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  “Does she talk?” Adisa questioned Faraji when Emeka walked away.

  “Emeka is just shy when she first meets new people. She’ll be more talkative and out there after awhile,” Faraji answered. I looked behind me to see if Emeka had heard us, but she was standing by an old model Nissan talking on her cell-phone.

  “Okay cool, we will send you the address and don’t be shy. Also, I’m warning you, and you can pass this message on to Emeka. If you see a tall, dark, chocolate guy with a good grain of hair and tatted body stay away from him. York is my future baby daddy,” Adisa said to Faraji.

  Faraji smiled, “Cool I see you two later,” Faraji said before she walked off. I looked at Adisa, “Seriously, bitch? You had to take it there?” I asked her.

  “You damn right I did, I don’t play about my York. I love his chocolate ass, y’all think it’s a joke,” Adisa said unlocking her car door.

  “Are you getting ready at my house?” I asked her while putting my seatbelt on.

  “Of course, my parents are out of town for the weekend for some type of event. They are never home, and at times I feel like I don’t live with anyone. I hate being at the big as house by myself,” Adisa said sadly.

  Once we got to my house, it was empty. York moved out a few years ago. But he was still always at our mother’s house like he still lived there. Adisa and I headed to my room to get ready, my mother wasn’t there because she worked the graveyard shift at her second job almost every night. Despite York getting money, she refused to take it from him because of the way he got it. York had to go behind her back to pay some of the bills a lot of the time. Although my mother worked two jobs, I still saw her more than Adisa saw both of her parents combined. I use to wish we had a lot of money until I saw how Adisa parents were with her. They didn't show her any love because it was always about what they needed to elevate themselves in their rich society. Her feelings were foreign to them while my mother always made sure she spent time with me no matter how tired she was. But, I still didn’t want to fall victim to the struggles of the hood like she did. I wanted to be more than what my mother was so both of us didn’t have to struggle and live in the hood any longer. Me graduating from college was not just for me, but to show my mother how much I appreciate all the things she had to sacrifice for me. Don’t get me wrong because I loved my hood, but I knew there was more out there beyond it.

  After I showered and moisturized my body, I got dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, an off the shoulder, white, ripped-top across my breast. I wore a white bra underneath my already skimpy top. York was going to have a fit, but I didn’t care. I was eighteen and soon would be living on my own. I wore a pair of gold sandals showing off my neon pink toes which matched my nails. My hair was styled in long box-braids that flowed past my butt. I put on a pair of my huge gold, door-knocker earrings with my name in them. Adisa wore a jean sleeveless romper with tan tie-up sandals that we called, Jesus sandals. She had the same earrings as me, but hers had diamonds in her name. Her parents paid a lot of money for hers. Adisa wore her hair in long cornrows with crazy designs, her cornrows also came past her butt.

  “Whatever you do don’t get drunk and I mean it. Every time you get drunk you start shit,” I said to Adisa while straightening up the living-room.

  I text Zuberi, who we called Zu for short. He was a friend of York’s, but he went off to college. He attended, Howard University, and I have been seeing him for the past few years now since I was sixteen. He took my virginity, my brother would’ve killed the both of us if he knew how we got down. Zu was on break over the summer; he was one of the hood boys that got out of the hood to become something. I couldn’t wait to see him, it’s been a few weeks since I last saw him. He visited whenever he could when he didn’t have a lot of homework. Zu was also twenty-one, he was going to be the man that I married. I never looked at another man outside of him, but I heard rumors that Zu was seeing college girls. I never thought he would do something like that because he claimed he loved me. I have learned there is always some truth behind every rumor. I had to see it for myself to believe it. I sighed when I looked down at my phone as it buzzed with Zu’s reply. He said he was chilling with his boys since he hadn’t seen them in a minute and would be here in a little while with York. I just wanted to spend some time alone with him for a few minutes before the party; because I knew we couldn’t show each other too much attention around York. An half-hour later the doorbell rang.

