Lil Mama From The Projects 3

by Mz. Toni

  “Yeah, we about to go party right now, to bring my birthday in.”

  “Damn aight, I’ll check you later, have fun,” I said.

  “I will,” she replied before hanging up.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cherish

  “Who was that on the phone?” Peter asked when I hung up, still laughing.

  “Oh, that was Jason,” I said nonchalantly.

  “Well what’s so funny, I would like to laugh too.”

  “Nothing, but I'm about to go to Camille’s room, I’ll be back.”

  “Alright, well I’ll be ready to go by the time you make it back,” he said, kissing my cheek. At midnight, I will be eighteen years old and I was bringing in my birthday turning up. Walking down the hall, I knocked on Shante’s door first.

  “What’s up boo, I was just getting ready,” she said when she answered.

  “I gotta tell y'all something, so meet me in Camille’s room,” I said laughing. When I got to Camille’s room, I could hear them arguing about something. Knocking on the door, I waited for one of them to answer.

  “Ummmm, should I come back?” I asked when Camille answered.

  “Hell naw, this nigga just mad cuz I won’t give his horny ass none of this good shit.”

  “Oh my God, y'all so nasty!” I said, walking into her room.

  “No, he so nasty. He knows we about to go out and I'm already dressed,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Hey Mark,” I said.

  “Yeah yeah,” he said, waving me off, all while having a mad face.

  “He’s such a spoiled brat. I tell him no one time in all the years we’ve been together and he acts like this,” she said laughing. It wasn't long before Shante and the rest of the girls came knocking on the door. When they were all there, I told them what happened.

  “So tell me why Jason went to check on Mama Betty and caught her fucking!”

  “What, stop lying!” Camille screamed. I looked over at Shante and she just sat there with her hand over her mouth.

  “Yo, Kasan is gonna flip. He swear his mama like the virgin Mary and shit,” Shante finally said, laughing.

  “Yes bitch and when he caught her, she told his ass to give her the spare key and call next time,” I said, cracking up.

  “Oh my God, Mama Betty done got her groove back and shit!” Camille said.

  “I been knew she was fucking, I'm just surprised that she got caught.”

  “Me too!” Camille cosigned.

  “How y’all knew?”

  “She was wearing makeup and shit, tryna get sexy for somebody,” Shante said laughing.

  “For real, that’s what y'all do!” Mark said from the door.

  “What, we ain't do shit,” Camille said laughing.

  “Y'all in here gossiping about my auntie.”

  “Boy bye, we talking!” Camille said, rolling her eyes.

  “Anyways, y'all ready to go? I mean ya birthday is in an hour,” Shante said.

  “Yeah, I'm ready. I gotta go add some lip gloss and grab Peter, then we’ll meet y'all downstairs,” I said, getting up and preparing to walk out. When I got back to my room, Peter was ready and he actually seemed excited. Walking into the bathroom, I fixed my hair a little and added some lips gloss. Tonight I was wearing a tight, tan leather skirt with a split that stopped just before my coota, a white shirt that stopped just above my belly button and white wedges. Snapping a picture of myself, I added it to Facebook and Instagram. As soon as I added it, I started getting a bunch of likes. Since being single, I decided to start an Instagram page and as soon as I made it and posted a few pics, my follower number began to increase. I don't know most of them. A few of the men I know from around the way, but for the most part, my Instagram is full of strangers. Walking out of the bathroom, me and Peter walked out of the room, arm and arm, and when we got downstairs, all eyes were on me.

  “Well damn, you really showing out, huh bitch!” Camille said, hugging me.

  “I mean I only turn eighteen once, right?”

  “You damn straight,” she replied.

  “Awwww, you look beautiful. I love this outfit on you!” Shante said.

  “Thanks boo,” I said with a smile. Walking out of the hotel, I searched for the car we had ordered, but I guess it was late because I only saw a damn limo.

  “Come on girl!” Shana said, walking up to the limo.

  “Girl, that ain't ours, you can't do that,” I said, scared.

  “It’s your birthday!” Camille screamed before running to the limo. When we were all in, our first stop was to some club. Pulling up, we gave our name and they let us straight through.

  “Oh my God, it’s so turnt in here!” I screamed.

  “Hell yeah!” Queesha said laughing. We headed straight for the V.I.P and I wasn't sitting there five minutes, before some sexy ass dude with dreads asked me to dance. Standing up and grabbing his hand, he led me to the dance floor. As I danced with this stranger, he matched every sway and every grind, as if he knew my body. I loved a man that could dance, that shit did something to me and he was damn sure working my body. I was having so much fun and I was even happier when the girls joined me on the dance floor with men that didn't belong to them. I watched as Shante dominated the dance floor. She was so confident and I loved that about her. I could tell that it was rubbing off on me. After dancing to five songs, we were all tired and out of breath. Excusing ourselves, we walked to the V.I.P area.

