Keri and Sasha went to the same school, that’s how they met. Keri lived with her mother in Baisley Park Houses. Keri’s mother was a crack head and ran the streets all kinds of nights and days looking for her next high leaving Keri the place to herself and to do what she wanted. Sasha and Keri were best friends. Keri was the only one Sasha ever told that she has aids, because Keri could relate.
At the age of fourteen her mother made her have sex with a man so she could get high. The man was 40 years old and the man gave her herpes. Being young Keri didn’t know what it was at the time, but her pussy swelled up and had bumps on the inside, she couldn’t even walk. Her mother stopped smoking crack long enough to take her to the free clinic to get the help and medication she needed. From that day on she hated all men and wanted to make them feel the same pain she felt. Then she met Sasha and they both shared the same goal. So they teamed up to make all men pay.
“Yesss, yesss, oh God yesss,” Keri moaned as the young thug fucked her from the back.
She moaned with pleasure, then looks up to see Sasha sucking the light skinned man’s dick while another man fucks her from behind.
“Mmmm,” Sasha moaned while slobbering on the light skin thug’s dick as she deep throats it. One of the thugs pulls out of her and lay on the floor and she gets on top of him easing his dick inside her then lays on his chest as another one slides his dick inside her ass. “Ahhh,” she lets out a high pitched moan as both men fuck her at the same time.
Twenty minutes later they switch, then change partners, the two guys that were fucking Keri went over to Sasha and the two that was fucking Sasha went over to Keri. Sasha climbs on top of one of the guys and began riding him, “Mmmm,” she moans then lays on his chest as the next one enters her ass like they did Keri, “Damn, shit,” she moaned as she gets stuffed deep and fast with strokes from both dicks at the same time. She looks up and sees Keri giving head and getting fucked from the back.
“Ahhhhhh,” Sasha moaned as one of the guys pulls out her ass and nuts on her butt cheeks. Sasha continues to ride as his friend came all inside of her and his dick went soft and weak. She then slides off of him.
Keri sucks away on the dude that was in front of her deep throating him, then licking his balls until his hot load covered her face and his boy pounds away, bumping like a wild rabbit then he ejaculates inside her. Keri felt the hot cum travel in her stomach as the young thug pulls out of her. All four of the men quickly got dressed and headed for the door. They had gotten what they came for and left.
“Yo, these bitches are some freaks kid,” one of the men said as they walked down the stairs of the building.
“Word and they’re dimes too, if I didn’t know better I’d wife one of them,” he said laughing.
“I didn’t use a condom,”
“Me either, me either.”
“Yo my condom popped and I didn’t want to stop that pussy was feeling too good.”
“Yo you saw how I fucking nut on Shorty’s face and she licked her lips like a porn star.”
‘Word I peeped that shit,” one of the men said.
“Yo I have to see if I can still get my dick up and go fuck my baby mom.”
‘Yo I have to take a shower and go fuck my girl. If I don’t give her this good dick everyday she’ll be tripping and start thinking I’m cheating.”
“That’s because your ass is,” one of them replied while laughing.
“Damn, yo we have to come back over here to fuck these freak bitches again,” one of the thugs said as they exit the building and went on their way.
“Damn, those niggas could fuck,” Sasha said.
“Girl you never lie, and they cute as hell, I love them pretty boy light skin type of niggas, too.”
“Yes it’s a shame their dicks won’t be good to no one anymore,” Keri said.
“Hahahaha,” both women bust out laughing.
“Yo Sasha that’s the sixth time I done had sex after your ass and we switched partners, I know I got that shit by now. I have to go to the clinic and get a checkup,” Keri said.
“Girl, don’t worry if you got it then we die together and burn the world together,” Sasha replied.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Keri stated.
“Girl what do you have to drink up in here I have to take my medication?”
“I only have water, because that shit is free. My mother ain’t about to pay for no food or shit to drink up in here when she could use the money to go down the hallway to buy some crack.”
“Well I guess water will have to do.” Sasha said.
