A Gangsters Melody

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by Wright, Sean A.


  “Travon, I’m fucked up. The room is spinning, and I didn’t even drink that much either.” I said, with my speech now almost inaudible.

  “It’s alright Tiffany. Just lay here for a while and get your mind right. Once you get your bearings back I will have my limo take you home. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.” He said, getting up to leave the room.

  “Wait, Travon. Don’t leave yet. The fucking room is still spinning.” I said, pulling him back down onto the bed. Once I pulled him down, we were face to face. And I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me. Uncharacteristically, I leaned up and kissed Travon, and he returned the gesture. Things started to heat up as I felt a feeling take over my body that I had never felt before. It’s as if I went numb with every touch. And every ounce of his breath that hit my body sent a tingly sensation throughout every nerve in my body. My womanhood began to gush and overflow with happiness and I could feel it running down my leg. This was crazy. Was it possible for foreplay to make you feel this way? I guess it was. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to have him. In between short pants of breath I managed to spit out.

  “Tray wait. Do you have any condoms?”

  “Most definitely.” He answered. And with that said he rolled over to his left and pulled a box of condoms out of the night table drawer. In one swift motion he had dropped his pants to the floor and helped me out of my clothes as well. When we were both naked, we both stood still and salivated for a second. Him, over the fact that my body was tight and my 38 DD’s stood erect without a bra, and me over the fact that his manhood stood at attention and had a slight curve in it. When he could take no more of just watching me Travon placed the condom on his massive pole and slid it into me nice and slow. I dug my freshly manicured nails into his back as he penetrated my tight wet pussy with every inch of his throbbing love muscle, which I figured to be somewhere between 9 or 10 inches. With every stroke, I winced in pain and at times found myself biting softly on his shoulder blade to brace myself for the next stroke. Travon, was truly a master in the bedroom. When he was done proving his skills in the missionary position, he instructed me to turn over and get on all fours, which I did without any hesitation. I buried my face in the expensive goose down pillows as he grabbed my waist and penetrated me slowly from the back. Each stroke and every touch set off the alarms in my erogenous zones. I completely lost track of all my senses, and apparently my religion too as I called out for God, Allah, Buddha, or anyone I could thank for me getting this serving. Hell, at this point I would praise a head of cabbage named Ralph if I knew it was responsible for me meeting Travon. The pleasure seemed like it went on forever and with every position that Travon twisted and put me in, I was sure to orgasm about 3 times each. But it was the Grand Finale that would open up the floodgates to my love canal and send me into a deep slumber. Travon instructed me to lie on my back, spread my legs and clothes my eyes. Again, I did as I was told. And it was then that he gave me oral pleasure that I will never forget. As he gently placed kisses on my clit, and sucked it until it got rock hard and began to throb in his mouth, I took turns clawing the sheets and his back. I was definitely in a state of bliss, and when he stuck his finger in my mouth and then into my pussy and pushed the button on my G-spot, that’s when I exploded, screamed his name and instantly fell asleep.

  When I woke up Travon was passed out next to me and as the time on the clock began to come into focus I could see that it read 4:13 am. I quickly jumped up, temporarily ignoring the hangover, or the pain that shot through my body with every move. I began to shake Travon.

  “Travon wake up.” I said, shaking him slightly but I got no response.

  “Come on Travon. I have to get home.” I said a little louder and shaking him much harder this time.

  “Okay. Okay. I’m getting up. Go get your peoples together so I can have my driver take you home.” He mumbled, still half asleep. I quickly put my clothes on and stumbled into the living room only to find that everyone had left. How could they have left me there? What about Monica’s rules and the Stiletto Divas commandments and all of that other shit? I would deal with that later but now I had to get home fast. Travon came stumbling into the living room behind me.

  “Damn. Where’s everybody at?” He asked, just as shocked as I was.

  “I don’t know, but I have to get home now. My grandmother is going to flip the fuck out.” I said, with tears of anger welling up in my eyes.

  “Okay. I’ll take you. Let’s go.” He replied, grabbing his car keys.

