The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

  Jhyrah

  “Alright, Yah-Yah, you might got a lil’ something here,” Jared confessed, biting into a chicken wing. “This is definitely tasting like home.”

  Jeremy chuckled. “She got a lil’ something? Nigga, keep it a hunnid. This shit is hitting.” He stuffed his mouth with potato salad.

  I was sitting on the kitchen’s island, swinging my feet, as they greedily dug into their plates. I’d fried some wings, whipped up some potato salad, and made some shrimp fried rice from scratch with jumbo shrimp. Growing up, my mama always had me in the kitchen helping her cook. In fact, everybody in the house over 13 had to help her. She’d have our asses cutting up shit and watching the pots, while she ran around doing other things. So, I knew plenty, and I had been helping cook side dishes for dinner for years. It had been my mama’s way of making sure that I knew how to cook, and it worked. Therefore, we didn’t have to wait to get back to Houston to eat good.

  Living in Los Angles and attending UCLA was cool as hell. We were in Hollywood and there hadn’t been a dull day yet, however, this was far from the mecca of great food. The scene was superficial so there were several health nuts walking around, while we’d been raised on southern food, which wasn’t always the healthiest. So, periodically I’d bake some chicken or fish, and steam some veggies. How ever it went, we ate at home more than we ate out.

  School had been in session for little over a month and my birthday was rapidly approaching. I couldn’t wait to hit up the clubs and turn the fuck up. Undoubtedly, I was still getting adjusted to a different way of living, but I wasn’t complaining. I definitely had a newfound respect for my mama, now that I had to do everything on my own. For years, she handled my clothes while I was at school during the day. Here and there I had to wash my own clothes, but it wasn’t very often, because my mama had someone do laundry once a week for everyone in the house by the time I was in my teens. But here in Cali…we had to do those things on our own. In that regard, we’d all been spoiled and hated doing domestic shit. So, the dry cleaners were our best friend, and we kept a stock of paper plates and cups around. Each night, we’d rotate washing the pots, if there were any. Hell, we even ate cereal in disposable bowls to avoid making messes. Thankfully, we’d recently decided that we’d all pitch in for a cleaning service to clean up weekly. None of us liked cleaning toilets and shit so that was one of the best decisions we’d collectively made together.

  “Yeah, I can’t front,” Jared stuffed a shrimp in his mouth. “This shit is good. I’m kinda regretting that you cooked it today. I already know that as soon as people get to coming through that it won’t be shit left. They’re gonna gobble this shit up.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Jeremy nodded his head in agreement, as he scooped up a huge helping of potato salad. His was ass was super greedy just like all my brothers back at home.

  Although, I’d cooked, I had yet to eat myself. Hell, after sampling while cooking, I was full. Therefore, I sipped on a glass of wine. My mama had always loved a nice chilled glass of wine, and I’d steal sips whenever she wasn’t looking. Now, away from parental supervision, I was drinking wine on the regular, although I was far from the legal drinking age. Hell, I could hang with the best of them when it came to hard liquor too.

  Hearing the doorbell sound, Jared placed his plate on the counter, and headed to answer the door. Seconds later, I heard loud ruckus as the people poured into the apartment, all seemingly showing up together. Jeremy and Jared had invited a few guys from the football team over. Some of them had brought along their girlfriends, while a couple of guys came stag.

  I smiled when I spotted Gloria. She was dating the safety on Jeremy’s team, but we’d met through Daynah, Josairah’s cousin. During my many visits, I’d hang with Daynah, which was how I’d met Gloria. Unfortunately for me, Josairah was back in Houston, taking care of my nephew and Daynah had graduated and moved back home, as well. So, I was grateful to still have some familiar faces around that weren’t all directly linked to Jeremy.

  “Heeey, Jhyrah, boo,” Gloria cheerfully sang.

  I hopped off the counter and hugged her. “Hey, girl, what’s up?”

  “Oh, nothing,” she breathed, as we released one another. “Just kicking it, you know?”

