Secrets of a Kept Chick Saga

by Ambria Davis

  “Umm, I’m ’bout to come, Jay,” I said, as I started coming.

  “You taste so good, ma,” he said, licking his lips. He then kissed me, letting me taste my own juices.

  “Come on, ma, I’m just getting started,” he said as he climbed on top of me. Entering me, he let out a low moan.

  “Umm, baby, yes,” I moaned, as he started pumping.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered in my ear.

  “You do too, baby,” I replied.

  “This pussy is mine, right, Mimi?” he asked, fucking me long and hard.

  “Yes, Daddy, this is your pussy. Fuck your pussy, baby,” I replied, as he continued to slam in and out of my pussy, making me feel every hard inch.

  “Oh, yes, like that. Do it like that,” I moaned out in pure pleasure.

  “Like this?” he asked, rotating his hips, stirring my juices. He then put my legs on his shoulders and started pumping faster and faster.

  “Yes, baby, just like that. Do it just like that,” I replied, meeting him thrust for thrust. My boy started pumping real fast and rolling his hips, and I was getting higher by the second. This nigga had me on a sex high that I was ready to come off of. Before I knew it, I was coming again, but I wasn’t done with him.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, then I flipped him over on his back so that I was on top. I guided his tool back inside of me, and then I started riding him. Starting slow, I moved back and forth, kind of like a seesaw. I pulled out a few tricks and started out circling my hips in a figure eight, then I began bouncing on his dick.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, watching his dick going in and out of me. He put one of my titties in his mouth and started sucking.

  “Yeah, ma, ride that shit,” he said, slapping my ass cheeks. “Show Daddy how good you ride.”

  Closing his eyes, he threw his head back up and down. I rolled my hips like there was no tomorrow. I placed his hands on my waist, and he started pumping in and out of me fast, letting me know that he was about to come.

  “Make me come, ma,” he said.

  I started riding him faster and faster, pulling out every trick that I knew. I wanted to send him home with something to remember me by. His dick was feeling hella good. Before I knew it, he was coming, and I was right behind him.

  Falling forward out of breath, I lay my head on his chest, with his dick still inside of me. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and laid me down beside him. I looked at him. I was becoming sad all over again. Damn, I’m going to miss him, I thought.

  “Don’t worry, ma. I promise that I’ll be back before you know it,” he said as if he could read my mind.

  “I know. I’m going to miss you, that’s all,” I replied, but before he could say anything, his phone started ringing. I sat there staring at his fine ass while he was talking to whoever it was on the other end.

  “Come on, ma. That was Mark. He over there bitching about me being late and all. So let’s go take a shower before we leave,” he said, carrying me to the bathroom.

  After taking a shower, I walked them down to the front desk to check out. Once he was through, we headed outside to his car. I wanted to cry so bad right now, but I held it in as best as I could.

  “Come here, ma,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. “I promise you that I’ll be back real soon.”

  “Hurry back,” I replied, giving him a quick peck.

  Shit, he was about to leave me. I wasn’t trying to start something that I couldn’t finish. I briefly said good-bye to Mark and turned back to Jay.

  “See you soon,” he said, getting into his car.

  I watched until his car was no longer in sight. My baby was gone, and here I was going back to my fucked-up-ass life. Reality hit me too fucking quick. On my way back into the hotel, I bumped into the last person that I wanted to see.

  “Oh, you ain’t happy to see me?”

  “What are you doing here, ’Reek?” I asked him with an attitude.

  “You really thought that I was playing with you this time, Amina?”

  “I told you that I was going to take care of it. Why you wanna try to start something? I already told you time and time again that we can’t be together,” I said walking off, but he pulled me by my arm. This nigga must be out of his mind!

  “If I wait on you to do anything, then I’ll be waiting on you forever. Besides, Kay invited me down here, and someone wanted to see you,” he replied, stepping to the side.

  “Hey, Mommy,” I heard a soft voice say.

  “Hey, Mama’s baby, how are you?” I asked, stooping down so that I could look at her face-to-face.

  “I’m fine, Mommy, but I want to come live with you,” she replied sadly.

  It broke my heart every time my daughter asked to come and stay with me, because I know that she couldn’t. I love my daughter to death, but her father was a pain in the ass. If I knew this nigga was playing it like that, I would have never fucked with him in the first place.