  “So, I wanna make a toast, so grab ya glass!” Camille said.

  “Yeeeeeeeee!” Shante screamed. I guess the song that came on was her shit.

  “I just wanna say happy birthday to my boo, my little sis and one of my best friends. You have been through so much and you handled it all like the G you are. I can't imagine not having you in my life and I'm so thankful that you allowed all of us to share this special day with you. Baby you’ve been grown for a long time, but now you're legally grown, so turn the fuck up!” she said with teary eyes.

  “Awwww, thanks boo!” I said, hugging her.

  “You are such a strong person and you deserve the world in my eyes,” Camille said, causing me to tear up.

  “Yeah, you do. When I first met you I thought, who is this damn girl trying to steal my bestie, but then I got to know you and to know you is to love you. You have become a little sister to us all and we love you boo!” Shante said, causing me to tear up.

  “Yasssssss Lil Mama, we all love you, and through whatever, we will always have your back!” Shana said, hugging me.

  “Awwwww, thanks y'all!” I said, hugging them. We were dancing in V.I.P, when my cellphone began to go off. After walking outside so I could hear, I answered the phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Happy birthday mommy!” I heard my baby Jas scream.

  “Thank you baby girl, what you doing up this late?”

  “I waited until twelve so I could call you,” she said, causing my heart to smile.

  “Awwwww, I feel so loved,” I said.

  “Daddy wants to talk to you,” she said.

  “Hello?”

  “Happy birthday Lil Mama,” I heard Mega say sexily.

  “Thank you, Jason.”

  “So are you having fun?” he asked.

  “Yeah, we’re at the club now.”

  “I saw them damn pictures you posted, when you start dressing like that?”

  “When I turned eighteen,” I said laughing.

  “Yeah I bet, but you looking good.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I just wanted to tell you how proud I am. You are a great mother to Jasmine and the twins, and I see your growth, even if I don't say it.”

  “I'm glad you see it. I felt bad for the shit that went down at your house.”

  “I should've told you about me and Kaliah, but I didn't and for that I was wrong.”

  “Well, I gotta get back inside. Tell the kids I love them and give them kisses for me,” I said before hanging up. Hearing that hoe’
s name just reminded me of the sad truth, he was going to marry her. She would soon be his wife and me just his baby mama. I hated that term, but let's be real, that’s what I would be called. If you would have told me a year ago that I would have these babies and me and Jason would be separated, I would've called you crazy. I must have been on the phone too long because when I hung up, the girls were coming out of the club.

  “Y'all ready to leave?” I asked.

  “Hell naw, the men ready to head back to the hotel, so they about to come scoop us,” Camille said. As we stood outside waiting, one of the men that we danced with walked up to Shante.

  “Damn queen, you like Cinderella. You rushed off so fast, I didn't get ya number.”

  “I can't give you my number, sorry.”

  “Ok, can you just tell me where you will be at and I will make sure I'm there,” he said. He was very handsome, with shoulder length dreads and some sexy ass lips.

  “I don't know…” Just as she was about to answer, the limo pulled up with the guys. I was nudging Shante, but she wasn't paying me no mind, she was too busy giggling at the dude.

  “What the fuck is so funny!” Kasan screamed out of the limo window. I watched as Shante’s whole body stiffened, but she quickly loosened up.

  “I gotta go,” she said to the dude, before turning and getting into the limo.

  “Tae baby, don't fucking play with me!”

  “What are you talking bout Kasan?” she said nonchalantly.

  “You really gonna make me fuck you up!” he snapped.

  “Nigga, I wish you would. I'm sure y'all were doing way worse at the club y'all went to, so don't play with me!” Shante snapped.

  “You always flipping and bouncing shit. We ain't talking bout me, we talking bout you standing in some nigga face!”

  “Ok Kasan, like I said, I wasn't doing shit. He asked me for my number and that was it.”

  “Cut it out y'all!” Camille said, shaking her head at them.

  “This nigga started it, acting all jealous and shit.”

  “Well it's Cherish’s birthday, so cut it out.”

  “They’re fine. I had an awesome birthday, now I just wanna go to sleep,” I said laughing. As we drove in the limo back to the hotel, Shante and Kasan continued to argue back and forth. When the limo pulled up to the hotel, I was ready to fly out because I couldn't take one more minute of Camille and Mark making out next to me like I wasn't even there.

  “Happy birthday baby,” Peter said, when we made it back to the room.

  “Thanks love,” I said, hugging him.

  “Did you have fun tonight?”

