The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

  “Damn, you popping it like that?” Jeremy breathed, as he trained his camera on me. Leaning his head forward, he slid his tongue between my slit. His tongue flicked across my clit, causing my knees to weaken.

  Getting completely into it, I placed a stiletto clad foot on the chaise, giving him full access. Rubbing his waves, I allowed him to go for what he knows. I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh, as my head fell back. Snaking my waist, I raunchily fucked his face. Driving me crazy, he fondled my tit. Friskily, I retrieved his cell from him, flipping the camera onto my face. I made a few fuck faces, before turning the camera onto him. I was recording him working his tongue, thinking that this was definitely something that I’d re-watch whenever I needed to get off and he wasn’t near me. Because the way he was eating my pussy…was something that needed to be captured and treasured. No lie.

  Jeremy

  Be safe, friend.

  I smirked, as I glanced down at my cell, noticing a DM from Vita. Like second nature, I deleted the message right after reading it. Periodically, she’d reach out to me and vice versa. Everything had been platonic, as she fully respected my relationship. She was cool like that and would often like pictures of me and Jhyrah on the Gram. Unlike most broads, she never had anything slick to say, and I could really detect her sincerity. Of course, she was dating herself, so she wasn’t pressed for attention from me or anybody else. The only reason I hadn’t told Jhyrah about her was because me and her had always said that we wouldn’t have friends of the opposite sex. And knowing her, she’d throw a fit, just like the brat she was. So, I was keeping the shit to myself.

  Turning on the camera on my phone, I focused on Jhyrah as she lied on her back. We’d hunted down a local female tattoo artist. Amazingly, Jhyrah only wore a bra and was naked below the waist, as she allowed the girl to tatt my name on her fat pussy. After taking a Xanax or two, she was completely relaxed, as her tattoo cherry was popped.

  All the way up until the girl started putting the ink to her skin, I thought that Jhyrah was bullshitting. It wasn’t so much about her getting my name, but where she wanted to get the tat. I didn’t think that she’d be comfortable enough for somebody to touch her in that area. However, she had no qualms about walking around this girl practically naked.

  Honestly, my dick was rock hard, as I got off on the mere thought that my girl was a pure freak. Yeah, I knew that most niggas thought that about their gals, but Jhyrah was of a different breed. She was so comfortable in her skin. So sexual. That shit drove me crazy as she was down the take the dick any way that I was giving it to her. I mean, nothing was off limits. I’d fucked in every hole and she could do a Chinese split on it, regardless of where I slid my dick in.

  My pops had always warned me about letting some broad fuck me the way that Jhyrah did. His crazy ass instructed me to run whenever I encountered such a broad. I asked him how he knew how to handle the situation and he told me that he knew, because that’s what he should’ve done when it came to my mama. I laughed back then, and was semi-disgusted, however, now, I knew exactly what he meant. Jhyrah had my mind gone, as I briefly thought about asking her to marry me right then and there. Shit, there was no sense in prolonging it. Her good pussy having, cum swallowing ass was stuck with me for life. On God.

  ***

  A Month Later…

  “Bae, you have a little tension in your back,” Jhyrah claimed, as she gave me a massage.

  I was lying on my stomach on the couch, shirtless, chilling hard. Her massages were often the highlight of my day, after a nice workout. When it was just us at home, she’d wear one of my t-shirts, with nothing underneath. So, while she rubbed my back, I could also feel the mouth of her pussy grinding against me, as well. Right then, I could tell that she was wet, and it was a just a matter of time before I rolled over to give her exactly what she needed.

  Soothingly, she rubbed my arms, before tracing the letters of her name etched across my bicep. As of late, we’d been going crazy with the tats, as I now had my body covered in them. Jhyrah now had five tattoos and two of them were some variation of my name…actually three. It was funny because her parents weren’t aware of any. Luckily for her, most of them were in rather discreet places that could be concealed with the right clothing.