Sasha and Keri both got dressed and Sasha made her way over to the sink and grabs a cup that was sitting in it and turns on the water to rinse it out then fills the glass up with cold water and went in her purse and pulls out several different pills and takes them one by one with a sip of water.
“Keri I think you should take some of my pills.”
“Why girl, If I die, then I die as long as my ass take as many niggas and bitches with me, I’m straight.”
“Damn Keri, your mind is more fucked up than mines.”
“I have nothing to live for,” Keri responded.
Sasha felt bad for her. She felt the same way about life, but always had her brother and sister to love her and encourage her to go on. Keri had no one, her father was in jail for life for killing a Jewish man in a robbery and her mother turned into a crack head right after that and began to sell her body for crack. Once her body was used up she then sold Keri’s body until Keri was old enough to fight back and stop her. Sasha walks over to Keri and hugs her and squeezes her tight. ‘Don’t talk like that, you’re my best friend and I love you and we need each other.”
Keri tries to hold back the tears in her eyes but couldn’t, they fall down her face like a running river. Sasha gave her the love she needed and missed. Keri took the pills as Sasha asked her to do.
Chapter 9
“Yo let’s go to Jamaica Avenue and go shopping,” Sasha said.
“How, I ain’t got any money? I don’t feel like window shopping and watching other bitches buying the things they want,” Keri replied, she was sick of watching other people get what they wanted while she just looked on.
“I have money my brother’s been giving me a lot of money lately this month. So far I have seven hundred dollars. It’s my treat, you pick what you want and I’ll pay for it and then we get dressed up all fly later on and go to the movies, it’ll be like girls night out.”
“Hell yea I’m with that and we could see how many ballers and cute motherfuckers we can pull!” Keri said out loud and excited.
“Come on girl let’s go!”
They left Keri’s apartment and walks down the stairs and exits the building walking out the projects. As they walk all the hustlers young and old try to holler at the two women. With Sasha’s voluptuous shape and honey brown complexion and Keri’s size double D cup breast and cinnamon skin complexion it wasn’t hard to see why men were going crazy for the two young girls. They walk and carried themselves like grown women and in the hood that meant they were fucking and everybody wanted a taste, but only if they knew a taste could cost them their life they wouldn’t be so fast to holler. Once at the bus stop Keri pulls out a cigarette from her purse and lit it up and began to smoke.
“Damn this bus always takes so long. I hope the dollar van gets here first,” Sasha said.
Just then music could be heard from down the block. The music got louder as a golden 745 pulls up to the red light by the bus stop. The car had everybody’s attention, hustler’s looking with hate in their eyes at the chrome 20” rims and gold tinted windows wishing it was them pushing the ride. Women cross the street in front of the car in hopes that the driver would holler at them. Keri and Sasha just stood at the bus stop bumping their heads to the music the car was playing and staring at its beauty. The light changes to green and the car began to move. Sasha noticed that the car was moving closer to them. The car pulls right up to the bus stop
and the passenger window rolls down and the music shuts off.
“What are pretty ladies lacka yuh two doing waiting fah a bus?” The voice said in a strong Jamaican accent.
Sasha bent down to get a better look at the driver. From the way he looked she knew he was a baller, he had the longest dreads she’d ever seen, with a platinum chain on his neck covered in diamonds. His watch was platinum with bezels of diamonds, along with matching rings on every last one of his fingers. Sasha could also tell he was an older man, maybe in his 40’s, but fuck it ‘age ain’t nothing but a number,’ she told herself.
“Why you asking, you’re going to give us a ride?” Sasha said in a flirtatious tone.
“Mi wouldn’t ask yuh wah yuh doing ere waiting pon di bus ef mi didn’t want to gi yuh a ride. Hop yuh pretty self inna di car.”
Sasha quickly opens the passenger side door and slides in. Keri opens the back door and hops in.
“Suh weh yuh going?”
“We’re going to Jamaica Avenue to go shopping.”
“Oh mi name is ‘P’.”
“Hi ‘P’, my name is Sasha and that’s my friend Keri.”
