Crackhead II: A Novel

by Lennox, Lisa

  Smurf half grinned and pushed up against her so she could feel what he was working with.

  LaQuan’s eyes sparked with delight when she felt his thick dick press against her thigh. “Let’s go.”

  Smurf drove LaQuan back to her house. After they got out of the car, he walked directly behind her, not once taking his hands off her hips as they walked up onto her front porch. LaQuan paused before unlocking her door.

  “Hey, go over there,” she whispered and pointed to the gangway. “My room is the last window. I’ll let you in.”

  Smurf looked at her as if she were crazy, but then he remembered she was just fifteen and probably couldn’t have dudes walking through the house in the middle of the night. Only because he had to get his nut out, he agreed to do the Spiderman crawl.

  Within a few minutes, LaQuan slowly and quietly raised her bedroom window and Smurf expertly climbed in. He looked around and saw posters of LL Cool J and UTFO.

  “Instead of looking at those,” she pointed to her wall, “why don’t you look at these,” she teased, modeling her simple white cotton panties and bra. Smurf pulled LaQuan toward him and roughly kissed her on the lips. LaQuan let him kiss her like that for a minute, and then she backed away. She turned on a small strobe light on her dresser, then flicked off her bedroom light. The rapidly flashing colorful lights flickered while she lay on her bed and watched him.

  Quickly, Smurf pulled his shirt over his head and retrieved his gun before he got out of his pants. LaQuan smiled when she saw the erection that filled his underwear.

  “Shh . . .” she said when she heard his car keys jingle in his pocket. He quietly draped his pants over her chair.

  Just as the rumor around town had it, Smurf didn’t lay his gun down when he fucked. Although that turned a lot of girls on, it was a promise that he made to himself when he got his first piece—never get caught without it.

  Grabbing his piece, Smurf got into LaQuan’s squeaky twin bed next to her.

  “Don’t make too much noise,” she told him, “because my grandmama might wake up.”

  This was the reason Smurf messed with older girls. Most of them had their own places, so their moms or grandmoms wouldn’t be home babysitting them.

  LaQuan pulled off her bra and slipped out of her panties. “I wanna see your thang,” she told Smurf.

  “That all you wanna do is see it?” he whispered in a teasing tone. “I want you to do more than that.”

  He took his underwear off and held the length of his dick in his hand.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Oh yeah,” LaQuan told him, “that thang is thick. Let’s get this shit started.”

  She lay back and Smurf rolled on top of her. He put his lips on hers, tasting her warm kisses, teasing her with his tongue. He tilted his head down to her neck. He gently traced an “O” and lightly sucked, exciting them both at the same time.

  Smurf’s hands found LaQuan’s breasts and he began to softly squeeze. He then replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking on her firm nipples. LaQuan let out a suppressed grunt as she groped the back of Smurf’s head while he sucked on every inch of her breasts.

  Smurf then slipped his hand down to LaQuan’s pussy, and caressed it.

  “That feels so good,” she whispered in Smurf’s ear. His lips found his way to the side of her neck. LaQuan began grinding her pussy against Smurf’s touch. “Put yo’ thang in,” she ordered.

  Smurf took his hand away from her pussy and got on his knees in between her legs. In his left hand, he held his gun and placed it on her chest. With his right, he grabbed his rock-hard dick and began sliding it up and down LaQuan’s slippery slit. He found the small opening he had been waiting to get up in.

  Slowly, Smurf attempted to ease his way inside LaQuan’s tight pussy. He removed his left hand from her chest and placed it, with the gun, to the side of her. He leaned forward. “Relax for me baby,” he whispered into her ear when he felt her tighten up. “Don’t fight it. Just let me put it in.”

  LaQuan followed Smurf’s instruction, opening her legs a little wider and relaxing. Even though Quannie wasn’t a virgin, most of the guys who ran up in her were average at best, and Smurf’s dick was bigger than what she was used to.

  He inched his way, bit by bit, into her tight pussy.

  “Ooh shit girl . . . umpf . . .” Smurf grunted once he was all the way in. “Wrap your legs around my back,” he told her.