  Being able to do us however we saw fit was one the best parts of living away from home. There was nobody there to tell us that we were doing too much or that we were too young to proclaim this level of love. Intimacy. I knew Jhyrah’s body like the back of my hand. She could make me damn near ejaculate with a mere glance. We were completely in tune with one another. Our shit didn’t have an invented height. This shit was boundless, as we’d completely immersed ourselves within it. And we were both content with the intoxication our love provided.

  “Your back is so strong,” Jhyrah whispered, as she rubbed my shoulders, sounding like she’d just had some sort of revelation.

  I smirked with my eyes closed. “I can just about read your mind.”

  “Oh, yeah? So, tell me what I’m thinking.”

  “You’re thinking about what way you can position yourself on my back to rub that pussy on my shoulders until you cum,” I guessed, knowing her all too well. Jhyrah was adventurous like that. She’d literally hump my leg and get herself off sometimes, when she’d call herself teasing me.

  She snickered. “Hmm, you might be right.”

  I laughed. “I know I am.”

  Right then a gush of air rushed into the apartment, as Jared stepped inside. “Say, Ion know who the fuck you think you talking to. I’ll pop your ass, lil’ girl. Stop playing with me, Cavalli,” he argued on a facetime call.

  Jhyrah eased off my back, as I sat up beside her.

  “You’ll pop me?!” Cavalli raged. “Oh, okay. Come to Dallas and let’s see what’s up,” she spat, before ending the call.

  I squinted my eyes. “What’s that all about?”

  Jared flopped down on the recliner. “That hoe is ignorant. That’s what’s up,” he fumed.

  Me and Jhyrah looked at each other. The fact that Jared was even riled up like this was very telling. That man was king of nonchalance but ole girl had his ass bothered.

  “What happened?” Jhyrah pried.

  Jared heatedly scooted to edge of his seat. “Okay, it’s like this,” he licked his lips. “This dumb hoe thinks that she can sit on the fucking phone and tell me that she’s waiting for some lame ass nigga to come pick her up.”

  Jhyrah narrowed her eyes. “So, she just threw that out there out of nowhere?”

  “I mean, I wouldn’t say that. Her FBI CIA looking ass is using her Scooby Doo detective skills to find every post on the Gram with me in the picture. And now she’s mad, talking about if I can still fuck hoes, then she’ll do her thing too.”

  Jhyrah shrugged. “Well, Jared, that’s only right.”

  He scowled. “What you mean? You of all people know that these hoes are looking for clout. Bitches pull out pictures from middle school to stay relevant. That don’t mean I’m fucking somebody just because they posted a picture of me.”

  Jhyrah pursed her lips. “So, you didn’t have company here last night?”

  Jared sucked his teeth. “Main, that aint here nor there. Cavalli don’t know that shit.”

  Me and Jhyrah both laughed.

  She shook her head. “For you to be so smart, you sure do some dumb ass shit. That girl aint crazy and you can’t be mad for her peeping your bullshit.”

  Jared waved her off. “Fuck what you talking about and fuck her.”

  Before I could offer my two cents, his cell went off, and he quickly answered. “What man?”

  “So, you gon pop my ass, Jared?” Cavalli questioned, sounding like she was ready to crank the argument up again.

  “You heard what I said.”

  “So, can I put my foot off in your ass for playing with me?”

  “Playing with you? How am I doing that?”

  “By talking to those other hoes!” she
roared.

  Jared stood up, focusing on her face.

  “Jared, I thought you just said fuck Cavalli?” Jhyrah questioned messily.

  I cut my eyes at her.

  She bucked her eyes. “What?”

  I shook my head, as I stood up. “Go put some shorts on or something, man.”

  She sighed heavily, before stomping back to our room. Well, technically, she had her own room, but that was only whenever her parents would visit. Any other time that room was for guests.

  Stepping into the kitchen, I listened to my brother go back and forth with Cavalli’s ass. At this point, the shit was a weekly occurrence. Whenever too much time passed without them seeing each other, one of them had to start an argument. They were both super jealous and petty as hell. Jared talked about me, but his trick ass had her on his phone plan, and whenever she’d piss him off, he’d suspend her service. The shit was highly dysfunctional, but I think that low key he’d found the one.

