Crackhead (6 page)

“They ain't shit,” Tonette said, getting halfway up off the couch. She reached out and gave Shaunna a high-five.

“Most of these niggas ain't worth the sperm it took to get 'em here,” Monique added. “It's all well and good when they're cracking for the pussy, but when a sista asks for some cheddar, they start acting all crazy.”

“But at the end of the day,” Tonette said in all seriousness, “we the ones fuckin'
loco
. We crazy for lettin' them fools get away with it. Them niggas ain't gon' do no more than we allow them to.”

“They still triflin',” Monique said, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, but some of them make up for it in other ways,” Crystal said, winking with a sly grin on her face.

Tonette sighed. “There you go thinking with that stankin' pussy of yours again,” she said, faking disgust. “Bitch, your whole life is a nonstop fuck fest. I don't even know why you call Dink your man. Everybody know you ain't no one-nigga ho.”

“Tonette, you need to quit frontin', actin' like you some goddamn Virgin Mary or some shit,” Crystal retorted. “Your pussy is just as raggedy as the rest of ours.” Monique and Shaunna snickered. “It ain't my fault that the sorry-ass niggas y'all fuck wit' ain't puttin' it down,” Crystal said, adjusting her name belt. “No, Dink ain't the best dick I ever had, but he's my man and he pleases
me every time.” Crystal was pretty, dressed to def, and had a subtle sexiness in her tall, slender frame. She was daring—wore ripped-up jeans with bright-colored biking shorts underneath and “Yo Baby, Yo Baby, Yo” T-shirts that hung off her smooth shoulders. Her caramel complexion was complimented by the bright blond streaks and asymmetrical mushroom haircut she fashioned after her favorite girl rap group, Salt-N-Pepa.

“Please,” Shaunna said, snaking her neck. “My son's father had that good wood, but that don't mean his ass is off the hook financially. Like homeboy said in that movie, ‘
fuck you, pay me.
”

All the girls fell out laughing at Shaunna's crazy ass. Shaunna was the oddball of the posse. She was always saying or doing something that would make people ask, “What the fuck?”

“Dink ain't the biggest baller, but his pockets stay laced. You hoes can pop all the shit y'all want to,” Crystal said, folding her arms. “A nigga wit' deep pockets is worth his weight, but a nigga wit' a deep stroke is priceless.”

“Let you tell it,” Laci mumbled in disagreement. Who was she to talk? She was the last virgin in her senior class, and she'd never even used a tampon before. If Laci's parents had taught her anything at all, it was to respect herself, and more importantly, her body. Being the good girl she was, she listened to their words.

“I'm wit' cha on that one, Laci,” Monique said. “I can't see no dick being worth more than money.”

“That's because you ain't had the right dick,” Crystal stated. “I can remember this one dude.” She began fanning her private area. “Mercy, mercy me!”

“Shit, don't stop there,” Tonette said, turned on by all the dirty talk. “Do tell.”

“Go 'head wit' that,” Crystal blushed. “Don't nobody wanna hear my story.”

“Bullshit,” Shaunna said, sitting up to pay attention. “Go ahead, Crystal. Tell us about this so-called stud of yours.”

“Yeah,” Monique added. “Shit, now I wanna hear about it too.”

By now, all of the girls, with the exception of Laci, were on the edge of their wet seats in anticipation of Crystal's sex tale.

“All of y'all nasty,” Laci giggled.

“Bitch, please,” Shaunna said, sucking her teeth. “You probably got more fuck stories than any of us, wit' yo' prep-school ass.”

Shaunna couldn't have been any farther from the truth. Laci was as fresh as a cherry on the vine. As a matter of fact, hers had never even come close to being picked.

“I do not,” Laci said defensively.

“Don't even front, ho,” Monique said, twisting up her lips. “Come on, tell the truth, Laci. You a closet freak, ain't you, ma? Come on, girl. I know you be around all them young rich white yuppies at your mother's country club.”

Laci gave Monique a blank stare. “Whatever,” she said, not feeding into Monique's trap. She knew that Monique just wanted to provoke her into saying something, even if it was a lie, but she wasn't falling for it.

“So, what up, Crystal?” Tonette said, eagerly getting back to the subject. “Ain't nobody forgot about your ass. Get to tellin' the story, you little tramp.”