“Suh ow old are yuh two?”
“We’re eighteen,” Sasha lied.
‘P’ knew she was lying but didn’t care. In Jamaica they fuck girls younger than her all the time and her body was the truth, and he had to get a piece of that, he told himself as he drove down Guy R Brewer Blvd.
“So Sasha wah yuh up to tonight?”
“Well me and my girl are going out to see a movie and chill, why?”
“Mi wanted to see if yu and your friend want to hang with me tonight, mi have a friend for ya girl.”
“That sounds good to me, I’m with it,” Sasha said.”
“Give mi ya cell phone number sweetie.”
“Ok,’ Sasha said digging in her purse and took out a piece of paper and a pen and writes her number down and passes it to him while he was driving. He quickly puts it inside his jeans pocket.
Ten minutes later they pull up to Jamaica Avenue, “Mi will holler at ya later, be ready when I call.”
Sasha kissed him on the cheek and hops out the car, followed by Keri.
“Girl did you see all them diamonds he had on?” Keri said.
“Hell yea that fool is balling for real. Well let’s go find some fly ass outfits for tonight,” Sasha said.
For the next three hours, Sasha and Keri went in almost every store up and down Jamaica Ave, buying what they wanted. They took a cab to Sasha’s place and she hops out and runs upstairs, dropping some of her bags off, then runs back out to the waiting cab with Keri in it. She jumps back in and they head to Keri’s place to change clothes and get ready for the night.
“Damn it’s going on 7:30 and ‘P’ still didn’t call,” Sasha said with an attitude while sitting on Keri’s couch, which also happens to be her bed.
Both girls were dressed from head to toe and ready to go. Sasha had on a baby blue Donna Karan miniskirt with the matching tube top shirt and matching stiletto heels, Keri had the same outfit in black, and her size double D cups filled her tube top up and made it look as if it was about to bust, but she envy’s Sasha because of her fat ass and voluptuous shape.
“Fuck it we may as well get high,” Sasha said while reaching in her purse, pulling out a small Ziploc bag of weed and a vanilla Dutch and cracks the Dutch open and emptied the tobacco out and began to roll the weed.
“Damn girl where you get all that damn weed from?”
“My brother,” Sasha replied, “It seems like he’s been having a lot of weed lately and this shit is some skunk Weed. You see how green that shit is,” Sasha said while passing the Ziploc bag over to Keri to look at.
“Yo Sasha, the only spot around here that sell skunk is those Shottas over on Lefferts Blvd., but I heard someone ran in there house and killed and robbed them. That shits crazy.”
“Word!” Sasha replied, “Them motherfuckers got killed, damn that’s fucked up, but whoever hit them I know they came off, because them fools were getting money,” Sasha said while placing the blunt in between her juicy lips and hits it up. She inhales deeply then lets the smoke out her nose. She took a few more pulls and passed the blunt to Keri.
“Damn this shit is good as fuck and tastes off the hook, it’s been a long time sense I smoked some skunk.”
‘Ring, ring, ring,’ Sasha opens her purse and pulls out her phone and press talk, “Hello, yuh ready,” the voice said.
“Yea, but what took you so long. I was about to leave and go out with my girl.”
“Yuh nuffi talking lacka dat, meet mi at di bus stop mi picked yuh up at earlier, now!” With that said the phone went dead.
“That was him girl, he said to go to the bus stop now,” Sasha said.
“Shit hold on, this fucking weed is the truth, I want to finish smoking first,” Keri said in between pulls as smoke escapes her mouth.
“Bitch, give me that,” Sasha snatched the blunt out of Keri’s hand. She hit it real quick, then clips it up and puts it back in the small Ziploc bag.
“We’ll finish that shit later, now come on.”
Sasha grabs Keri by the hand and leads her out the door. As soon as they exit the building they could feel the effect of the weed, they smile at each other knowing that they both were high then began to walk out the projects, with every hustler and man trying to holler at them.
Once at the bus stop, Sasha looks for the golden 745 BMW, but there was no sight of it.
