Ain't no hitta like the one I got: part one (4 page)

“So why do you even fuck with like that then?” I said before stuffing my mouth with food and looking at her for emphasis.

“Because it ain’t shit else to do and our mothers are friends.”

“Whatever Daphney, you are allowed to make your own choices. If you like the bitch, you like the bitch simple as that.” I said looking at her chocolate smooth skin and heart shaped lips, Daphney was pretty and had naturally curly thick hair that she often wore up on her head in a big pony tail, with baby hair laid precisely around her edges. She picked up her pizza and took a big bite.

“I don’t know how you eat that shit, school lunch is fucking nasty,” I said laughing at her.

“Whatever bitch, when you are hungry, this shit hits the spot.” We both laughed, “Are you going to talk to Jason?”

I thought about what she said for a minute, Jason was mad cute, but my feelings were kind of changing within the past couple of days. I really didn’t know.

“I am not sure, why did you ask me that?”

“Word has been going around that he might ask you out.”

“Well, when the time comes I will think about it, but as of now, me and that nigga is just cool.”

“Ok, so what’s up with all of this fly ass gear, those earrings are nice are real nice too, are they real?”

“No, I lied, “Just some fake shit I picked up at the dollar store.” I thought about Paper and smiled but I knew better than to let bitches in on my business.

“That’s what’s up, I need to buy me a pair, those shits are sparkling like crazy, anyway, I gotta get to my next class early so I gotta go.”

I got up and dumped my plate as well. My next couple of classes breezed by and before I knew it, it was time to leave, on my way out, I bumped into Jason, and just seeing him made my heart skip a beat. This nigga was looking so fresh today in his adidas track suit, fresh shoes and haircut.

“Aye, Yo Willemena wait up,” he yelled to me.

I smiled, turned around and waited for him.

“Let me hold ya books, for you,” he said taking my bag, “Imma walk you home if you don’t mind, or we can take the bus, what eva’s clever.”

I was cool with that because I didn’t feel like carrying that heavy ass book bag and I dam sure didn’t feel like going home by myself. He gave a couple of niggas a dap as we made our way out of the school and into the crisp March air. As we were walking down the stairs, I felt someone looking at me, so when I turned my head to look, my eyes locked with Paper’s. What was he doing here I thought to myself? He flung his cigarette on the ground and approached me and Jason. My heart was pounding because he didn’t look friendly.

“What’s good Willemena, get your books, we out.”

I looked at Jason, to get my bag, he gave it to me, “Yo you good?” he asked me.

“Don’t be asking her any question young blood, yeah she good.”

I just took my bag and walked off and after a few stares, Paper followed. I really don’t understand what just happened or why Paper was even at my school picking me up like I was a fucking child. He and I walked in silence for a few blocks, and then he looked at me and asked me, “Who that fuck is that nigga? Ya man?”

“No.”

“Then why is carrying your books and shit?”

“I don’t know, he’s just being friendly. Can’t niggas carry my books?”  We got on the bus and drove in silence. I don’t know what is wrong with him and I didn’t question him. When we got back to his house, he walked in and gave his grandmother a kiss and we both went into his room, I was on the bed and turned on his T.V and he sat in the chair, he was staring at me, but when he got a text on his phone, his whole demeanor started to change, and he started smirking and texting back and he was going back and forth on his phone for like an hour while I pretended to watch T.V. Who was this nigga texting anyway? I thought to myself. He went out of the room, and sat on the couch and continued texting and I am not going to lie, I was a bit annoyed. After a while he came back into the room.

“Listen, I am about to be out, if you need anything just tell ask my grandmother.”

“Where are you going Paper?”

“None of your business.”

“Whatever, probably about to go out there and rob somebody else and get your ass in trouble.”

“Listen little girl, I am about to go pull out a nine, and trust me, it ain’t no gun,” He smirked at me, and I just sat there looking at him. “What?” He said looking at me, “A bitch can’t hold my dick just like a nigga was holding your book bag?”

