My Shawty: An Original Love Story

by Twyla T

  Ki got up and pulled him towards the bed and unbuttoned his pants, pulled his big chocolate dick from his Polo boxers, and went to work. She licked it from top to bottom, all nine inches, then licked his balls before deep throating him. “Shit!” Babyface groaned when she took his whole dick in his mouth. He remembered her head game being A1, but it was feeling extra good to him at the moment.

  “You like that?” Ki spitefully asked, while continuing to suck him off and massage his balls with her right hand.

  “Hell fuckin yeah! Don’t stop!” Babyface told her. Ki kept sucking and Babyface began to fuck the hell out of her mouth. “I’m bout to come ma!” he told her in wavered breaths. Ki never let up. She twirled her tongue around his dick, licked, and deep throated him again. Within moments, she felt his cum easing down her throat and she swallowed it all while continuing to suck him dry.

  “Give me a condom” she said after she swallowed his unborn children. After he handed her a Magnum, she sucked him back hard, then rolled the condom on with her mouth.

  “Got damn!” Babyface exclaimed. Pushing him backward onto the bed, Ki got up and slid down on Babyface’s dick and moaned loudly.

  “Damn, I been missing this dick and it ain’t even been that long since I had it,” she whispered as she glided up and down. After a few minutes of her riding, Babyface stood up, removed his dick from Ki’s dripping wet pussy, turned her around, and pushed himself inside of her from the back. Both of them let out a big “Ahhh,” as he entered her from behind. “Yahhhsss, beat this pussy up,” Ki said as he fucked her fiercely, while slapping her on the ass. Ki began throwing her ass back on Babyface and grinding into him, almost causing him to fall, but he caught his balance. “I’m bout… to… cum!” Ki moaned between thrusts.

  “You better hurry up!” Babyface told her as he fiercely pumped her pussy with wild and furious thrusts. Ki threw her ass back even more and came, just as Babyface filled the Magnum with cum and fell down on the bed. The room was quiet, except for the sound of them trying to catch their breaths. A few moments later, Babyface smugly smirked at Ki’s request.

  “Rest up nigga! You owe me another nut!” Ki said before she rolled over to roll a blunt.

  *************

  “Oh shit! Corey, you scared the fuck outta me!” Candy said when she walked out of the bathroom and bumped into her boyfriend.

  “The hell you scared for? You knew I was coming. I told you before we hung up, and you said okay… plus, the door was unlocked,” Corey said. “You expecting someone else?” he asked while staring at her.

  “Nigga nah! Ki must have forgot to lock the door, and I’m just sleepy and forgot you was coming over,” Candy lied. She didn’t hear him say he was coming over, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him.

  “What’s the name of the bar you said you working at again?” Corey asked as he was taking his shirt off, exposing his six pack, broad shoulders, and muscles. Candy stood there staring at his smooth golden skin and sexy body and wondered why in the hell she was even cheating on him. “CANDY!!” Corey yelled, causing her to jump.

  “Oh my bad! What you say baby?” Candy asked softly to get him to repeat the question.

  “I said what’s the name of the fucking bar you working at… didn’t you say you changed locations?” He dared her to be straight with him.

  “Oh yeah, I did. It’s the same name, but the location is in Madison. That’s why it takes longer to get home sometimes,” she lied with ease. Damn, why he been asking so many questions about my job lately, Candy thought to herself. She had only been stripping for about six months and everything had been going smooth but, for the past two months, Corey had been asking a lot different questions and the lies were piling up.

  “I still don’t understand why you wanna be working late at night, especially at a bar when you already have everything that you need,” Corey responded.

  “We’ve talked about this Corey. I don’t like depending on you or my parents. I want my own money,” Candy replied.

  “I understand having your own money, but you’re just getting home and the damn sun will be coming up soon. You don’t need to be out this late. These mu’fuckas getting crazier by the day around here. I work hard and I got you. You can get a job with decent hours,” Corey stressed to her.

  “Corey, you work at Fed Ex… don’t act like you ballin or something!” Candy snorted.

