by Lucinda John
“Now that I’m here, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“I don’t want you to screw up your future, dealing with my mess.”
“Nonsense. You are my future and I dare the fuck boy to put his hands on you again,” I replied, wrapping my hands securely around her.
I brought her body closer to mine because I enjoyed the way she felt in my arms. Her skin was so soft and it smelt so good. The way she fit perfectly in my arms told me she was the one. I was holding on to her for dear life in fear she would turn around and walk back into the arms of her abuser. I didn’t know much about abused victims, but I did know that their abuser had mind control over them. It would be easy for him to come in and tell her to come on, and she would follow.
*****
“Uncle, who is this?” Nia asked, shaking me from my thoughts.
I looked down at a sleeping Aimesha, then got up, trying my best not to wake her. I then grabbed Nia’s hands and walked with her to the kitchen. I sat her on one of my barstools and poured her a bowl of cereal.
“Uncle, did you hear me?” her sassy butt asked. For her to be three, she was a really smart girl.
“Yes baby, I heard you,” I replied. “That’s just my friend.”
“Is that your girlfriend?” she asked, causing me to look at her sideways.
“No Nia, just my friend. Eat your breakfast honey,” I replied, walking to the refrigerator. I didn’t have many groceries because I was big on eating out, so I decided to call Sunny Side Up, which was a bed and breakfast company that delivered. After placing our orders, I took Nia to the bathroom and helped her wash up, then sat her in front of the TV, while I did the same.
“Good morning,” I smiled at Aimesha as I watched her stir in her sleep.
“Good morning,” she whispered, sitting up. “I didn’t know you had a daughter,” she said, looking over at Nia.
“I don’t, this is my niece, Nia,” I replied.
“She’s pretty.”
“Thank you.”
Just as the room grew silent, there was a knock at the door. Grabbing my wallet, I answered the door for the delivery guy. After paying and tipping him, I took the food to the kitchen, where I placed everything on a plate. I wasn’t really in the mood to eat, so I bought majority of everything to Aimesha.
“Thank you,” she said, grabbing the food and immediately forking it down.
“Slow down before you choke,” I joked.
“Sorry, I’m just hungry,” she replied.
“No need to apologize, but check me out. I’m about to bring her home and head to class, you are more than welcome to stay here if you want,” I said, praying that she would.
If it wasn’t for an important lecture that my professor was grading based on attendance, I would have stayed home. This was my last year in college, and even though I had plans on going pro, I would never throw my education away. I needed my degree as security, just in case something happens, God forbid.
“Ok,” she softly replied, placing her half eaten plate of food on the coffee table.
“Feel free to make yourself at home,” I replied, picking Nia up. “I hope to see you later.”
I gave her one last look before walking towards the door and locking it behind me. When I made it to Niake’s house, that same truck was in the driveway. I reached for my gun and was prepared to body his ass, until my conscience reminded me of the consequences I would have to bare if I killed him. Grabbing Nia out of the car, I walked to the door and knocked on it.
“Good morning, baby brother,” Niake answered the door half naked.
“Come on Niake, you could have put on a robe,” I frowned at her dressed in her bra and panties.
“Shut up, I knew it was you coming. You act like you never walked in on me naked growing up,” she rolled her eyes.
“That’s different man,” I replied, placing Nia on her feet. I handed her the Toys “R” Us bag, which contained two new American Girl Dolls. Since my niece wanted to be a doctor and a dog walker, I felt both dolls were appropriate for her.
“You’re always spoiling her rotten,” Niake scrunched up her nose.
“Well I’m the closest thing she has to a father,” I spat.
Nia’s father wasn’t in her life because he decided to stay with his husband. Greg, Nia’s father, was a very confused man. Although he was married to a man, he would often pay women for sex. Being the hoe my sister was, she agreed to have sex with this man, knowing he was married to a man. When Greg got wind that Niake was pregnant, he changed all his numbers and relocated. It was me and my mother that convinced Niake to keep the baby, promising we would help out.
After placing kisses all over Nia’s face, I made promises to see her later. When I saw John appear in the doorway, I stood and sized him up in case he wanted to get big. He had to understand the little shit he was doing didn’t put fear in my heart. I may have been and educated college boy, but I still had the streets in me.
When I made it to class, I couldn’t think about nothing but Aimesha. I was hoping she was still at my house when I got back. I loved being around her, having her in my arms. If it was up to me, waking up to her would be something I would look forward to doing every morning.
“Damn nigga, what’s so heavy on your brain?” my homie Olton asked.
“Nothing man,” I waved him off.
“Nigga we’ve been rocking since our snotty nose and sandbox days, miss me with the bullshit,” he replied.
“Man, Aimesha, she got a nigga head gone,” I truthfully replied.
“She bad as fuck, but that crazy ass street nigga she with ain’t worth the heat,” he said.
“Ain’t nobody scared of that pussy nigga,” I snapped.
