PRETTY BRIGHT (5 page)

or by a girl as young as Bright. She sucked his dick like
an art that she had a deep passion for, and the noises she
made were toe-curling. And no matter how hard he tried
prolonging the pleasure and from erupting in her mouth,
he couldn't help it. It shot out like a space shuttle going
to another planet.
“OHHHHHHH, SHIT!” Terrence moaned, holding
Bright's head as he released in her mouth. “Oh shit that was the fucking best,” he said, recovering from his orgasm while Bright sucked him dry. “Aw shit!” he
continued to moan.
After Bright spit his semen out in a wash cloth, she
smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted
him. Then she climbed on top of him, rested her head on
his chest and whispered, “I love sucking on yo dick,
Terrence, and if I was your girl, I would suck it all the
time, day or night.”
Terrence rubbed through Bright's hair breathing
heavily; she had sucked the breath straight out of him.
“You my girl then,” he said, then kissed Bright on her
forehead before falling asleep. An hour later Terrence
woke up to a sniffling Bright crying in his arms. “What’s
wrong with you, baby?” Terrence asked, lifting up to see
her face.
Playing the innocent girl role, Bright cried, “I don't
know what got into me, but I can’t believe I gave you
head on our first date. I feel like such a hoe and I don't
normally get down like that,” she said as she began to
sob even harder. “It must have been the alcohol.” she
said in between cries.
Terrence grabbed her face. “Sometimes shit happens,
baby, and it don't make you no hoe either.” Then he
teased, “You damn near got a nigga all in love and shit,
with all that good head you just gave me. So as far as I'm
concerned, you my baby, and I'm yo daddy.” He wiped
her eyes and then kissed her on the nose. “You one sexy
ass bitch,” he said, not able to get enough of her beauty.
Bright moaned, then Terrence spread her legs apart,
strapped it up, and slowly inched his penis as deep
inside of Bright's wet pussy as he could until he exploded
again. Then before leaving the room, he fucked her doggy style like there was no tomorrow as he pulled through her long golden hair. After that he took her home before his wife started blowing him up.

“Bitch, so you telling me that ya boy, Ice, got a little dick?” Treasure asked Bright the next morning inside of her bedroom.

“Yes, it's on the itty -bitty side, he ain't got nothing on Larry,” she said, nodding her head. “But he did break the girl off, and I know I'll be getting a lot more of that” she laughed.

Bright's mind was consumed with Larry Lane and Terrence's money. And even though she felt bad about cheating on Larry, she knew that the money would make up and compensate for the guilt. After helping her mother around the house, Bright hooked up with Larry and played the PlayStation at his house, and later on, she treated him to dinner and a movie. But before he dropped her back off at home, they sat in the back seat of his Mustang at Huntington Park, wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing and telling each other how much they loved each other.

Larry was the only guy Bright was ever able to be herself around. He made her laugh, smile and feel happy inside. She didn't have to pretend in bed and swallow his nut to turn him on. He actually catered to her, and made love to her. Being with Larry made Bright feel mushy; it was sincere, and it felt very real. But if Bright hadn't known from the gate that Larry was a future basketball star, she would have never given him the time or the day, and would have probably missed out on real love. Her infatuation with money and the material things that it bought her kept Bright cheating and creeping, and she didn't plan on stopping until Larry was on top.

Pulling up in front of her apartment building, Larry had to pry Bright off of him. He took his lips from hers and smiled. “It’s getting late, baby, and we don't want Moms to catch us out here like this,”

“I hate leaving your side, Larry Lane.” She kissed his lips once more, then climbed out of his car.
“I keep telling you, I'ma marry you and make you my wife!” he winked, then pulled off of her street.
Feeling like it was all a big dream, Bright skipped into the apartment playing house in her head and fell asleep with a big smile on her face.

Here it was almost the middle of summer, and Bright was still balancing both her money man, Terrence, and her lover boy, Larry Lane, without getting caught. Stretching, then sitting up in her bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Bright planned on going out to buy and surprise Larry with a fresh pair of Jordan’s, like she did whenever guilt would consume her for cheating on him. She would constantly reason with herself that Terrence was only temporary until Larry caught his big break, but until then she was gonna continue to milk him dry. “Wake it up, Queen Bee, it's time to clean house,”

her mother yelled through the apartment. Rosette gave her daughter the nickname Queen Bee because she acted as if she were royalty and had what people called a diva attitude.

Bright thought to herself,
When did they ever have to clean? Their houses stayed nasty.
“Maaaa!” Bright yelled as she walked to the living room to see what was going on.

“Don't ‘Ma’ me,” Rosette snapped back. “It's time to clean house!” she said kicking through a pile of dirty clothes on the living room floor.

