Raunchy (8 page)

He told me over and over how bad it was to have sex with Constance. How she wasn’t as nasty as me. After I finished giving him a blowjob to die for, I bent over and let him fuck my wet pussy. He was falling deep and I loved it. I loved feeling needed. Out of all the things Uncle Charles told me he was right about sex. It was so much easier to control people, when you had something they wanted. I made sure every time Kreshon left me, that he remembered the difference between me and Constance. I could not be forgotten or mistaken for another bitch when I been fucking all my life.

“I can’t wait, girl.” He said fucking me harder. Even if he was lying, for the minute it felt good to be wanted. “I hate stringing Connie along when I don’t even fuck with her like that. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I said feeling an orgasm coming over me. Whenever a man begged…I mean
really
begged, it was such a fucking turn on. It didn’t take me much longer after that to bust my cum all over his dick. He gripped me tighter and filled my pussy with his nut. And just like that, I was done and so was the fantasy that I would be leaving Jace for him. Besides, right or wrong, Constance was my friend and I wasn’t going to give up our friendship for a public relationship with Kreshon And what about Jace? Naw, he could never have me on a solo tip.

When he was taken care of, I put my clothes on, gave him a kiss on the cheek and rushed to my next rendezvous. I met him in the same place every Friday too, in his car, behind a row shopping center. So when I saw his white van, I got inside and we pulled closer to the trash can. We both looked around to make sure no one was looking and I eased my jeans off.

I hated this question and I hated that he kept asking me. I didn’t know why I was so horny all the time. I didn’t understand why I felt the need to be sexual. I didn’t understand a lot of shit about myself.

“You know what, I gotta go.” I said moving for my jeans.

He laughed and said, “I’m just fuckin’ wit’ you.” Then he took the jeans out of my hand and put them back on the car floor. “I had a long couple of days.”

“What happened?” I said although for real all I wanted was sex.

Unlike Kreshon, Paco loved to tell me about what was going on with Jace and business. I knew more about the business then Jace thought I did.

Paco sighed a little and said, “You and Jace still not talkin’?” He avoided my question.

“No.” I sighed “And he’s not answering my calls. So for real, I don’t even want to talk about him. But what happen with you? Why you out of it?”

He looked at me and said, “Your boy Kali went crazy and did some shit that may get us all late.”

“Like what?”

He looked me over and said, “What you mixed with?”

“What?”

“I said, what you mixed with?”

“Black. I mean…My mother was light-skin and mixed with white but I’m not mixed with too much of nothing I don’t think.” I said rubbing his dick in his jeans. “Why?”

“You look Spanish. Especially your hair and stuff.”

I heard that all the time and my answer was always the same. I was what I was and that was pretty much it.

“So what did Kali do?” I said stroking him to hardness.

He looked at me and I knew he was trying to tell if he could trust me or not.

“He kidnapped a kid…The one that’s been on the news all the time. The one that’s missing from that school.”

“The girl from Nalle?”

“Yeah.”

I knew Kali could be crazy but this was different.

“Trip just told me about that today,” I said. Whenever I mentioned Trip’s name he always got uneasy. I could never tell if they were really feeling each other or not.

“You don’t be talkin’ about me with her do you?”

“Not so much.”

“Look, I don’t want you tellin’ nobody about the shit with Kali either. This is between you and me. Okay?”

“Got it.” I smiled. “So do you wanna keep talkin’ or do what we came to do?”

I climbed in the back seat and let him bang me from the back. My pussy felt so raw and itchy that I started to change my mind. But all I thought about was sex. Sex when I was eating, sex when I went to sleep. Sex when I woke up. So I let myself go and didn’t stop until I came and it felt so fucking good.

When we were done, and he busted off in my pussy too, I had him drop me off at Landover Mall. I was there for two hours and I burned the mall down. I bought five cute shirts, two pairs of Liz Claiborne blue jeans, a new crimping iron and two bottles of hairspray. My hair was soft and long so I had to put extra spray in it to keep the crimps from falling out. I was going to look too cute for the cookout tomorrow even though I was so broke, I didn’t have enough money to catch a cab home. But I hitch-hiked a ride and within fifteen minutes was home.

When I was home I took the bags in the house and hid them from my grandmother. I was going to hit her up for some money too and I didn’t want her to know what I’d gotten from other folks. With my gear in order, now I was going to have to get some money from somebody else for a bottle. The doorknob was in my hand and I was almost out the door when the phone rang. It was Constance.

“Girl, he’s fucking cheating on me! I can’t believe it! I told you I didn’t trust Kreshon’s ass. What I’ma do?” She cried. “He’s gonna dump me!”

“Why do you say that?” I sighed. I wished she hurried the fuck up! I just fucked two niggas back to back and I needed a drink. “Cause you know that ain’t the case. He would never cheat on you, girl.”

