Unzipped: An Urban Erotic Tale (15 page)

Menace idolized Irish and wanted to live his life in a way that would make the older man proud. Through his unselfish devotion to black kids who started life with two strikes against them, Irish had snatched another young’un from an endless black hole of despair, and young Menace Brown would never forget it.

O
ver the years Menace grew bigger and wiser, and his loyalty to Irish grew stronger as well. He was serious and respectful, and Zeta Baines treated him like her very own son. He had a good relationship with the twins, Diamond and Pearl, too. At least until they got to be teenagers and started feeling themselves. Both twins were stunnas and had gorgeous faces and phatty back pockets, but Diamond was real extra with her shit, baller-crazy and always offering to lay some na-na on Menace like he was stupid enough to take it.

It came as no surprise to him when both girls ended up getting pregnant at fourteen, but it was scandalous when they both got pregnant by that ill niggah Scotch, who was supposed to be Pearl’s man. Irish had come a long ways from his days of wildin’ in the streets and fuckin’ niggahs up, but when it came down to his daughters it was a real short trip back to the trenches. Menace had gladly helped Irish beat Scotch down and toss him off in
a gutter. And after Irish battered that niggah until he cried like a bitch, they gave Scotch the choice of either leaving Harlem for good or turning up dead in a Dumpster full of trash. He made the right choice.

But even with Scotch run up outta Harlem it didn’t put no dent in Diamond’s show. Diamond had a lot of book smarts but she couldn’t be pulled outta the clubs unless they were on fire. Menace hated to say it, but the girl was a street skank. She was on a never-ending baller hunt, slumming around in local clubs and rolling with some of the grimiest niggahs on the Harlem street scene. Diamond spent more time servicing niggahs on her knees than her father could have stomached, and even though she was gorgeous and had mad cats sniffing up her ass, she grew fixated on the one thing that she damn sure couldn’t ever have: him.

Menace just wasn’t interested. He was turned on by a different kind of woman. A shorty with style and class, somebody who was going places and wanted more than just some dick out of life. But Diamond was tryna slide all over Menace’s pole. He ducked and dodged her hot ass more than a little bit, and it wasn’t long before Irish peeped what was going on and ordered his youngest daughter to back off and leave his pup alone.

Menace was relieved. Not because he couldn’t handle a chick like Diamond and lay some bone on her that would have her sprung for life, but because he wasn’t interested in what she was offering. He saw straight through her act and understood that the only thing she felt she had of value was that trap door between her legs. Diamond was just like a lot of other young hood chickens who did all kinds of shit to get his attention. She didn’t trust her brain so she relied on her body, and giving up the ass was the only way she knew how to get some validation in her life.

But Pearl was a lot different.

Yeah, she had gotten pregnant out there fuckin’ with shiesty nigs like Scotch, but she had much more gloss on her glow than her sister did. Men flocked to Diamond because her shit was wide-open, but Menace had always thought Pearl was the finest of the two and had more smarts and substance than her sister could ever possess.

Like her twin, Pearl had a crackin’ body, but she had a brain on her too. She was shy and intellectual, and Menace liked the way she took her time to think about shit before jumping off buck wild like most chicks did. Pearl had goals and dreams and she loved and respected her father down to the bone. Even though she’d had a baby at a young age, she’d learned a lot from the experience, and Menace could see that having Sasha in her life had made Pearl grow up fast and become a better woman.

But while Pearl had always had Menace’s respect and admiration, she would never say the same thing about him. At one time the two of them had been vibing. Hard. They’d spent a lot of time together at the outreach center, and Pearl always flocked to him whenever he was at the house. When Menace moved into his own crib, Pearl was one of the few people he would let up in his space. Menace was staying in a rented room above Nastee’s back then, and Pearl used to come up with her schoolbooks and watch movies and study algebra and physics too, especially if there was something going on in class that she didn’t understand.

Menace was a star in math and science, and once Irish had gotten him enrolled in school again he’d taken off, busting out classes so brilliantly that it wasn’t long before he was in his right grade and ready to graduate. He’d enrolled as a freshman at Manhattan Community College while Pearl was still in high school, and she looked up to him like he was the smartest cat in Harlem and knew everything under the sun.

She’d swung by his place one afternoon while he was practicing
karate katas and sat cross-legged on his bed, transfixed as he put his sweat-covered muscular body through a series of complex empty-hand and weapons moves.

He had pushed his little bit of furniture to the edges of the room and stood in the center of the floor and performed martial-arts attack and defense movements that were sharp and fluid, brutal and precise. Pearl had sat there watching him intently, and he was conscious of his half-naked body and the way his tight stomach and bulging chest and arms were affecting her.

She came over to him at the end of his session while he was stretching and put her warm hand on his chest.

“I wanna learn how to move and fight like that,” she said, stepping closer to him. Her fingers slid down his damp stomach until they were resting lightly on the band of his sweatpants. “Can you teach me?”

Menace knew what time it was. Pearl mighta been young and timid, but she was already a woman. It was all in her eyes, Menace saw; the attraction and the awe, that hot physical thang that told him Pearl could be his right then and there, if only he would allow her to be.

He’d swallowed hard, his dick on mega-rock. He had honeys chasing him up and down the block and could get up in some wet gushy whenever he wanted to. But none of the birds he knew were anything like Pearl. None of them affected him the way she was knotting up his drawers and swelling his heart right now.

He didn’t remember who moved first, but moments later he was devouring her mouth, sucking her tongue as she moaned and slid her fingers up his sweaty back, pulling him closer. Menace’s dick was swollen in his pants as he rubbed up against her trying to get closer to that sticky stuff. He lifted her slightly as he pulled her to him, cupping her bold ass and rubbing her through her jeans.