  “The fuck! What the hell has gotten into you? Have you ever wanted for anything? You get new fucking shoes and bags every other week and sometimes every week!” Corey yelled angrily. Candy stood there feeling stupid, as she thought about all of the gifts Corey showered her with. She never realized just how much her boyfriend was doing for her because she was receiving gifts from private parties and wealthy customers.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that,” she apologized, trying to clean up her mess. “Tonight was just a long ass night,” Candy continued. She realized the last statement was a mistake by the look on Corey’s face. “I’m sorry baby!” Candy said and walked over and started kissing Corey passionately.

  “You been giving my pussy away?” he interrogated her after she broke the kiss to push him backwards.

  “What kinda question is that?” Candy asked, sounding offended.

  “A real ass question. All I’ve ever asked was for you to keep it one hundred wit me at all times. I know you fresh outta high school, and I don’t want you feeling like you missing out on shit,” Corey said seriously.

  “Boy, I love you. I ain’t goin nowhere and you ain’t either. After all the backlash I got from my daddy about dating a senior while I was a sophomore, telling me that you was about to graduate and forget all about me. We’ve been through the worst part and I’m grown now,” Candy said while laughing and thinking about the time Corey got caught in her room and almost caused her dad to have a heart attack. All of the females wanted Corey, but he wasn’t the cheating type and he shut everyone down when Candy decided that she would be his. She wasn’t his first, but he was hers. Corey had his doubts about everything she was saying but, when she kissed him again and started rubbing his dick, his ill thoughts faded.

  Corey flipped Candy over on her back and began kissing her neck, then slowly moved down to her breasts, devouring her left breast with his mouth. “Umm… that feels good baby,” Candy moaned. With roaming hands making their way down her body and finding his pleasure chest, Corey took two fingers and inserted them into her wet mound, causing her to squirm. He pumped his fingers in and out of her speedily, getting her ready for him. When she was wet the way he liked her, he removed his wet fingers from her pussy and slid his dick inside of her gently, causing her to gasp when he entered her. Pulling back out and leaving only the tip in, Corey slammed back into her all the way to the hilt. He started stroking and thrusting long and deep. Candy was thoroughly enjoying his strokes. His sex game was outstanding, but he made love more than fucked, and Candy loved to be fucked. She never expressed it to him because she didn’t want him to look at her any differently.

  Corey treated Candy like an angel. “Umm… that’s it, go deeper baby!” Candy moaned, then leaned up and nibbled on Corey’s chest.

  Corey started deep stroking Candy, and she moaned and wrapped her legs around him tightly. “Yes! That’s it baby… don’t stop!” she told him. Corey went deeper, harder, and faster, making Candy cream all over his dick.

  “Shit… you feel so good girl!” he told her. Corey flipped her over and beat her pussy up from the back, causing her to scream his name out over and over again. “Come for me, baby!” he said in her ear. Candy threw her ass back at him and did as he instructed. A few moments later, he filled her with his cum and fell down on top of her.

  “That felt so good baby,” Candy said while smiling. Shit, if he do that more often, I might be faithful, Candy thought after he rolled off of her while smiling.

  Chapter 8

  College had officially started and Babyface was on his way to class, s
miling and thinking about the text message he received during church the day before. Getting that text even made him momentarily forget about the bullshit with the cops. He made it home just in time to get ready for church, after sneaking off to the Holiday Inn. Big Mama cussed him out from A to Z, and he didn’t say a word because he expected it. She never missed church and she wanted them to attend as well, unless they were at work. When he tried to leave Ki, she hopped on his dick again and there was no way he could stop her.

  Babyface drove record speed and made it to Mt. Nebo on Tunica Street just as service began. Big Mama cussed him again and told them if someone was in her favorite seat, she was going to slap the shit out of him before walking inside. He knew she meant every word and was thankful that no one had taken her seat. While he was sitting there half asleep, his phone vibrated and he perked up quick when he realized it was a message from Chyna. She knew he was feeling her, but he wasn’t about to play himself and look like a damn fool, so he impatiently waited for her to hit him up. They agreed to meet up before class, and Babyface was bright and early with a smile on his face.

