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  I wasn’t into crowds, and there was about one niggah too many on the bed for me, but Passion had stopped jerking my dick and had covered the head with the wet heat of her lips.

  “Ahhh,” I moaned. She was sucking that shit just right. “Hold up, girl. Let’s go get on the couch.”

  “Can’t,” she said between slurps. She was bobbing her head up and down like a motherfucker, and my legs was starting to shake. “Sheniqua and her man already on there.”

  I glanced over and saw a pair of long legs in the air, feet pointing toward the ceiling.

  “Damn. Then let’s get on the floor.”

  She sucked her teeth like I had insulted her for real.

  “I ain’t fuckin on no damn floor, Andre. What kind a ho do you think I am?”

  What kind of ho was she? I shrugged and turned my back on the two humping bodies on the bed beside me. The kind of ho who had begged me to fuck her everywhere except a church pew, and who I wanted to be sucking my dick right about now.

  “You ain’t gotta go nowhere,” Tyra turned her head and said. We were laying back to back, and she pressed that booty on me and rolled it around, teasing her man from the front and me from the back at the same time.

  It wasn’t long before both of them jawns was ass-out naked.

  I got in the mix and was cool with shit as long as that other niggah stayed on the other edge of the bed. I didn’t look his way and he better not’a been looking my way neither. I tried to forget he was there and concentrated on that head Passion was putting on me.

  “Damn, this dick is big!” she slurped all in the back of her throat, her mouth nice and juicy as she slobbed my joint down, and I moaned out loud as I stroked into her neck and felt Tyra moving next to me on the bed.

  Tyra got on her knees to blow her niggah. I put one hand on the back of Passion’s head, and stuck the other one up inside of Tyra’s hot pussy. I rolled her sticky clit between my fingers as Passion sucked me off, and right when I was about to come, Tyra pulled her lips off her man and spun around, and both of them licked my dick and balls like little kittens until they were sharing the hot cum that squirted out of me.

  Even though I was done, they weren’t.

  It was starting to hit me that these chicks had done this shit before, and they liked it. Passion was still gripping my half-hard dick in her hand, and as old boy fucked Tyra from the back, the two chicks washed my dick with their tongues. I almost laughed as I saw what they were doing. Every now and they they’d come off my dick and tangle their tongues together, kissing each other deep in the mouth, then taking a dive to go back down on me together again.

  My dick stayed hard watching them play them little female games, and I wasn’t surprised at all when Passion moved her ass around on the bed so Tyra could eat her pussy and get banged from the back at the same time.

  Wasn’t no fun unless we all got some, so I stood up with my dick sticking straight out in front of me again. I moved until I was standing over Passion and watched as Tyra licked her pussy just like a man would.

  I stood there rubbing my dick and digging the scene. Liking what I saw. I took that shit for about five more minutes, then kneeled next to Passion and started rubbing the head of my dick all over her hard nipples.

  We switched partners and changed positions after a while, and I was on top of Tyra. Her breasts were just as full and soft as her ass, and instead of sticking my dick in her, I slapped it all over her breasts and nipples, surprised that just that action was making her come.

  As she shuddered and moaned, I squeezed her breasts together and slid my dick between them. I fucked her titties with long smooth strokes, playing with her nipples as she held my ass, urging me on.

  I need to come inside some pussy, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead, I shot my second load all over her breasts, and she came again as Passion crawled over and licked her clean. All I could do was kneel there watching as they pressed their bodies together and rocked, rubbing their pussies on each other and kissing like me and old boy wasn’t even in the room.

  I messed around with Passion and her crew of freaky girls for the rest of the summer, and by the time we started classes again in the fall I was ready to move on to some new shit. There was this hot little countrified sistah who had caught my eye during the beginning of freshman year, but I just hadn’t had a chance to work my way around to her yet.

  But a few weeks after I moved back into the dorms somebody knocked on my door in the middle of the night. My roommate was some lame cat in the pre-med program, and he was still up studying, but doing that shit by flashlight.

  He answered the door. “Is Thug there?”

  It was a female. By the tone of her voice I could tell she had a funky attitude, but I kept my head under the covers and didn’t say shit.

  “Yo, my man is crashed out.”

  That jawn went off.

  “Well wake that motherfuckah up then!”

  The next thing I knew she had knocked Dave’s glasses off and was standing over my bed.

