Charged for His Sins

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by Natavia


  A few months ago I was at the movies on a date with my ex-boyfriend, Jamir. York found out because Samiah snitched on me not knowing I was messing with her brother. York showed up and whipped Jamir’s ass because he saw us kissing in Jamir’s car in the parking lot. Jamir had his hand down my pants while sucking on my neck. Jamir was my first in everything, but when York and I became intimate, my feelings for Jamir disappeared. York was the side dude you might as well say, but he didn’t take it too lightly. Samiah didn’t know the real reason why Jamir broke up with me. Jamir ended up going to another school because he was afraid of York. I should’ve known then what York and I had was toxic.

  “Are you sure you want to wait alone with him? He seems very dangerous,” Jaz stated.

  “Yes, it’s fine he was just playing when he came to the table earlier. York is like an annoying big brother, and he tries to sabotage my dates because of it,” I lied once more to Jaz.

  “Okay, I’ll call you soon with details of our next date,” he said as he rose out of his chair to lean over me and kiss me on my forehead. I waited a good fifteen minutes after Jaz left before I walked to the bar. York was waiting for me watching a game with Zu and Hoppa.

  “You lucky I didn’t know which car was his otherwise I would've shot his shit up since you sideswiped mine,” Zu’s crazy ass said to me.

  “You shouldn’t have been talking sh-” I didn’t get to finish all I wanted to say because York interrupted me.

  “Shut the fuck up and let’s go,” York said as he grabbed my arm, and began pulling me towards the door.

  It was funny how Samiah was hiding her relationship with Zu from York and he was hiding our situation from her.

  York was driving his Ford Expedition, I remembered his father took the tires to his Cadillac.

  “I guess you didn’t find your pops, huh?” I asked him then giggled.

  “Naw, he needs that more than I do. That nigga got an addiction that he can’t help,” York said unlocking the doors. When I climbed in, the scent of Black Ice car scent mixed with weed hit me. I loved the smell of York’s vehicles, I loved everything about him. He pulled off and I was quiet, we were headed to his condo.

  “Why are we going to your place?” I asked him.

  “I’m not feeling this shit, Adisa. I can’t control what you do, but don’t take your little dates around my area,” he said to me. I traced the side of his face with my finger, York was gorgeous. I have never seen a man with deep chocolate skin that had the features he had. People always said a man is not supposed to be gorgeous, but in my eyes, he was everything and more. He was wearing a Banco pop t-shirt with the shorts to match. He had on a pair of low-top white airs. His red fitted-cap came down low over his eyes. He was leaned back in his seat as he gripped the stern wheel, I loved it.

  “Ay yo, why you over there staring at me like that?” he asked squeezing my leg. I smacked his hand away.

  “Don’t touch me, I’m still mad at you,” I said to him.

  “I’m still mad at you too, but you don’t see me bitching about it. Besides, you know you are my lil’ shorty,” he said to me.

  “Why can’t we be together then?” I asked him.

  “I don’t want you to change on me. I don’t know if this is a phase you are going through. What if we decide to take it there? You might go to school, and get you one of those proper niggas. Shiddd, you had one tonight. I don’t know what you want,” York said to me.

  “I want you and I’m tired of telling you that,” I said to him.

  “I’m not trying to go to jail over you. If you fuck my head up, I’m not going to be able to take it,” York said.

  I rolled my eyes at him, “This is exactly why I’m going to stop fucking with you,” I said to him.

  “Whatever,” he said. When we pulled up in his parking lot, I got out of his truck and slammed his door. I threw extra movements in my hips as I walked towards his building. I was stacked like a meat house. I was a curvy size fourteen with nice breasts, and a phat ass. My skin was the color of peanut butter, and I stood at five-foot-five. Samiah told me I looked like the singer, Teairra Mari.

  “Yo, you better have on some damn panties underneath that dress. I’m serious Adisa, too much ass is bouncing. You ain’t let that lil’ nigga slip his hand under the table did you?” York asked me. I smiled because I always seemed to make him jealous when he didn’t want to be. York tried to keep his feelings in, but most of the time he couldn’t. York fussed at me as he unlocked his door, as soon as I walked in he hemmed me up against the wall. He slid my dress up, and I was bare as the day I was born.

  “See, that’s what I’m talking about. You are hot in yo’ ass. Why were you having dinner with a nigga and no panties on?” York fussed.

  I pushed him away from me. I headed towards his master bedroom, to check everything out. I checked the sheets and his drawers. I also checked his bathroom and his closet. I was even looking for hairpins and I couldn’t find anything. I never found anything at York’s apartment anyway, but it didn’t stop me from looking.

  “I don’t bring broads to my home so you can keep on looking around,” York said to me.

  “That’s because you know I will beat some asses,” I said taking off my shoes. I went into his living room then turned on his T.V. York had a straight up bachelor’s pad. He had pictures of Scarface on his wall along with a few black panther pictures. His furniture was black and red, it was cozy. When I was at York’s condo, I never wanted to leave. I hated going to my big empty house in the suburbs. I always told myself that I was adopted because I didn’t belong in that life.

