bother with putting the things away until I was sure my mama would be okay with it. It didn’t stop Jovelyn from modeling her things though. She was really happy with what I got her. I didn’t want to have to take them back from her.
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Lailani talked with me after we ate dinner. I insisted that I wasn’t having sex. She asked me if I intended on having sex soon. I thought that was odd. I told her I didn’t have intentions of having sex yet. She asked me who was the friend that I was with earlier. I told her he wasn’t a boyfriend, just a friend that wanted me to have nice things. Just as Kenny tried to say downstairs, she also told me that guys didn’t just do things like that for no reason. He would want something in return. Deep down inside I knew that was the case. I was hoping Marcos would be understanding and not pressure me.
Lailani told me we could keep the things. She told me to hold onto her gifts. She didn’t want Kenny upset. I understood. I hated that I lied to her though. I told her that Jovelyn and I was spending the night at Nikki’s for the weekend and that we would be back Sunday. She was okay with that. In actuality, Marcos was coming to get me and Jovelyn and dropping her off at Nikki’s while I went on with him. I called Nikki and she was willing to cover for me…reluctantly.
I confirmed all of this by phone that night with everyone.
I don’t know what time it was when Kenny decided to join me in my bed that night. I know Jovelyn was knocked out. He startled me and I almost screamed when I awakened to find him in my bed. He had covered my mouth and put his finger up to his lips to quiet me.
When he was sure I was fully awake and wouldn’t scream he removed his hand.
“So, you giving pussy away?” he whispered.
I shook my head. I felt his hands tugging at my panties. I placed my hands over his to stop him. “What are you doing?”
“If anybody gonna get this it’s gonna be me.”
“No!” I whispered yelled.
“Shut the fuck up!” he warned. “Now move your goddamn hands.”
“I will scream,” I threatened.
“You do and I’ll kill everybody in here.”
I believed him.
I blurted out, “I’m on my period!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Please, don’t,” I begged.
He tugged my panties down leaving me open and exposed. He crawled on top of me and slid down until his head was in between my legs. I closed my eyes tight and caught my breath as soon as I felt his cold tongue invade my slit. His finger started probing until it found my opening. He licked on me and fingered me until he felt I was ready. Raising to his knees, he pushed his pajama pants down exposing his hard erection. Spreading my legs apart, he held himself as he guided it towards my opening. When I felt his head prying at my opening, I started to silently cry.
“Daddy?” Jovelyn’s voice was raspy as she tried to focus on what she was seeing.
Hearin
g her jolted him from his plan of actions. He quickly raised his pants back up and hopped out of my bed. “What is it, baby?”
“Why are you in our room? What’s wrong with Nephia?” Jovelyn asked.
Thank you baby sis!
“She was having a nightmare. I was just making sure she was okay,” he lied. “Go back to sleep, baby. Everything is alright. She’s okay.”
Jovelyn sat up and looked over at me. Even in the darkness she could sense that I wasn’t okay. “Well, I’m gonna sleep over there with her to make sure she’s okay.”
“That’s a good idea,” he said.
As Jovelyn made her way to my bed I quickly pulled my nightshirt down because I had no idea where my panties were. I moved over to make room for her. She got in the bed and wrapped her arms around me tight. She whispered, “I won’t let the boogeyman get you.”
Chapter 5
Saturday had come and I was truly welcoming of the change. I was glad to be doing something different and around different people, although mostly everyone was older than me. I learned that Bridgette was actually sixteen and Gogo was nineteen. That wasn’t too bad of an age difference. She was the only one closest in age to me. She and I hit it off well. The older ladies, a white girl named Carrie and some other mixed looking girl named Jessica didn’t take to us that well.
Carrie was there as Quan’s date and Jessica was Boogie’s date. Boogie was another friend of Marcos’s. Without much asking, I learned that Boogie, Quan and Gogo were Marcos’s ‘yes men’. They catered to Marcos’s every need without question. I also learned that Quan and Boogie were big time street drug dealers. I wasn’t really comfortable with that but Marcos assured me that this outing was strictly for fun and relaxing.
I was still curious about what Marcos did that he could carry around large wads of money and have other guys to bow down to him.
As we were leaving the movies, he grabbed me under his arms. “Did I tell you you’re looking good today?”
I blushed. “I think you did already.”
“Are you sure you’re only fourteen?” he asked again.
I nodded. I did feel kind of grown and sexy in the long fitting, wraparound, brown checkered skirt I was wearing by Christian Dior. I matched it with a bronze silk collared crop blouse that displayed my waist and stomach. I wore chunky, high-heeled, strappy sandals that I got from Gucci. I had never worn anything designer in my life. It felt really good. To top it off you couldn’t tell me nothing with the brown Gucci bag I was carrying. I had my hair twisted up and held by a claw clip in the back allowing the rest to cascade over messy-like albeit flirty. I smelled lovely with a fruity Victoria Secret’s cucumber melon body spray and lotion, and my lips were kissed perfectly with a hint of Bobbi Brown lip-gloss.
I found myself enamored by Marcos by the time we made it to dinner. I felt good around him. He constantly told me how pretty I was. He couldn’t resist touching me either. Unlike Kenny, Marcos’s attention seemed affectionate. He made me giddy and gave me butterflies. Besides, he was a lot better to look at than Kenny.
We went to this place called Delgado’s. It was a classic American restaurant with South American specialty dishes thrown in the mix like fried plantains or Pantacones as Marcos pronounced for me. I ate Filipino dishes so trying South American dishes wasn’t going to be a terrible feat for me. So I ordered from the South American menu. I think it impressed Marcos. After I told him how good the dishes were he told me that his family owned the restaurant. It was actually Gogo’s family running the place. His father Carlos was the head chef. The place was really nice and no expense was spared making it the wonderful atmosphere that it was. The perks of eating at the family restaurant of course were I could get whatever I wanted and Marcos slipped me a frozen margarita. And I must say, it had me right!
