by T'Anne Marie
“What we call weed here at 74th Street Baptist Church, we call it a sinny, sin, sin. Well, round here between Normandy and Western we call this here a little twenty, twen, twen, weeeell Niiiiigaaa!” they mocked the movie in unison. Notorious laughed as he ran his fingers through her hair. She so fuckin beautiful, I can really get use to this, he thought looking down at Kyra as she watched the movie laying across his lap. Notorious had never felt the way he felt about any girl, and they hadn’t even had sex yet. He had all kinds of girls trying to get at him, some old enough to be his mother. It was just something about Kyra that drove him crazy.
At about 9:45, Ms. Brenda walked in the living room to let them know their dinner was ready. By this time, Kyra had fallen asleep in Notorious’ lap. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Wake up beautiful the food’s done,” he said, while placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“That girl know she can’t watch a movie without falling asleep,” her mother said, giggling while walking back to the kitchen. Kyra rose up from his lap rubbing her eyes.
“Why you let me fall asleep punk, was I snoring?” she asked, laughing at the same time.
“Nah, you wasn’t, but you looked beautiful,” he said, smiling at her.
“Yeah right, I be looking hella ugly when I’m sleep! Come on fool let’s go eat,” she said grabbing his hand leading him to the kitchen. When they got to the kitchen her mom had already made plates. She fixed smothered pork chops, cabbage, candy yams, and hot water corn bread.
“Hope yawl enjoy! I’m goin to take me a bath and rest a bit before work,” Ms. Brenda said before leaving the kitchen. Kyra and Notorious sat at the table and enjoyed their meal. When they were done, they cleaned up and headed back to the living room to watch more movies.
“Okay babe, what you wanna watch next?” she asked, standing in front of the TV.
“I don’t care, how bout you pick this time,” he said, flopping down on the sofa.
“Uhhm okay, how about, Menace To Society?” she asked, holding up the movie.
“Now you know you don’t know nothing about no Menace to Society!” he said, laughing.
“Boy please, this one of my favorite movies! NIGGA I SAID A DOUBLE BURGER WITH CHEESE!” She laughed and imitated Kane. The two fell out in laughter.
“Okay okay, I see you hip a lil bit,” Notorious said, still cracking up at her. Kyra put the movie in and crawled back in the same spot she was in for the first movie. At about 11:30, they heard Kyra’s mother coming down the stairs to leave for work.
“Hey yawl, I’m getting ready to head out for work. Since it’s the weekend, Dorian, you can stay a lil while longer, but when I call, that mean it’s time to go home okay,” she said, putting on her jacket and grabbing her belongings.
“Okay, yes ma’am,” he replied in a sincere tone. She then kissed Kyra and headed out the door.
“Okay, now this is really weird; my momma just let you stay while she’s going to work! Yeah, she must like yo ass.” Kyra said laughing.
“Well, that’s a good thing right?” Notorious asked.
“I guess it’s good to somebody like you, cuz I can’t stand yo ass!” she said jokingly and straddled his lap.
“Yeah right, you couldn’t make yo self believe that if you wanted to. You know you love a nigga,” he said, smiling and showing his perfect pearly whites.
“Nah nigga, you know you love me!” she shot back.
“Okay and what if I told you I did?” he asked in a serious tone. That made Kyra smile on the inside. She had been fell in love with him; she just didn’t know how to tell him.
“Well, what if I told you I did too?” she replied, smiling but very serious.
“Then I guess we feel the same way,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. He caressed her back while slowly making his way down to her ass and started to caress it. He then worked his smooth lips down and began to place soft wet kisses on her neck. She could feel his man rise through his jeans as she slowly grinded her hips on top of his lap.
“Damn boo, you got my dick hard as fuck,” he said, chuckling. Notorious was curious and wanted to see what she felt like on the inside.
“Ole horny ass!” she replied, laughing. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her but she was scared.
“I hope you don’t stop liking me when I tell you this, but I’m a virgin, Dorian,” she blurted out quickly.
“Okay, what’s so bad about that? That’s good. We can wait if you want!” he said in a serious tone. He really liked her, and he didn’t want to make he feel misused in any way.
