Tampa Black: Part ! (6 page)

Walking up to the crowd Carlos noticed a sexy redbone twerking on the back of a brand new candy apple red Dodge Ram. As Carlos stared in amazement, an equally thick and attractive brown skinned Mia Long looking sister stepped up beside him and smiled. Her voice was like velvet when she spoke, and the heart of one of the coldest hustlers ever, melted as soon as the first word fell from her lips.

“Hi, how are you doing? My name is Candice…”

Looking down at the young attractive specimen, Carlos admired her beauty, but what stood out the most was her class.

“How are you doing Candice? My name is Carlos. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”

As the evening went on, Carlos and Candice hit it off well. Deciding to take a stroll on the beach to get away from the noise, the two shared old personal memories of themselves that brought them closer together. The two new companions now felt more like old lovers.

As Carlos and Candice sat in the sand looking out at the tide rolling in, Carlos was just about to get his first kiss of the evening when his phone rang interrupting the vibe. Seeing that it was Smoke, Carlos answered with a sigh,

“Yo what up dawg?”

Smoke instantly began to laugh when he heard the frustration in his cousin’s voice.

“Damn nigga, you must be in some pussy or something?”

Speaking in code, Carlos confirmed his intentions.

              “Not exactly, but I’m on my way, what up?”

Wasting no more time, Smoke told Carlos what the business was.

“Look dawg, you remember the thick Dominican chick I met?”

Patronizing his cousin, Carlos said

“Yeah.”

“Well she just hit me so we’re going to head back to the room, and see what we can get into ya dig?”

Hearing that his cousin was on a mission, Carlos smiled,

“alright, one little nigga.”

Closing his phone, Carlos got back to his kiss as him and Candice explored each other a little more deeply…

Stepping into the lavish suite, both Smoke and Tina were past tipsy.  As Smoke watched Tina’s soft round behind jiggle while she walked across the plush carpet, his manhood began to stiffen. Locking the door behind him, he took off his shirt revealing his chiseled physique before making his way to the king sized bed where Tina now lie.

As Smoke gave the voice commanded to the stereo system, R. Kelly classic 12 play began to pour through the room like a gentle wave. Laying back on the bed, Tina straddled Smoke, softly kissing and sucking on every inch of his upper body while unbuckling his pants, and pulling them off exposing his manhood at full mass.

Gently stroking his manhood, Tina slid the head of his falice into her mouth as her tongue made circles around it’s tip, tempting it to prematurely ejaculate. Knowing that if he didn’t take control of their exchange he would go out bad, Smoke pulled off Tina’s summer dress; and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had no panties on.

Laying her on her back, Smoke’s lips consumed her nipples as she gasped in pleasure.  Kissing a trail down to her love hole, Smoke ate Tina’s hairless dessert like it was his last meal causing her to cum as her juices gushed down his throat. Turning her over while putting her up on all fours, he entered her in deep long strokes almost as if he was punishing her for being so attractive. As Smoke beat Tina’s pussy with no mercy, she squirted Cumming all over his long shaft. Pushing himself deeper inside of her sweet walls, he felt himself about to explode. At the very least moment, he found the will to pull out while skeeting his semen all over her ass cheeks.

Rolling over, Smoke closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep like a baby; as Tina lay with her head on his chest rubbing his stomach. His snores were like a round of applause for her performance, so she smiled slyly knowing that her plan had worked. When Smoke woke up the next morning, his head was beating like a marching band. Reaching out to feel Tina’s body, he was dumbfounded to find the bed vacant. Getting up to check the bedroom and the balcony, he noticed the door to the miniature safe in his wall in which he had a small stash was now open, and empty… Taking a closer look around the room, Smoke noticed that his jewelry was also missing.

As anger flooded his veins, Smoke grabbed his pistol off of the night stand next to the bed and cocked it only to find that the clip was missing;

“Damn, this trifling ass bitch even stole my muthafucking clip. What kind of shit is this?”

Running to the balcony to see if there was any sign of Tina leaving was a waste of time. All he could do now was charge his loss to the game until he saw her again.

“Dirty Bitch …”

Feeling defeated, Smoke sat down on a recliner and fired up his last blunt allowing his nerves to settle. He had just got touched for over twenty grand in cash and jewelry. All he could think about was what Trion had always told him about suckers.

“Slippers Count…”

CHAPTER 8

MCFALLEN PARK

Easter Sunday was a big event for the residence of West Tampa’s housing projects for two reasons. One, it was a holiday; and two it was the birthday of West Tampa’s favorite candy lady Ms. Easter Henderson. At 83 years old, Ms. Easter or momma as everybody who knew her called her was the oldest resident in the projects. Momma had been around since the Cubans ran Main street back in the 40’s, and had helped raise the majority of the young men and woman in attendance today. Everybody loved momma, especially Trion. She was like a second mother to him since birth, so today was a time for celebration.

Pulling up in the overcrowded parking lot of Mcfallen Park, Trion and Tasha stepped out of his Rang Rover glowing like two angels as they emerged into the beautiful spring air dressed in all white. You could smell the bar-b-q in the air from a mile away as Trion and Tasha made their way closer to the festivities. There were warm smiles and laughter in the air as the D.J played Earth, Wind and Fire’s throwback hit “Happy Feelings.”