“It is true!” She yelled. “Number one he never came to my aunt’s house and when he finally called me later, he said he didn’t have the money for me anymore. I don’t know what to do if we not together.”

I slammed the phone down and shook the call off. I realize I probably sounded insensitive, but if I didn’t get something to drink, I was gonna blow. Plus she was bringing me down and I didn’t need it. Why should I care about her feelings when I had feelings and needs of my own? I needed somebody to want me, all the time, and it’s too bad that one of the people who does that for me happens to be her boyfriend.

After I got off the phone, I went back outside and fanned a few fat ass bugs out of my face. I hate fuckin’ Cicadas! Every seventeen years, them big ass bugs hatch and start botherin’ niggas. What’s their purpose anyway? All they do is roam around, make noise, leave wings all over the streets and irritate the hell out of me.

If you ask me, they remind me of the bitches at my high school. Walkin’ around all day swingin’ their hair and teasin’ boys. If that’s your thing cool, but don’t get mad at me when I put out. Unlike them bitches, I got a five-year “Pussy Plan”. To fuck Jace until he can’t get enough, have the son he wants, and be set up for the rest of my life.

On the way to the liquor store, I got a couple of dollars from one of Jace’s friends. I was on my way to get a pint of vodka from A&B Liquors on the corner because they didn’t bother me about my age. After I bought my liquor and drank half of it I saw two older chicks I kicked it with from time to time standing on the corner. One called herself Nut and the other Cherry and nobody knew their real names or even cared. They fucked for money and as far as I knew they were good at it.

Cherry was dark skin, short, petite and real pretty. But what I always noticed about her was her wide eyes and naturally long lashes. The funniest thing about her was her parents. Them mothafuckas cursed each other out every day. I think because of it Cherry is used to drama and loves a man who beats her, at least that’s what I hear anyway.

Nut has a honey complexion but she’s real tall and shapely. She wears honey colored contact lenses and her hair in a golden brown bob. I don’t know much about her past, except that she was raised in foster homes.

"What’s good, Spanish fly?" Cherry said smoking a cigarette. She was talking to me but looking at the cars behind me waiting for a trick to pull up. "You ready to come out here and make some money?"

"I told y'all I’m not Spanish and I’m good on the money tip. Jace takes care of me so I’ma leave that raunchy shit to you."

They both laughed. "Jace takes care of you, huh?” Cherry smirked.

“Yeah…Why you say that?” I frowned.

“’Cause we be seeing him riding ‘round with another girl in his
new
car all the time.” Nut added.

“Aight, Spanish Fly.” Nut said. “You gotta believe what makes you sleep better at night. But it’s like I told you, you been getting a rep for yourself around the hood. You better slow down if you wanna keep your little boyfriend.”

“Yeah, that may be why he got a new broad.” Cherry added.

“This from a girl who’s selling pussy on the corner?” I said.

“Yeah…But I know who I am and what I do?” She said. “Besides, ain’t shit wrong with selling pussy." Then Nut grabbed the paper bag out my hand and drank the rest of my vodka. I thought about the two dicks I sucked today and smiled. "I am what I am and niggas who need my services respect that. But when you throw that thing around for no reason like you be doing with these little niggas ‘round here, people don’t know where you’re coming from. So they can’t trust you. And if they can’t trust you, they can’t respect you.”

First off this bitch made me mad by drinking the last of my liquor. That was supposed to last me for the rest of the day. Second of all I was tired of people talking about me when for real, they didn’t know shit about me.

"Can you please tell me why you just drank my shit, Nut?"

"Cause ain’t shit free over here, including schooling young bitches on the game. 'Cause raunchy or not, sooner or later we all have to know who we are and why we do the things we do. For us it’s about the money. For you it’s something else. And sooner or later you have to figure out what it is.”

“You better listen, Spanish Fly,” Cherry laughed.

I was still salty about my liquor when a man in a small white Ford pulled up. Wearing thick-rimmed black glasses, he looked like shit. He kept wiping his head with a paper towel and his eyes moved to the left and right rapidly. I knew right away he was off.

"Rodger, what you doing here this early?" Cherry said walking up to the car. "You usually come at night."

"Something ain’t right." Nut said out of earshot of Cherry. We kept looking at the car suspiciously but hung back a little.

"He likes to wait until she’s fucked at least five niggas, which is usually at night, so he can lick her pussy afterwards. He don’t even like to fuck her, just jerks off while he’s doing it."

We all looked at him and he kept patting his head with a paper towel. But sweat still poured down his face and he was looking all around him. He was acting like someone was out to get him.

"Girl, he always look weird. I’ll be fine.” She laughed. “Plus you know Rodger pays good money. We only going up the block. I be back." She jumped into the car and pulled off but Nut kept her eyes on the car until they turned into an alley and it was out of view.