  “I got it,” Adisa called out running towards the door.

  “We came early to see if you guys needed help with anything, I hope you guys don’t mind. I just realized how close we lived to each other. I’m surprised we did not attend the same schools,” Faraji said as she walked into the house with Emeka following closely behind her.

  “I have been using my aunt’s address to go to a different school out of the district. I kept getting into fights. But yes you guys can help us move the furniture and hide anything fragile somewhere it will not break. The food we ordered should be here in a minute as well.” I answered glad that they showed up early because we needed help. I thought Zu or York would be there to help us move the furniture, but they weren’t coming until the party started. We had the furniture moved, and anything that was fragile was hidden. The food and the DJ came not too long after Emeka and Faraji. Thirty minutes later, people started to arrive. The music was low as the DJ waited for the rest of the crowd to arrive so he could bump the music.

  Moments later, the music was booming as a large group of people from school and the neighborhood crowded the living and dining room. I was having a good time with a drink in my hand as I danced in the center of the living room with Faraji, Emeka, and Adisa. Zu, York, Hoppa and a few of their friends walked through the door and ruined the fun.

  “Put that shit down! Your ass ain’t grown. How did you get that liquor any damn way?” York yelled over the music.

  “Come on York, you are embarrassing me,” I shouted over the music.

  “I don’t give a damn! I told Mama that it was just a small get together. Now, look at this shit. If I see Kid and Play breakdance in the middle of the floor, I’m beating your ass. This isn’t a damn house party,” York fussed. I rolled my eyes and continued to drink my Gin and orange juice.

  “You got a DJ up in here?” York asked me.

  “Chill nigga, Samiah is getting older. She ain’t a little girl anymore,” Zu said as his eyes lustfully roamed over my body. Zu licked his lips at me. York was so busy fussing he didn’t realize the glances Zu and I made at each other.

  “Where my hug at, Sam?” Zu asked me holding his arms out. Zu was around 6’3 and weighed 190 pounds. He was light-skinned, with a pair of hazel and greenish eyes. His hair was styled in long dark brown cornrows going straight back. He wore a pair of jean shorts, a Chicago Bulls jersey with a pair of high-top black air force ones. His slanted-like eyes stared into mine. Zu was mixed with Hawaiian, Latino, and black. His mother was black and his father was Latino and Hawaiian. I gave him a hug, and he kissed my neck with his back turned towards York.

  “I missed you,” he whispered to me. I began to get butterflies as I blushed. I was a thick girl for my age, I was a size fourteen. I was considered overweight with my 5’3 height and 185 pound weight. I couldn’t help it, I was chubby as a baby. I was always chubby. No one would’ve thought that as fine as Zu was that he would want someone like me. To top it off, I was also dark-skinned but I had always gotten compliments on how pretty my face was. I had been given compliments such as, I was pretty to be a thick dark-skinned girl. I didn’t think that it was a compliment, but more so of an insult.

  “Who are these two?” York asked me referring to Emeka and Faraji.

  “Oh, I’m sorry these two are Faraji and Emeka. All four of us work together,” I said to him. York nodded his head then walked off. Adisa rolled her eyes, “He needs to stop acting like he doesn’t want me,” Adisa said because York barely spoke to her when he came into the house.
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br />   “York is an asshole,” I said.

  “What’s up with this shirt?” Zu asked me while pulling on it.

  “I like it, you don’t like it?” I asked him then he frowned his nose up. Emeka and Faraji stared at Zu and I. They were waiting for me to tell them who he was to me.

  “Now, that York is gone I can finally tell you two that Zu is my boyfriend,” I said to Emeka and Faraji.

  “Heyyy,” Emeka and Faraji said in unison. The DJ played Lil Wayne’s song, “Go DJ” and the crowd got hyped. Zu told me he would holla at me in a few because they had a dice game going on in the kitchen.