I just looked at him, I really didn’t have nothing to say, I was confused at what was even happening here.

“I am out,” He said and left. And I just stayed on the bed watching T.V. as evening turning to into midnight and midnight into the next morning. Paper never came home that night.

Complicated

I was at Tiffany’s house laying back on her bed, rubbing her hair while I was getting head but I couldn’t concentrate because I kept thinking about Willemena. Shit, I was really beginning to feel her, but she was way too young. She’s only 17, shit I couldn’t fuck with her like that, it would be crazy.

“Paper, what’s wrong?” Tiffany took my dick out of her mouth and started spitting on it and stroking my shit. She rubbed her big nipples across the sensitive head of my dick, and just thinking about seeing Willemena’s titties the other night made my dick rock hard.

“Zzzzz ahhhh, just like that shorty, “ I moaned once she put my dick back in her mouth, my dick was feeling so saucy and good in shorty’s mouth, I felt like I was minutes away from busting as I closed my eyes, but before I knew it, Tiffany had jumped up on my dick and was riding it. She was fucking my shit just right and I felt the nut building in the head of my dick, “Ahhhh, shorty get up, I am about to bust.” But she didn’t listen, she did some shit with her pussy, and next thing I knew she had me nutting in her pussy hard.

“Fuck Tiffany! Get the fuck up what are you doing?”

“Nothing, we fucked like this the last time, so I don’t see the problem now.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t nut in you, I pulled out.”

“Whatever it seemed like you liked it to me.”

“That’s not the point, fuck it, it’s getting late, I gotta go, the trains and shit be running slow at this time,” I said getting up and fixing my clothes. Next thing I knew it looked like shorty was starting to cry. “Yo Tiffany, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you crying and shit,” I asked her.

“Cause you always just be coming over here to fuck me, but you never spend time with me or spend the night and I feel fucked up about that shit. Can you please spend the night with me, I will let you drive my car home tomorrow and you can hold it for a couple of days.”

Wow, was this chick really saying I could hold her whip? Say no more, a nigga stripped down to his boxers and shorty put Netflix on the T.V, and I held her and was starting to doze off. I wonder what Willemena was doing? I don’t even know why I was thinking about her when she was probably dealing with that young nigga I caught her with in when she was coming out of her school. But to be honest, she did belong with that young nigga because he was her own age. I drifted off to sleep for the whole night. I woke up the next morning with Tiffany kissing me with her big ass juicy lips, and her rubbing her wet ass pussy on the head of my dick, dumb turned on, I took my hand and put my dick in shorty, and let her do her thing and came all up in that pussy again, her pussy sucked up all of my cum. I am not going to lie, Tiffany did have some good ass pussy, but that was it. It was really just a fuck thing, I didn’t even know shit else about her, and I really even didn’t feel a connection with her; I only spent the night because she said I could hold the whip.

“Shorty, I gotta go now”, I said tapping her on the butt.

“Ok, Paper”, Tiffany said lazily, “The keys are right there on my night table”.

“Dam”, I am kind of broke too, I know you are going to need gas and shit, “I lied.

“Go in my purse right over there on that chair and get sixty dollars out of there.”

I did what she said and I left out of her house, took the alarm on the car, and before I knew it I was cruising down the highway and on the way back to Brooklyn. After I parked and got back to my building, it was 10:00, so I knew that Willemena was already gone for school. I came in the apartment and gave my grandmother a kiss; she was sitting at the table, writing down lottery numbers as usual. The kitchen smelled of hash brown and smoked sausage. A nigga’s stomach was grumbling hard as I walked into my room and saw that the bed was made up nicely and Willemena was gone. Satisfied, I walked back into the kitchen, grandma, I am about to fix me a plate, do you want me to make you some?”

“No honey, you just eat you some.”

I sat down at the table adjacent to her and dug into my plate.

“So tell me about this young girl that you be having here in the house.”

“What about her Grandma?”

