Charged for His Sins

by Natavia

  When we walked in, the music was playing loudly. The smell of weed filled the air when I walked out the sliding doors. Samiah and Adisa were standing on the diving board shaking their asses while the crowd cheered them on. I don’t think Adisa knew half of the people in her home, I’m sure it was a word of mouth invitation.

  “These bitches just don’t care,” I said grabbing a Jell-O shot off the table.

  “Well, let’s get this fucking party started!” I said out loud. Cayman text me to see what I was doing. I gave him the address to Adisa’s home after she said it was “okay”. I wasn’t worried about making money that night because most of the boys were teenagers. Their allowances couldn’t do anything for me, but buy condoms to fuck my Johns with.

  An hour later, Cayman showed up with a few of his friends. Cayman had a cocky attitude; I could tell he had a good head on his shoulders. Cayman attended Towson University in, Maryland. He wasn’t far from the college I was going to. I was thankful he wasn’t a dope boy although what I did wasn’t any better. I was ashamed of what I was a doing until a bill was due. I stopped complaining because I was for sure there were plenty of girls my age that did what I did.

  “Your friends are wild as fuck shorty,” he said.

  “I know and I love it,” I said sipping my Gin and orange juice. Cayman passed the blunt he was smoking to me.

  “Let me get some of that,” he said rubbing my leg. I leaned forward so we could shot-gun the blunt. His soft lips brushed up against mine, at that moment I wanted to see what his mouth could do. I couldn’t help that I was addicted to sex.

  “What are you doing when you leave here?” I asked Cayman.

  “Crash at my sister’s spot since she lives closer to here. I live in Baltimore and I’m not trying to take that drive,” he stated.

  I heard loud fussing, when I turned around it was Adisa and York. Those two acted as if they were married. I have never seen a girl my age so caught up in a guy before. Samiah had it bad also, but she kept her feelings in when it came to Zu. Adisa just didn’t care, if York pissed her off she was going to let him and the world know.

  “What you doing up there? And who was that nigga feeling on your ass?” York asked.

  Samiah and Emeka were drunk and laughing at them. I thought it was funny too because Adisa loved every bit of the attention he was giving her.

  “Who cares York? Aren’t you the community’s dick? I bet you screwed a few girls at this party,” she slurred.

  “You want me to embarrass you?” York asked her.

  “You do that enough when you go around screwing everything! The bitches always seem to throw it up in my face,” Adisa shouted.

  “Y’all females be letting a nigga have it I see,” Cayman said.

  “Nigga’s ain’t shit,” I stated.

  “Female ain’t shit neither. It’s a lot of females around here that’ll fuck any and everything. I like the type of female that is loyal to her dude. If another nigga tries to holla, she’ll put him in his place. Shorties like that are hard to find,” he said.

  That would be me, I thought.

  York grabbed Adisa by her shirt, “I have been chilling, and I keep telling your dumb ass! That shit is old now, so get your hot-ass in the house. Where did that lil’ nigga go at anyway? I’m going to break his jaw for touching shit that doesn’t belong to him,” York said looking around. York sounded like he had a few drinks before he came to Adisa’s house.

  He spotted Samiah, “Aye yo, Sam. You about to get an ass whipping too after I’m finishing slapping Adisa’s dumbass. I saw you shaking your lil’ stank ass. Let me see you do that shit again and watch what I do,” York said pulling Adisa into the house. Someone in the party snitched on Adisa and Samiah. It had to be tough messing with dudes who were well known from the streets.

  A half-hour later, I walked into the house to use the bathroom. Emeka was in the corner of the living room talking on the phone. I knew it was Zadik she was talking to because she was smiling. I went to the bathroom to handle my business, and I washed my hands afterward. When I came out of the bathroom, I heard moaning. Curiosity got the best of me as I walked down the hall. When I got to the cracked door, I slightly pushed it open. York had Adisa’s legs up in the air while giving her the biggest, blackest dick I have ever seen. Adisa gripped at the sheets while York gripped her breasts. He was grinding into her wet spot. I could tell he was making love to her; he touched her body gently while caressing her. He leaned over and kissed her as he pulled out of her. The size of his dick’s head was enough to make me climax. He rubbed his pretty dick between her wet slit while biting his bottom lip. He was memorized by her body and how she was sprawled out for him. She dug her nails into his back while he teased her nipples with his tongue. Their loving was so intense—I felt it. I could see why Adisa was gone over him. Adisa laid underneath him in bliss with her legs wrapped around him. York’s back muscles flexed with every deep thrust he gave her. He gently wrapped his hand around her throat as he kissed her. It was the freakiest kiss I had ever seen. He sexily nibbled and sucked on her lips while smothering her entire mouth.

  “Ohhhhh, York! I love you, God I love you!” Adisa moaned as he drove himself deeper into her. Wetness poured from between my slit, and I had the urge to touch myself. She was wetter than Chloe. York’s dick was coated with thick, gooey cum from Adisa.