  After LaQuan had Smurf locked in between her legs, he slowly began to stroke her insides.

  In . . . out . . . in . . . out . . . in, deep stroke . . . around and around. He stirred her pussy like he was mixing sugar and cream in coffee. Careful not to make too much noise, Smurf reached under LaQuan’s ass to dig deeper in her pussy.

  She sucked in a deep breath, more in ecstasy than in pain, when he hit bottom. “Oooh shit!” was all she managed to whisper between gritted teeth.

  Smurf had her pussy full and at the angle he needed. Her teenage juices let him slide deeper, continuing to hit bottom with each stroke. Teasing her with the head of his dick at the entrance of her pussy was out of the question. The noise the bed would make would certainly wake her grandmother. The groove they had going on was fine for young Smurf. Quannie’s pussy gripped him like a vacuum and he really didn’t want to get out of her.

  Smurf began to pick up his pace as he was near a nut. To keep him from making too much noise, LaQuan grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper inside, and met Smurf’s thrusts with a grind of her own. Smurf absentmindedly sucked hard on her neck until he busted a nut.

  Staying on the deep stroke until his orgasm subsided, Smurf eased up out of LaQuan’s vaginal grip and sat on the bed.

  “Go get me something,” he told her.

  LaQuan quietly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed to the bathroom. She returned with a warm, soapy washcloth.

  After Smurf wiped his dick off, he quietly dressed.

  Right before he left, he looked back at her and reached in his pocket and peeled off two bills.

  “What’s this?” she asked, looking at the money.

  “Here, take it.”

  “I ain’t no ho, boy,” she whispered angrily, not knowing that Smurf knew of her reputation.

  That took Smurf by surprise. “Never let no nigga dig up in shit that good without giving you something,” he told her. “Call me.”

  He dropped the dough on the nightstand and scurried out the same way he came. Just another night in the hood.

  CHAPTER 13

  WHEN SMURF ARRIVED back at his apartment, he found Dirty in the dark, drinking a glass of bourbon. Not saying a word, Smurf noticed that Dirty’s eyes followed him wherever he went.

  “What the fuck you looking at me like that fo’?” Smurf asked. “I ain’t on that homo shit, man.”

  “Man, why the fuck you think everything about you? Don’t nobody wanna fuck with yo’ lil’ bitty ass!” Dirty shouted.

  Smurf sensed that something was wrong with Dirty. He went to the refrigerator, grabbed the pitcher of fruit punch Kool-Aid, walked back to the living room, and sat across from Dirty while drinking out of the pitcher.

  After thinking about what to say, Smurf finally spoke.

  “Yo, Dirty, look man, we got off to a fucked-up start when you first came here.”

  “Why you so goddamn cocky, man? I’m here to help you.”

  “I don’t know, man,” Smurf answered honestly. “My momma always had these niggas running in and out the house for as long as I could remember. I had to be cocky ’cuz them niggas would put they hands on my moms and I wasn’t havin’ that shit.”

  “You know yo’ daddy?”

  “Naw, I don’t know his ass. I don’t know whether or not to hate him because my momma ain’t never talk about him until recently.”

  “Well lil’ nigga, I ain’t have no son either. Dink talked highly about you so when I met you, I thought we could take this shit on the streets to the next level. You a good student, Smu
rf, you just need to know when to back it down and when to step it up. Why don’t you just let me teach you instead of you trying to fight me on shit, man?”

  Smurf sat back and listened. He appreciated Dirty’s openness.

  “So what’s up with you tonight?” Smurf asked. “You look like shit.”

  Dirty twisted his lips. He knew he looked like shit. “Nothing, man.” He wiped his forehead with his hand as if he were trying to wipe away a memory. “Just got a lot of shit goin’ on these days.”

  Smurf thought back to his mother and their growing distance. “Me too, man, me too.”

  CHAPTER 14

  DEMOND HAD FINALLY tracked Gloria down. He’d heard word on the streets that she was back in the old neighborhood but hadn’t had the nerve to find out for himself, until now. “Glo,” he called out when he saw her emerge from her building. He had been sitting outside for hours, and he knew she had to leave sooner or later.