“Well what are your intentions with her? Do you like this girl?”

“I don’t know Grandma; I am just helping her that’s all.”

“Well she does seem like a nice person, I like her, she’s a good girl, I can tell.”

I didn’t say anything else, I just sat there thinking about what my grandma had said, and after I finished my food, I went into the shower to wash up. I am not going to lie; I did feel a kind of way the way I left out on Willemena yesterday. I was just confused; I really didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I mean I had a chick that was fucking me on the regular, holding me down and shit and here I am worried about this young chick. Life was fucking crazy; I definitely needed a blunt to smoke this one out. I got out, dressed in all white everything, brushed my waves, hopped in the whip and copped myself a bag of weed and I went to the park to smoke. I don’t know how long I sat there, hours maybe. I didn’t put anything in perspective; I was just high as fuck. As I pulled away from the park and started driving, I found myself parking in first of Kennedy High school, just about the same time that Willemena was coming out. I beeped my horn to get her attention as soon as I saw her come out of the door, and she looked up at me uninterested and kept on walking, at least she wasn’t walking with no nigga, I was happy about that, I thought to myself, as I slowly continued to follow her down the block, dam, she had a phatty too, I never noticed that before when she used to wear them sweats.. I rolled down the window, “Ayyo, Willemena, I am sorry about the shit I said to you the other day, can you please come over here and talk to me?”

She rolled her eyes, folded her arms, stopped and looked at me.

“Where did you get this car from Paper, Did you steal it?”

“No, I didn’t fucking steal it. Anyway, do you accept my apology?”

“I guess, Anyway I am just going to walk to the building and clear my head, I will see you when you get back.”

“Nah, hop in”, I said getting out and, walking over to the passenger’s side and opening the door for her. She just stood there.

“Do you trust me?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then get in”, I said grabbing her book bag and throwing it in the back seat.  We drove to the city parked and I purchased some tickets for the movie unfriended. I could tell that she was ok with what was going down, because she didn’t have any objections when we were standing at the concession stand buying popcorn and other junk food.

“I thought you were about the buy out the whole stand”, I joked with Willenmena, as we walked with our arms filled of snacks. I could feel my phone vibrating as we were walking in to the theatre so when we sat down, I check it and it was Tiffany. I sent her straight to voice mail. Like no more than ten minutes into the movie Tiffany kept calling me and calling me so I just turned off my fucking phone, after that I was able to concentrate and Willemena. Dam she smelled good too, and it wasn’t on no perfume shit, just her skin and hair. I wanted to put my arms around her and bring her closer but I didn’t want to come on too strong, so we just sat there and watched the movie. After the movie was over and we was walking to the car, the really wasn’t that ready to go back home,

“Aye yo Willemena, what do you feel like eating?”

“I don’t know it’s whatever,” she said putting on her seat belt.

I turned on my phone, “No I want you to make up your mind, and let me know, tonight is your night?”

She looked at me and half smirked, and my voice started going crazy with voice mail after voice mail and text after text from Tiffany. When my joint started ringing, I picked up.

“Aye yo Tiffany chill, I was about to call you.”

“Paper why haven’t you been answering your phone, I been calling you all day.”

“I had to do something for my grandmother, calm down.”

“Yo where the fuck are you? Bring back my car; I hope you ain’t got no bitches in my shit.”

“I thought you said I was good for a couple of days.”

“Nah, I need my shit back by tonight, I don’t like how you are acting, nit answering your phone and shit.”

“Whatever, bye,” I said hanging up, shorty was acting will wild right now, and I wasn’t having it.

“Who was that?” Willemena asked me, “Is that your girl?”

“No just some shorty.”

“Word? Just a shorty? Well she sounded mad to me.”

“Listen, I ain’t worried about her and you shouldn’t be either. Have you figured out what you wanted to eat?”

“We could really just get some McDonald’s. I am tired as fuck anyway.”

“McDonald’s it is then,” I said busting a uturn, we drove through the spot, got the food and started eating the shit in the car while we were parked.