  “Tell me about that nigga you were with,” York said sitting down beside me.

  “There is nothing to tell, I snuck out at dinner to hang out around your way. He caught me and bribed me. He said if I didn’t go out with him on a date than he was going to tell my parents I faked sick at dinner. I hate to hear their badgering,” I said to York.

  “You want to be with a nigga that you are ashamed of, a nigga that can’t even meet your parents,” York said. I put my head down because he was telling the truth. My parents would’ve had York locked up for something if they knew I loved him. My father always bragged about having friends in high places, so I knew he wasn’t afraid to use them.

  I reached for York’s shorts, and he moved my hand away. I wasn’t shy when it came to sex, most of the time it was me who initiated it. I climbed on top of York then kissed his lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth. His strong hands gripped my ass, a moan escaped my throat. York’s dick hardened underneath me. My pussy sat on his dick as I slowly grinded on him. A groan escaped his throat as he kissed me harder. My hands slid up his shirt, and I rubbed his solid muscled chest. I needed him badly, he had my young mind gone. York gripped my breasts, I pulled my maxi dress up and over my head. He took off my bra then cupped my breasts while massaging them. He leaned in then captured my nipple, I was throbbing between my legs. I pulled York’s shirt over his head. He stood up with me, “Damn you heavy,” he fussed as he carried me to his bedroom.

  “Shut the hell up,” I giggled.

  He laid me down on his bed then pulled me to the edge. York pinned my legs up before his tongue entered me. His tongue circled my clit then flickered across it as he picked up his pace. My hips bucked forward, York held my legs down dipping his tongue in and out of me. He kissed my pussy then continued to eat me out until I pulled the sheets off the bed.

  I felt a dampness underneath my butt, I gripped his head as a wave came over me. York reached up then squeezed my nipple and massaged my breast as his tongue jabbed in and out of me. I screamed out when I had an orgasm. My legs trembled as my hips bucked wildly. I had all of my essences across York’s chin and his mouth. He wiped his face off then pulled his shorts and boxers down.

  That big black thick stick sprang out smacking against his leg. York was so fine, I thought maybe he at least had one flaw but he didn’t. He was fine and had a HUGE dick. He grabbed a con
dom from out of his nightstand drawer. He rolled it on, I turned over for him. I loved the doggy-style position. I loved when he roughly rammed his big dick inside of me. I arched my back then grab one of his pillows because I was going to need it. I kept my hair braided because of York, he sweated out my do more times than I could count. His palm rested on my lower back, with his other hand he rubbed his dick between my sensitive slit. I trembled because of the orgasm I previously had.

  York slowly pierced through my opening stretching me to his size. I stuck my face into the pillow as he slowly moved in and out of me. He gripped my hips, as he pulled out then slammed back into me. He rotated his pelvis digging inside of me, I moaned loudly.

  “Harder,” I moaned out as he gripped the ends of my braids and wrapped them around his fist. He yanked my hair as he rammed his dick into me.

  “FUUUCCCKKKKK!” York called out as his dick plowed into me. My pussy started farting, my wetness drizzled down my leg. York was giving me the real definition of getting my back banged out. When he hit the nerve that shot up to my spine, the feeling caused me to have another orgasm. York was gripping and palming my ass as he worked himself into me. He pulled out then went back in deeper.

  “OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD!” I screamed as he hammered away at my spot again causing me to come again. He was pounding me until I lost my voice.

  “UURRGHHHHHHHHHH!” York groaned as his dick jerked inside of me, the friction against my spot caused me to come again harder than ever before. York gripped my braids as he continued to groan and pump his seeds into the condom.

  He collapsed on top of me causing me to fall flat onto my stomach. I loved the way it felt with all his weight on me as we both tried to catch our breath.

  I wiggled a little bit until he rolled over to the side of me because his weight started to crush me. My legs were still shaking as I stood up, I headed towards the bathroom. My Victoria Secret “Love Spell” shower gel was still on the shower’s shelf. I closed the door after the water got hot, I heard the toilet flush. York opened up the shower’s door and stepped in behind me.

  “Get rid of that nigga, Adisa,” York said to me.

  “Did you get rid of Emani?” I asked him.

  “Hell yeah I did, I thought she was the one who did that to my car. I’m cool on her shorty,” he said.

  I looked into his eyes, “When are you going to forgive me?” I asked him.

  “I’m getting past that Adisa,” York replied.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, “I love you,” I told him for the hundredth time. York kissed my lips, he never told me but I felt it.

  “You still owe me a seed though in the future. I’m going to wait for you until you finish school. That way you can give all of yourself to me. I won’t have to deal with your excuses,” he said then I pushed him.

  “I’m going to be your wife one day, I’m serious too. I don’t give a shit, I will propose to you myself,” I said getting down on my knee.

  “Oh hell nawl, you talking bold shorty,” York said. I grabbed his piece then took him in my mouth, I wasn’t the best but I was learning.

  “Damn it, Adisa. You can’t dance and you can’t top a nigga off correctly,” he said then burst into laughter.