  She turned to see who was calling her name.

  The car Demond was driving was a magnet to her. She knew the person had money just by the newer-model BMW, but the look of hope on her face vanished when the window rolled down.

  “Baby, can I talk to you?”

  “I don’t have anything to say to you.” She continued to walk.

  “I know why you feel that way, but just hear me out. After we talk, if you still want me to go, then I will.”

  Gloria could do nothing but comply. “Come back in two days. Five o’clock in the afternoon. If you’re not here, then there’s nothing to say.”

  Gloria knew she needed that time to prepare herself emotionally to hear what Demond had to say. He’d left her high and dry, and she had questions she was determined to get answers to.

  Two days later, at five o’clock, Demond was at Gloria’s door, knocking. He knocked again in anticipation of seeing her.

  “Hi, beautiful,” he said when she opened the door. He handed her a bouquet of gas station flowers.

  She grabbed the flowers out of his hand. “You got two minutes to talk. So talk.”

  “Gloria, I don’t know where to begin.”

  “How ’bout from the beginning? Why you push me away?”

  “Baby, when I went down, I knew cops would come looking for anyone who was affiliated with me. You were only seventeen. You didn’t need to throw your life away because of me.”

  “Demond, you should have let me decide that. You burned rubber on me and didn’t think to look back. I wrote you, you returned the letters. I tried to visit you, you refused to see me. My life has been nothing but shit since you’ve been gone. I’ve been waitin’ for you all these years and you could have had the common courtesy to tell me what you wanted me to do, instead of pushing me away.” Gloria was in tears. “My heart hurts, Demond. I couldn’t let you go.”

  “Do you think it was easy for me to do what I did?” Gloria’s words had cut into Demond like a knife. “No, but because I loved you more than myself, I gave you a chance at another life. Not a life of always looking over your shoulder with a nigga like me.”

  “You shouldn’t have decided that for me. That was my decision. I’m tired of all the men in my life try’na tell me what’s best for me.”

  Demond saw the hurt in Gloria’s eyes. “You’re right, baby. But I’m back. I have seventeen years to make up to you. The decision is yours—let me make it up to you or send me back to where I came from.”

  CHAPTER 15

  AS THE DAYS went on, Laci felt more comfortable at school and with that, she began to trust others and gain more confidence in herself. Even though she had access to the cool million that her father left her, Laci continued to live as a regular college student, and unlike the South Bronx Bitches, the people around her didn’t feel threatened by her presence.

  Laci’s Algebra class let out and she gathered her belongings to leave the room. Just as she began to walk out, someone called her name.

  “Laci! Wait up!”

  She turned around and saw two white girls and one biracial girl walking toward her. Instinctively, Laci’s heart began to race. What do they want with me? She continued to distract herself by gathering her books.

  “Hi, Laci!” the tallest of the three spoke. “I’m Meranda, this is Gabrielle,” she pointed to the biracial girl, “and this is Samantha.”

  “Hi!” Gabrielle and Samantha said enthusiastically, in unison.

  “Hi,” Laci replied, although apprehensive. “It’s nice to meet you.” She noticed that each of the girls was dressed nicely. Meranda’s baby-blue and white Gucci track suit with the GG monogram matched her blue and white custom Gucci sneakers, and the black Gucci purse she carried set off her style. Gabrielle wore a Liz Claiborne acid-wash miniskirt, with a red leotard and black Liz Claiborne riding boots. Samantha’s tight-fitting acid-wash Guess jeans and a white-collared long-sleeved shirt made her look immaculate, and a black belt showed off her small waist. She had on black Aigner riding boots and a black bag to match. Each of the girls wore diamonds in her ears.

  “Hey, aren’t you in my Oral Communications class?” Laci asked Gabrielle.

  “Yes I am,” Gabrielle exclaimed, glad that Laci recognized her. “Girl, the paper you read about self-reflections was the bomb!”

  “Thanks.” Laci smiled, flung her backpack over her shoulder, and began walking.

  “We’ve been trying to get at you for a few weeks,” Meranda confessed.

  Laci looked up at her. “Why?”