  As soon as Babyface walked into The Penguin, one of the popular hangout spots on Jackson State campus, he spotted Chyna sitting at a table scrolling through, more than likely Facebook or Instagram, on her phone. “What’s up Miss Lady?” he asked as he turned the chair around and sat in it backwards, directly across from her. “So, that was your punk ass boyfriend stalking you that day?” Babyface asked, getting straight to the point.

  “Well if you must know Mr. Babyface, yes it was,” Chyna replied. She wanted to say more but decided to keep her thoughts to herself for the moment.

  “He looked like a lame fuck,” Babyface said while laughing. Chyna rolled her eyes and asked him where his lame bitch from the club was. He smirked at her because of the way she made her statement. “You jealous?” he asked her.

  “Why would I be jealous nigga? You ain’t my man,” Chyna replied while rolling her eyes.

  “I will be as soon as you dump that clown… nah, matter fact, I’m ya man now so I’ma need for you to get some act right girl!” Babyface said with force. Chyna silently admired the cockiness Babyface possessed. She didn’t know what it was about him, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since their very first interaction.

  “You know, I never really thought I would see you again. I figured that time at the airport was a once in a lifetime thing,” Chyna admitted.

  “Well, I knew I was gon’ see yo smart ass again. I told my cousin that day and he shrugged me off in disbelief too, but you mine now!” Babyface confessed.

  “How you just gon’ make me yours without my consent?” Chyna in quizzically asked.

  “I didn’t hear yo ass object,” he replied with a smirk on his face, then he licked his sexy ass lips, causing Chyna to blush.

  “Just like I thought! Now, let’s go get this class shit over wit. I got General Psychology first,” he said while looking down at the schedule he had just pulled from his pocket.

  “I do too… let’s go!” Chyna grinned.

  “I knew you liked a nigga too. You changed yo schedule and shit,” Babyface said while chuckling.

  “Don’t flatter yourself! Now, come on,” Chyna said as she got up.

  By two o’clock, Babyface was done with class for the day. His schedule was set up to have classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday’s from nine until two. Chyna was in two out of his four classes. He was headed to meet her since their last class wasn’t together and his dick got hard when he saw her walking his way. “Heeyyy Jaleel!” she said when she got close to him.

  “Yooo, chill out wit dat shit. I wish I woulda known the damn teachers was gon call my real name out loud. I woulda stopped his ass,” Babyface said while shaking his head. Throughout high school, every teacher called him by his nickname. Only the principal called him by his government name when he got in trouble, which was pretty often, but all other teachers knew he wouldn’t answer to Jaleel.

  “What’s wrong with Jaleel?” Chyna asked amusingly.

  “Nothin really. Ever since Big Mama gave me the name Babyface, everyone called me that and that’s what I’m used to,” he replied.

  “Well, I like both names, so I’ma call you whichever one I want to,” Chyna told him. “Besides, if yo bad ass was Babyface in Chicago, you might NEED to be Jaleel here,” she said laughing.

  “I know you don’t want me to be a lame fuck like ya old man… you wouldn’t want me then,” Babyface said.

  “You wanna go grab something to eat? I’m hungry,” Chyna said, totally ignoring his last comment.

  “Yeah, I’m hungry as shit. Where you wanna go?” he asked.

  “Let’s go to this place called Johnny T’s. They have great food. Come on, you can ride with me,” Chyna said and grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction towards her car. She realized she grabbed his hand, then let it go.

  “Don’t be tryna act all shy and shit now,” Babyface said and grabbed her hand back. Chyna didn’t resist and headed for her car.

  Babyface was paying close attention to his surroundings as Chyna drove. “You taking me to the hood huh… you don’t belong over here girl,” Babyface said when they turned on Farish street.

  “It’s cool over here. Plus, I know how to handle my own,” Chyna said.

  “Word?” Babyface replied.

