Chocolate Flava

by Zane

  When I went home for spring break, I got a letter from the college asking my ass not to return. I had flunked out. I called Mare, who was back home in Lake Vista, Louisiana, to see if he could talk to “Super Beta” McGregor. Even though it was one o’clock in the afternoon, Mare knocked the receiver off the phone and was pissed because I woke him up. After I read the letter, Mare yawned and gave me this long-ass speech about how “Beta stands for books” and how I apparently couldn’t hang. Then he tells me that he has to go because his girlfriend, Lauren, had to use the phone.

  I damn near dropped the phone. “Chi-town?”

  He whimpered in the receiver, “Yeah.”

  All I heard after that was the dial tone.

  It’s now three years later and I’m starting off at Wheatley College all over again, as a twenty-year-old off-campus freshman. I attend classes in the morning and then jet across town where I work the late-afternoon-until-dinner shift as a waitress at Delight’s Diner. Every evening, weekend, and free moment is spent with my son PJ. This time, I was ready to get my diploma. I was doing well too, until I had chemistry. The lab was kicking my ass! I knew I was in trouble when the lab assistant pulled me to the side one day after class.

  Beaker, the assistant, was a thick, sturdy brother. He had a closely cropped afro, bushy black eyebrows, and juicy lips that you just wanted to suck like a dick. The girls in the lab didn’t even try to step to Beak. The word on campus was unless you were a chemistry formula, Beaker wasn’t a bit interested.

  “Dini Brewster, right?”

  So I wouldn’t get associated with Phillip or that Beta drama, I now went by my middle name on campus.

  “Dini, you’re close to failing chem lab. Do you need some help? If you do, let me know. I tutor students under the Beta Community Service Project.”

  “Hold up, Beaker, you down with Beta?” I just couldn’t see it, with him always sporting that corny white lab coat all over campus.

  “Shh, I’m pledging now.”

  Beaker held up one finger to his beautiful mocha lips. He looked around on some Secret Service shit.

  “I really don’t even wanna be down but my pops, gramps, and big brother are Bleed Beta.”

  I’d heard this shit before. “Beak, what’s your last name?”

  “DuBois, why?”

  “Oh, shit!”

  Weeks went by, I played the game like I didn’t know he was Phillips’s baby brother, and Beaker tutored me and earned points with Beta. I even managed to pull a C out of chemistry. Later, my boy Beak would ask me for a favor.

  I’d bumped into him in the student union. “Damn, Beak, your face is fucked up!”

  I guess his future Beta brothers didn’t care if he was related to Mr. America, ’cause it looked like my boy Beak had taken three the hard way. Back when I was associated with Mare, I used to get my rocks off on all the attention. Pledges would approach me on campus begging me to keep Mare busy all night. Seeing Beaker scared, face shot to hell, and paranoid just didn’t give me that same rush anymore.

  “Dini, can you meet me later in Miller Hall?”

  “Hell, no! Whatever you got to tell me you can do it right here!”

  Beaker started looking around like a crackhead getting ready to sell you some hot shit, and let out a deep breath.

  “Listen, Dini, I’m still a virgin. I dated the same girl all through high school. I just knew this girl was going to be my future wife. We decided to lose our virginities on our prom night and…I’m sorry, Dini, I’ve been practicing this in my head all day. I didn’t realize it was…this is just so hard.”

  I snickered. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, Beak, I don’t mean to interrupt As the World Turns, but I got to roll out.”

  “Wait, Dini!”

  He grabbed my arm and I gave myself mad props. Why? Because if a motherfucker had done that a year ago, I would have broke my foot off in their ass. Beaker was different, though, and he looked so hurt.

  “Here we go again! Beak, you got five minutes to plead your case.”

  He took my hand and led me to a table. I sat on the bench and he straddled it so that he was facing me. I glanced down at his lap. I know, bad habit. Damn, was Beaker smuggling socks, or what?

  “On prom night, we made it to the hotel room and she asked me to undress for her. So I did this mean striptease for her. I had the Luther Vandross CD, the candles lit, and er’thang! I took off my jacket, then my tie, my cummerbund, my shirt, and finally…”

  “Damn, what?”