  * * *

  When I Turned Eighteen . . .

  I remember the day that I started fucking with Tyreek. It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was happy as I could be. I was supposed to be having this big birthday bash, followed by a walk on Canal Street. That day I was on cloud nine. You couldn’t tell me that my shit was stinking, because I’d shoot you down with the quickest. That day was really my day . . . or so I thought.

  I was sitting in the salon getting ready to get my hair and nails done when these busted bitches came strolling in. I paid them no mind as I read the magazine that I had in my hand. There was an article about the New Orleans Saints that I was trying to read, but I couldn’t because them bitches were making too much noise. I was about to call them on that shit until I heard Kaylin’s name come out of one of them bitches’ mouth.

  “Bitch, you going to the party with me, right?” the light-skinned one asked her friend.

  “Girl, I already told ya ass that I was coming,” she replied to her.

  “Good, because I know Kaylin’s going to be all in his bitch’s face tonight. You know that’s who he’s throwing this party for, but if that bitch only knew,” the light-skinned one replied, smacking her lips like she was chewing gum or some shit.

  I wanted to go over there so bad, but I didn’t. I mean, why the fuck would I worry about them hoes? He’d just bought me a brand-new car, and he moved me into a condo. Shit, I was over here getting myself all glamorous with his money, and that outfit that I was going to get from the mall, I was getting with his money. That party tonight? Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be for me. It was funded with . . . yet again—with his money. So I wasn’t about to waste my time on these hoes. The only thing they got out of the deal was a wet ass. Bitches be lying on their backs and going home with empty-ass pockets. Bitch, please, and they wanted to feel sorry for me. Hell, I felt sorry for their stupid asses.

  I let them talk that trash only because it was just that . . . trash. Those hoes couldn’t touch me on my worst fucking day. I had a surprise for them, though. I couldn’t wait until I see them again. I was gonna make them hoes’ head hurt. I was going to show them just who to feel sorry for, and, bitch, it wasn’t Mimi.

  I was happy when Cidney signaled for me to come on, because these hoes were too through for me. I did my nails and shit first, and then I ended up getting an updo with bangs to the front. When I was done, I paid for my hair and gave her a big fat tip. Then I threw on my shades and walked out like I owned the place. When I got to where those hoes were that were talking all that shit earlier, I took my shades off and looked at them.

  “Yo, Cidney,” I said to the woman who just finished getting me right.

  “’Sup, Mimi, what’s going on?” she replied, looking at me and then to them two birds.

  “It’s cool. Nothing is going on. I wanted to treat these ladies to whatever they were getting today,” I said, pulling out two fresh and crisp hundred-dollar bills.

  “Here, this should cover it.”

  “Okay,�
� she replied, and took the money out of my hand.

  “Thank you,” I heard the light-skinned chick said.

  “Yeah, thanks, girl,” her sidekick responded.

  “No problem, ladies, enjoy the rest of your evening,” I replied.

  I threw my shades on, flipped my hair on them silly hoes, and went to meet Troy and Stacy at the mall. I swear, after I did that shit, my ego was boosted up.

  * * *

  It didn’t take long for me to make it to the mall. I quickly pulled up into a parking spot, got out, and went to meet my girls at the food court. Walking through the mall was a task itself. I received a million looks from the fellas and a billion glares from the hoes. If I wasn’t on a timed schedule, I would’ve gave them hoes something extra to hate, but being as I had shit to do, I left that shit for another time. Right now, I had to find the perfect outfit for my party tonight. Otherwise, some of these hoes would’ve been going home with some sad faces—humph!

  I made it to the food court and looked around for Troy and Stacy, but I didn’t see them. The fuck these bitches rushed me for and they’re not here their damn selves. I pulled out my phone and was about to call them when someone tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned to see who it was, I saw Troy standing there with Stacy.

  “I was about to call and go off on you bitches,” I said, hugging Troy.

  “I bet you were, but you do remember that you was late and not us, right?” she laughed and hugged me back.

  “What’s up, girl?” I said, nodding my head at Stacy.

