Get It Girls (6 page)

Ten minutes later, the girls descended the stairs. It was if four angels were exiting the gate of heaven. All eyes followed their every move. Tears flowed freely from the parents, and the boys’ mouths dropped agape.

One by one, each girl walked over to their respective dates. The boys greeted them and placed their corsages on their wrists. Cameras were flashing a mile a minute to preserve and immortalize the moment as a chapter of their lives.

Tiny instantly clung to Calvin. Her prayers were answered from God in the best way possible—he was fine. Not only was he cute, he was almost equal her size in height—with her pumps on, of course—making them look like the perfect couple.

Lynn and Vonda, equally content with their dates, were ready to show all the other girls at school what they were working with. And then there was Jessica. Nothing else had ever come close to how she felt at that present moment. Jessica felt like a real woman for the first time in her life as she stood before her mother and father with the first boy they’d ever seen her with, and she felt proud. They posed for another twenty minutes before they finally exited the house and climbed into the awaiting limousine the four guys chipped in to rent.

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When they arrived at the Astor Park Ballroom in the Village, the four couples made a spectacular entrance as all eyes rained upon them. The girls proudly flaunted their dates in front of all their soon-to-be-former classmates. They became the envy of the night as they danced and romanced the entire night away. Nobody wanted the night to end as all the couples separated to their own little corners, their own little worlds.

As the night began to wind down, each girl knew they were coming upon the biggest moment in their brief lifetime—they would all lose their virginity. The girls had discussed this matter for months, some even for years, and in a matter of hours the elusive fantasy would finally come true. All the girls were so nervous they began to tremble. Finally, the night came to an end, and the girls met up in the bathroom to discuss their fate.

In a circle, each girl stood before each other in ominous silence as the reality of the matter materialized.

Vonda was the first to speak as she looked from face to face, “So, y’all, what’s up? What we gonna do?”

Tiny spoke up and said, “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m ready to get busy with that nigga Calvin, yo.”

There were nervous smiles all around.

“I ain’t gonna lie; I ain’t never felt for a dude before like I’m feeling for that nigga Stevo.” Vonda reached for her neck. “Look what this nigga done brought me, yo. An 18-carat solid gold necklace and pendant.”

All three girls got up close and admired her new jewelry.

“Plus,” Vonda continued, “all the money that them niggas spent on the limo, tuxedo, corsages, and everything. If ever a nigga deserved to get some, these niggas do. What y’all think?” She looked at Lynn and asked, “What’s up, Lynn?”

Lynn still looked unsure and suddenly said, “I’m scared to death, but I think I’m ready to get it over with.”

Vonda and Tiny smiled, and then all eyes focused on their remaining homegirl—Jessica.

“Well, Jesse? It’s all on you now, what’s up?”

The intensity at that moment was so thick that you could feel electricity course through the air, as they awaited the final verdict on what would surely change their lives.

Finally, Jessica said, “I think I’m ready, too.”

All the girls were so happy that the decision was unanimous they could hardly contain themselves. When the weight of the unknown was behind them, they now had to plan a course of action to make it become a reality.

“Ok,” said Vonda, “here’s what we gonna do: We all gonna go to the same hotel and leave together. Since we won’t have no limousine service after they drop us off at the hotel, we got to take a cab back home.”

Jessica frowned and said, “That don’t make no sense to take four cabs home.”

“I know; that’s why I said we all leave the hotel together. They take one and we’ll take one. That way, we all don’t have to wait till tomorrow to find out from each other what happened. Make sense?”

All agreed with a nod and a smile.

Vonda said, “We could ask the cab driver to drop us off on a neutral corner on Seventh Avenue, that way any of us won’t have far to walk, bet?”

Everyone looked at her and said, “Bet!”

With a sly smile, Lynn stuck out her fist and said, “Get it girls?”

One by one, each stuck out her fist and said in unison, “Get It Girls!”

They headed out the bathroom in a single file when Vonda stopped short and said, “Remember, don’t tell them we want to go to the hotel. Let them ask us first. We don’t want them to think we that easy.” She looked specifically at Tiny and said, “You got that, Tiny? Let them ask us first.”

