Chapter 2 #2
“What?” I tittered, while gazing at my reflection in the sun visor mirror.
I mean…yes, I paid attention to detail. My silk pressed hair was burgundy, had layers, was healthy, had body, extended past the middle of my back and matched perfectly with my burgundy tinted brows.
My lash extensions were done to perfection.
My gold stiletto shaped nails were on a lot of girls’ vision boards.
I was rocking a yellow and red cropped custom Letterman jacket, along with a pair of matching custom Jordan’s.
My distressed jeans were skin tight, while I had a racer-back tee tied up in the front.
I was definitely on point, although I was going nowhere in particular.
Because my mama had instilled fashion sense in me as a child…
and I was now anal about my appearance. But that didn’t mean that I was interested enough in fashion to make it a career.
“Come on, girl. You know why I said what I said.”
“Not really. But I guess it’s a good thing that I know how to put that shit on. Especially since I’m Ms. Piggy. So, I might be fat, but I be dressing.”
He chuckled. “You petty for that one.”
I whipped my head around, when he didn’t try to take it back. “So, you really think that I’m fat?”
He locked eyes with me. “And what if I do?”
“And what if I told you that I saw your mama on Facebook and she’s fat?”
Once again, he shrugged. “She is.”
Tarin exploded with laughter. “I’m sorry, y’all. This is too funny. Y’all are really arguing like siblings.”
I sucked my teeth. “Girl, please. That goofy looking nigga ain’t no brother of mine.”
He smirked. “You sure? Cause you love to eat, just like my mama.”
Breeze
“Aye, your daddy’s at work, right?” Harlem questioned, as we stepped into the house.
He’d pulled up in the driveway, right after me, and followed me inside. The nigga hadn’t even mentioned coming over, after I’d just been kicking it with him after practice.
“Yeah, that nigga is at work. But he’ll be home in a couple of hours,” I let him know.
“Cool, cool.” He rubbed his hands together. “That means that I got time.”
I glanced at him, as we stepped into the living room. “You sound kinda hard up, nigga. Let me find out.” I crashed onto the couch.
“Shit, I am,” he shamelessly admitted. “It’s been weeks now.”
I shook my head, realizing that it had been weeks since I’d fucked something too.
We’d now been living with Array and Summer for about three weeks, and I had yet to have company there. Plus, I hadn’t pulled up at none of my lil’ dips’ spots, and I was well overdue.
In Harlem and Summer’s case, I think that they just hadn’t lucked upon some alone time. Either my pops or her mama had been home, whenever he’d stopped by, so he’d done no more than kick it in the living room with her.
“Hey, you made it,” Summer sang, as she sauntered into the living room, clad in a Nike sports bra, and tiny biker shorts.
Seeing her in that outfit made my dick rock up, instantly. Summer was super thick. Grown woman thick. With thick, tight thunder thighs. Hips. With a fat, ghetto booty. She was definitely bigger than the average high school girl, but was fine with it.
Honestly, Summer had the type of body that a nigga probably really wouldn’t have appreciated back in middle school.
Because it wasn’t how the typical young girl was built.
She had a feminine six pack, so it was clear that she was in shape, but she was also voluptuous, with muscular thighs, and an ass round like a basketball.
And all that body made her seem so grown.
The childish part of me wouldn’t admit that she was fine, especially when I could still remember how I tried to flirt with her when I first transferred to the school.
I asked for her IG, and she just rolled her eyes, like a nigga was stupid or something.
And I’d been having this silent beef with her ever since.
Harlem had been with her for a few months, and I tried my best to see her as purely my boy’s girl.
Or even my damn step-sister now. Whatever it took for me to stop jacking off to the pictures I had of her in a two-piece swimsuit.
But nothing had worked, thus far. Just thankfully I had some self-control and didn’t act on my impulses.
“Yeah, I made it.” Harlem smiled, as he pulled her into his arms, and clutched her ass. “Mmm, I missed you.” He kissed her lips.
Furrowing a brow, I sat back watching them in action. At school they were never this open, so I had never seen them get this physical…and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
“Say, y’all need to go to the room with all that shit,” I spoke up.
“Right.” She finally pulled back. “Come on.” She grabbed his hand, guiding him upstairs.
Summer
“Wait. Slow down.” I placed a hand on Harlem’s chest.
“I can’t,” he strained, as a vein stretched across his forehead.
Laying on my back, with this 6’5, light brown skinned, cut physique having, long dread wearing, gentle facial features, team captain of a guy between my legs, who couldn’t last for more than three minutes. I was beyond irritated.
“Damn,” Harlem mumbled, as he collapsed on top of me, and kissed my lips. “That was good, bae.”
Laying there, I stared at the ceiling, wondering if the sex was ever going to get better.
I had been with Harlem since the summer before school restarted this year. He’d been chasing me for years and I finally gave in. Then after having several late nights on the phone and some passionate make-out sessions, we decided that we’d be together.
Up until deciding to be with him, I had never dated a boy in my area. My mama was from the hood, and most of her immediate family still resided there. So, I considered myself hood adjacent and found myself wildly attracted to the guys with some street in them.
I lowkey liked flirting with danger, and called myself falling for a thug. However, that thug life proved too much for me, after we were robbed at gunpoint by some jack boys. That incident immediately sobered me, and I walked away from that relationship, never looking back.
So, dealing with someone like Harlem had been a first for me. It was different. Cute even.
He came from a good family. His parents were still married, they had a big house in the next subdivision, down the road.
I’d known him since middle school and had watched his transformation.
He had always been tall, but was on the goofy side, initially.
However, by the tenth grade, he’d found his swag, and the girls took notice.
By the time I’d decided to entertain him, he’d dated several other girls from school and had behaved respectfully. So, there were nothing but green flags.
I honestly recognized that there was a toxic side of me that loved a little chaos, and told myself that I needed something different. And Harlem was perfect for that. He was different. In the sweetest ways. Now, what I wasn’t expecting was for him to be completely sexually inexperienced.
One day, while we were chilling in my room, I literally took it there. Unzipped his jeans, pulled his dick out, jacked him off, before hopping on it. Never did I realize that I was taking his virginity at the time.
Once I realized that he really didn’t know how to fuck me back, I asked questions. That’s when he dropped that bomb on me. I was shocked to learn that I’d introduced him to sex. Honored too.
But after a while…my patience was running thin.
I had been determined to teach him. He always wanted it.
But was a slow learner. His dick was a nice size.
I could definitely ride it to get myself off…
but he could never last long enough in the pussy.
It was frustrating. Meanwhile, he thought that he was in love, because I was the first piece of pussy he’d ever had.
Now, although I wasn’t fully satisfied, I think that I stayed because I appreciated his obsession with me, outside of the bedroom.
Harlem was a great boyfriend. He bought me things. His communication was consistent. He never fronted for his boys. And he was very vocal about his adoration for me. So, I told myself that we could work on the sexual part.
Because he was worth holding on to.
“Harlem,” I sighed, as he laid between my legs. “You at least gotta make me cum.”
“I want to, bae.” He kissed me again. “But I gotta go. I just made a pit stop over here, but I have to go pick my sister up from the YMCA. My parents both had something to do, so it’s my responsibility today.”
Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes, knowing that something had to give. “Look, whatever.”