“That’s beside the point. You’re about to be playing pro now, you don’t need all that drama in your life. You can have any bitch on campus. Plus, when you get to the league, hoes gonna be waiting for you at your front door. Man, you tripping. You better cut your losses and move the fuck on.”
“How many hoes you seen me fucking with this year?” I asked.
“None,” he replied.
“Exactly. I’m at the point in my life where hoes don’t do it for me. When these bitches got wind that I was going pro, they started making the pussy so easy for me to get, that is was scary man. All I could think about is one of these hoes trapping me, forcing me to be with their ass because they poked holes in my condoms. I ain’t trying to fuck with no hoe that’s only down for the hype. I need a loyal woman on my side that’s going to hold it down. I want to be able to come home to my soul mate after practices. I want to look over my shoulder and see her cheering me on at my games. I need Aimesha and I’m not stopping until I get her,” I stated.
“How you gone over a chick that you only exchanged a few words with?”
“Love is a funny thing my nigga.”
“Look at my dawg going soft. The same nigga that was juggling four girlfriends in high school, is now on some settle down type shit,” Olton joked.
“For real man, these hoes for everybody. Time to get you a queen,” I replied.
“I feel you. Well I’m about to hit up my last class for today, you tryna shoot some hoops later on?”
Even though I specialized in football, I was good in many other sports like basketball, soccer, and baseball. A lot of people were in my ear about playing baseball pro, because that’s where all the money was, but I never gave it a thought. I needed to play a contact sport. Besides, I was too passionate about football to do anything else.
“I got some studying to do, but I’ll come by the courts and beat your ass another day,” I laughed.
“Nigga, I’m the future Steph Curry,” he joked.
Olton was going into the NBA draft, and I was proud of my nigga.
“You still suck,” I laughed.
“Yeah, iight,” he waved me off.
Just as he made it to the door, Tweet, the campus thot stopped him. Tweet had the ability to be
a bad bitch, but her body count was too high. She only fucked with niggas that had plans on going pro, that’s why I didn’t even acknowledge her ass when she came around me. When I saw Olton smack her on the ass, I shook my head. Olton was a smart nigga with a bright future, but these hoes were going to be the end of him. He was a womanizer and loved fucking around with different broads. In his mind, he was young and living life to the fullest.
When I made it home, I was relieved to see Aimesha’s car. The fact that she was still there waiting on me made my whole day. With a pep in my step, I walked towards my door and opened it. Aimesha was now dressed in a pair of shorts, an off the shoulder halter top, with a pair of long fuzzy socks on her feet. Where did she get these clothes from? I wondered to myself.
“I was supposed to be staying over my aunts while John went on vacation,” she said as if she was reading my thoughts.
“How long are you supposed to be with your aunt?” I asked.
“For three days,” she replied.
“You going to spend them three days with me?” I asked.
“I don’t know about that,” she hesitantly replied.
“Come on, I won’t try anything. It’ll be three days; we can chill and get to know each other better,” I said, giving her my dreamy puppy dog eyes.
“Mm, I’ll think about it,” she smirked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“What made you think to call me?” I asked.
“I just needed a fresh face to talk to. Plus, I didn’t need my aunt asking questions about the bruise,” she replied.
“You want some?” I asked, pulling out my Bob Marley weed tray, grinder, and a pack of Grabba leaf.
“I burn. I didn’t think you did tho,” she said.
“Why, because I’m an athlete?” I smirked.
“Yeah,” she laughed.
“I don’t make it a big habit, but I like to smoke a few joints here and there,” I replied.
We sat on my smoke gray sectional and talked, while I rolled up a blunt. It was crazy how many things we had in common; we like the same color, foods, movies, and TV shows. The more I sat and got to know Aimesha, the more I felt her growing on me. This was it, she was the woman that was going to carry my last name and bare my children. Even if I had to fuck that nigga John up, I was willing to if that meant me rescuing my queen.
“I got the munchies like a motherfucker,” I said out loud.
We had just got done smoking three blunts of straight pressure, and we were now higher than a motherfucker. Aimesha’s ass had the case of the giggles as she laughed at everything I did or said. He eyes were so low one would have thought she was Asian.
“You ain’t got nothing in here to eat? How do you survive?” she asked.
“You see that binder right there? It’s filled with takeout menus,” I replied.
“So you can’t cook?” I asked.
“I can do the basics like eggs, spaghetti and shit, but nothing too major. Can you cook?” I asked.
“I can burn,” she replied. “If I wasn’t so passionate about science, I would have thought about being a caterer.”
“Where did you learn how to cook?” I asked.
“My aunt, she’s a chef. She caters parties to like major celebrities and shit.”
“That’s what’s up. So you tryna get some Chinese food or nah?” I asked.
“Yeah, back that up,” she replied, causing me to fall out laughing.
Aimesha was nothing like I expected. She was mad cool and down to earth. The more we kicked it, the more she brought me into her world. The fact that she was high had her telling me all her business. She would occasionally stop and ask me questions about myself, which I happily answered. By the time the food arrived, we were in a full blown game of twenty-one questions.