  My phone vibrated in my hand, alerting me to the fact that I had a new DM. I smiled as I read the message.

  Your brother and Cavalli are at again. She just called me going off!!!

  I shook my head as I replied.

  IKR. They’re working my fuckin’ nerves. Talk to your cousin. Something, shit.

  Lifting my head, I realized that Jared had paused and was staring directly at me. “You talking about me, but Jhyrah is gonna kill your ass. Watch. You and Vita are getting a little too comfortable,” he whispered.

  I shook my head, as I deleted the message thread. “Jared, tend to your business, bro. I got this. I promise.”

  Chapter 19

  A Year Later…

  Jeremy

  “This view is something serious, main. Shit, this whole spot is the business,” Chubby sputtered, as we chilled on my balcony, which overlooked Houston’s skyline.

  Quietly, I nodded, as I took in the scenery myself. Everything was happening so fast that I hadn’t taken much time to really think about shit. With the help of my brother, we’d finished college a year early and I’d entered the NFL draft. Miraculously, I’d been picked up by the Houston Texans, which had me back in my city. Getting to play for your hometown often never happened in football, so I was blessed. With the challenges of starting a new career, I didn’t have to worry about adjusting to an unfamiliar city.

  In between graduation ceremonies and moving, my schedule had been hectic. Football camp was in a few weeks, and I didn’t want to even imagine what that would be like. My life was crazy but also everything I’d prayed for.

  “Yeah, Jhyrah always said that she wanted to live in a high-rise in the city first, before we did the house thing. I was ready for something in the burbs, right now, but I let her have her way.”

  “Shit, with something like this, you can’t go wrong. But honestly, I feel like yall can do both.”

  I poked out my bottom lip, as I nodded. “You right. And we just might.”

  “For sho,” Chubby mumbled. “And I know that I’ve said it before, but I’m proud of yall boys. Straight up. I mean, I know that we all talked about the shit we wanted to do, but yall are making it happen. The thing that I respect the most is that yall didn’t rely on yall pops’ name to do shit. Yall made your own paths and is really doing this out here. It gets no better, main.”

  I nodded, as I studied the traffic down below. “I hear you, but don’t ever forget that you can do the same thing too, Chubby. We got too many resources for you to be out there slanging that iron on the regular.”

  He lightly chuckled. “I’m damaged goods, cuzo. My mama shaped this shit out for me. Had me out there in those streets, fending for myself for too long. Yeah, people stepped in, but it was too late. I had seen too much. Done too much. It’s in me and I doubt that’ll ever change.”

  I shook my head. “Nah, I don’t believe that. Shit, you don’t believe that. Hell, our whole family got a survival story. I aint gotta tell you, cause you witnessed the shit for yourself. Look at my pops, Tino, Keesy, Wale, Craven. Fuck, even Falen. They lived that shit but eventually walked away. You just gotta find something worth living and changing for.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. I guess if you’d let me borrow Jhyrah for a few, I might have a change of heart.”

  I paused and glared at him, while he roared with laughter.

  “That shit works every time. Nigga can joke about everything, except for when it comes to that lil’ broad. Some shit never changes.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I tugged at my sagging basketball shorts. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

  “Bet.” He nodded.

  Stepping into the condo, I was reminded of how many of my people had come through. I wouldn’t quite say that this was a kickback, because it was more family than anything. Everybody from my grandma to my little cousins were running around. I was hoping that the walls weren’t too thin, as we lived above people on the top floor.

  “Boy, you got all this damn company here, yet you walking around here in a muscle shirt and gym shorts,” my granny Trina griped. “Pull ya shorts up. Nobody wanna see that Versace on your ass.”

  Being funny, I pulled my shorts up over my stomach, before heading back to the master bedroom. Twisting the doorknob, I realized that Jhyrah had it locked. Therefore, I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked it. I then stepped in and found her doing lines on the dresser.

  “Doing that shit again, huh,” I uttered, startling her ass.

  She jumped back, holding her chest. “Boy, you scared the shit out of me!”