  I wasn’t into shady bitches, and Stacy was definitely one of them. Troy was the one who kept that ho around, because if it was up to me, that ho would’ve been cut the fuck off. You see, ever since I started talking to Kaylin, Stacy’s been real salty. I mean, I don’t know why, because she was fucking with his best friend Tyreek, and we were always double dating and shit. She don’t think that I be peeping that out, but I do. Stacy was a hater on the low. That’s why I chose to stay my distance from her. I mean, how could she hate and not like me and we supposed to be friends and shit? Where they do that at? Only in New Orleans, I guess.

  “Nothing much. What’s going on with you? How’s it like living in Kenner?” she asked, with a slight attitude.

  See, that’s the shit I was talking about right there. She was always salty for no fucking reason. I wasn’t even about to go there with her, but what I wanted to know was how did she know where I stayed at? I mean, the only two people that knew where I stayed were Troy and Kaylin. I know for a fact that Kaylin didn’t tell her that shit, which left Troy. She knew that after that shit had happened to me, I didn’t want anyone to know where I stayed.

  “It’s great. It’s peaceful, and I don’t have to worry about all the shit that I had to when I was staying in the ninth Ward,” I replied, looking from her to Troy.

  The look on Troy’s face screamed, “Mimi, please, don’t do this here.”

  That bitch looked like she was scared or something. I wanted to laugh in her face. Instead, I took the high road and left it alone.

  “Well, that’s good. How you and Kaylin been doing?” she asked, and I could’ve sworn that I saw a smirk plastered on that bitch’s face a second ago.

  “Look, are we going shopping, or do y’all want to sit here and talk? Because I don’t have time for that shit. I have places to go and things to do,” I said and looked at them.

  I wasn’t playing with these bitches today. Either they were shopping or not. It seemed like everyone wanted to play with Mimi today.

  “Look, let’s just go shopping. Today is supposed to be your day and all, so let’s enjoy it. I would hate for something to go down and your day gets ruined,” Troy said, but I was still focused on Stacy’s ole salt-throwing ass.

  I wanted to dog check that ho, but I didn’t. Instead, I put my feelings aside, only because today was my day. If it wasn’t, I would’ve done that ho in. See, people thought because I was quiet and shit that they could get over on me. I was not feeling that shit anymore. I was tired of that shit, and it wasn’t going to happen again. Bitches used to say all kind of crazy shit to the old Mimi, and she didn’t do anything. This here was the new Mimi, and I guarantee you that I wasn’t letting that shit go down this time.

  I was trying to be the bigger person, so I walked off, and I didn’t care if them hoes chose to follow me or not. I was going shopping with or without they asses. Just to be sure, I looked back, and sure as hell, they were following me. See that shit wasn’t hard; they should’ve done that shit from the jump. But, no, that bitch Stacy wanted to try me by coming at me sideways. As I recall, we all grew up struggling together, so none of us were better than the next.

  It took four hours, six stores, and about twenty different outfits until I found the perfect one for my party. I was glad that I got there in time, because the lady was just putting them out. The other good thing about it was that it was one of a kind, so I didn’t have to worry about somebody else showing up to my party wearing the same thing. I was a happy camper.

  After leaving the mall, I went straight home. When I got in the door, I kicked off my shoes and tore my clothes off piece by piece, leaving a trail behind me. Walking into my room, I went straight to the bathroom, where I planned on soaking in a nice hot bath. I turned on the water and went to get me a glass of wine. When I came back, I popped in my Xscape CD and got in.

  I started thinking about what had happened earlier in the salon. I wondered if Kaylin was really cheating on me. I mean, he didn’t act nothing like it. He bought me all kinds of shit, he took me to all kind of different places, and he gave me plenty of money. So, when did he have the time to cheat? Or are all those things gifts because he knew for a fact that he’s cheating, and he didn’t want me to find out. I started thinking about Stacy and why, after all these years, she became salty with a nigga. I mean, I knew I didn’t do anything to her. So why was she behaving that way?

  Fuck it, if she didn’t like me, then that’s that. I didn’t have time for all of that. I’d be graduating next month, and soon, I’d be leaving the NO altogether.

  My mind started to drift to my mother, but before it could completely get there, my favorite song by Xscape came on. I sat up in the tub and started singing my ass off.