  I nodded, as I gave her a onceover. She was a tall girl, mixed with Black and white. She was slender and was an aspiring model, booking gigs here and there. She was obviously worldly, and I could clearly see why her and Daynah used to hang. Daynah modeled occasionally too and had fashion down to a science. She was probably the only person who loved fashion more than me, and Gloria wasn’t too far behind herself. Her oversized t-shirt dress and thigh high boots were giving me life.

  “Look at you. You’re killing it, as usual,” I complimented.

  She animatedly patted her hair. “Why thank you. And, bitch, you’re bringing the heat yourself. My god, do you ever have a bad day?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I depends on who you ask,” I tittered.

  “Well, I’m loving this hair.”

  “Thank you.” I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face. As always, I was rocking my natural hair with a huge part on the far-right side of my head, causing the front of my hair to flow in the opposite direction in a whop. That side had subtle flip curls framing my face, while the rest of the hair cascaded down my back.

  “And, bitch, tell me what I have to do to get my body this tight.” She playfully gazed at my ass.

  I giggled, as I glanced back at my own ass, as if I’d forgotten it was there. My Seven jeggings fitted like a second skin, hugging my booty perfectly. Then I had a simple baby tee tied up in the front, showcasing my feminine abs. Being a cheerleader for so many years and taking gymnastics on the weekends had definitely been beneficial. But I’d decided to end my cheering career in college, because it just wasn’t my passion.

  “I’m just active, but this is still my cheering body. So, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be in this shape.”

  “Hell, you need to keep with the cheering, if it has you fine like this. Your waist to ass ratio is something serious.”

  “Damn, why don’t yall just go eat each other out, and get it over with,” Jane, Gloria’s friend jested.

  I shook my head. “What’s up, girl?”

  Jane shrugged. “Nothing much.”

  “Well, it’s good to see you,” I lied.

  Jane was a caramel toned chick from Compton. She was a cute girl but was rather rough around the edges. Low key, I felt like she didn’t like me, but would never outright say it. Since I’d never done anything to her, I could only chalk it up as jealousy. I was Rodeo Drive while she was Slauson Swap Meet, simply put. So, her ass was so salty that one lick could send somebody’s blood pressure through the roof. I could see right through her, as she stood in her Fashion Nova romper, which looked like it was ready to bust at the seams, while she thought that she was killing it.

  “Yeah, it is,” she smiled plastically.

  “Aye, I have some chronic,” Gloria announced. “You trying to smoke?”

  “Oh, hell, yeah. Let’s fire up on the balcony. It’s too many heads in here,” I offered, before twisting across the living room.

  “Hey,” Jeremy grabbed my hand, as I attempted to cross his path. “Where are you going?”

  “To the balcony,” I answered, kissing his lips. “We’re just going to smoke.”

  He nodded, before releasing me. Gloria and Jane then followed me, as I slipped out of the sliding door and onto the balcony. After copping some seats on the foldable chairs, we had out there, Gloria fired up the blunt.

  “Jhyrah,” she spoke, before inhaling the smoke. “Seriously, you have to tell us your secret.”

  I scowled in confusion. “What secret?”

  “How the hell do you keep Jeremy in line?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m asking because I’ve never experienced an athlete like him around here. At least not a Black handsome on
e.”

  “Exactly,” Jane chimed in. “Those ball playing niggas are so fucking arrogant.”

  “Right,” Gloria nodded, while taking another toke off the blunt. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. Jeremy definitely has this cockiness to him, but…it’s not overbearing like most of these guys.”

  I smirked. “Wait, so what about Mel? Is he arrogant too?”

  “As fuck,” Gloria readily admitted, as she passed the blunt to me. “You should’ve seen him before we got together. Just fucking everything that looked half decent. Him and his boys have such a sense of entitlement, which initially rubbed me wrong. His ass really acted like somebody needed to be grateful that he was interested at all. He put in zero effort, but I couldn’t blame him. These white girls will let these niggas shit in their mouths, if that’s what it takes. He encounters thirsty women left and right and all that attention goes to their heads. It took me forever to get any form of act-right from Mel and I still struggle with getting him to really be a participant in this relationship. But it seems so different with you and Jeremy. I mean, you guys have been together for years. You’re high school sweethearts. That sounds like a fairytale. He seems to be all about you, and I wanna know what the hell you’re doing.”