  “This is my pussy, Adisa! UMPH, damn you are wet. Come on this big, black muthafucka’ again shorty. Yeah, that’s right gush on that shit. Spread your legs wider baby, yeah that’s it. Give me that cream, shorty,” he said speeding up. He drilled into her as he thumbed her clit. Adisa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body trembled.

  “Babbbbbbbyyyyy, I’m cummmminngggggg!” Adisa whined. York drilled her into the bed as her legs trembled. I covered my mouth to keep from moaning when he latched onto her pussy. I wanted to yell at him, tell him she couldn’t handle it. She was still having an orgasm while he drilled his tongue into her pussy. He pinned her legs up and locked himself in that position. He was a rough and gentle lover. He dominated the bedroom, and all she had to do was enjoy it. My panties were so moist, and my pussy ached.

  “I can’t take it!” she cried. I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. Adisa had real tears in her eyes.

  “Shut the fuck up, Adisa. You better pop that pussy back in my mouth, or else I’m going to slap you. You talked mad shit by the pool, and now look at you. I’m about to have you in check again, so it doesn’t matter,” he said. I heard Emeka calling me, so I hurriedly walked away from the door.

  “Is everything okay with you? You are sweating,” she said to me.

  If you saw what I saw, you’ll be sweating too, I thought.

  “Yes, it’s the heat plus the weed, and alcohol,” I said.

  “I’m ready to go, Zadik is in my bedroom waiting for me. You want me to take you home right?” she asked.

  “No, I’m fine. I might crash here or chill with Cayman,” I said.

  “I’ll call you when I get home,” Emeka said as she hugged me. I headed back to the pool area for more drinks. Samiah was talking to some guy and she looked comfortable, so I didn’t bother her. Cayman walked over to me, “I’m ready to bounce shorty,” he said to me. He grabbed my hand, “Walk me to my truck and we can talk on the way there,” he said.

  Once we got to his black Explorer, his friends were coming out of the party. They drove their own vehicles. The guy who was talking to Samiah walked out too.

  “Hey, tell shorty don’t forget to use my number. Remind her tomorrow to hit Kyan up,” he said to me. He was a cutie too, he looked mixed with Spanish or something. I was starting to think Samiah only liked mixed looking guys.

  “Okay, I will tell her,” I said. He gave Cayman dap before he walked off. Cayman pulled me to him, gapping his legs open as he leaned against his truck. His eyes were low from the weed we smoked, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Don’t you think you are a little clo
se?” I asked him.

  “Something tells me you don’t mind it plus, I communicate better this way,” he joked and I mushed him.

  I stared at his handsome face, “How old are you?” I asked him.

  “I’m twenty-two,” he answered.

  “That’s not too bad,” I said. He was only a few years older than me.

  “Naw, you good. Just don’t act like the girl who threw the party,” he laughed.

  “Hush up that’s my friend,” I said.

  “Well, shorty your friend got some issues. She is too loud and extra. Shorty acts hood as fuck and live out here with all of these white folk,” he said. I chuckled because Adisa was dramatic but her aura drew me in.

  “Watch it now,” I said pointing at him.

  “Okay, I’m done. But niggas go to jail for fucking with broads like her. She had that nigga on one, I thought he was going to start poppin’ niggas off,” he said and I laughed. Cayman had a smooth personality. When he said things it wasn’t offensive and he didn’t bite his tongue.

  “Can I kiss you?” I asked.

  He licked his lips before I gave him a peck, “Your lips are soft,” I said.

  “Yours is too, but let me get out of here. I got to work in the morning,” he stated.

  “You work?” I asked him.

  “During the summer I help out with my uncle’s landscaping company. I hate that shit, but he claims he doesn’t have enough help,” Cayman stated. He got in his truck then started it up.

  He put the window down, “How about we go out tomorrow night,” he stated and I smiled. I had never been on a real date before. My version of dates involved me giving up my goods—it was considered work. Cayman was the first guy who wanted to take me on a “getting to know each other” date. Cayman saw me for me, he innocently flirted but not once did he bring up sex.

  I walked back into the house, the party seemed like it was getting rowdier. I fixed me another drink and got loose with everyone else. Samiah and I danced and took shots all night until the birds started chirping. When I finally got home, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. My father was sitting on the couch going through his mail.

  “Hey dad,” I said to him as I walked into the living room. I sat next to him on the couch. My father looked as though he would fall over at any moment he was so tired. Me and my two younger siblings only saw our father a few hours a day. He worked whatever odd job he could find for extra money whenever he wasn’t at work.

  “Where are your sisters?” my dad asked as he put the past due bills in one pile and the others in another.

  “They spent the night at Miss Gayle’s because her babysitter canceled on her. She had to work overnight,” I said. Miss Gayle was a single mother that stayed in the apartment complex two blocks over from us. She had twin six-year-olds, a boy, and a girl. Her apartment was much better than ours because it didn’t have a roach infestation like ours, not to mention she had three full bedrooms. I let my sisters watch her kids a lot so they could get away from the roaches, and to have a few extra bucks for the summer time.