  We rode in silence all the way back to Mama Belle’s house. Travon may have been speaking to me, but I was so upset I completely tuned him out. I was mad at Monica for leaving me, I was mad at the fact that I was in pain, and I was really mad at the fact that I had allowed myself to get into the situation where I would have to hear Mama Belle’s mouth in the morning. When we pulled up in front of the house Travon reached over to hug me and I instinctively jumped and pulled away from him.

  “I have your number Travon. I will call you.” I said, sounding colder than I wanted to. But even after me giving him the cold shoulder he was a gentleman and waited to see if I made it into the house safe. As I got closer to the porch I could see that there was a note on the door. I tried to open the screen door but it was locked. The note read: “I put this note on the door at 2:38 am. Your hot ass should have been in the house by then. So wherever you been at, you better go back there. And you better not ring my gotdamn doorbell.” Obviously the key she gave me didn’t fit the screen door. Now I was really pissed.

  “Fucking bitch.” I screamed as I headed back to the car.

  “Are you Okay baby?” Travon asked, seeing that I was visibly upset.

  “My grandmother locked me out the fucking house. I only been here one day and I hate it already.” I yelled, as I started to cry.

  “Come on get in. You can come back to the suite with me and I’ll bring you back later.” He said, opening the door for me. I hesitated a minute before accepting the offer. Then I got in the car and we pulled off.

  “Okay. That’s what’s up. We can go back to the suite. Get started on round two, then I can take you to breakfast and then home.” Travon said, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Look. It ain’t goinig to be no fucking round two okay? If that’s what you feel then just leave me right here and I will take my chances ringing the motherfucking doorbell.” I spat back at him.

  “Ok baby. Calm down. What’s the matter?” Travon asked, with a confused look on his face.

  “I’m not sure, because I don’t remember much. But I’m pretty sure you took advantage of me while I was drunk.” I stated, angrily. Travon quickly pulled the car over and slammed on the brakes.

  “Hold on. Take advantage of you? Yeah right. You started kissing me and that’s what set it all off. You only stopped me once, and that was to ask me if I had a condom. I said yeah, and that was that. Believe me Tiffany, I don’t have to take or sneak pussy from nobody. Never have, never will. So don’t flatter your motherfucking self. Would you have been saying the same thing if I let you go in the bathroom with D-Boy?” Travon screamed, now he too was visibly upset.

  “D-Boy? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

  “Oh, now you don’t remember? How convenient.” He shot back at me.

  “Travon, I really have no idea what you are talking about.” I said, now starting to worry.

  “Whatever.” He said, looking at me with disgust as if he wanted to spit in my face.

  “Whatever? What the fuck do you mean whatever? I don’t know what kind of bitch you think I am, but this is not how I wanted to lose my virginity motherfucker.” I yelled, now starting to cry again.

  “Virginity? Look ma I’m..” Travon tried to speak but I cut him off.

  “Look. I don’t want to talk about it. Just drive okay?” I said, as he pulled off and I leaned my head against the window and cried heavily. Travon held my hand as he drove. This time I didn’t
pull away. I just cried silently as we headed back to the hotel. When we arrived at the hotel I hurried inside and eased down on the couch, still in a lot of pain.

  “Can I get you anything?” Travon asked, with the utmost sincerity in his voice.

  “I just want to soak in a nice hot bath and lie down.” I replied, with a hint of appreciation.

  “Okay. I’ll get you a towel. Do you need anything else?” He asked.

  “No thank you. I’m good. As a matter of fact, some shorts and a t-shirt will be good.” I responded. Travon handed me a washcloth and a towel.

  “Here you go. I’ll have the shorts and the t-shirt waiting for you when you get out. If you look under the sink, there is some complimentary Aromatherapy bubble bath and bath beads and all sorts of shit. Help yourself to whatever is in the suite.” Travon instructed, once again, sounding so sincere.