  “Whassup, niggah? Huh? Where you been?”

  I tried to front shit off.

  “Damn, Passion!” I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you, ma? A niggah been in class! We in college, remember?”

  “Remember? Remember? Then why the fuck you actin’ like you can’t remember how to dial my number? I been calling your ass, text-messaging your ass, standing outside the gym looking for your ass…your ass ain’t been in one damn class this week!” She cut her pretty eyes at me, and them shits looked real evil. “But you have been over in the Delta dorm. I heard you been spending all kinds of nights up in there with that skinny black bitch India.”

  “I’on’t even know what you talkin’ about. Only thing them girls do for me is keep my braids tight.”

  This jawn had a real crazy look in her eyes and something told me to move.

  I swiveled my legs off the bed and stood up, and that’s when she swung on me.

  “Liar!” she screamed, swinging her arms back and forth. “Ho! You no-good fuckin’ punk!”

  I grabbed her wrists and tried to hold her back, and she raised her foot and tried to kick me in the nuts.

  I twisted her arm just enough to make her stop kicking, then slung her down on the bed.

  “Girl! What the hell is wrong with you? Why you tripping like that?”

  She started crying. “Cause,” she sniffed, then said real quietly. “I’m pregnant.”

  I just stared at her psycho ass.

  “Uhm, Dre.” My roommate opened his damn mouth and cut in. “You need to check your shit, man.”

  “Man, fuck you!”

  I was mad as hell. This funky bitch had told me she was on the pill.

  I stared down at her with ice in my heart. “You what?”

  She sniffed again, then sat up straight and grilled me.

  “You heard me, motherfucker. I’m pregnant!”

  Dave opened his mouth again. “Dre! You bleeding man! That bitch sliced you!”

  And that’s when I felt something warm dripping down my leg.

  I looked down at myself real slow and saw three long cuts. One across my chest, and the other two across my stomach. They didn’t look deep or nothing, but one of the cuts on my stomach crisscrossed over the other one, and that’s where most of the blood was coming from.

  I looked back at her.

  “Bitch…you cut me?”

  She went to stand up, and I saw the razor was still in her hand.

  “Get the fuck out my face, Thug. I scratched you. You lucky I ain’t cut your dick off, fuckin’ around on me when I’m about to have your baby!”

  I blacked out.

  I reached for her and she swung the razor again.

  I grabbed both of her wrists and bent them shits back until she screamed and dropped the blade to the floor.

  Dave kicked it out of her reach as I dragged her ass over to the door. The only thing stopping me from stomping her out was the fact tha
t she was pregnant. And after all the freaky shit I’d seen her do, wasn’t nobody gonna make me believe that baby was really mine, neither.

  She cursed and fought me all the way out the room. It took me and Dave to toss her ass out and slam the door before she could jump up and lunge back inside. And even when we got that shit closed she stood out there screaming and trying to kick the door in.

  “I’ma get you back, motherfucker!” she hollered up and down the dorm hall. “I’ma tell everybody how you raped me, you punk-ass bitch! Raped me! And I’ma tell them how you like to beat women too! Just watch, niggah. Your ass is getting kicked outta school! You’ll be lucky if they don’t lock your ass up and put you under the goddamn jail!”

  Me and Dave just stood there looking at each other. Shaking our fuckin’ heads. Dave was one of those low-key brothers who didn’t do shit except go to class and study. Every now and then he hit the gym, but he was all about making those grades, and at that moment I wished my life was as drama-free as his.

  Passion was still out there kicking the door and beefing.

  And the crazy ho said she was pregnant!

  Well she sure as hell didn’t wanna be pregnant by me. I didn’t have shit for her.

  Dave nodded toward my stomach. “You gone get that looked at, man?”

  I grabbed a towel and wiped at the blood. “Nah. Not tonight.” I laid back on my bed and pressed the towel to my stomach. “I might go let them check it out at the infirmary in the morning, but not tonight. It can wait until morning.”

  Dave laughed. “I don’t blame you, man. I wouldn’t go out there with that psycho bitch neither.” He flipped the light switch off and sat back down at his desk with his flashlight and his notes. “It’s good, though. You ain’t gonna bleed to death before morning. Stay your ass up in here where it’s safe.”

  Chapter 12

  That fool stayed outside kicking the door for about fifteen minutes. I had just dozed off when Dave shook my shoulder.