  “Girllllllll, Zu ass is FIONE. I’m sorry but I had to say it,” Faraji said.

  “Thank you,” I blushed. I swayed my hips side-to-side, Adisa was already the center of attention dancing wildly. Adisa was my girl and all, but she couldn’t dance to save her life.

  Faraji and even Emeka cracked up laughing. Adisa did some dance that made her look as if she was having a seizure. I cheered her on, “Go Adisa, that’s my Adisa,” I said in tune with the lyrics. She bent over then popped her butt out in a jerking motion, almost as if someone slammed on brakes. Adisa took a sip of her drink then wiped the sweat off her forehead.

  When Adisa saw York looking at her, she tried to dance seductively. Her hips started grinding in a jerking motion. York spit his drink out then roared in laughter. Adisa blew him a kiss then flapped her arms while still popping her butt out. Faraji and Emeka were almost on the floor from laughing. They had tears in their eyes while holding their stomach’s. Project Pat’s song, “Chicken Head” came on and Adisa really showed off. She walked around in a circle, clucking like a chicken as her head moved in and out in a jerking motion. I hurriedly pulled her to the side, “What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.

  “Getting my groove on, girllllll you see York looking at me. I think he is digging my moves. Look at him looking at me like he wants to get up in all of this,” she said. When I looked at York, Zu was helping him off the floor because of how hard he was laughing at Adisa. I took the cup from out her hand because she had a little bit too much to drink. She thought York laughing at her was a sign that he wanted her.

  “Go get some water and sober up,” I said just as Aaliyah’s “Rock the Boat” started playing. My hips started swaying to the beat. I bumped my hip into Adisa’s and started slowly swaying my hips as she tried to match me. Emeka and Faraji came over, and we were in a little circle dancing to the beat. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my hips, his dick was pressed into my ass as he moved his hips in sync with mine. I closed my eyes and moved to the beat. I never thought Zu would be that bold while York was around.

  “Are you staying with me tonight?” I asked him feeling a throbbing sensation between my legs. I haven’t had sex with Zu in a while and my body wanted him.

  “Hell yeah!” the unfamiliar voice shouted over the music. When I turned around the guy, Skeezer was smiling in my face. He was the neighborhood’s flunky, and he tried to fit in anywhere he could. I pushed him into the table and it almost tipped over with the drinks.

  “Come on Samiah, you know I want you. Your brother is cool with it,” he lied. Skeezer was being sneaky, he knew York was probably back at his dice game blocking out everyone, but his winnings.

  Zu pushed through the crowd then pushed Skeezer as hard as he could, that time Skeezer and the table both ended up on the floor.

  “Whatcha’ doin’ dancing on this nigga, Sam? What the fuck is going on? Give me this shit,” Zu said snatching my drink out of my hand. Zu temper was a little off at times. Let Adisa tell it, Zu had light-skinned nigga syndrome. Adisa thought all light-skinned men were crazy.

  “Come on man, what you do that for?” Skeezer asked getting up.

  “What the fuck are you doing touching on my shorty? Don’t touch her again nigga, and I put that on my life,” Zu said balling his fist up. I tried to pull Zu away by his arm but he snatched away from me.

  “A nigga ain’t came to visit in a few weeks, and you out here being hot in the ass. You showing your bra and dancing all extra and shit. Are you fucking one of these nigga’s in here?” Zu asked me.

  “Where is this coming from?” I asked ready to swing on him. I had a temper problem too, Zu ain’t never hit me before, but he would jack me up or mush me. I swung on Zu a few times in the past and that was because of the rumors I use to hear. I never had any proof he was stepping out on me, but I knew in my heart he was. I was only eighteen, I knew he was doing what he wanted. I was just his little girlfriend back home but I loved him.

  “I’m trippin’,” Zu said then walked away from me. Adisa walked over to me, “Girl, that nigga needs some medication. He flips out even when the sun beams down on his yellow ass,” Adisa teased.