Tiny nodded quickly and they exited the bathroom.

One hour later, the limousine dropped the four couples out on 45th street at the Marriott Hotel in Times Square. Twenty minutes after that, the four young couples received the keys to their respective rooms and everyone went into Kenny and Jessica’s room first to have a night cap of champagne and a little weed to calm their nerves.

Kenny was the only one of the boys who didn’t drink or smoke. Neither did Jessica, but on that night Jessica had a couple glasses of champagne just to calm her nerves. They laughed, joked, and lived it up until Tiny and her date Calvin bid their farewells and were the first to retire to their room. Seconds later, Vonda, Stevo, Lynn, and Ronald said their goodbyes as well and retired to their rooms.

All alone now, Kenny took Jessica in his arms and slowly they began kissing. When they pulled away, they stared into each other’s eyes and knew that this would be night neither one of them would ever forget.

Kenny slowly began unzipping her dress while his hand began rubbing her breasts. A tingling wave of electricity shot through her body and she’d already released her second orgasm before she even noticed. Jessica, nude down only to her panties, stood nervously watching the most beautiful boy she ever laid her eyes starting to undress. He switched off the bedside light, removed her soaked panties, and lay down next to her.

The warmth of their nude skin touching felt ever so remarkable, she thought. Kenny’s hands and fingers began to explore every inch of her body as her breathing began to quicken. He used one of his fingers and penetrated her virginal canal as rivers of milky white liquid began to flow. At last, the moment had come, and Kenny began to mount her. At the same moment, Jessica stopped him and asked, “Kenny?”

Panting heavily, he answered, “Yes, Jessica?”

“Do you love me?”

He placed a soft kiss on her lips and answered, “Mwen remen ou.”

Jessica took him by his waist and feverishly pulled his body into hers.

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he girls rode the cab back to Harlem in silence, and not a single word was spoken. Each was in her own little world because tonight was unlike any other—they were all now women. They remembered all the rumors they heard from other girls about their first sexual encounter—how the experience would be like no other. That it would be a moment to jump up and down about and tell their best friends that they were now a woman and share every intimate detail, right down to the size of their partner’s penis. But, as they now knew, it was something much more than that. It was a personal memory that they would hold dear as they relived the tender moment, over and over again until the day they died.

When they finally arrived in Harlem, they paid for the cab and exited on 7th Avenue and 125th. The breezy pre-summer night air flowed pleasingly through their hair and faces. It was then that the first words were spoken. Vonda looked at her girls and asked, “Are you guys all right?”

One by one, a small smile came over their faces, and Tiny broke the humdrum and said, “I think I’m in love.” It was now in the open, and each girl agreed that they too were in love. Now was the moment they began to shed tidbits of information about their new suitors as the spring in their step gave them an extra bounce and extra flair.

“So,” said Vonda, “what was it like?” She looked at Tiny first, who smiled widely,

“Yo, when he first put that shit in, I said, ‘take that motherfucker out!’”

All the girls began laughing as she continued. “But he kept telling me to calm down and I said ‘I’m trying,’ but that shit was hurting like a son of a bitch.”

They looked at Tiny, who was still silent and Vonda asked, “Then what happened, bitch?”

Tiny snapped out of her fantasy and said, “Then, all of the sudden, I felt it going in and then he had all that shit in me pumping hard as hell, then after while, yo, I ain’t lying, that shit began feeling good as motherfucker.”

All the girls began to laugh again.

Vonda looked at Lynn. “What about you, Lynn? How was it?”

Lynn had a hollow stare then said, “It was kinda icky. I tried to get into it, but I wasn’t feeling nothing but discomfort.” She shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms. “It wasn’t all what I thought it would be.” Lynn then put on a sly smile and admitted, “But when he started licking it? Oh shit! I went crazy!”

Everyone stopped in place and asked, “He ate you out?”

Lynn nodded her head coyly.

Suddenly, they turned their attention toward Jessica and Vonda asked, “It’s on you, Jess? How did you like it?”