“Nah, it’s not like that. I wanna do this with you; I’m just scared it might hurt,” she said.
“Boo, I will never hurt you. I’ll be gentle; I promise. That’s only if you wanna do it though,” he said, assuring her that he wasn’t in a hurry to have sex with her.
“If you promise to be gentle, I’m ready,” she said, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs to her bedroom. She figured if she was going to lose her virginity, it wasn’t going to be on the living room couch. As they were walking up the steps, he licked and bit his lips while admiring Kyra’s body. She wasn’t your average 15-year-old; her body was every bit of 21. When Notorious and Kyra got upstairs to her bedroom, she instantly became nervous. Her stomach felt as if she had just eaten a thousand butterflies, and her throat felt like she was swallowing 10 golf balls.
“So, what you want me to do?” she asked nervously. Notorious could tell she was nervous; he just wanted her to relax.
“Just calm down babe, relax! Lay on your back, I got this, I promise,” he replied. Kyra did as she was told. She trusted Notorious enough to know he would never do anything to hurt her. He climbed on top of her and began to kiss her slowly. He then worked his way down to her neck and then to her breast. He kissed and bit her nipples through her shirt and bra before removing them. When he freed her breasts, her nipples were looking right at him. He took one in his mouth, while caressing the other. Kyra then let out a soft moan; her pussy was throbbing and she couldn’t believe how he was making her body feel. Notorious then took the nipple he was caressing in his mouth. Kyra instantly arched her back up off of the bed. He was driving her crazy and he was just getting started. He then began to make a kiss trail down Kyra’s chest to the bottom of her belly button.
When he got to the top of her jeans, he unbuttoned them and pulled them off. He then placed multiple kisses at the top of her panty line before pulling them off with his teeth. Kyra had her head tilted back in pure ecstasy; his kisses felt like paradise. When he got her panties off, he spread her legs as far as she would let him and exposed her pretty pussy to himself. His mouth instantly began to water as he looked at her hard pulsating clit. Notorious then leaned in and gave it a kiss, wrapping his big soft lips around her hard pearl. He moved his warm wet tongue in circular motion as he slowly stuck one finger in Kyra’s tight wet vagina to open her up a little. She moaned and moved her hips in circles at the speed of his tongue. She could feel a tingling sensation in her body as she felt her clit began to throb harder. Her body began to jerk and she let out a loud scream as she climaxed.
“Ahhhhhhh shiiiiit!” Kyra didn’t know what was happening to her; all she knew was she loved every bit of it.
“Shhhhh girl, you can’t be screaming like that! People gon think I’m in here killing you!” he said, laughing when he came up for air.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” she said, smiling. Notorious then stood up and undressed himself. When he pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger boxers, his 9-inch dick was rock hard. Kyra just stared at it. It’s so big and smooth, she thought to herself.
Notorious then reached down into his pants pocket and grabbed a condom. He opened it, placed it on the head of his penis, and rolled it on. After putting the wrapper back in his pocket so Kyra’s mother wouldn’t find it, he climbed on top of her. He gently kissed her lips and asked her was she ready. After getting her assurance, he slowly inserted the head of his penis
into her soaking wet virgin love box. Kyra quickly slid back; his manhood was so thick, it was painful.
“You ok boo, you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No, just get it in, so the pain can be over!” she replied while covering her face with both of her hands. Notorious proceeded to work his way into Kyra trying his best not to hurt her. Once he was in, he began to give her long slow strokes as if they were making love. The pain she was feeling became pleasure, and she was loving every minute of it.
“Damn boo, you feel so good,” he said between moans. With every stroke, he could feel her gripping his dick with her tight walls. He couldn’t hold back much longer. After 5 minutes, he let out a loud grunt and emptied himself inside the condom inside of her.
“Girl you’ll drive a nigga crazy with that thang,” he said, laughing as he was pulling himself out of her.