  “When I took off my pants, Dini, her eyes got big. When I pulled down my boxers, she grabbed her purse and ran out of the room. I still don’t know what I did wrong. She never spoke to me after that day. I been living like a monk ever since.”

  Beak looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He started fiddling with the hem of his lab coat. He took another deep breath and started talking at warp speed.

  “The big brothers told us we have to start choosing little sisters and the whole campus knows the pledge picks the girl they get down with and I ain’t trying to put myself out there again. I thought I would ask you.”

  Damn, I must have a Beta magnet implanted in my ass. “Listen, I don’t do virgins.”

  He took my hand. “The other day you left some papers in the chemistry lab and I got your address from the registrar’s office. I drove to your house, Dini, and I saw you outside playing with a little boy who I am going to assume is your son, right?” Beaker turned over my hand. “I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

  I know nerd boy wasn’t going to blast me for being a single mom! I tried to snatch my hand away, but he tightened his grip, leaned in close, and smiled.

  “I admire you, Dini. I like the way you keep your head up. You’re beautiful, you seem like a caring mom, and I know you’re smart. I guess I just wanted to ask for your help and let you know that I understand that some of us hide life’s scars well.”

  Was he Dr. Phil? Am I Oprah? Were we supposed to be sharing a moment?

  “If you need a place to hang when the brothers are beating your ass, just let me know.”

  I grabbed my backpack and started to walk away. Delight ain’t playing with the lateness! He had the prettiest smile just like his brother, damn him! Beaker followed me out and opened the door for me.

  “So, Beak, what is your real name?”

  “Huh? Oh, my name is Xavier.”

  Things were pretty uneventful on campus until Hell Week, when the Betas tried to break the pledges’ will and make them drop line. Xavier met me after my last class and begged me to sneak him off campus.

  “Please, Dini. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

  I was not having it. I finally had a weekend free of my parents and PJ. I planned to spend it soaking in my tub, Xavier-free. That was when I saw him—Mr. America, strutting around campus liked he owned the place. He was shaking hands, kissing babies—the whole nine. I instantly felt like “fresh meat.” I hate admitting this, but I wanted revenge.

  “Dini, please! That’s my brother, Phillip. If he sees me…damn!”

  Phillip the peacock, emphasis on the pea, came strolling over.

  “Little brother, who is this?”

  “This is my little sister, Dini. Dini, this is Phillip. He’s visiting campus this weekend to take the new brothers over.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Xavier! You talk too much, just like a little bitch!”

  Oh, it was on! Mare opened up that same tired Beta organizer and started writing. “Let me get your name again, shorty?”

  I couldn’t help it. I screamed at the top of my lungs, resembling one of them kids in the “Peanuts” cartoon, with the big blacked-out mouth. “My name is Dini, dumb ass! Maybe you would remember me by my first name, Tiffany?”

  It registered. Phillip looked around with the “oh shit” face as the whole damn campus stopped to peep the drama.

  Phillip snarled, “Tiffany! How could I forget the notorious Tiff Money?”

  I could tell
Phillip was nervous. He peeped some Betas walking toward us and took it as an opportunity to make his exit.

  “Well, would you look at the time? I’m meeting my father-in-law for lunch. Glad to see you’re still supporting Beta. Peace.”

  Luckily, Xavier was talking to one of his lab students while Mare was strolling down memory lane. By the time he turned around, Phillip was walking toward the president’s house.

  Xavier yelled at his brother’s back. “Tell Lauren I said ‘what’s up’!”

  “Lauren McGregor?”

  “Actually Lauren DuBois now, my sister-in-law. She grew up in Chicago with her mom, but came to Wheatley to be near her dad. So you know Lauren. Small world, huh?”

  Xavier kept on talking and I tuned him right out. I was thinking about one thing. Revenge. It was going to be fun now!