  I inhaled the weed, as I shrugged. “I really couldn’t tell you. With Jeremy, I’m just myself. I can’t say that there’s anything in particular that I do strictly for him. We’ve known each other forever, but that can work for or against you. On one hand, you know the person better than they know their selves but being around somebody for that long could lead to boredom. And I never really get caught up in terms like high school sweetheart or whatever. Me and Jeremy both have parents that were together since school, so we know that sticking it out is possible, but that kind of shit is a lot of work. Hell, I just graduated school, so of course, he was with me then. Still, what we have could end today or tomorrow if we got to thinking that our history is enough to keep us together. I’m focusing on today. We just take this thing one day at a time and it’s been working.”

  “You speak with so much confidence,” Jane voiced. “But I’d hate to tell you, but this aint Houston. This city…fuck the school, has a way of changing people. School hasn’t even been in session for too long, so let’s have this conversation next semester. We’ll see if you’re still singing this song, then.”

  I blinked my eyes rapidly. “Well, Plain Jane, regardless of what’s gonna happen next week or next year, you wouldn’t be privy to that info.”

  Gloria snickered. “Did I just hear you say Plain Jane?”

  Ignoring her, I carried on. “I’d never confide in someone who’s praying for my downfall. You just ask yourself why you were popping that pussy for Mel last fall, and he’s now parading around with your girl on his arm. Focus on that and tell me how that looks next semester.”

  ***

  “Be still, man,” Jeremy drunkenly commanded, as he nibbled on my neck.

  “Okay, bae, but let me ask you something,” I licked my lips.

  He worked his hands into my panties. “What’s up?” he asked in between kisses.

  “Jeremy,” I gasped, as he found my clit. For a while, I lost my train of thought as he played in my pussy, until I finally grabbed his wrist. “I have a question.”

  He bit my earlobe. “And I told you that I was listening.”

  “What made you wanna be tied down at this point in your life?”

  Removing his hand out of my panties, he fell back into the bed. “What the fuck, man,” he groaned. “What the hell happened for you to ask me some shit like this at four in the damn morning?”

  I stared at him through the darkness. “I think you’re misunderstanding me. I’m not coming at you with any accusations. I legit just want an answer.”

  “Okay.” He sat up. “First off, let’s take that tied down shit off the table. Aint nobody in fucking jail around here. I’m free as a fucking bird.”

  I sat up, on the verge of having a serious attitude. “Oh, you are, huh?”

  “Come on, girl, don’t start that bullshit. Hear me out.”

  “Okay, go ahead and help me understand this shit.”

  “Alright,” he sighed. “What I mean by free is that I’m free to do whatever the fuck I want. Being with you is something that I freely choose to do. Every day we wake up together because we want to. It’s that simple. Now, as far as my decision to be committed at this point…it’s because I’m cool on the hoes. Shit, let’s face it. I wasn’t I virgin before you. Hell, I probably smashed enough girls and women for three grown men,” he shamelessly admitted, which told me that the liquor was talking.

  “Wait, what you mean by grown women?” I interjected.

  “I fucked a few grown women when I was a lil’ nigga. I mean, what do you want me to say?”

  “But who? How?”

  “Jhyrah, you forgot that my people have a club? I’ve been on the scene for a minute. I encountered a few fine women who knew exactly who I was and gave me some pussy. Hell, one of them was trying to trap me, swearing that I’d gotten her pregnant.”

  I gasped, as I sat completely up. “Who?!”

  He chuckled. “Girl, chill out. Her crazy ass was just lying.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. It better not be anybody I know. Did your mama ever find out?”

  “Hell, nah, my mama didn’t know. You know how she is. That girl would probably still be in jail.”

  “Well, tell me her name,” I insisted.

  “Why does her name matter?”