Bright sucked her teeth, “ Ma, when does anybody ever clean up around here?” she asked.
“Well if your high yellow ass wants somewhere to lay yo head, I guess we'll all be cleaning up this pig's sty today!” she said with her hands on her hips. “Section eight inspectors are coming out Tuesday morning.”
“Mama, but it's Sunday though,” Bright whined. “Why are we cleaning so early?” She knew that since they were up for inspection that there was no escaping housework, but she was confused as to why they had to clean up two days in advance.
“Yes I know its Sunday, smart ass!” her mother said, giving her a dumb facial expression. “But it's gonna at least take us two good days to get this place in order!” Rosette paused to catch her breath. “Look around here Queen Bee, this place is filthy,” she said seriously.
“Man, I have to do everything around here,” Bright said, marching back to her bedroom for a change of clothes. “Ma, are the rest of your kids going to be participating in the family festivities today?” she yelled, changing clothes in her bedroom.
“Until I can find they lazy, trifling asses, I guess it's just me and you. Now come on, and let’s get to it! Oh, and by the way, your Highness, Larry called for you while I was cleaning the bathroom,” she said sarcastically. “So hurry up and call him back right quick so we can clean up this house up!”
“Larry?” Bright asked, peeping her head out her bedroom.
“Naw, Larry!” her mother said giving her another dumb facial expression, and then threw her hands in the air. “What you be smoking on, Bright?” her mother asked her, then quickly nodded her head. “Never mind, don't even answer that. Just hurry up and make your phone call, so you can get in here to help,” she said.
Bright made her way to the cordless phone in her room. “I hope ya lazy kids find their way back home by the time I get off the phone, Ma. It's already unfair enough that I gotta play mom when you’re gone to work and then have to turn around and do they house work too,” Bright fussed.
“Well tough cookie, big sister! 'Cause guess what? I go to work to take care of you too, and on top of that I give you more than I give the others, and I make it possible for you to have your own bedroom when I should be the one with my own room. I shouldn't have to be sharing a room with my two youngest daughters. But I do that to compensate you for all the extra shit that you have to do around here! So quit complaining before I start complaining on how high ya ass be walking up in here, and the different hours of the night you be walking up in here!” Rosette paused, seeing that she had Bright's full attention. “Now I like Larry a lot, don't get me wrong, but I'll even start cutting his time short too! Do you understand, Queen Bee?” her mother said sarcastically.
“I know, Ma, I know, I was only kidding...and I don't be smoking no weed either,” Bright lied. “I just want Deja, Cordell, Ramon and Ryonna to help around here too, 'cause you work hard and should be able to come home to a clean house sometimes,” Bright said, hoping to get her mother off of her tail.
Rosette thought,
I knew I'd get her to shut her big mouth up!
It wasn't that Rosette didn't care about the things Bright was doing, she just really didn't have the time to be home and enforce the laws of her home to her children. She worked twelve and sometimes twenty-four hour shifts at a time at her nursing job, in order to provide for her children. So she knew there were some things she wouldn't be able to stop without the help that she didn't have. And since it was only weed, and Bright wasn't a high school dropout, a drug addict, or a pregnant minor, she didn't feel like her smoking weed was such a big deal.
After Bright got off the phone with Larry, she ran out and found all of her siblings, then brought them back home to help clean up. Once her mother gave everybody jobs to perform, she thumped her 1980's mix smooth groove CD, and got to work. Bright prepped the laundry for the wash, while Deja and Ryonna had trash detail - they had to collect trash from every room in the house. Cordell and Ramon were on wall detail - scrubbing the walls from top to bottom.
Rosette worked in both the kitchen and living room, cleaning underneath the surfaces, trying her hardest to make her house look like a home. When the girls were finishing picking up trash around the apartment, they went to assist Bright, hanging and folding laundry, in the on-site laundry facility. Then finally by eight p.m., the house was spotless and dinner was served. Rosette fried a batch of chicken wings, baked some French fries, and made a hearty house salad. For once in a long time, they sat down and ate dinner together like a family, in their clean apartment. It was a proud, long-overdue moment for Rosette and everybody was happy.

fter Rosette fixed dinner and gave her children orders to follow, she headed to the door to go to work. She was so proud of how her children were

keeping the house up, that she worked extra hours at her second job to put new furniture in the house. Rosette bought everyone new beds and bought a new flat screen TV for the living room. Now all she needed was a brand new living room suite and dining room table, and after her next paycheck, she would be able to do just that.

“I love you guys! Be good, and listen to your sister while I'm gone. I'll take you guys to Mc Donald's for breakfast in the morning, okay?” she yelled before leaving the apartment.