  Later that day, Xavier met me at the front gate of the college. He looked a mess. He was coated head to toe in dried mud. Apparently, the Betas thought it would be funny to pile into a Jeep and drag the pledges across a muddy field while they jogged behind it. Each pledge had a rope attached to his waist. One bad slip and that’s all she wrote. Instant Roscoe mud cake. Xavier limped over to my car and spread a towel on the passenger seat before getting in and closing the door.

  “Sorry about the mud, Dini.”

  “What did your brother say about me?” I tried not to catch his eye, hoping he wouldn’t notice my knuckles turning white while I gripped the steering wheel.

  “I haven’t seen him since this afternoon. I hope you’re not interested in him. Remember, he’s married.”

  “Naw, he ain’t my type.”

  On the drive home, I stopped at the supermarket and sent X in to buy the ingredients for dinner. I could tell he was embarrassed by his appearance, but I really wasn’t in the mood to give a fuck. We got back to the house where he showered and then fixed dinner. Yes, him! He was a decent cook, too. It was getting late, so I told him to get some sleep in my son’s room on his Tommy Tinker Big Boy bed. X didn’t seem to care. He took the steps in twos, like they were having a government cheese giveaway upstairs.

  “Shit! He better not use my mom’s expensive-ass guest towels!” When I got to the bathroom to check on X, he was already in the shower blaspheming Prince’s “Pink Cashmere” with the door wide open. Xavier shut off the water, rubbing the last trace of shampoo out of his eyes with my mom’s precious white guest towel. That’s when I saw it. At first I thought he had a growth on his thigh, but upon further inspection I realized it was his dick. It was a record breaker. It looked like one of those beige rulers you used to measure shit with in grade school. My mouth started salivating and I couldn’t move. It was love at first sight. Not me and X, but me and the dick. I slowly examined his body, not wanting to miss one inch. With the exception of his pubic hair, he was hairless. We locked eyes and I could tell he was waiting to hear a verdict.

  “Listen Xavier, don’t be fucking up my good towels.”

  “Alright, Dini. Thanks again for letting me stay over.” He looked disappointed, but he wouldn’t be for long.

  When he left the bathroom, I was standing right next to the doorway, completely naked. “X, every place got rules, and mine is you can’t lay an ashy ass on my sheets. Shit, a strong wind blow through and you’ll disappear right out my window.”

  I know I caught him off guard, but he regrouped quickly and laughed. I pushed him over to the bed and snatched his towel. “Lay down on your stomach!” He was still limp so it was manageable. I wanted a chance to see that ass, up close and personal. I straddled his back, rubbed my favorite frank-incense oil on his neck, and then worked my way down his back. He had the same Georgia-clay skin as his brother. I rubbed his ass cheeks and I could feel him shudder. I spread them, paused, and asked him if he scrubbed real well like a good boy.

  He just whispered, “Yeah, Dini.”

  I stuck my long tongue right into his asshole and Xavier let out this deep guttural moan. I licked all around his hole, gingerly tracing figure eights on that small area right above his sack. I started massaging his hairless ass cheeks and sucking on his nuts. First the left one and then the right, just like they were Jolly Ranchers, really gentle at first, like when you get that hit of the sour taste and then harder as it starts to melt in your mouth. “Flip over!”

  “Dini, why are you being so mean?”

  “Shut the fuck up! Just turn over!” Mare was right about one thing: Xavier was a chatterbox. He turned over, snatched the towel off the floor, and covered his johnson. “X, I got a two-year-old son. That means I see a naked dick on the regular. PJ ain’t shy about his, so don’t be shy about yours. It’s a dick.”

  I threw the towel back on the floor and damn if I didn’t hit the mother lode. It was long and thick. What to do? I played the role, like a sis sees a foot-long on the daily, put more oil on my hands, and started giving his freshly shaven “pledge head” a scalp massage. I wasn’t going to promise not to call Guinness Book of World Records, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to run like his prom date.

  “Dini, did you breastfeed?”

  “Damn, is it the Tommy Tinker bed? You breaking my flow, Xavier.”

  “Can I suck your breasts?”