“Damn,” Crystal said with a smirk. “You all up in my mix.” She paused, and a mischievous grin covered her face. “Okay, already. I'll tell the story since y'all ain't gon' let a ho be.”

What started out as a boring Saturday night was about to turn into a XXX-rated girl talk session. While Crystal prepared to start, each girl was thinking of what pornographic tale she wanted to share herself.

“And we want full explicit details,” Shaunna said, rubbing her
stomach. She always enjoyed Crystal's fuck stories, and Crystal enjoyed fucking in order to provide them. Crystal had plenty of them to satisfy Shaunna's appetite. The other girls enjoyed Crystal's sex tales as well, but Shaunna was one of those chicks who really got off on listening to other people's sexual encounters. There was no shame in her game when it came to the flesh. The stories were inspirational and motivational, giving her ideas and perhaps a few tips when it came to her own sexual encounters. The song “Freaks Come Out at Night” by Whodini seemed to be about Shaunna. She would swing episodes with men, women, or both at the same time depending on her mood.

“Aiight, aiight,” Crystal began to confess. “His name was Maurice.”

“Maurice!” everyone yelled in unison.

“Maurice? What kind of name is that?” Monique asked. “I thought you was gonna say something like Chico or Man or something.”

“You know,” Shaunna said, “I'm trying to hear some thug passion. He ain't have no street name?”

“Shhh. Just let her tell her story,” Tonette ordered.

“Yeah,” Laci added, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to be interested in such conversations.

“Now, if there are no further interruptions,” Crystal continued, clearing her throat. “I hadn't seen Maurice in a while when I ran into him at the store. I was in the back getting a soda and I see him knelt down reaching for a Colt .45. My pussy got wet at just the sight of him. He and I had kicked it a few times, but the last time I'd kicked it with him and we were about to fuck, his pager went off. He jumped up and said that he had to go take care of some urgent business. He was pissed, 'cause he had eaten my pussy out and was about to get his payback. But anyway, the
next time we bumped heads we were still feeling each other. The fact that we only got to see each other in spurts only made it worse. See, Maurice was married.”

“Crystal, you messed with a married man?” Laci asked, shocked.

“Damn right,” Crystal answered. “I looked at his dick and it didn't have nobody's name on it so I said fuck it. Then that's exactly what I did.”

“You know,” Monique said, reaching over and giving Crystal five on the black-hand side.

“Besides,” Crystal said, “it wasn't my fault that his wife's shit wasn't tight. Plus, Maurice had that good dick. That's why I was just as pissed off as he was that we didn't get to finish up where we had left off. I knew how good that nigga could handle his little dude, or should I say big dude. G-i-r-r-r-l, I had lust in my eyes and larceny in my heart. The two of us were horny just thinkin' 'bout it. We didn't even waste time trying to find a hotel.”

“You didn't fuck him in the store?” Shaunna's mouth dropped open.

“Girl, no,” Crystal said. “Not that I wouldn't have. That nigga could have slammed me up against the cooler door and fucked the shit out of me, leaving my ass prints on the glass for days.”

“I heard that shit,” Monique said, crossing her legs, trying to hide the throbbing in the crotch of her pants.

“He drove over to the abandoned houses on 225th,” Crystal continued with a smile on her face as she reminisced about her and Maurice handling their business in broad daylight behind a boarded-up tenement building. “That nigga massaged my pussy the whole way there. The bulge in his pants was rock hard. Now I know why niggas startin' to bust sags with they jeans.” Crystal wiggled her ass into a more comfortable position as she continued.
“Once we parked, he got a blanket from the back of his Jeep and led me over to an old mattress. Maurice laid the blanket out, sat on it, and pulled me down next to him.” Crystal paused to fan herself with her hand.

“Come on, bitch,” Tonette said playfully, “finish the damn story already.”

“You know,” Shaunna said, sighing, “I don't know about any of y'all, but this shit is making me . . . oooh!” Shaunna moaned and rubbed her inner thighs. Every time the girls talked about sex, Shaunna would get excited. On a couple of occasions, she actually slid her hand down inside her panties and took care of herself with them all sitting right there.

