Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (15 page)

"Just what the doctor ordered."

I smiled at the voice behind me and chills ran through my body from the kiss Diesel planted on the back of my neck. Diesel continued planting small sensual kisses behind my ear, which made me wet. With my eyes closed, light moans escaped from my mouth. It took all the will power I had to muster up what I was about to say.

"Please. Don't do this to me. I need to take your sister her medicine."

Diesel turned me around and gently pulled my face up and kissed me. I wanted to melt in his hands. I don't know how, but my towel ended up on the hallway floor and Diesel was on his knees, holding both of my breast in one hand, licking on my nipples, and with the other he was playing with my pierced pearl tongue. "Oh my goodness, baby. It feels soooo good." I moaned.

Diesel then took his mouth off my nipples and began squeezing each one with the tip of his fingers. Still messaging my clit, he worked his tongue from my belly button down to my clit and replaced his fingers with his tongue. 

"Oh shit, Diesel."

My head went back in pure bliss as he fucked me with his tongue. It didn't take long for me to get weak in the knees. It was feeling so good.  I started squeezing his shoulder with one hand and rubbing in his hair with the other. And then I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a loud scream.  I thought I was going to collapse, but Diesel held me up. He got up from his knees, wiped his mouth, picked me up and kissed me. Diesel carried me into his room on the other side of the mansion and laid me on his bed. He stared at me with a warm smile. I nodded my head at how sexy he is.

"Come here." I told him.

"For what?" He asked.

I don't know if I meant it at the time or I was saying what I thought I was supposed to say; whatever my reason was, I couldn't and wouldn't take it back.

"I want you to make love to me."

He stared at me with those deep blue eyes. He bit his bottom lip.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded my head yes.

 
I watched him as he undressed. He took off his shirt first. Baby body was bagging. He then pulled off his pants and then his boxers. He definitely inherited his tool from the black side of his family.  He reached in his drawer and grabbed a condom. My heart was beating fast as I watched him put the condom on.  I was nervous and anxious for what was about to happen next, all at the same time. For the first 15 to twenty minutes I was in pain, but after that I was working my hips like a belly dancer.  Damn it felt good. Diesel repped the song well
"he got a big dick and he know how to use it."
Y'all probably thinking what I know being that he's my first. I know I had over four orgasms and one time it squirted out like a waterfall. Like I said, my first wasn't a Love & Basketball moment, but he was just right for me.

 
"Excuse me miss. Excuse me." That's Peter's nurse. She came to go over his aftercare.  After being in the hospital for a week, he is finally being released. Peter doesn't have any family; his mother is dead and he never knew his father. Ken and I are the only ones that he considers family. Since Ken is out of town and can't make it back until Saturday, Peter is under my care.  I bet you all are wondering what happened to Diesel. Well the night D and I was seeing the Lakers game, Yay called and told me that she was at the scene where Peter was in a bad accident. Somebody tried to rob him. She told me that they were rushing Peter to the hospital and that people said they don't think he was going to make it. I panicked. I mean, I was really hyperventilating. Luckily, there were medical people at the game that helped me calm down. I was given a brown paper bag and was told to take deep breaths in it. Once I was calm, I told D what happened. His mouth said one thing, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" But the look on his face said another, "I know the fuck she ain't doing all that over this nigga."  That pissed me off. Without saying a word, I jumped up and walked as fast as I could out of the game. D was right behind me. I stood at the exit of the Staples Center, pulled out my phone and called my mom. I wasn't getting in the car with his selfish, jealous ass. D stood there and listened while I told my mother what happened and that I needed her to pick me up. She asked where D was, and I told her he was standing next to me, but I didn't want him taking me. D cracked a smile at that part, and I snapped

,
"I don't see what's so damn funny."

 
"Your childish, confused ass is real funny." He reached in his pocket, pulled out a napkin and threw it to me. "Go blow your nose." He said, and walked back into the game. I couldn't believe him. I told my mother; she understood his actions. She said that he was hurt and jealous. "Jazz, if you still loved Peter and you knew that you didn't want to be with Diesel or have feelings for him like that, why did you give him you?" At that moment I didn't have an answer. At that moment I was worried about Peter. At the moment, I regretted what happen between D and I. As the week went by and Peter was doing well, I wanted to make things right with D and I needed him to fill the void I had in mine. But every time I called, he sent me to voicemail. Laurie said she wasn't in it and in the same breath she suggested that I let him be and stay with Peter. She didn't have to say it, but I knew she didn't trust me with her brother’s heart. I wondered if D was missing me like I was missing him and hoped that he had not moved on.

Chapter 12

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Wack”
Pow! I back handed my white bitch so hard she flew over the back of the couch. I looked at her while she lay on the floor holding a bloody lip. I walked over to her, and grabbed her by her hair. I stared into her blue eyes. I had to let her know that I was serious. The shit that she helped me do was between me and her only.

"If you ever tell anybody about what went down, I'll kill you bitch. Your my ho; I own you. You got that?"    She nodded her head yes.

"Now go clean your face. Roll me up a goodie and run me a hot bath."

I walked over to the kitchen counter and took a swig from the Remy bottle. I cut my eyes at my snow bunny. She was going inside the duffle bag.