  I held my tits in my hand and fed one to him. He propped himself up on his elbows and put my entire C cup in his mouth. I’m thinking, he is just as stupid as his brother. He slowly took it out of his mouth and gently bit my hard nipple. “Ouch!” He started sucking on both nipples, trying to see how thick and stiff he could make them. He stuck his huge tongue out, making sure he lifted each tit with his hand and lapped underneath them. This went on until my breasts were covered with red marks. I could feel my pussy juices flowing all over his thigh. Fuck the foreplay! I wanted his dick inside of me now!

  I led him by his rock hard dick to the dresser. I always loved PJ’s dresser; I bought it at a yard sale because it had a huge mirror attached to it. I knocked all the shit that was on top of the dresser onto the floor in one swoop. I wanted to see his face without him peeping mine. That way if my eyes rolled back and I started foaming at the mouth, I wouldn’t scare a brother. I never had a dick that big and thick inside of my pussy before—ever!

  I stuck my ass out so that it brushed his dick and said, “Hit me from behind, X.”

  He placed his hands on my shoulders and squeezed. He traced his index fingers down along my spine and tickled my shoulder blades with his nose. He hugged my body and tickled me as his fingers found their way to my pierced belly button.

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Please, I didn’t even feel it.”

  X kissed me on my back and whispered, “That’s good to know.”

  Why did I scream when he put in the head?

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Naw, baby boy, keep it moving.” He eased his shaft in slow, taste-testing the pussy, and then backed out, just leaving the head inside of me. After twenty minutes, I was in the groove! X was big and all, but I knew how to work it. “Pick up the pace, X. You ain’t gonna hurt a girl or nothing!”

  “D, I’m not completely inside of you yet.”

  “Um, okay.”

  I turned around and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me back to the “mini-me” bed and gently placed me on my back. X parted my thighs and placed one leg over each side of the bed so that I was straddling it. He squeezed my ass cheeks and inserted both of his middle fingers up its hole. As I gasped, X didn’t finish there. He stuck both thumbs in my hot dripping pussy. Although I was trying to play it cool, my pussy juice was all over his hands. I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his face to it.

  “No.”

  “No?” Just like his brother, don’t eat the pussy!

  He took his fingers out and sucked both thumbs and moaned, “Hmm, Dini taste good. But right now, I want you to make love to my mouth.”

  “What?”

  He gave me a sly smile and positioned me so that I was straddling his mouth.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just started to gently lower my pussy onto his mouth. He parted my lips with his fingers and blew on my clit. He licked right inside each lip, moving his thick tongue up and down its seam. Damn, I thought I was going to melt! He forced his tongue into my pussy hole. He found my clit, flicked it, and then sucked on it. I jumped up and he had this frustrated look on his face.

  “Dini, stop teasing me. Do you want this to happen or what?”

  I started fucking the shit out of his face. I placed my left hand in a push-up position and gripped the headboard with my right hand. I tried to suffocate him. X’s entire face was covered with my juice. I guess I got a little mack in me ’cause I started yelling, “You feel how I wanna be fucked? You feel it? You best drink this shit like water!”

  X was in the zone. He was slurping it up. He licked me from the top of my ass crack all the way to the roof of my pussy. He rolled me over and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. He got on the floor and put my thighs on his shoulders. He was licking my clit and massaging my pussy lips with his index finger and thumb. I felt my pussy contract and I knew I was getting ready to cum. As I was having the ultimate orgasm, cum shot out of me and landed on Xavier’s face.

  “Damn, I ain’t never came like that!” I screamed.

  We caught some sleep and when I woke up, he was gone. “Oh, hell no!” I ran down the steps fastening my robe, wearing one slipper, ready to run his ass down in my car for hitting and quitting. I was gonna decide when this was over, not some knucklehead nineteen-year-old. I heard the microwave timer go off and I poked my head in the kitchen. “Xavier, what are you doing down here at three in the morning?”

  “Damn, Dini. I just got hungry! I was going to wake you up but you were knocked out.”

  I unfastened my robe and sat on the kitchen table. “Why don’t you just help yourself to some of me?” I know the line was tired, but I just had to take another go at the dick.