  “Good,” I sighed, as I closed the door behind me, before waltzing over to the dresser. Digging into a drawer, I picked up a bag of coke and examined it. Judging by the amount left, Jhyrah hadn’t done much of it.

  She sucked her teeth, as I placed the powder back into the drawer. “Do you always have to do that?”

  I glanced her way. “Yeah. Now that we’re back in Houston and you aint in nobody’s school, I’m beginning to feel like you need to leave this shit alone, period.”

  She groaned. “Aww, here we go.”

  I shook my head, thinking that I should’ve put an end to the shit before it ever got started. With me and Jhyrah being so close, nothing was ever a secret for long. I’d known about her indulging in coke, occasionally, for a minute. Honestly, cocaine was tossed around like candy in Hollywood. Everybody did it. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. Most of my teammates indulged. All the white girls. The party black girls. The actors. Producers. You name it. So, being out there had changed our outlook on several things. Recreational drug use was a thing, so that didn’t make Jhyrah a junkie. She’d get fucked up during a party or something, and would chill the rest of the time. I could honestly say that she never behaved as if she needed to get high. It was something she did whenever the mood struck. I just found myself monitoring it because of the horror stories you see and hear about. I didn’t want anything getting out of control, while on my watch.

  “Aye, don’t give me that. I’m gonna always see what’s going on, before I sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”

  “Jeremy, I’ve been having this same bag of coke for like six months now. That should tell you plenty. I’m doing this shit. The shit aint doing me. So, yeah, I hate when you get like this, once you see me bump a few lines. You get to side eyeing me like I’m a crackhead or something.”

  I licked my lips. “Okay, wasn’t it you that said that you like to get lifted for a boost of energy, after classes all week and shit?”

  “Yeah,” she replied.

  “So, what’s your excuse now? I mean, it’s the summer. There’s no school. You work on your own time, and yet you’re doing lines. I mean, help me understand.”

  She nodded. “Okay. I got you,” she mumbled, as she snatched open the drawer, grabbing the bag of coke. She then stomped to the master bath.

  I followed closely behind her and witnessed her dump all the cocaine into the toilet, before flushing it. Spinning around with her
hands on her hips, she eyed me.

  “You happy now? No more. I’m done.”

  I nodded in satisfaction. “Yeah, I am.”

  She smiled, as she stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Aww, my bae is so sweet. I know that you just want what’s best for me. And I refuse to let coke or anything else stand between us. So, if daddy says that it’s enough, then it’s enough.” She kissed my lips.

  “That’s right,” I boasted, slapping her ass.

  Giggling, she stepped out of my grasp. Black spandex Nike shorts and a racer back tee had never looked sexier on a broad. Jhyrah had the thickest thighs that were well toned with the tiniest waist. That alone was enough to have a nigga going crazy, but then she had a bowlegged stance with it that constantly reminded me that I had one of the baddest bitches around. Yeah, I could wax poetically about beauty only being skin deep, but a broad with ass, plus a heart was the one to keep.

  On ten, Jhyrah traveled into the living room, joining a majority of our guests. By then music was floating through the air and my ratchet family and hers were cutting the hell up. Since the age groups were mixed, there was no surprise to hear that they were playing Scarface and Tupac. The elders were always cool with old skool rap, and Tupac was legendary enough for us youngsters to know about.

  “No fairytales for this young black male. Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sells—”

  Although if you actually listened to the lyrics, Smile was actually rather conscious rap, all my cousins, Jhyrah’s cousins, and Jhyrah were twerking like their lives depended on it.

  “Aye, this my daddy’s shit, right here!” Keyasia’s loud ass announced, while rocking her hips to the beat. “Selling my soul for material wishes,” she rapped. “Fast cars and bitches. Wishing I live my life as a legend or immortalized in pictures.”

  “Smile for me. Won’t you just sm-ile-e-ile for me.”

  “What you looking all sad for?” Jhyrah mimicked Tupac. “Nigga, you black. Smile for me now. You aint got nothing to be worried about.”