I was feeling good and a little tipsy by the time we left. Marcos pulled me back to the third row seating of the Expedition on our way home. He wasted no time devouring me in aggressive kisses and touching me in places that had me nervous but had me hot at the same time. My young loins were screaming for more.
Before I knew it, he had my one leg thrown over his lap while his hand eased up under my skirt as he sucked on my neck and lips. I didn’t bother to stop him. He went on to hook his finger around my panties and slipped his finger inside me. He fingered me and kissed me wildly as I lost myself in the moment. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. I wasn’t sure of what I was supposed to do so I started rubbing it. He dug deeper inside me then pulled out just enough to rub my clitoris. What the hell he do that for? I grabbed his hand because it was too much to bear.
“Stop,” he whispered to me. I wouldn’t let his hand go. He bit me gently on my neck until I loosened my hold on his hand. He consoled me. “Just relax. I promise, I just wanna make you feel good.”
That’s what I was afraid of. I wasn’t sure if my young mind was ready for this. Had I mentioned in all of this I was only fourteen?
Marcos removed his hand from under my skirt and looked to Boogie who was driving. “Llévame hombre casa. Tengo que cuidar mi amor derecha.”
“English, nigga!” Boogie said looking in the rearview mirror at Marcos’s reflection.
Gogo laughed. “Take the nigga home!”
Boogie asked in a serious tone, “Home, nigga?”
Marcos nodded. “Mi casa!”
“You sure?” Boogie asked once more for certainty.
“Yes!”
I wanted to know why that was such a big deal.
Boogie asked, “To the big house?”
Marcos nodded. “Estoy a punto de coger a esta joven coño!”
Gogo laughed. I really needed to learn Spanish.
Marcos chuckled with a devious smirk. He looked at me and told me, “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
I opened my mouth to object, “But I gotta get back to Nikki’s.”
“They’ll be alright without you. They won’t even miss you,” he said.
“I’ve never spent the night with a boy,” I said.
“I ain’t a boy,” he said, grabbing his erection for emphasis.
I wasn’t sure about any of this.
Marcos caressed my face softly in a loving way. “You’ll be okay, baby. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I simply nodded. I let him kiss me again. For the rest of the way to his place, I just sat close to him, nuzzled into his chest. We didn’t say much. He talked on his cell phone in Spanish for a little bit. I had to learn Spanish.
When Boogie pulled up to a gated property I was a little thrown. I couldn’t see the actual house but I assumed it was Marcos’s casa. Boogie punched in a code on the keypad at the gate and it opened allowing us access.
The driveway circled up to a Spanish style mansion with a front courtyard. I could see that where were three separate garages facing the front. Since it was night, lights shown on the property from the ground. The inside was lit as well. There was a big, lit up fountain in the middle of the courtyard that was too astounding for words.
I didn’t have any questions. I just let Marcos escort me out of the car. He said a few words to Boogie and Gogo before he pulled me along to the front entrance of this magnificent house.
Once inside, just standing in the foyer I could take in the beauty of the home. I still didn’t ask any questions. A middle-aged black maid in uniform approached us. “Is there anything I can get you and your guest Mr. Beauchamp?”
“Not right now, Ada,” he said. He looked back at me and reached out for my hand. “C’mon, my sweet.”
As he led me down corridor after corridor we finally made it to the west wing of the house where his bedroom was. I realized as I took in the décor along the way that Marcos had a thing for the color white. This house was white everywhere. His bedroom was like a magical winter land of ice crystals and snow.
“You can get comfortable,” he told me. He disappeared into what I assumed was a huge walk in closet.
I made m
y way over to his huge bed and sat down. In my brown clothing I felt so out of place in the sea of white. I looked around and noticed he had his own private bar in his bedroom. There was a nice stereo system imbedded in the wall. I didn’t see a television anywhere and assumed he didn’t have one in the bedroom.
Marcos came back out of the closet in only a pair of white boxer briefs. All of his jewelry was gone except for the princess cut diamond earrings in his ears and the white gold chain with the diamond cross pendant around his neck.
I wasn’t sure if he worked out regularly but his body couldn’t be the way it was by genetics only. Even his legs were powerfully muscular. And I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his print poking out at his boxer briefs.
“I told you to get comfortable,” he told me. He knelt down before me and began removing my sandals. “Do I gotta do it for you?”
I didn’t say anything. I just watched him do it.
“I know you got a ton of questions for me,” he said, as he remained focused on undressing me.
“You’ll tell me whatever you want me to know,” I said.
“In due time, I’ll tell you everything. I just gotta make sure you’re the one,” he said. He began unbuttoning my crop top.
“The one for what?” I asked.
“The one to share my life with.”
“Don’t you think I’m too young? I got four more years of school before I’m even grown.”
“I wish you quit saying that,” he said. He moved in close to me to reach behind me and unfasten my bra.
“You don’t even know me, Marcos,” I pointed out.
“I will,” he said. He stared at my breasts. It was then I realized I was bare chested in front of him. It was too late to cover up but I wanted to so bad.
Let me roll with this. I leaned back on my arms and gave him a look enticing him to continue.
He licked his lips and gave me this wicked smile. He tugged at my skirt’s ties to loosen it up so it would easily slip off. Eventually, I was before him in only my white bikini panties.
As if I was some exquisite piece of art he roamed his hands over my body, gently, carefully. He massaged my handful of breasts before taking them in his mouth. This sensation was new to me, the feel of a man’s mouth on my nipples. I could tell he was enjoying this as much as it was making me feel. He started to get more aggressive causing my nipples to ache. I groaned.