Page 38 of Big Booty

“If I ever need you to handle somethin’ for me, that you handle it.”

“No worries. Anything you want or need, ma. I got you.”

He pulls me into his arms and I smile, snugglin’ against him.

Exactly what I thought!

Thirteen

It’s three A.M. when I pull into my driveway, well-fucked and exhausted. Buddha gave me what I needed. Some young, hard dick and a good deep fuckin’! And now I’m ready to hit the sheets and sleep like a baby. The front door opens, and Darius walks out as I am climbin’ outta my truck.

“I hope you had a good time,” he says, eyein’ me. He says this with attitude, but I don’t pay the shit no mind. I’m in too good of a mood to set it off on his ass. “The bar closed two hours ago.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“I’m just sayin’ . . . you know I gotta go home now and hear Shenille’s mouth the rest of the night if she hasn’t locked me out.” Shenille’s his ghetto-ass, live-in baby momma who I can’t stand. The bitch tries to control Darius and uses their son as bait to keep him with her. Desperate-ass hoes like that bitch make me sick.

I pull in my bottom lip and think before I scream on him. One for puttin’ up with a bitch who keeps lockin’ him out of a spot he pays all the bills at. And, two, for questionin’ me like he’s my goddamn man! I decide to give him a pass.

“It’s late as hell and I ain’t beat to be up beefin’ wit’ her ass. I gotta open the shop mad early in the mornin’.”

Darius and two of his friends from the projects opened a barber-shop, Gutter Cuts, over in Irvington last year and it’s been goin’ really good for them. But for a hot minute, I was kinda worried his ass was gonna end up being a damn bum-ass niggah like his fahver—Baby Daddy Number One, in and outta prison. When he was fifteen and sixteen, his ass stayed in trouble with the police. And when his ass got sent down to Jamesburg for eighteen months, I just knew he was gonna come back out and keep doin’ dumb shit until he ended up somewhere doin’ football numbers. But so far he’s done me real proud, with his sexy, chocolate, broad-shouldered self. Like Jah’Mel, he’s tall like his fahver and has his dark skin tone and dimpled chin, but he has my round brown eyes, nose and mouth. All eight of my baby daddies are at least six feet tall and packin’ over eight inches of dick. Well, except Day’Asia’s sorry-ass fahver. And I already told you about his ass. Anyway, speakin’ of these baby daddies, Darius’ and Jah’Mel’s fahver, Cecil—well in the streets niggahs called ’im Trigger because he loved poppin’ off guns and pistol-whippin’ anyone who crossed ’im—was my first real fuck. I was twelve. He was all of sixteen.

Yeah, I had

let boys at school play with my titties and grind up on my ass. And I had even jacked off a few cocks. But to actually have my pussy pulled apart and stretched to the seams by a hard, thick dingaling was all new to me, thanks to Trigger. He sucked on my young tender titties, licked my swollen pussy, and showed me what sex was all about. Trigger mighta been sixteen, but he was goin’ on damn near thirty—the streets can do that to you—and had fucked a lot of older bitches who loved young cock so he was real experienced in the sheets. He taught me how to suck a dick; taught me how to take a dick; taught me different positions. Then the niggah taught me that good dick don’t mean shit if the niggah it’s attached to ain’t shit. Still, he had me wide open. I didn’t give a shit about anything. All I wanted was Trigger and his dick. It didn’t matter that I’d get my ass whooped with extension cords every time I cut school or snuck outta the house to be with him. He made my pussy feel good. He made me feel wanted. And that’s all I cared about.

Three months later, I was knocked up with Darius. And he was locked up on aggravated assault charges. Six months later, he got released from juvenile justice and I was right back with him, legs up over his shoulders, bein’ fucked down into his twin mattress. And two days after my fifteenth birthday, I gave birth to Jah’Mel and Trigger’s ass was bein’ sentenced to five years in prison for gun-related charges.

A few months later, Beulah tossed me out on the streets. From that moment on, I was too busy tryna figure out how I was gonna manage with two damn kids to give any more thought about a niggah named Trigger and his super-sized dick. No, a bitch had babies to feed, and I needed to do whatever I had to.

I sigh, reachin’ out and strokin’ the side of his face. “Darius, I love you, boo. Thanks for watchin’ the kids for me. Now go on home to that crazy bitch of yours before I go the fuck off on you. And if she does happen to lock you out, just bring ya black ass back here and go to sleep. You know you always have a place to stay if that ghetto, hoodrat bitch tosses you out. Now good night! I’m goin’ to bed.”

And instead of goin’ upside his head, I kiss him on the cheek.

“Good night,” he mumbles in back of me as he heads to his Lexus. I throw my hand up and head for the door. Darius might talk shit, but he always comes through for me, even if I have to threaten his black ass. Well, also because he knows I have no problem jumpin’ up on his goddamn ass and punchin’ him up if need be. And dare him to raise a hand to me.

Once I am in the house, I lock the door, set the alarm, then take my ass into my bedroom and strip outta my clothes. I take a nice long shower, dry off, lotion my body in some smell goods, then step into a silk teddy. I might sleep alone, but I’ll be damned if I’m not smellin’ good and sleepin’ in somethin’ sexy every night.

My cell pings as I climb into bed. It’s a text from Buddha wanting to make sure I got home safe. I text him back, lettin’ him know I did, then close my eyes and replay my night with him over in my mind until my pussy starts to tingle as I pinch a nipple. I work out a sweet, sticky nut, slippin’ my fore and middle fingers into my ass while using my my other hand and fingers to play with my clit and pussy. It doesn’t take long before I nut all over my fingers, then pull both sets of fingers out of my pussy and ass, and lick them clean. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Six a.m., I am up racin’ around the house tryna get these kids up and ready for school. Luckily, today is one of those days where I ain’t gotta do a buncha cussin’ and hollerin’ and threatenin’ them. Everyone gets up and does what they’re supposed to without me havin’ to turn up the ghetto switch.

By seven, Marquelle, Day’Asia, and Joshua are already at their bus stop waitin’ to get picked up. Elijah and Isaiah are playin’ PS3 until it’s time for them to leave. And the twins are sittin’ at the kitchen table eatin’ their breakfast.

I narrow my eyes, starin’ at them. This shit is too damn good to be true. Now I start wonderin’ if they plan on killin’ me in my sleep tonight. Mmmph. I better lock my bedroom door tonight and sleep with my gun under the pillow.

At eight-thirty, the twins have gotten on the bus and I have the whole house to myself. I decide to shower, dress, then head on down to the salon to get me a mani and pedi. Shit, sugah-boo, you never know when a niggah’s gonna wanna suck on these fingers and toes so you gotta always stay on point.

“Heeeeey, girl,” Miss FeFe sings out as soon as I walk through the door. Ooh, chile, Nappy No More is hot ’n poppin’ this mornin’. They must be runnin’ some kinda special for all these bitches to be up in here on a Wednesday.

“Miss FeFe,” I say, liftin’ my Chanels up over my eyes and restin’ them up on my head. I have my weave pulled back into one long braid hangin’ down my back. You can’t tell me shit! I pop my ass over to the counter. “What is goin’ on up in here today, sugah-boo? Y’all givin’ out free milk and cheese today?”

She laughs, wavin’ me on. “Girl, we started back our Nappy on the Go specials—a mani/pedi, full-body massage, facial, and hair—again, so it’s been packed for the last two days.”

“Oooh, I know that’s right. Y’all shuttin’ shit down. Got the block hot, boo.”

“You want me to pencil you in for a special? Pasha doesn’t have an openin’ for another two hours, but by the time you finish gettin’ the works she’d be ready for you.”

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