  “Yeah, we danced and got wasted. What about you, did you have fun too?” I said laughing.

  “No, it wasn't really my thing. I mean the whole popping bottles and smoking weed.”

  “Oh ok, well I'm sorry you didn't have a good time tonight.”

  “Well the night is still young and I have you with me,” he said, grabbing my waist. Standing up on my tippy toes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I wasn't sure if it was the liquor or my hormones, but I wanted him bad right now. Gripping my ass, he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. When we were there, he laid me gently on the bed. Climbing on top of me, he caressed my face and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I felt like he was trying to make love to me and that was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to be fucked, nothing more nothing less. Jumping up from underneath him, I began taking my clothes off quickly. I watched as he removed his clothes and his body was so damn buff and sexy. My mouth was watering just wondering what the rest of him looked like.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked sincerely.

  “Peter, if I didn't want this, I would have let you know,” I said, becoming frustrated. Don't get me wrong, I love how caring and attentive he is, but sometimes you just want to be taken without all that extra mess. There were times when I didn't even have to tell Mega anything. Shit, he didn't give me a chance to. He would just rip my clothes off and fuck me like it was the last piece he would ever get, that’s what I needed right now.

  “I wanna taste you,” he said hungrily. Laying my naked body on the bed, I sat back and waited for him to devour my cookie with his lips, but all I felt was a nibble and then a series of dry licks, like a damn cat. Looking down at him, I couldn't figure out if he was playing or if he was serious. When he lifted his head, the look on his face told me that he was dead serious. Laying my head back down, I closed my eyes and tried to get myself into what he was doing, but it wasn't working. This shit right here was terrible. In my mind, it couldn't get any worse, but I guess I had spoken too soon because one minute he was licking my clit fast, and the next minute he had bit down on it.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed, before punching him in the head.

  “Owww, what the fuck Cherish!” he snapped at me.

  “I'm soooo sorry. It was my reflexes, you bit me Peter!”

  “You didn't like it?” he asked.

  “No, it hurt, who would like that?”

  “My ex-girlfriend loved it,” he said smartly.

  “Well, I didn't,” I said. Not wanting to mess up the mood any more than what it was, I pushed him down on the bed and pulled his boxers off. I was starting to think that it just wasn't meant for us to have sex. I couldn't even see his actual dick, just a bunch of skin. It looked like his dick was playing peekaboo. I wasn't a sex pro, so I was clueless. I didn't know much, but one thing I knew was that I wasn't putting my mouth on that and he was damn sure using a condom, but that was gonna happen regardless.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked.

  “Yeah, but before we take things further, I have to ask you something.”

  “Ok.”

  “Are we planning on being together after tonight?”

  “Why can't we just enjoy each other? Why do we have to mess things up by adding a label?” I said, confused.

  “I have feelings for you Cherish and I thought you had feelings for me too.”

  “I do and you know that. I love spending time with you,” I said honestly.

  “So what's stopping you?”

  “I just feel like with Jason, we kinda rushed into things and that turned out horrible, so now I just want to take my time.”

  “I understand, but I'm not the friend kind of man. If I have sex with a woman, it's because she's my woman.”

  “So what are you saying?”

  “I'm saying you're worth the wait and maybe we should just wait,” he said, surprising me.

  “I guess you're right, but can you at least stay in my room tonight?” I said, lying beside him and curling up.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ashley

  I’ve been with Tyler for three days now and he is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. He doesn't treat me like an object and he isn't nice to me because of what’s between my legs, he is a genuinely kind hearted person.

  “Hey, are you up?” I asked, when I walked into the living room. He had been sleeping on the couch since I’d been here and has been a complete gentleman.

  “Yeah, what’s up, you good?” he asked.

  “I'm fine, how are you?” I asked.

  “I'm ok. I got a good amount of sleep in.”

  “Well I wanted to tell you that I was going back to my apartment later on today.”

  “Now wait a minute Ashley, I don't know if it was something I did or said to make you want to leave, but please understand she will continue to abuse you.”

  “No, you didn't do anything, I just want to grab my things.”

  “Is there something else you need me to buy?” he asked sweetly.

  “Oh no, but my car is parked there, some pictures of my daughter and my important papers are there. I just want to grab that stuff.”

  “I understand, let me get dressed and I’ll take you.”

  “Maybe I should just catch a cab. I don't know if she’s there or not and I definitely don't want you to get dragged
into my drama.”

  “I don't mind, I'm a cop, drama is my life,” he said with a smile.

  “Ok,” I said. I was actually really scared to go back because I wasn't sure of what she would do if she was there.

  “You ready?” he asked ten minutes later. When I looked up, he still had his work uniform on and I got nervous.

  “You sure you wanna wear that?”