“Look you made us rush and that fools not even here, we could’ve still been upstairs smoking,” Keri said.
“Would you shut your pothead ass up,” Sasha responded.
“Look who’s talking,” Keri said causing both of them to bust out laughing.
Just then the music could be heard coming from a truck down the block. Sasha looked up and got mad when she realized it wasn’t P and his BMW blasting. The truck got closer and pulls up to the bus stop, Sasha and Keri look at the bright yellow Lincoln Navigator with deep dish 24 inch rims.
“That shit is hot,” Keri said,
“Yea it is, but why the shit has to be yellow?”
Just then music lowers and the tinted passenger window lowers down, “Yuh a guh get enna or wah?”
Sasha smiled as she clearly saw the driver was ‘P’, ‘I should’ve known, only a Jamaican would drive or wear something this bright,’ she thought to herself. She opens the passenger door and hops into the truck, and Keri did the same getting into the back.
The girls quickly notice that there was someone else sitting in the back seat. He was younger than ‘P’. He looked to be in his early twenties with dreads that fell to his shoulders and from the look of all the jewelry he had on you could tell he was a baller.
“Dis mi cousin ‘D’, he’s the one that mi spoke on earlier.”
Keri looked at ‘D’ and licks her lips. “Hi ‘D’ my name is Keri,” ‘D’ smiled and looks at the size of her double D breast and thought what he was going to do with them.
“Wuh good gyal, so wi gone fi ave a gud time tenight or wah?” ‘D’ said in his strong Jamaican accent.
“You know it,” Keri replied.
“So ‘P’ does everybody you know go by a tag name?” Sasha asked while looking him in the eyes.
“Dis is ow wi roll, mi feel everyone don’t haffi know mi name,” ‘P’ replied.
“Oh really,” Sasha said.
‘P’ looked down at her thick thighs that were crossed, the mini skirt that she had on kept rising letting him see more and more of her beautiful flesh. He grabs his crotch as he felt it grow hard. ‘Shit, mi guh bloodclot di fucks outta har,’ he thought as he pulls off and heads down to Jamaica Avenue.
“Why did you paint your truck yellow, because I know it didn’t come as this color?” Sasha asked while looking out the window.
“What, yuh doan lacka mi truck?”
“I didn’t say that, I love the truck, I just don’t like the col
or.”
“Ah a Jamaican thing, yuh would never understand,” ‘P’ responded.
‘But that’s what I’m trying to do. I want to understand why y’all like bright colors for your cars and clothes and why y’all like to wear your clothes so tight? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, maybe the tight clothes. I just want to understand,’ Sasha thought to herself.
She didn’t want to say what was really on her mind because she was afraid it will ruin the night.
“Wi Jamaicans lacka yellow and green cah ah di color of our flag,” ‘P’ said as if he was reading her mind.
He turned left then made a right turn at the corner of Hillside Avenue, then drove further down the street. Sasha watched out the window as the houses got bigger and bigger. ‘P’ pulls up to a big two story house,
“We’re here,” he said.
“Shit, I didn’t know they had houses like this in Queens,” Kei said.
‘D’ smile as he hops out from the back of the truck with Keri following. ‘P’ and Sasha did the same thing. ‘P’ walks up to the front door and pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and opens the door then walks in and they all follow.
Once inside ‘D’ locks the door. Sasha and Keri looked around speechless at the spectacular living room and walls made of glass mirrors with a 62” TV hanging on the wall and black leather furniture. The place looked like something from the TV show MTV Cribs. The place looks and smells of money.
“Come ave a seat,” ‘P’ told Sasha and Keri as he pointed to the black leather couch.
Sasha and Keri sat down and watched ‘P’ walk over to the bar that was far off in the living room. ‘D’ followed his cousin to the bar. ‘P’ pulls out a bottle of Patron and some glasses and starts filling them up. ‘D’ went in his pocket and pulls out a small Ziploc bag, the size of his palm full of pills.
“Yo, duh yuh think wi should pu dis inna diir drink?”
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