“Well, you not too bad yourself,” she replied, getting up to go to the bathroom. Her first time was everything she imagined and she was even more happy she shared it with him. Kyra and Notorious cleaned up. After they laid in the bed, they cuddled and talked. Kyra began to fall asleep in his arms; he made her feel just that comfortable. He ran his fingers through her hair and in no time, he fell asleep right after.
Chapter 7
One Year Later
“Ooooh shit Rashad, right there. Ooh my goodness, don’t stop; I’m about to cum!” Carmen moaned as Whack was devouring her pussy on her bedroom dresser. They had been secretly messing around for about the past 8 months. Whack had been trying to get with Carmen since he first met her and she finally gave in one day they were home alone. Whack was sucking the life out of Carmen’s hard clit while finger fucking her at the same time. “Yes, yes, finger fuck that pussy harder! You know I like that ruff shit!” she yelled in ecstasy; they were rocking the shit out of her dresser. She was grinding so fast and hard up against his face, he could barely breath. He was loving every minute of it; the faster she twirled, the harder and faster he sucked. Carmen could feel her orgasm coming; her toes began to lock and she could feel the spirit leaving her body. “Rashad, Rashad, Rashad, Ooooh stop, stop, stop!” she yelled, as she was squirting all over his face like a water fountain.
“Ooh shit girl, make that muthafucka rain!” he said, rubbing her clit with the tips of his fingers to make her squirt more. He then stood up and dropped his pants, exposing his thick, long, hard, 10-inch pipe. Carmen spit in the palm of her hand and began to stroke his ego before he rammed inside of her soaking wet juice box. Whack threw her left leg over his shoulder and began to pound away.
“Yes baby, fuck this pussy!” she cried while digging her nails in his back and biting his broad shoulders.
“Mmmm, mmmm, this dick good, ain’t it!” he bragged, as he picked her up off the dresser and bounced her up and down on his raw dick.
“Who pussy is this?” he asked, griping and smacking her ass.
“It’s yours, it’s all yours!” she screamed. Whack could feel his dick getting harder. Before he knew it, he let himself go deep inside of her. They both collapsed on Carmen’s bed, tired and out of breath.
“Pretty soon, we gon have to cut this secret shit out Carm!” Whack said, sitting up looking her in the face.
“Why? We been keeping it a secret this long why start telling people now? This our thing we don’t need no one else in our business,” she spat. Carmen just didn’t want people clowning her because she played like she hated Whack for the longest, and now she had it bad for him.
“Well, I don’t know how you gon do that. What you gon tell mufuckas when yo belly start getting bigger?” he asked in a serious tone.
“I ain’t gon tell them shit cuz it ain’t no reason for my belly to be getting bigger! So, what are you talkin about?!” she asked in confusion. Little did Carmen know, she was 2 ½ months pregnant by Whack. She hadn’t even noticed that she hadn’t had a period the month before, but he did.
“Iight Carm, whatever you say!” Whack then headed to the bathroom to wash up.
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“Congratulations Ms. Baker, you are 12 weeks and 2 days! Would you like to hear your baby’s heart beat?” Dr. Johnson asked Carmen, as she rubbed the ultrasound wand across her belly.
“12 weeks and 2 days! Are you sure doc?” Carmen was still in disbelief, even though she was staring right at the monitor. “How can this be; I can’t possibly be pregnant!” she said with her hand covering her mouth and tears running down her face.
“Yes ma’am, I’m sure! What’s wrong; are you not happy?” the doctor asked in a concerned tone. Carmen wasn’t ready to be a mom; she was only 16 and her child’s father was an 18-year-old dope boy.
“I can’t be a mom; I’m only 16! I’m still in school and I don’t have a job!” Carmen cried. Dr. Johnson ended the ultrasound and wiped the jelly off of Carmen’s belly. She pulled her shirt down and asked her to sit up. She then grabbed two tissues from behind her and began to wipe her tears.
“Listen baby, I know you’re scared, but unprotected sex has consequences and this is one of them. It could be so much worse, believe me child; if you’re grown enough to make them, you’re grown enough to raise them. Now, I don’t condone it, but there are other options you can take; just make sure you think them through before deciding. If you’re still with the child’s father, I think it’s best you guys have a mutual agreement on whatever you choose,” she explained to Carmen sincerely. Carmen had no other choice but to get ready for this baby because she knew Whack wouldn’t agree to any other option.