  “No reason, you just look cool. Not fake like most of these chicks around here.” The other girls nodded their heads. “So where are you headed?” Meranda asked. All of the girls began following Laci.

  “Um, I was going to grab something to eat at the cafeteria. What were you all doing?”

  “We were headed to the cafeteria too,” Samantha confirmed. “Do you mind if we go with you?” Each of the girls smiled at Laci, waiting for her answer.

  They’re not the same kind of girls, Laci. It’s okay. Go ’head. Her inner self spoke and she had to trust her judgment. “No. I’d love the company and I’m starving!”

  The girls chatted about what most eighteen-year-old girls talk about on their short walk to the cafeteria—shopping. It was a far cry from what Tonette and her crew would talk about. Sensing that the girls had no ulterior motive, Laci began to let her guard down.

  As they walked to the cafeteria, Laci saw Dink walking toward her.

  “Hey baby,” she said as they met up. The girls looked on, wondering who Laci was talking to.

  “Where you going, babe?” He looked at Laci and the girls that were with her.

  “Lunch, but hey,” she looked at the girls then back at Dink, “let me introduce you to my friends. This is Meranda, Gabrielle, and Samantha.” She looked at the girls. “Ladies, this is my boyfriend, Daryl.”

  “Hi Daryl!” they all said in unison, grinning from ear to ear, looking at him.

  “Wassup.” He acknowledged them with a nod.

  “You wanna join us?” Laci asked.

  Looking at the girls, Dink thought against it. “Naw baby, I’ll just see you later.” He bent down and kissed Laci on her lips and walked away.

  The cafeteria looked different to Laci—bright, clean, and not overwhelming. She and Dink often ate together and she sat while he got their food, but today, Laci was able to get her own and it felt good.

  Once all of the girls had paid for their food, they bumbled their way through the crowded cafeteria to find a place to sit.

  “So Laci, where are you from?” Meranda asked after settling into her seat, as she cut into her tuna sandwich with a plastic fork.

  “I’m from the South Bronx.” Laci put her spoon into her chicken-and-rice soup, stirred, and tested the warmth with her tongue.

  “The South Bronx?” Meranda asked, taking a bite of the sandwich. They all looked at her in amazement but with concern. “Isn’t that kinda rough?”

  “Yeah, it is, but I lived in Riverdale to be exact. Mos
t people don’t know about Riverdale, so I just said the South Bronx. Everybody knows about that.”

  “Oh yeah, Riverdale. I heard of that,” Samantha said, putting dressing on her chef salad. “That’s a nice community.”

  “Yeah, it’s cool.” Laci looked among the girls. “So where are y’all from?”

  “I’m from Boston,” Meranda said, opening up the bag of chips she’d bought with her sandwich. “We live in the South End.”

  “I’m from California,” Samantha chimed in, “Orange County specifically.”

  “And I’m from Upper West in Jersey,” Gabrielle said as she dug into her cheeseburger like it was the last meal she’d ever have.

  Laci knew that she would fit in with her new friends. They were a lot like her—they were privileged to have more than the average person. Even though Laci thought it would be easier to not be around people like her, the summer proved differently and she welcomed them.

  “Did you ever go to the heart of the South Bronx, where all the stuff was going on, Laci?” Gabrielle asked. “The news always reports stuff going on there. It’s just horrible!” She frowned.

  “You’re right, but that’s why I’m here,” Laci told her, ignoring her initial question, “to get away from it all and start my life over again.”

  “Well, we’re glad you’re here,” Meranda said.

  Gabrielle and Samantha agreed.

  Laci smiled and realized that she finally fit in with people who liked her. She was able to enjoy life.

  CHAPTER 16

  DIRTY AND SMURF began spending a lot of time together. They had been traveling more often between the South Bronx and Harlem. Unbeknownst to Smurf, Dirty was training him for the next level in the operation.

  A couple of days later, at Dirty’s suggestion, Smurf called an emergency meeting at the corner store. Both men sat inside the office and waited for the crew to show up. Smurf normally held their meetings on Monday, but a lot of shit had popped off since their last meeting.