  “Thank you.” I said, as I headed to the bathroom, Travon poured a drink and answered his cell phone. He told me it was Sincere and that he would find out what happened to everybody. Then he went into his bedroom and closed the door. I ran a nice hot bath and turned on the Jacuzzi jets. I then helped myself to the Aromatherapy products that Travon told me about. I eased into the tub nice and slow and winced in pain from the combination of boiling hot water and the sudden loss of my virginity. Once my body got acclimated to the hot water I laid back, put a hot rag over my eyes and just tried to relax and figure out what the hell was going on with my life. How could my life take such a drastic turn in just a matter of hours? In less than 24 hours I was damn near stabbed by a group of the local fly girls, then I was befriended by the same group of girls, then I was treated to a shopping spree and makeover, rubbed elbows with celebrities and lost my virginity to a very attractive, and successful man. What the hell was going on? After just soaking for a while I removed the rag from my eyes so that I could wash up. I looked at the water and to my surprise there were droplets of blood in the water from where I was ripped from my little sex-capade with Travon. Well no use crying over spilled milk. What’s done is done, I thought to myself. I was finished in the tub and felt a whole lot better. Travon had never brought me the shorts and t-shirt so I wrapped a towel around me and walked to his bedroom. He was still on the phone with Sincere. When he saw my reflection in the mirror, he cut his phone call short.

  “Yo Sincere. I’ll holler at you later and we’ll make some power moves. Alright fam. Peace.” He said as he closed his cell phone, before turning and talking to me.

  “Hey I couldn’t find any shorts to fit you, but feel free to get a t-shirt out of the closet.” He said pointing to the giant walk-in closet.

  “Thank you. Damn. How long are you in town for?” I asked, noticing the abundance of clothes he had hanging up in the closet.

  “Just a few more days, but I change a couple of times a day.” he responded laughing.

  “Yeah. I can see that.” I said, putting on one of his oversized t-shirts.

  “Well I’m going to hit the couch, the bedroom is all yours.” He said, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

  “Well wait, that bath woke me up a bit. Why don’t we talk for a minute?” I asked, patting the bed.

  “I don’t know ma? No disrespect, but that’s how shit got started earlier.” He said, hesitant about my offer.

  “Look. I don’t know what happened earlier, but I wasn’t in my right state of mind. And I apologize for blaming you. The night is really a blank.” I said, apologetically.

  “It’s all good. I didn’t mean to scream on you either, but as funny as it may sound, I’m really feeling you so far and I don’t want you to think nothing negative about me.” He said, inching closer to the bed.

  “Come on, let’s call a truce.” I said, smiling and pretending to wave a white flag.

  “A truce huh? Okay. So what’s up?” he said, finally sitting down.

  “Nothing really. I just don’t want to hear my grandmother’s mouth that’s all.” I said.

  “Let’s not talk about that right now.” He said, playing in my hair as I lay across his lap.

  “Well what do you want to talk about then?” I asked, feeling relaxed.

  “I don’t know. Tell me something good. Tell me what your dreams are.” He asked, inquisitively.

  “Well I have a lot, but my biggest dream is to own a chain of beauty salons.” I answered, proudly.

  “Really? That’s what’s up. What’s another one?”

  “Nah. I’m not telling you that, because you’re going to think that I’m just saying that because of your line of work.”

  “Come on, tell me. What is it?” He urged on.

  “Okay. I want to be a singer.”

  “Say word. Let me hear you blow something.”

  “Oh hell no. You crazy Tray.”

  “Come on. You know if the shit is hot I can put you on, so don’t blow your chance being shy.”

  “So if I do good you’re going to hook me up?” I asked, sitting up.

  “You already know.” He answered.

  “Okay. Here I go.” I said, standing up and going into my best rendition of Mary J. Blige’s “Real Love”. Yes. I had stood up and sang my heart out like I was a finalist on American Idol. I had my eyes closed and I was really feeling it. I was hitting the high notes and bouncing around and shit. You couldn’t tell me nothing. When the song was done I opened up my eyes and tried to stop myself from breathing heavy.

  “So what do you think?” I asked, all excited about my new record deal.