“How you over there horny with your pregnant self?” Laci asked jokingly.

“Girl, pregnant chicks like to fuck too.” Shaunna shot them an
“I thought you knew”
look. “Pregnant pussy is the best. This shit be ripe.”

“Let her finish,” Monique said, putting her index finger over her lips. Everyone drew their attention back to Crystal.

“I was wearing my purple denim dress, and lifted it up above my hips. Maurice got on top, spread my legs, and pushed my panties to the side. That nigga didn't waste time trying to taste it first. I was so wet that you could hear my pussy talking to him when he touched it with the tip of his dick. The tip alone damn near plugged me up. I kid you not when I say homeboy was packin'. His daddy had to be a horse,” Crystal said, not realizing that she was squirming. “I wanted to just fuckin' melt when he started teasing me with the head. He took it easy at first. He knew he was packin', and he had probably beaten up many a pussy. Then he plunged that monster shit as far as it could go. That nigga's dick almost split me clear to my ass.”

“I know that hurt,” Shaunna said, remembering the labor of her nine-pound, eight-ounce son.

“I took it all in like a real bitch,” Crystal said proudly. “I squirted so hard that I thought I was going to faint.”

“You lying,” Laci said in disbelief.

“I wish I was, Laci,” Crystal said. “I'm a two-minute sister, please believe it. But unlike a minuteman, I wanted and was good and ready for some more.”

“So did you fuck him again?” Shaunna asked eagerly.

“Hell yeah,” Crystal said, rolling her eyes. “Maurice turned me over onto my stomach, clamped his hands onto my shoulders, and gave me the
ooh, aah daddy long stroke
,” she sang.

“Ooh, aah, daddy long stroke,”
they all sang in unison.

“He was beatin' that pussy up.” Tonette laughed.

“Okay,” Crystal agreed. “He literally fucked tears out of my eyes. When he finally busted a nut, that nigga's dick jerked off inside of me like a loose water hose and he fell out in typical nigga fashion.”

The girls sighed and relaxed their bodies that had been so tense with ecstasy.

“That was aiight,” Shaunna said, fake yawning. “But I don't see the originality of the story.”

“That ain't the end,” Crystal smiled. “That was only the climax—literally. Now I need to bring y'all down slowly off the high.”

“Go ahead then,” Shaunna said anxiously.

“I stood to straighten myself up and noticed that we weren't alone,” Crystal said.

“Oh no,” Laci said, putting her hand over her mouth. “It was his wife, wasn't it?”

“Will you let me tell the damn story, please?” Crystal said,
putting her hands on her hips. “No, it wasn't his wife. Anyway, a car was parked a few feet away. Once I focused my eyes, I realized that it was a fuckin' cracker-ass cop. His ass watched the whole thing.”

“Shit, did he lock y'all up?” Laci asked, now more interested in the cop than the sex.

“He threatened to, but decided to take a trade instead.” Crystal smiled and ran her tongue across her top lip. “I sucked his dick like a porn star, even jerked his shit off on my face. Needless to say, we were let off scot-free!” Crystal wiped her hands as if she had just taken out the trash.

“Crystal, you's a crazy ho,” Tonette said, laughing. “You always set things off right. However, I'm gon' bring it up a notch. I hope y'all ready for this one.”

Pandora's box was wide open.

A
S WAYNE HUFFED
and puffed down the street, he decided that the first thing he would need was a gun, and he knew of only one place where he might be able to cop one. He was in hot pursuit. Something in him had snapped, and he was now swiftly moving toward becoming a killer. He had never felt this way before. He felt as though he'd received a calling, and it was as loud as thunder.

After four hours, Wayne spotted the cat who he'd been scouring the streets for. He was sitting outside on an apartment stoop talking to some kid. He was a slightly older hustler who Wayne had only heard people refer to by some nickname that seemed to have slipped his mind at the moment. Wayne had seen him around the way plenty of times, but he had never held a conversation with him. The guy had just always given him a
“what up”
nod or some dap whenever he crossed his path. Wayne didn't know much about him, but he was the only person who came to mind. As Wayne neared the stoop, he saw the dealer hand the
kid a few dollars and send him on his way. Wayne took a deep breath and mustered up some courage before approaching the dealer.