“Well doc, looks like I better get prepared huh?” Carmen asked with a little smirk.
“Well, okay then! Let me get your paperwork and your prescription for your prenatal and iron pills and you’ll be good to go!” Dr. Johnson said with a smile; she and Carmen then proceeded to the front of the office.
When Carmen made it home from the doctor, the house was empty. She was happy because she really didn’t feel like sharing the news at the moment. She went upstairs to her room and laid across her bed. She then picked up her house phone and dialed Whack’s number. “What’s up Carm,” he picked up after the first ring, as if he was waiting on her call.
“Nothing, just letting you know I’m back at the house. When you get time, can you come by? We need to talk,” she replied.
“Yea, I’ll be there after I meet up wit Notorious. It’ll be a couple hours though; we got some drops to make,” he said.
“Okay, well see you when you get here.” Carmen then hung up the phone and laid back across the bed. She began to think about what life would be like as Whack’s wife because she damn sure wasn’t going to be just another baby momma out here struggling. She knew Whack valued family and with all of his being gone, the baby would make him feel complete. She also knew he was crazy about her and would never leave her alone with a baby and no stability. It was just the way he lived. What if something happens to him out here in these streets? she thought. She was scared of what the future held for them. She knew Whack wasn’t a punk and he could handle whatever came his way, but all she could think about was “What If”. She laid in her bed rocking and crying. Before she knew it, she had rocked herself to sleep.
Chapter 8
Whack sat in the driver’s seat of his black 1987 Monte Carlo SS on racer tires, thinking and puffing his spliff as he waited on Notorious to pull up. He already knew what Carmen needed to talk about; he knew she was pregnant before she went to see the doctor. Deep down, he was excited because he wanted a baby, especially with Carmen. His biggest concern was what his right hand would say, Notorious didn’t even know they were messing around. He knew he had to be the one to tell him before Carmen did; he owed him that much. Damn, I know this nigga gon be pissed the fuck off! I done got his 16-year-old sister pregnant, FUCK, he thought to himself. He was so lost in his thoughts; he didn’t even see Notorious walk up to his window. (Tap, tap) Notorious taped on his window, breaking his thoughts. Whack suddenly looked up and rolled down
his window.
“Damn nigga, if I was the enemy, I would’ve caught you slipping! Fuck wrong wit you, nigga? You keep yo eyes open at all times!” he bitched at Whack. Whack couldn’t even say anything back. Notorious was right; he was tripping. If he would’ve been a rival, Whack would’ve been a dead man.
“Damn nigga, yea you right, I’m slipping! I jus got a lot on my mind, nigga need to blow for real.” Whack was trying to justify his actions.
“Well, shit nigga, you know I got the weed! We can smoke and you can tell ya boy what got ya head all fucked up!” Notorious said before walking around to the passenger door and getting in. When he got in, he pulled out the weed and cigars and proceeded to roll a blunt. Whack started up his car and headed in the direction of their destination.
“So, what’s up nigga? What’s on yo mind? What got yo ass so tight?” Notorious said, chuckling. Before responding, Whack prepared himself for the worst. He wasn’t scared of Notorious, he was scared of losing his trust and most importantly their bond.
“Man Dorian, you know you my nigga. You took me in been looking out for me shit you my brother, blood couldn’t do shit for us! That’s why I’d rather you hear this from me first, even though I don’t know how you gon feel about the shit,” Whack said sympathetically.
“Man, fuck all this extra shit nigga, spit the shit out! What the fuck is up?!” Notorious snapped impatiently. He was growing upset, by the way Whack was acting it made him feel like he had crossed him in a major way.
“Man iight, damn! Carmen pregnant and I’m the baby’s father!” Whack blurted out quickly. The car grew silent as they both were froze with blank looks on their faces. After about 10 seconds, Notorious busted out in laughter. He just knew this nigga was delusional; his sister couldn’t stand his ass, so how could she be pregnant by him?