“We will!” they all yelled back in unison, taking turns on their Xbox in the living room.
“See you later, Ma, these kids know better than to try me, 'cause I'll beat'em!” Bright teased, yelling out of the kitchen window to her mother as she was getting in her car. Rosette backed out of her parking stall laughing. “You better be nice to my babies, Queen Bee,” she said as she drove away.
After a shower, Bright told her sisters and brother to stay inside and play the Xbox until she got back, and that she would bring their favorite treats backs from the liquor store.
“Can we eat dinner if you’re not back by five?” Deja, the next oldest in line, asked.
“Yeah, and make sure they don't get in any trouble too, Deja. You’re the next oldest, so I'm depending on you to have my back and watch theirs,” she told Deja, and then passed her a ten dollar bill.
“I'm on it, big sis!” Deja, smiled, assuring Bright.
“I'm depending on you, Deja. I'ma make a quick run with Larry, then we'll be outside sitting in his car, so don't y'all try to pull off no slick stuff, either,” Bright said, walking out the door.
Sitting in Larry's freshly painted Mustang after grabbing strawberry-banana smoothies from Jamba Juice, Larry and Bright were caught up sharing a juicy tongue kiss when Bright noticed Terrence rolling up her street. She hadn't seen or called him in a couple of days, so she was sure he was looking for her.
Fuck,
Bright thought,
this nigga can't be popping up on me like this, I should have asked him to buy me a fucking cell phone to avoid all of this.
Feeling as if she was about to piss on herself, Bright dropped down in her seat and yelled for Larry to go. She was hoping and praying that Terrence hadn't seen her.
Larry sped off then yelled, “Why the fuck am I speeding off for, and why are you hiding, Bright?” Larry kept an eye on his rearview mirror and on his surroundings. “What the fuck is goin on, Bright?” he asked,
growing frustrated.
After thinking up a quick lie Bright blurted out, “My Uncle just drove up the street, Larry, and if he sees me with a guy, he gone be tripping big time,” she said nervously as she peeked over her seat to see if Terrence was following them. The last thing she wanted was for Terrence to bust her out and put her on blast. If Larry found out what she was up to, she knew she would lose him for good. “Is he coming this way? Did he see us, Larry?” Bright asked.
“Who dude in the Escalade on them twenty six inch rims?”
Larry asked her.
“Yeah him, is he following us?” she quickly asked.
“Naw, he kept going straight. Now get up, Bright,” Larry said, giving her a ridiculous look. “You got me thinking we about to get sprayed or something.” Larry paused for a second to figure out what direction he was going to turn, then he turned right on Butler street. “If that's yo Uncle, Bright, why didn't he park and go inside instead of just driving by?” he asked suspiciously.
“I have no idea why he didn't stop, Larry, I thought maybe he seen us,” Bright said, making sure Terrence was clear out of sight. “But it’s not unusual for my uncle to check on us while my mother’s at work, he does it all the time,” Bright said getting back into her comfort zone.
“I can understand your uncle's position, Bright, fly ass niece like ya self, he probably wants to make sure dudes ain't just all over you,” Larry laughed. “But me and Unc gone have to meet, moms like me, so I'm sure she'll put a good word in for me. I'm a reputable kind of guy,” Larry teased.
“You don't know my uncle, Larry, he's crazy! He still gives my mother a hard time about dating, and he definitely doesn't want me seeing any guys right now,” Bright said convincingly, nodding her head. “He just wants me to focus on school and worry about boys later.”
“Well, after we get married it's gone be all good, I'll be part of the family...you know what I mean?” Larry said proudly,“Yes baby, just me, you, and our babies,” she fantasized. “But until then, we're gonna have to be careful, because that fool rolls around with a pistol,” Bright said, hoping to pump fear in Larry's heart.
Uncomfortable with the idea of going back to her house and chancing another run-in with Terrence, Bright talked Larry into going to his house, since his mother wasn't scheduled to get home until nine p.m. inside; they fooled around and made love for hours. When they finally came up for air, it was close to five p.m. “You want something to eat?” Larry asked. “I could make us some burgers or something,” he said after he stepped out the bathroom, drying his hands off on a paper towel.
“No,” Bright moaned. “I just wanna lie in your arms for a little while longer and look in your eyes,” Bright said, wanting to feel the comfort of being in Larry's arms again. When she was in his arms, she felt whole and complete.
“Larry laughed, “That’s funny, I was just thinking of doing the same thing.” Larry swept Bright off of her feet, then laid her back in his bed, and held her tight in his arms. Bright was his boo, and he had very strong feelings for her.
“I love you so much, Larry Lane,” Bright said, looking deep into his eyes.
“And I love you too, Bright Lane,” Larry replied. Then, after a passionate kiss, the two got lost in deep conversation.