  I punched him in the leg, “You little dick fucker,” I said to him. I washed off before I got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around me. York rinsed his soap off then stepped out, I rolled my eyes at him. He walked over to me and picked me up, he sat me on the sink.

  “That’s why I like you, you got this bad girl image but you are still clueless to a lot of shit,” he said kissing my neck. He pulled my towel off me, moments later he was entering me.

  “I’m going to pull out,” he said.

  “Ohhhh, York,” I moaned as he licked and sucked on my lips. He was deep, but he wasn’t rough with it. He placed his hand around my throat and pushed my head back into the mirror above the sink. My nipples hardened from his deep thrusts. It felt so good tears slid down my face; I felt him in my stomach. A lot of girls my age dreamt about thug love. I didn’t need to because I had it and even though I was still naive, I knew what I wanted. I knew that York was going to have a part in my life. I loved him and I would never love another man the way I loved him.

  The next day…

  Samiah and I got off from work and went straight to shopping. It was one of the perks I loved the most about working in the mall. I had my parent’s allowance money and the money York gave me. I went to pay for Samiah and I’s new necklaces at the jewelry store.

  “I see that your parents left you with a lot of money, how long are they gone for?” Samiah asked me. She knew my situation all too well, but York gave me more money than what my parents had left.

  “A few weeks, meetings in different states. A whole bunch of bullshit. I would’ve been better off being adopted by a white rich family, their fake asses make me sick,” I said to her. We had on our new necklaces when we left the jewelry store, our necklaces were gold with a diamond pink heart. I had got them custom made, her necklace read “Louise” and mine read “Thelma”.

  We grabbed a soft pretzel then sat down on the bench, “Sam, I got to tell you something,” I said to her.

  She stopped chewing, “What’s up?” she asked me.

  “York and I have been sleeping with each other for about a year,” I said.

  She was silent, her facial expression was emotionless. Then all of a sudden she burst into laughter, “I knew you were fucking him, I just knew it! Bitcchhhhh, ain’t no woman on this Earth fighting over a nigga like that. I’m not stupid, I knew what was up when you slept in his old room one night instead of my room,” she said.

  “So you are not mad, right?” I asked her.

  “Hellll no, I rather for it to be you then those hoodrats any day with his hoe-ass no offense. But you know he a hoe, hell Zu a hoe ass nigga too,” Samiah said.

  “I was pregnant by him,” I said sadly.

  “Oh wait a minute now, I think I’m mad. Why didn’t you tell me? That’s a serious issue? Having a miscarriage is a terrible thing,” Samiah said.

  “It was an abortion, Sam,” I said to her.

  “You know my mother would’ve opened the door for you if your parents kicked you out. If they ever turn their back on you, you know where to come,” she said then I hugged her, “Let’s get a room,” I said to her after I kissed her face.

  Samiah mushed me, “Bitch I’m heartbroken, not desperate,” she said.

  “Let’s call up Faraji and Emeka so we can throw the biggest damn pool party at my parent’s house,” I said to Samiah.

  She hurriedly got her cell-phone out, “You are so fucking rebellious and I love it,” Samiah said. My parents were gone for two weeks and I had the mini-mansion to myself. I laughed to myself when I thought about turning their house into a trap house. I wasn’t that bad though, I do know me and my friends were going to have a lot of fun. Our summer was definitely ending with a bang.

  4. Emeka

  I hit the buzzer on the side of my bed, I had to get up to feed my grandmother. I got in late last night because of Adisa’s pool party. It was a lot of fun, Adisa was rich. I had never seen a house that big before, but she wasn’t bothered by it. She didn’t care about how good she had it. I thought Adisa was from the hood like Faraji, Samiah and I because of the way she acted.

  After I showered then got dressed, I knocked on my grandmother's door, she opened it up with her long wrinkly breast hanging down to her navel. All she had on was her depend, my grandmother developed dementia at an early age. She was sixty-years-old when they figured out she had it, it was music to my mother’s ears. We left our roach-infested home to stay with my grandmother in her house. My mother had the family thinking that she was going to take care of her mother, but that wasn’t the case. I was wiping my grandma’s ass at eleven-years-old and have been taking care of her since. When I go out, I had to get my neighbor to watch her. My neighbor was a CNA, I u
sed my hard earned money to pay Yakira to watch her for a few hours. I was tired of it all, but I hated that I was going to school and leaving my grandmother behind. I could see the outcome of it all, but I had to live my life. I needed to get away to be a regular teenager for once.

  “Where is my Tootsie Bell?” my grandmother asked me.

  Tootsie Bell was her imaginary cat, “I don’t know I will find her after we get you dressed and ready for breakfast,” I said to her. I helped her out of her soiled depend, I showered her and washed her hair. After her shower, I dried her off then lotion her body. I helped her into clean clothes. She could do things on her own, but she was forgetful. Figuring out how to put on a shirt was complicated for her. I braided her hair in a wraparound braid, I put her pearls in her ears.

  “There you go, Grandma. You look beautiful,” I said to her.

 

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