We sat there in silence both in our own thoughts, eating our food. I could still feel my phone vibrating but I ain’t answer. After a while, Willemena turned and looked at me, “What made you come back and check on me, when I was out in the hallway?”

I stuffed a couple of French fries into my mouth for thought, “Because I was concerned about you,” I told her.

“Ok, but why?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you are beautiful.”

She blushed and looked away. “Where is your mother?” she asked.

“My mother died many years ago.” I really hoped she didn’t ask how because I wasn’t prepared to tell her, but she didn’t ask.

“Do you miss her?”

“Yeah I do, very much.”

“My father died”, she told me with a glazed looked in her eyes as she stared straight ahead. I stared at her and I couldn’t deny that she was the most beautiful chick that I ever saw, I moved a piece of hair out of her face and she let me, and then I held her hand and we just sat like that for a minute. I know I call myself a thug and shit, and holding hands with a chick ain’t really no thug type shit, but I guess shorty just bought out certain things in me. She made me feel calm and shit, I can’t explain.  As we were driving home, I really felt good about how today went. Shit was real cool, I haven’t been out with a chick on no date shit in a minute, So a nigga not gonna lie, I enjoyed myself, But after we came back to the apartment and I gave my grandma a kiss and checked my phone, Tiffany had left all kinds of messages for me to bring her car back or she was going to report it stolen. I walked into the room where Willemena was and I sat back on the chair, “Yo I am gonna have to be out for a minute, this shorty wilding and I need to bring her whip back, But you good though right?”

“Yeah, I am good.”

“You know I had a good time with you today right?” I asked her looking into her eyes.

“I had fun too, Paper.”

“Aight, don’t stay up to late, though, I will be back.”

I got to Tiffany’s house in no time, the way I was speeding, and she was right outside on the porch waiting for me too. I pulled up, parked, and got out. I really didn’t have much words for her, but she had a lot for me though but not what I expected.

“Oh ok, I am glad you got my shit back to me nice and safely,” she said taking the keys from me. “So are you coming in, I ordered you some food?”

“Huh? What’s up with all of the threats you were texting my phone earlier though?” I questioned her.

“Paper, you wasn’t answering any of my calls and shit, and I don’t know, I just started spazzing. Look I am sorry.”

“Yo, I don’t know if you take me for one these lame ass long island niggas, but don’t you ever think that you can text my phone with some bullshit and expect shit to be cool. You got your shit back, so now I am out”, I said backing away from her.

“Paper come inside so we could talk about this please, I said I am sorry.”

I walked off, put on my beats headphones on and walked back to the train station. That bitch Tiffany was definitely getting the deuces because I wasn’t ever trying to fuck with her again.

When I got back home Willemena, was up waiting for me. “You really did come back this time,” She said,

I am not gonna lie shorty was really starting to get to me. She had her hair in two braids, a tight wife beater, and panties on, curled up on my bed and my dick was starting to get hard, so I just decided to go back out into the living room and call it a night.

“Yo, I am about to lay it down, a nigga tired as fuck, I am going to see you in the morning. Don’t stay up too late”, I told her, and with that, I went outside in the living room, took off my jacket, sweater, jeans and shit and just laid on the couch in my boxer and t shirt. Just knowing that shorty was in the other room looking like that, had me feeling crazy, but I managed to doze off as I watched the shadows that the light from the T.V made from the other room, dance on the walls.

About a couple hours later, I was awaken by a kiss, Willemena had come into the living room, and was laying on top of me, the feel of her tongue, and the way that she was sucking on my bottom lip was crazy it almost felt like a dream and I couldn’t believe that she was actually right there in front of me. I took my hand and slide it up her thigh and I grabbed her ass, and it was soft and wobbly. Shit, shorty was laying her fat pussy right up on my dick; I could feel it was fat from the way it was poking out through the material. It was warm and moist, and she was moving around against me as she kissed me.