  “Speaking of Miss Gayle, she offered to let me and the girls move into her apartment with her and her kids once you leave. I won’t be able to afford the rent here along with the other bills once you’re gone. With her section-8, we will be able to get by together, and even be able to save up some money until I find a better job,” my father said. He was doing his best to downplay the relationship he had with Miss Gayle for some reason in front of me. I had a feeling they were sleeping around. I wasn’t mad about it; Miss Gayle was attractive. My father was six-foot-one with dark, caramel skin; he resembled Laurence Fishburne in his younger years minus the gap.

  “Hey daddy, hey Raji.” My sister Kesia said as she came running into the living room. Kesia was the middle child, she was thirteen-years-old. She was a couple of inches taller, and a size or two smaller than me, but other than that she could’ve been my twin. Kesia personality was outgoing like mine, we both floated wherever the wind blew us. We resembled our father, but our personalities matched our mothers in varying degrees. Mekelia was the youngest at eleven and looked more like our mother. She was dark-brown and stood at four-foot-eleven. She was on the chunky side and had the cutest fat cheeks. Mekelia personality was like our father’s though; she was always calm and quiet. Unlike Kesia and I, she thought before she acted. She was well-behaved too, and her teachers loved her.

  I had recently paid for both of their hairs to be braided into ponytails with beads on the end. I bought Mekelia some new clothes with my discount, and gave Kesia some of my clothes. The clothes I gave her were brand new with tags still on them. I bought them new shoes with the money I got from Gregory and the rest went towards our piled up bills. My father had the same clothes and shoes for the past two years. He had me sew up the holes in his clothes and his socks whenever they got them. I couldn’t wait until I made it big so I could make sure my father and sisters were straight.

  Every time I offered to buy him new clothes, he said the girls and I needed it more.

  Cayman text me for my address, my father smirked at me.

  “Who was that?” he asked.

  “A boy,” I said to him.

  “Whatever you do, think smart baby girl. These lil’ boys out here only want one thing,” he reminded me. Only if he knew he didn’t have to warn me about the boys. I was the one who should come with a warning sign.

  I kissed his cheek, “Cayman is different, he’s in college. He doesn’t sell drugs and he has a lil’ summer job,” I said.

  “A black man with a good head on his shoulders,” he said.

  “Yup, I’m going to take a nap until it is time for my date. I’m a little tired,” I said. Samiah and Adisa were partiers; me and Emeka weren’t use to that.

  “How is that wound on your shoulder?” he asked me. I told my father a shelf fell on me at work. I would’ve put more stress on him if he knew I was shot in a drive-by. It would’ve sent him into an early grave.

  “It’s doing better daddy,” I said. I went into my room, I had my own room. It was very small because it was the den, but it was my space. Kesia and Makelia shared a room. I stripped down to my underclothes before I got into bed. I burst into a fit of laughter when I thought about York and Adisa. She wasn’t as experienced as me because I would’ve made York beg for mercy. Adisa couldn’t take his size or his tongue. She was one lucky rich bitch. Only if she knew how blessed she was.

  When I woke up, it was seven o’clock in the evening. I hurriedly went into the bathroom to shower. After I showered, I lotion my body then got dressed. I wore a pair of white, ripped-jeans, and a yellow Ed Hardy tank-top with a pair of gold, flat thong sandals. I pinned my locs into a cute up-do. Once I was done, I added a little make-up along with my gold hoop earrings and gold bangles.

  By the time I was done, it was 8:15 pm. Cayman said he was going to pick me up at 8:30 pm.

  My father was asleep on the couch and I didn’t want to wake him up. As soon as I walked out of my home, Cayman was pulling up. He got out of his truck to greet me. He wore jean shorts, a white-shirt with a pair of fresh Jordan’s. His fitted cap was cocked to the side and he smelled like Axe body wash.

  He wrapped his arms around me, “Damn, you are juicy,” he said to me.

  I swatted him away, “Be careful what you say to me,” I said. He took a step to the side so I could walk past him. I thought he was going to open the door for me, but he didn’t. I shrugged it off because that only happened in the movies.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as I buckled my seat belt. I was dying to know since it was my first date.

  “Don’t worry about it, shorty. You’ll see when we get there, so just sit back and ride.” Cayman said as he pulled away from the curve. Not knowing where I was going and how my night was going to end was both exciting and new to me.

  “Come on we’re here,” Cayman said snapping me out of my thoughts. When I looked up, I noticed he was already parked.

/>   We were in the parking lot of my favorite Jamaican restaurant. I told Cayman through text how much I loved Jamaican food.

  Cayman held the restaurant door open for me. I put an extra “umph” in my hips because I knew he was watching my ass. I couldn’t wait to see what his dick game was about. I knew I had to take a step back from my sexual aggressive side, and let nature run its course. All of my friends had a consistent guy in their lives, I wanted to have that too. I didn’t want Cayman to think I was a hoe and push me away. I had to chill out if I wanted a good dude on my team.

  Cayman gave the hostess his name for a table. We sat down for a good two minutes before Cayman’s name was called. The hostess fumbled as she handed our waitress the menus. The bitch was too busy staring at Cayman. I smiled at her until our eyes connected, I took his hand in mine to taunt her. She was being too disrespectful.