"Fuck you in there for?"

"I rolled the last of what we had before we left today." She said nervously.

"So you trying to tell me that I smoked up a pound of powder? Bitch you playing with me."

I walked over to where she was and pushed her down on the couch.

"You fucking with my shit?"

"No babe, I haven't. I don't mess with that stuff."

I laughed.

"Bitch you saying that stuff like it’s a bad thing. Oh you too good to fuck with it?"

"Wack I told you how I feel about drugs. Drugs destroyed my family." She started to cry.

I knew what I was about to make her do was fucked up, but ain't no way a bitch of mines gon’ think she better than me. I snatched the bag of pure coke out of the bag. I then walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbed a knife and walked back over to where she was sitting. I tossed the bag of coke on the coffee table, and slid a chair up to the table. After I sat down, I looked at my snow bunny.

"What the fuck you crying for? You don't trust me? How in the fuck you don't trust the man you claim you love?"

She did not say nothing.

I stabbed the knife in the coke bag and then proceeded to cut the package open.

"This nigga got this shit sealed up tight." I thought to myself.

Thinking about Debo made me more pissed than I already was. The anger I had toward Debo gave me the strength to cut the bag open. Once the bag was open, I got the weed, some zig zags, and a couple of pinches of coke. I rolled up one of my special joints. I handed it to White-Girl.

“
You know what to do, I told her.

Part 4
Chapter 12

                                         
Skeletons

"So, you fucking the pastor now?" Pam looked at Calvin in shock. She then looked at the biracial couple on her left. They didn't hear. She looked over at the Latino family on her right and all eyes were on her. "Oh, so now y'all muthafuckas understand English?" She screamed on the family and then rolled her eyes. She looked at Calvin.  

"Don't come at me with no bullshit your momma done filled your head with." she told him.              

 
"My momma ain't told me shit. If she knew you and that nigga was fucking, she would have been got at you and that nigga too."

He had a point. So if Mrs. Lewis didn't tell him, then it had to be  her sister who told. And no, she wasn't fucking the Pastor. Yeah, they had been on a few dates that's about it, but he was the perfect gentlemen. He never tried to touch Pam. Although, she kind of wanted him to.         

"I'm not fucking him. If I was, then I would tell you. Why the fuck not? What I got to lose? I'm dying any mother fucking way!"

Calvin ran his hand across his forehead. He stopped at the temple and massaged it.

"You're not dying; you’re just as, if not healthier, than people who don't have the virus."   

"Anyway, I came here because you haven't called. I need $6000.00 for Jazz’s party."  

 
"SIX!" Calvin raised his voice. Remembering he was in a facility where a bunch of cock strong guards were that was waiting to run up on inmates and beat them down,

he lowered his voice.

"What type of party is this? I'm not spending that type of money on a party. I'm going to get her a car. You want to give her a party, you do it. Don't you got niggas?"                          

 
"No, I don't have niggas. I have clients. The money I make from them is to take care of bills. It’s not their job to take care of your child. Damn, that's the least you can do."       

The two debated for a few more minutes until Calvin gave in. Calvin told Pam that he would send his boy to drop off the money.

"Thanks Bae. And for real, I'm not sleeping with no one for pleasure. I love you!"          

 
Pam was telling the truth. Although she enjoyed sex with two of her clients, she wasn't doing it for pleasure. And yes, she did love Calvin. Why else would she be with a man that is the cause of her having HIV?

"I love you too. Now tell me what's up with you and the pastor. Pam don't fucking lie to me."

This nigga must think I'm stupid. Does he honestly think I'm going to tell him that this pastor guy gives me the chills? That I often wondered what it would be like to be the first lady? Hell no. I'm not going to tell him that! Besides, ain't nothing going to ever happen with me and the pastor. What he want with me?
   

"Calvin, if I was interested in the man, what is the chance that he and I will work out? I'm a ho with HIV."

 
Calvin stared into Pam's deep brown eyes. He saw disappointment, regret, and pain. He was used to seeing everything but happiness in Pam's eyes. He hated what he allowed to happen to her. He hated that she loved him so much that she put her life on the line for him. He would never admit to himself, or anyone else, that he was glad the virus made her insecure. He knew for a fact that she wouldn't leave him for no reason, not for his infidelity.

"Baby smile; you’re scaring me." Calvin told Pam.

She gave a weak smile.

"It’s going to be alright. You're tougher than that HIV shit." He told her.

"Yeah, whatever

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Pam”

After I leave the prison from seeing my husband, I head to my sister's house. I'm about to put the hater in her place. How dare she go back and tell Calvin anything about me; what's the purpose? I understand her and Calvin are like sister and brother; they were always cool, but I'm her flesh and blood. How many times do I have to get it through her fucking head? I pull up to the projects where her and my niece reside, park, pop my truck and retrieve my tennis shoes. Yes, I was getting prepared to whip my sister's ass. She has a smart mouth, don't like to admit when she's wrong, and is scary as hell. After I put on my shoes, I bail to the door. I did not come in peace so why pretend.                                                

Boom Boom Boom. "Open this muthafucking door."