  “Never should have kissed you, never made that call. I told myself,” I sang along with “Tiny,” LaTocha, Kandi, and Tamika as they took that song and its meaning to another level. Shit, after everything that happened today, I was starting to feel the same way “Tiny” did with Zebo’s ass.

  When I was done taking my bath, it was past eight. I had to move quickly because I still had a lot of shit to do. I had to get myself ready, pick up Troy, and go see the weed man. Shit, I was trying to get fucked up tonight.

  I grabbed my bottle of oil from the dresser and went about the task of oiling my body. Squeezing a small amount onto my hands, I bent down to oil my legs. I was about to rise back up when I felt something hard pressed against my ass. I jumped and turned around. I stood face-to-face with Kaylin. Well, not face-to-face . . . sort of like face-to-chest, but you get my drift.

  “Happy birthday, baby,” he said in a tone that made my pussy jump.

  “Thanks,” I said, as I tried to turn from what I knew was about to happen.

  “Nah, ma, don’t try to run. I need some of that,” he said as he started kissing my neck. That nigga knew just what he was doing; he knew that was my spot there.

  “Nah, Kay, we gotta get ready for the parrrrrty,” I tried to say, but that nigga was getting it.

  “Fuck it. We gon’ make a grand entrance in that muthafucker. Now, come on and get ya man right. All I need is a quickie . . . until later on,” he said, and I couldn’t do nothing but oblige.

  I had a lot of time to make up for, because it took me a whole year after I got raped to have sex with him. He waited and was very patient with me. Now it was time for me to handle my business.

  I turned around, stood on my tippy toes,
and started to kiss him. It wasn’t that fake-ass shit you’d see in the movies. My kisses spoke volumes. With each kiss that I gave him, it meant that I loved him. Leaving his lips alone, I start nibbling on his neck. Then I started trailing kisses down the side of his neck, coming all the way to the center of his chest. I pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing him in the center of his chest again, leading all the way down to his dick. I was scared as hell, because I never gave head before. I guess there was a first time for everything. No lie, this nigga had a pretty piece of meat, and the shit was so fucking thick.

  I took his dick into my hands and gave it a couple of kisses. One was to say thank you for waiting for me, and another just because that shit was pretty. I slid it into my mouth and made sure that my mouth was sloppy wet as I started sucking up and down his shaft, mimicking the thrusting motion of penetration. Up and down, my head moved at a slow but pleasurable pace. I tried something that I had seen on them porn videos, but I had no idea if I was doing it right. Taking my time, I moved to his balls, gently sucking one at a time. After doing that for all of five minutes, I went back to his dick. Paying more attention to his head, I took it into my mouth. I placed as much of him in my mouth that I could take, and then I started sucking again. This time, I sped up the pace, making sure to keep that shit sloppy wet. If there was one thing that I knew, I knew for sure that a nigga never liked a dry mouth. That shit was such a turnoff, I’d heard. I wasn’t too big on giving head because I didn’t know what I was doing. I guess he knew that shit too, because it wasn’t long before he decided to take control.

  I was concerned about fucking him without a condom, but I let that shit ride for now. I lay back on the bed as he crawled on top of me. For some reason, my heart started beating superfast.

  “Ease up, ma, all you gotta do is relax. I promise that I won’t hurt you,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Oh . . . Okay,” I replied, taking a deep breath, and then letting it out. I was trying to calm my nerves down.

  Positioning his head at my slit, I took a deep breath as he entered me, giving me an inch at a time. When he was all the way in, he stayed there motionless, gazing in my eyes. After a minute, he started moving his hips in a circular motion. I tried not to think about what happened a year ago as I started to enjoy what my man was doing to me. Placing one of my legs in the crease of his arm, he started going in and out. He started off slow, and then he picked up speed. I started to move my hips, matching his thrust. He took my legs and placed them on his shoulders as he plugged in and out, hitting the bottom every time. It was a painful, but pleasurable experience and brought tears to my eyes. With each thrust that he took, those tears fell down my cheek. I finally knew what it felt like to be loved by a man, but he wasn’t just any man . . . He was my man. I mean, we had sex before, here and there, but it was nothing like this. This time, it was special, like we were marking a new beginning for life—for us.