  “He light-skinned, he can’t help it,” I joked brushing Zu off. The party went on until three in the morning. We started to clean up after everyone left, York even paid a few crackheads to help clean up. In one hour the house was in better condition than before the party.

  “I had fun, thank you for inviting us. We will see you at work in a few days,” Faraji said giving Adisa and I a hug. I noticed that Faraji was very affectionate.

  “I had fun myself,” Emeka said.

  “You talked,” I said then she laughed.

  “I talk a lot, I have to get to know people a little more before I do. Faraji doesn’t care, she loves everybody,” Emeka said.

  Emeka’s voice was still low when she spoke, she was just a shy person. After they left and the crackheads left, I headed up to my room. Adisa went into York’s old room to sleep. York, Zu, and Hoppa all went out to Denny’s. Zu didn’t say much to me when he left, I knew something was going on with him. I took a shower, then put on my long pajama shirt. I got into my queen-size bed then dozed off…

  “Hey, boo wake up,” someone whispered to me. I thought maybe I was dreaming, so I stuck my head into the pillow.

  “Come on, Samiah. Wake yo’ ass up. You hear me calling you,” Zu said louder. I hurriedly sat up then turned on my light next to my bed. I wiped my eyes, Zu stared at me with bloodshot red eyes. I knew he was high and I was for sure he had gotten blazed with York and Hoppa.

  “What are you doing in here?” I asked giving him attitude.

  “So, it’s like that? What’s up with you?” Zu asked me. He took off his Jersey and kicked off his shoes. He took his shorts off then got into bed with me, he wrapped his arm around my waist.

  “Are you fucking?” Zu asked me.

  “No, are you?” I asked him.

  “I’m too busy with school and homework to worry about that,” he said.

  “I’m too busy trying to get to school to worry about that,” I fired back. Zu’s hand went up my leg until he got to my center. He stuck his finger inside of me, “I had to make sure,” he said.

  I pushed him off the bed, “I’m going to kick your ass!” I shouted charging into him. He hurriedly got up then tackled me onto the bed. He put all of his bodyweight on me, “Get off me,” I said panting heavily. Zu gapped my legs open with his knee. He held both of my arms above my head then kissed me. My nipples pressed firmly against my nightgown.

  “I missed you,” he said as he kissed my face then my neck. I slightly moaned when his hands squeezed my breasts. Zu raised up as he lifted my nightgown up, my chocolate nipples pointed right at him. He hungrily slurped one of my nipples into his warm and wet mouth. I felt a wet substance trickle from between my slit, I wanted him to put it in hurriedly. My hips involuntarily bucked up searching for his thick and lengthy dick. My pussy grazed against his hardened dick as it strained against the hole in his boxers. I moaned as a tingling sensation took over my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help but to keep brushing my pussy up against his dick over and over again. I was almost to the point of explosion when, “Wait, shorty,” Zu said to me as he palmed my big-round breast. A slight groan slipped from his throat as he sucked on my breast with so much pressure, I came. His
tongue slowly flickered across my nipples as he massaged my breasts.

  “Zu, please. It’s been a long time it seems,” I said. Zu chuckled then pulled his boxers down. His dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. Zu climbed back on top of me, he held his dick in his hand. He rubbed it between my slit catching my essence with the tip of his shaft. He massaged my thick, and creamy nectar around his dick to lubricate it. Moments later, he was squeezing his fat and long dick inside of my tiny hole. I winced as he pushed himself further into me while stretching my pussy. He slowly started to move in and out of me. I gripped his forearms and spread my legs wider for him. It started to feel good as I wrapped my legs around his back. My hips started to move in tune with his thrust as my cum began to seep out.

  “Damn you feel good,” he moaned out. He pushed the inside of my thighs down until they were firmly pressed down onto my mattress. It caused my ankles to drop from around his back, and my legs to spread wider.