Jessica thought about it for a moment and walked as if she was walking on clouds until finally she simply said, “It was as endearing and as personal as I thought it would be, and I think I’m truly in love.”

The girls waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. She only added, “That’s all I’m going to say about that.”

“Come on, Jessica. This is pretty boy Kenny we talking about. Is he as good as all the rumors?” Vonda persisted.

“What he and I shared was really special, and I don’t want to cheapen it by going into details.” Jessica continue to stroll down the block as images of her first time swam around her head. Each time she thought about Kenny touching her, butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She’d never imagined her first time to be so fantastic.

“There you go again,” Tiny said with a smirk. “Jess, you with your girls. It’s not like we’re going to tell anyone. What’s said between us stays between us.”

“It’s not just that. It’s . . . it’s just that I can’t even seem to find the words . . .” she trailed off, looking toward the sky as if there she would find the answer there.

They nodded, choosing not to persist anymore and remained quiet until Tiny shifted her eyes over toward Vonda. “It’s on you Vonda.”

Vonda looked at Jessica before she answered and said, “Everything Jessica said.”

All the girls began chiding her, but respected her secrecy. A sudden and mysterious feeling overcame them all as they now stepped through the threshold of womanhood. They held hands to show a form of liberation and began singing Evelyn “Champagne” King’s song. “Ain’t no doubt about it, I’m in love!” They were all in such bliss their common sense took a back seat to the elation they were feeling.

They rejoiced on their way home and felt as if they were now ready to take on the world. They finished high school and were looking forward to their graduation ceremony, finally being on their own, and living by their own rules when they would go off to college.

But their joy came to a dramatic halt when they realized that right in front of them was Cookie and most of her crew. Only Kimmi was absent. Panic overcame them all, and their first instinct was to run, but the long dresses and the high heels that they wore told them otherwise. Cookie, Denise, Tay-Tay, and Nikki had them surrounded in a matter of seconds and quickly pulled out switchblades. None of the girls could believe what was happening and couldn’t even react.

“Look what the fuck we have here!” spewed the smiling ringleader, Cookie.

Before they could even make a plea, the four of them had the razor-sharp blades to their throats. The girls were shoved so violently that the heels on their shoes began to break away as the five girls pushed them into the closest building they could find. In the rear of the building’s landing, they were pushed up against the wall with the deadly blades still pressed against their bodies.

Cookie stared at Lynn’s cleavage lustfully before snatching her handbag from off of her shoulder. She rummaged through it in search of money, but found little. She came across a book of matches and read it. “The Marriott Hotel?” She leered at Lynn. “Y’all bitches just came back from fucking?”

She tossed the matches and the other unnecessary items to the floor and pocketed the money. Cookie turned her attention toward Tiny and sneered, unleashing a vicious punch to her face. Tiny’s eye began to swell to the size of a small plum before she could hit the floor. Jessica and Vonda made an attempt to avenge their friend, but the knives pressed to their throats prevented them from doing anything.

“Talk that shit now, you li’l bitch,” taunted Cookie. She spat on Tiny, who cradled her eye as she squirmed on the floor in agonizing pain. “Y’all bitches thought that this shit was over? Like you gonna talk shit and we gonna let you get away with it?” She stared at Lynn, who was already crying and trembling, and punched her too.

“Please, don’t hit me,” Lynn begged as she threw her hands over her face to prevent it from happening again.

“Yo, Cookie,” pleaded Vonda, “why the fuck you got to be hitting my girls? They ain’t do shit to you.”

Cookie’s frown turned harder, and she approached Vonda and put the knife in her face. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I should do, bitch?” Cookie edged the point of the knife up Vonda’s nostril. “Say one more motherfuckin’ word and see if I don’t cut your fuckin’ nose off.”

Vonda looked into her eyes, knowing that Cookie would make good on her threat, and chose to remain silent. It pained Jessica and Vonda to watch their friends being beaten, but there was nothing that they could do. Vonda vowed that when she out of her precarious position, she would get her brothers to track them down so she could whip each and every one of their asses for pulling knives on them. She was sure of it.