  “Because I’m turning that child molesting bitch in. I don’t care who she is. She shouldn’t have fucked you. Matter of fact, I’ll call up a few of my cousins still living in the projects. They’ll dust that bitch.”

  He continued to laugh. “Why you so jealous, girl?”

  I sucked my teeth, as my nostrils flared.

  “You’re missing the point. This aint about those chicks. All I was saying is that I’ve had my experiences. Not saying that I know everything, but I know that I want you. You make me happy and I aint gotta go out and get reassured by the next broad. I guess if that ever changes, then I’d have a different outlook. But as of right now, you’re everything I need. I mean, you’re spoiled as fuck, but that’s light weight shit. I hear some niggas swear that they don’t like high maintenance women, but that’s a lazy nigga’s mentality. You get whatever you put out. They wanna half ass it and be with a girl who doesn’t ask for much, and then wonder why she doesn’t meet their expectations. A girl having standards is cool by me. You can have expectations, because I’ll definitely have my own. I don’t mind being the nigga you need, because that just helps you to do your part effortlessly. Then unlike most girls, you’re secure as fuck. That’s one of the biggest reasons we have so much peace. We have our time together, and you let me be when I kick it with my boys. You never throw tantrums or trip. The fact that you’re secure in my love for you is a turn on like no other. So, being with you is easy, and aint shit tied down about that.”

  ***

  When I opened my eyes, I found myself still wrapped securely in Jeremy’s arms. He softly snored, wearing a peaceful expression on his face. For a few minutes, I lied there gazing at him, while he slept. I could honestly say that at my young age I knew that I saw staring at my soulmate. There wasn’t a guy that could make me feel better. He was it for me and I just felt this profound need to pour all my love into him.

  We had a few love languages; one of them being physical. This was one of the ways I could express myself without verbally conveying a thing. Therefore, I pulled the covers back, eased my hand into his briefs, and pulled his fat dick out. My mouth watered at the sight. Eagerly, I took him into my mouth.

  Controlling my breathing, as I’d learned to do, I took him down my throat.

  “Damn, Jhyrah,” he huskily whispered.

  He gave subtle pumps, before I allowed him to fuck my throat. I was about to kick into second gear, when he eased out of my mouth.


  “Come’ere,” he demanded, pulling me up, until I was straddling him.

  Since I never slept with a stitch of clothing, my kitty was easily accessible, as he positioned himself at the mouth of my pussy. Easing his tongue into my mouth, he pushed me down on his dick. Immediately, I popped my back, giving him the ride, I knew he loved. I felt my ass jiggle as he clutched both cheeks. He met my thrusts which excited me.

  Sitting completely up, I placed both palms on his chest. Rolling my hips, I gazed into his eyes, while my breasts hopped up and down.

  “Uh, this dick feels so fucking good, baby,” I moaned.

  “Yeah? Is that why you can’t stay off it?”

  “Umm hmmm.”

  I spread my legs wide, making sure that he had the perfect view of our perfect union. Using his index finger, he stroked my clit, while slamming that dick into me.

  “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” I panted, as we held hands, interlocking our fingers.

  “You like that?” he asked me breathily.

  “Noooo,” I swooned in pure pleasure. “I love this shit.”

  “So, tell me what you want me to do?”

  “I need you to fill me up. Bust all up in this pussy.”

  Still holding my hands, he sat up with me on his dick. Leaning his head forward, he drew a nipple into his mouth.

  “Uhhhh,” I released as my head fell back. Wrapping my legs around his waist, as I bounced in his lap. “Uh, yes, Jeremy, yesssss.”

  “Look at you,” he voiced. “Treating this dick right. You must want a new car or something.”

  I giggled, as his back stiffened.

  “What you laughing at?” he spoke weakly, as he came inside of me. “Aint nobody playing with you.”

  I hungrily kissed him; all tongue. “You better stop letting this pussy have you making promises. You already owe me two houses, three vacations, and now a car.”

  He grinned. “So. I’m good for it.”

  ***

  Jeremy was placing the sweetest kisses on my neck, causing my eyes roll into the back of my head. My toes involuntarily curled, as he cuffed my breast.