  “Keeping it real ma? I think we need to start on that chain of beauty salons asap.” Travon said, bursting out with laughter.

  “Fuck you Travon.” I yelled, jokingly as I grabbed a pillow and hit him over the head with it. Travon grabbed another pillow and returned the playful assault. We wrestled and played around on the bed until Travon was on top of me, and our eyes met once again. And once again I was mesmerized by the glow in his chestnut brown eyes. I leaned up to kiss him and he pulled away.

  “Nah chill. We ain’t going through that again.” He said.

  “No it’s Okay. I know what I’m doing this time. Just be careful please” I reassured him, before pulling him back down to continue our kiss. Travon made love to me for the next hour or so until we fell asleep. Once again, I was the first one to wake up. I looked at the clock and it was 9:17am. I woke Travon up and he got dressed and took me home. This time we didn’t ride in silence, we laughed, joked and stole sensual kisses in between red lights. It seemed like we had known each other forever. I had never had a real boyfriend before and I guess it’s because my daddy was the epitome of what a real man was, and I held every man to those standards. And although it was still very early, Travon was coming damn close to those standards so far.

  ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

  When we pulled up in front of Mama Belle’s house I was smiling from ear to ear as a result of the conversation Travon and I shared on the ride home. I knew that when I got in the house I would have to deal with Mama Belle’s mouth. But I was on cloud nine and nothing she could say or do could bring me down. I already had it in my mind to be very apologetic and head to my room. I knew I would have to tune out all the ranting, raving and the preaching. She really killed me with the preaching shit. For her to be so holy and the poster child for the world’s best sanctified Christian, she sure did a lot of hypocritical shit. The yelling, the cursing, the demeaning ways that she speaks, and let’s not forget the shacking up with Mr. Rufus. But anyway, she would have to answer that whenever she met the man upstairs. As we pulled up I noticed that both the main door and the screen door were open.

  “Well let me go in and face the music.” I said, taking a deep breath.

  “If you need me just hit me on my cell.” Travon instructed, grabbing my hand.

  “Okay. I will.” I responded. When I got out of the car and headed up the walkway Travon stopped me.

  “Hey.” He yelled out, causing me to turn around and stick my head back in the car. “Y
ou know you’re too old to be going through this right?” He said.

  “What other choice do I have?” I said, shrugging my shoulders and walking away. As I got closer to the house I could hear Mama Belle screaming and yelling. When I got to the screen door I just eavesdropped and listened as she continued her tirade. What I heard next would cut through me like a hot knife through warm butter.

  “I don’t give a damn what her excuse is. She ain’t been here but a hot minute and she causing nothing but grief already.” Mama Belle yelled out.

  “Lula Belle, you have to take into consideration all that the child has been through recently.” Mr.Rufus responded, trying to defend me.

  “What she has been through? What about me? A parent shouldn’t outlive her child. Now because of that whore my son called his wife, my baby boy is dead.”

  “Come on now Belle, that ain’t right. That’s your granddaughter’s mother you’re talking about. ” Mr. Rufus said, trying to calm her down.

  “That’s what they say Rufus, but I ain’t never believe that bold faced lie that little Puerto Rican heffer Marisol told my son. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m sorry she’s dead, both her and my son. But that little girl don’t look no more like my son Leroy than the man on the moon. I’m only taking her in because I knew Leroy would have wanted it that way.”

  “Now Belle, you stop talking about your kinfolk like that and hush up all that foolishness.”

  “Rufus I done told you that little bitch ain’t no kin to me. And my son was a fool to believe anything else. And besides it’s the truth. Her mother was a fucking whore and the apple don’t fall far from the tree because her daughter is a fucking whore too.” She said, slamming something down. By this time my eyes were red and flooded with tears and I had heard enough. I flung the screen door open and stormed through the house in a rampage. I headed stra’ight for the kitchen where all of the commotion was coming from. Mama Belle and Rufus froze in mid sentence as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. I made a B-Line stra’ight for Mama Belle.

 

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