Passing by the horse shoe pit, there were two old men talking trash about their game, oblivious to their surroundings. Under one of the gazeebo’s there was an intense poker game under way, as young jits ran back and forth running errands for spare dollars from gamblers.  Trion remembered being their age running the same errands. Finally finding the birthday girl, Trion and Tasha joined the large crowd that was surrounding momma under the packed gazeebo on the hill overlooking the park. Besides the music playing in the distance, not even a pin drop could be heard as momma shared with the crowd what Trion called, “The Gift.”

As momma spoke, it was as if an angel had descended to Earth from the right hand of God himself, momma was sharing ages of wisdom like precious jewels with those who were patient enough to listen.

Although she was polite, momma’s soft voice commanded the air like a trumpet of truth…

“Children, love is God’s greatest gift to his people, so don’t waste your time on hating each other. Learn to forgive and move on, because both good and bad times are promised but neither one is permanent …”

As momma’s words penetrated the hearts of the crowd, it was as if their spirits were being cleansed by God’s own hands.

Finally, the crowd began to disperse, so Trion and Tasha made their way to where momma sat. Reaching down to hug mommas small frame, chills ran through Trion as he kissed her on the check.

“Hey momma, happy birthday.”

Happy to see him, momma smiled,

“hey baby. I see you made it to the party. Who is this young lady that you brought with you?”

Slightly blushing from being put on the spot, Tasha stepped forward and gave momma a hug.

              “Hey momma, my name is Tasha.”

As momma looked into Tasha’s eyes, it was almost as if she could read her soul. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, Tasha didn’t flinch.

“Tasha … Aint you Cent’s daughter?”

Momma asked examining Tasha’s facial features.

“Yes ma’am, I am how did you know?”

Momma began to laugh softly as she answered,

“child, I done changed half of West Tampa’s pampers, including yours. You must be the reason why I keep dreaming about fish lately?”

Hearing this revelation, Tasha looked at Trion with dumb-founded expression before speaking,

“Excuse me ma’am? I don’t understand what you mean?”

Giving Tasha a knowing look, she examined her further before responding.

“Child your face is glowing like a light bulb, and God don’t make no mistakes. Cherish the life that’s growing inside of you. There is going to be a time when you’re going to need him as much as he needs you …”

A look of amazement consumed Trion’s features as he looked down at Tasha’s stomach realizing what momma had just revealed to them. Up until this point, Tasha hadn’t experienced any signs of morning sickness or anything, but for some reason, deep inside they both knew that she was speaking the truth. They could feel it…

As the evening came bringing an orange hue, Tasha was lost in thought as she watched the children running around playing tag and enjoying themselves. It was at that moment when she began to wonder if her and Trion would ever find their happily ever after. The streets of Tampa had claimed many lives, but only time would tell if they would beat the statistics, or become one of them.

Giving momma a ride home, Trion pulled into the projects just after sunset only to find that a block party was in full swing. Luxury whips and tricked out old school rides filled the streets, as radio systems competed to be heard over the madness…

Dropping momma off making sure she got inside safe, Trion decided to stop by his Aunt Pam’s house before taking Tasha home for the evening. Pulling up in the driveway, Trion saw a few of his Aunts and Uncles standing outside with a few friends of the family; so he introduced Tasha. Immediately Trion could tell that something was wrong, but no one’s lips seemed to want to reveal their secret. At that point Trion knew what no one would tell, his Aunt Pam and her alcoholic boyfriend of thirty years Tony were at it again; like an old Tina Turner song

“What’s Love Got to Do with It…”

Although Trion wanted to go inside and break them up, he knew better. Getting in the middle of their domestic dispute would only make him the enemy, so he decided to stay outside until things calmed down. After about ten minutes of curse words and broken glass, things got deathly silent. The silence was surreal like the uncanny calm before the storm. Just as everyone began to relax, they heard Pam screams,

“Oh my God, he got a gun!”

Rushing through the front door, Trion paused at what he saw. Tony was standing in the middle of the living room sweating and shaking as he pressed the barrel of his revolver tightly against his temple.

As tears began to fill his eyes and fall, everyone was transfixed in the moment, trying to anticipate Tony’s next move. The answer to that question would come soon enough. Looking into Pam’s eyes, Tony’s lips began to tremble as he spoke,

“girl I love you… How you gone say you don’t want me no more after all these years?”

Terrified and not wanting to say the thing that may set him off, Pam tried to re-assure him

“I love you Tony, but baby you need help. Look at what you’re doing!”

Placing her trembling hands over her mouth, she struggled to contain her sobs.

“Tony baby please don’t do this…”

As Tony closed his eyes, it was too late for reason. Everything began to move in slow motion as he detached himself from the moment. As the hammer on the revolver slammed shut, the old fire arm roared to life sending chunks of Tony’s brain matter flying out of the other side of his head. Captured in the gravity of the moment, nobody moved until Pam ran to Tony’s side, falling to her knees crying and begging him to wake up.

When the ambulance finally arrived, they strapped Tony to a stretcher and began to try to stabilize him. Hooking him up to the heart monitor, the paramedics noted that his vitals were fading fast, so they did everything in their power to keep him alive. Losing the battle, Tony’s heart beat flat lined several times. Saving his life would be an uphill battle, but the odds were that he had seen his last days on Earth…

CHAPTER 9