Somehow they made it over to his narrow bed and Menace took it up a level by sliding his hand under her shirt and palming her right breast. It was firm and thick, her nipple a tight little pebble that seemed to grow under his fingers.

Laying her down and lifting her shirt, Menace sucked all around her thick breast. The bulging top, the underside, everywhere. When he finally took her nipple between his lips, Pearl moaned and spread her legs slightly, letting him know she wanted to be touched down there too.

Tonguing her down, Menace unbuttoned her pants and slid her zipper down. He felt heat on his hand as he dipped his fingers between her legs, probing her hot pussy as she moaned again and opened herself wider to him.

Menace stood up and took off his sweats. His dick was black and strong, and so damned erect it nearly touched his navel. Pearl wiggled her hips as he helped her out of her pants, then she sat up slightly as he pulled her shirt and bra over her head and flung them on the floor.

“Yeah,” he said as he stared at her naked beauty. Pearl had it. She had it all. From top to bottom she was a stunna and a work of art. Her body was strong and firm, and she was phatty exactly where it was necessary.

Menace dropped to his knees and tapped her leg so she could scoot to the edge of the bed. He gripped her curved thighs. He slurped at that pussy like a drowning man, licking her soft pink slit and swirling his tongue around on her clit.

Pearl was loving it. She was open and ready, purring like a cat, the honey in her spot bubbling over and spilling out on his sheets.

“Get the plastic,” she told Menace as he gripped himself and stood up, guiding his dripping dick toward the center of her caramel thighs. Damn that pussy tasted good. He was ready to
slide all up in that. He left the bed and walked naked over to his dresser and got some plastic from his top drawer. He stood with his back to her, fingering the smooth package and wrestling with his dick and his conscience.

This was Irish’s daughter he was about to bang
.

Pearl wasn’t no ordinary chick who he could roll in and outta his sheets, nor did he want to. He wanted to be with her. To know every inch of her and take damn good care of her. He wanted Pearl to be his.

Seconds later, Menace was back at his bed, wrapped up tight and ready to put in work. He stood staring down at the creamy package of goodness laying on his sheets. Menace dug the shit outta Pearl, and tasting her on his tongue was the sweetest thing he had ever done. She wanted him too. The way she wrapped her long legs around his waist and rode him as he entered her, her hands stroking his arms, her mouth latched on to his nipples, was proof of that.

They fucked slow and deep. Menace pulled out a couple of times just so he could love Pearl all over. He kissed and licked everything on her, including the soles of her feet. Pearl kissed him all over too. She lay down on the bed as he stood over her and sucked his dick into her mouth. She gripped his long black shaft with the rim of her lips, and tickled the head with her tongue.

Slurping and purring, Pearl opened her throat as Menace fucked into the warmth of her mouth. She had never tasted anything like his sweet black licorice in her life, and she would have been happy to suck him off all night.

But Menace had other plans.

He extracted his joint from her mouth and ran the head lightly over her lips. Tickling her chin, he slid his dick down her neck and over to her right breast. Rubbing the wet head over
her nipples, Menace fucked her beautiful plump titties, teasing her sensitive nipples and dripping pre-cum all over them until they were hot and slippery.

Pearl gasped and moaned as her breasts got even fuller and her nipples hardened into miniature stones.

“Beat ’em up …” she panted, squeezing her legs together and pumping her hips into the air as her clit surged with need. “Beat these titties up!”

She lifted both breasts toward him as Menace gripped his dick and lightly slapped her nipples back and forth with his mushroom-shaped crown. With her breasts moisturized with his slick pre-cum, Menace held his dick like a bat and slapped and rubbed, slapped and flicked Pearl’s nipples, slapped and fucked into her breasts until she came, arching her back and crying out his name.

Menace was in total control as he pushed Pearl’s legs open wide and entered her. He fucked her with gentle passion and desperate need, making sure he covered all her spots and hit the back of her pussy with firm, deep strokes. He made her cum long and hard, time and time again, and he felt absolutely complete when he finally sucked hard on her neck and busted inside of her, his whole body trembling with love spasms, his heart beating fast against her soft, sticky breasts. Menace had never felt better in his life. Rocking with Pearl was more powerful than anything he had ever imagined.

But a few minutes later he felt guilty as fuck too. Irish was his street daddy. He trusted him to do the right thing by his daughters. And in the aftermath of the sweet love they had just shared, Menace grew cold on Pearl as deep shame crept up on him.

What kind of man, what kind of
son
, was he? He’d trespassed against Irish and repaid his kindness by fucking his daughter, even if she did have a big place in his heart. There was no way he wanted to be dicking Pearl under the radar. His debt to Irish was
too big for that. His loyalty too deep. It had taken every bit of his gangsta, but Menace had sent Pearl packing.

“Rise and fly,” he’d told her coldly as she lay naked and intertwined in his sheets. The pain and confusion in her eyes was a pretty good match for what he was feeling in his heart.

“Time to go, Pearl. I got me a phat hottie on her way over here, baby, and Shawty ain’t no joke. Rise and fly.”

If Menace had never experienced the wrath of a chick who’d been tossed, he felt it that day. Pearl hadn’t jumped bad or talked shit, or even cursed him out, but the stunned, wounded look in her eyes had almost killed him. She got up and put on her clothes quietly, and when she walked out of his door, for the very first time since the day he’d buried his precious mother all those years ago, Menace cried.