We were on the couch, full and watching Shottas, when her phone started to ring. It must have been John because she jumped up real fast, just by hearing the ringtone alone. I hated how jumpy he made her feel. The fact that he had his woman scared of him proved he was a coward. I was patiently waiting for him to try that shit on my sister so I would have a reason to beat his ass.
“Hello?” she spoke into the phone, walking out of the living room.
I wanted to follow her, but decided to give her some privacy. I was staring at the screen, not really paying attention to the movie as I waited for Aimesha to return. I started to fear that he found out that she wasn’t at her aunt’s house and he was demanding to know where she was. The thought of me putting her in a compromising situation had me upset with myself.
“What happened?” I asked when she walked back in the room.
“He said he had one of his guys ride pass my aunt’s house and didn’t see my car, he was wondering where I went.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him I took my cousin out to the mall.”
“Why do you let him treat you this way?” I asked.
“Can we please not talk about it? Plus, this is my favorite part of the movie,” she replied, referring to the shower sex scene.
“You a freak, huh?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she smirked.
“Hell yeah,” I replied, pulling her close to my arms.
I had no plans on taking it there, but I wanted to know how her lips felt against mine. I lifted her body until she was laying on top of me and used my fingers to play in her hair. The red hair looked real sexy on her; I was loving this new look. Lifting her chin with my fingers, I placed my lips to hers.
At first, she was a little hesitant about kissing me back, but once I snaked my tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth and let me in. Soft moans escaped her lips as we engaged in a full blown make out session. She started getting real into it by grinding her pelvis into me. Grabbing her fat ass, I gripped that shit as we slow grind. My dick was begging to be freed, so I stopped the kiss. As bad as I wanted to finish up, I didn’t want to feel like I was taking advantage of her. The day I got the pussy would be the day she was officially my girl.
She looked up and gave me that, why did you stop look. I kissed her on the forehead and reverted my attention back to the movie. We didn’t speak a word to each other as we watched the movie. With my hand still rested on her ass, I rubbed her booty, causing her to moan. When her soft moaning finally stopped, I looked down and realized she fell asleep. Picking her up, I gently carried her to my room and placed her in my bed, covering her up with my suede comforter. My dick was too hard to ignore, so I went in the shower to relieve myself with thoughts of dipping in Aimesha’s pussy on my mind.
When it came time for her to go home, I was sick. I had gotten so comfortable with waking up to her every morning that I didn’t know how I was going to take waking up tomorrow and not seeing her face. I wanted to throw a fit, but I knew she would end up going home anyways. Since she had her cousin come pick up her car, I sat with her on the couch, while she waited for her to come pick her up.
“Man, I hate to see you go,” I said, playing in her hair.
“I’m going to miss hearing your loud ass snores,” she laughed.
“This shit we’re doing is crazy as fuck, but it feels so right,” I said.
I never entertained a woman in my house, so the fact that I spent three days cooped up in the house with a girl I barely knew was wild. As crazy as it may seem, it felt right. To go to sleep with her every night and wake up to her every morning, felt normal.
“Everything about you is crazy,” she giggled.
“I know, and you like that shit too,” I replied.
“Maybe,” she smirked.
“Chill out, you know you feeling the kid.”
“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself,” she giggled.
“On the real, when I leave, I made up my mind to take you with me so you need to hurry up and handle that,” I replied, referring to John.
When she didn’t respond to me, I pushed he
r back onto the couch and straddled her. With my lips against hers, my hands began to venture between her legs. When I found what I was looking for, I began to tease it with my fingers. Her clit swelled up to my touch as circled my middle finger around it.
“Mm Alex, uhhhhhh,” she moaned against my lips.
Feeling how wet she was had me wanting to eat it. This was something new to me; I never placed my mouth on any girl’s pussy. I told myself oral sex was something I was saving for my wife, since I couldn’t give her my virginity. Just as I saw on the porn videos, I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it. Her sweetness invaded my mouth, causing me to lick and slurp all her juices. Eating her pussy was like biting into a sweet watermelon; I loved how sweet her nectar was.
“Oh dadddddddddddddy,” she moaned, sending me into overdrive.
I started eating her pussy as if I’d been doing this all my life. The way I demolished her kitty, she wouldn’t have believed me if I told her this was my first time eating pussy. She wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me in deep and turning me on more. With two fingers, I plunged in her wetness. I sucked on her clit, ignoring the blares of her cousin honking the horn outside. Her phone started ringing back to back, but we were too much in our zone.
When she filled my mouth with her sweet tasting cum, I happily licked it all up, sucking her dry. I brushed my tongue against her sensitive clit, causing her to jerk. When I finally got up, the large tent that my dick made in my pants was noticeable. I saw how her eyes bulged at the sight of my dick, so I pulled it out to let her see for herself that it was possible to have a twelve-inch dick. Most girls I would fuck always told me I belonged in the porn industry. Hell, if all else failed, then that would be where I was heading to make ends.
“Your cousin is waiting on you,” I said, pulling my shorts back over my dick.