  “Word… don’t let the looks fool ya,” Chyna replied. She thought about her training in martial arts, as well as her dad teaching her how to shoot a gun by the time she was twelve. Not really liking why she had to learn these lessons so early, but her dad enrolled her in various martial art classes as soon as they left Chicago and hit Mississippi. Remembering that awful time, Chyna shook the thoughts off and returned her attention back to the man sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

  “Shiiiddd, I might need you on my team,” Babyface joked.

  “I just might take you up on that offer,” Chyna told him and winked, as she backed into a parking spot on the street adjacent to the restaurant.

  They were greeted and led to a booth as soon as they walked in. The waitress greeted Chyna by name and was shocked to see her with someone besides her friends or Pete. Babyface caught the stares, but he didn’t say anything. “I see you come here often,” he said after they placed their drink orders.

  “Yeah, this is a cool spot. My friends love it here. On Sunday nights, they do Karaoke. It’s a grown up establishment. Nothing like Freelon’s, but I like to hang out at different places,” Chyna said.

  “Your friends didn’t like Freelon’s I noticed. And they all seem bougie as fuck,” Babyface animatedly stated.

  “That’s an understatement,” Chyna said while laughing and thinking about her friends. She thought about how hard it was for her to get them to like regular things. It was like pulling teeth.

  “So, is this our first date and shit?” Babyface asked, breaking her from her thoughts.

  “You just say whatever the hell pops into your head huh… I like that,” Chyna said and smirked.

  “Yeah… my mom’s said my fucking mouth gon make me write a check my ass can’t cash. Shit ain’t happened yet tho,” Babyface replied laughing.

  “So, tell me why you’re in school. I think I know the answer, but I wanna hear it from you,” Chyna said, then took a sip of her water. Babyface sat there in deep thought before replying. For some reason, he felt so free with Chyna. It was like she just liked him for him because she didn’t know who the hell he was, what he had done, or what he was capable of. He could also tell that she was free and really enjoying him. “Before you give me some bullshit answer, let’s make a vow to always be straight up with each other. I know I shouldn’t even like you, but I do… but I need you to always be honest with me,” Chyna said with total honesty in her voice.

  “So, if I don’t wanna lie, just don’t answer, right?” he asked and laughed.

  “Something like that, but I’m a big girl. I can
handle the truth,” Chyna told him.

  “All girls say that shit man,” Babyface replied. The waitress interrupted their conversation by coming to take their orders. Chyna ordered catfish and grits, and Babyface decided he would have the Johnny T’s burger. As soon as the waitress left, Chyna struck the conversation back up.

  “My whole life has been planned by my mom. every single detail, and it has been frustrating as hell. She even had the college I would attend picked out, but I finally stood up for myself and decided I wanted to attend an HBCU. Our relationship has been a little strained since, and she even cut off some of my money, thinking I would run back to her and change my mind. I could easily tell my dad, but I want to overcome this on my own. He works in the real estate business and flips houses and shit. He does extremely well. People always look at me and see some little prissy girl, but I’m far from that. I know what type of guy you are and I wanna be down with you,” Chyna said blatantly. Babyface was taken aback by her straight forwardness. He never expected her to be the type of girl to even want to be street.

  He sat there staring at her and thinking before speaking. The waitress brought their food and sat it down in front of them. Babyface picked up his burger and took a bite from it. “This shit good… I know you think I’m ignoring you but, honestly, I’m just shocked as fuck. How the hell you think you got my life figured out? Why I can’t be a nigga tryna get a degree?” he asked, trying his best to be serious but failed miserably.

  “I know your ass ain’t serious about school because the classes I had with you, you didn’t pay attention to shit. You just in school as a damn cover up and we both know it,” Chyna replied smartly. Babyface laughed because she was dead ass right, but then he got serious.

  “Baby, you too pretty to even think about street shit. I want yo ass to be mine… well, you already mine, but I don’t want you caught up in no shit. I would hate to have to take your pops out or some shit,” he told her straight like that.