  “Dre. Wake up. Campus security wanna talk to you, man.”

  I got up. The towel was stuck to my chest.

  “What for? Where they at?”

  He nodded toward the door. “Out there, man. With that crazy-ass girl.”

  I went to the door, and three toy cops was standing out there.

  “Andre Williams?”

  The white cop grilled me. He was tall, but had a stomach like a pregnant woman. The other two were brothers, and they looked like they just didn’t wanna be standing there.

  Crazy started going off again. “That’s him, awffissah! Arrest his black ass! That’s him!”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I’m Andre. Whassup?”

  “We’ve just got an assault complaint. This young lady claims you physically assaulted her out here in the hallway.”

  “I assaulted her?”

  “Yes you did, motherfuckah! Yes you did! Look at all these fuckin bruises, awffissah! He bent my awrm back, and said he was gonna break my wrist!”

  They looked at me.

  “That tramp is crazy!” I said and ripped the towel off my chest. “Look! Look what the fuck she did to me!”

  When they saw my chest and stomach, they all turned around and looked at her ass.

  “He had me down on the floor, awffissah! I was protecting my damn self. Protecting my baby too. He got me pregnant and now he wanna fight me. I had to cut his ass to get him up offa me!”

  All eyes was back on me.

  I held up my hands. “Look. Y’all can ask my roommate. I didn’t fight this girl out here in no hallway. Ask Dave. He’s the one who answered the door and let her in. Matter fact, she was swinging on me so hard I didn’t even know I was cut until Dave told me. I don’t know what kinda trip she’s on, but that’s the for-real shit!”

  Dave backed my story up. He even got the razor she’d sliced me with and showed them where I’d bled on the floor before he kicked it under the bed.

  They made all three of us go down to the security office so they could take a report, but they knew better than to put me and that crazy freak in the same car. I had never fought a woman in my life cause I didn’t believe in hurting females, but this was one bitch I was ready to stomp the fuck out.

  You know it all got back to my coach. Even though I didn’t get charged with nothing, the complaint had to go down on the books.

  “Don’t fuck yourself up, Williams,” he warned me. He was a tough white boy, but he was fair and knew the game coming and going. “This girl is also claiming she wrote papers and did homework for you last semester too. It could mean real eligibility issues for you. I remember having a couple of alcohol-related incidents with you last year, right? You’re a great player, Williams, and you have the kind of talent to make a long career out of basketball—that is, if you get serious enough about the game to get your personal life straight. You can’t play basketball from a jail cell, so I’ll tell you this: If you want to stay on this team you’d better keep your goddamn nose clean. If not, there’s a hungry eighteen-year-old freshman we just picked up from Chicago who’ll be happy to take your place.”

  Coach wasn’t ragging on me. He was just putting it to me live, and I knew it. I wasn’t about to let no skeezer like Passion cost me my scholarship or nothing else. I’d been through too much on the streets to let her and her bullshit drama knock me off track.

  “I’m straight, Coach,” I said, telling him what I knew he needed to hear. “And you’re right. It was a long summer but I trained hard and I’m back now. Ready to focus on my grades and on my game.”

  For the next few months I did my best to keep that crazy ho as far away from me as I could. And she was pregnant too. Passion still looked hot from the back, but there was a for sure ’nuff baby growing in the front. A couple of times I ran into her outta nowhere, and I coulda sworn she was stalking me. But both of us had been warned if we had any more beef our complaints was gonna turn into charges, and as crazy as she was, she wanted to stay in school.

  Later that semester I pledged Omega Psi Phi, and the day after I crossed the line I got me a Que brand on my right arm and set about becoming the biggest dog the bruhs had ever seen. I was playing fuck games with two sistahs who’d just pledged Delta, and between running ball and running up in both of them, I was keeping real busy.

  I started leaning on a jawn named Isis. She had long legs and clear light skin. She was one of those freaks who played like she was all quiet in public, but get them legs up in the air if you wanna. “Yeah, straight fuck this na-na up, niggah! Lay that gangsta pipe deep in this tunnel, yo!” The girl talked more nasty ghetto shit than a little bit. Isis was studying to be a physical therapist, and I damn sure wanted her to do some therapy on me. She ran track too, and she killed it. Niggahs would be lined up around the fence just to watch that thing she was packing as it switched and jiggled. Her long legs would be stroking like a deer, and we’d be staring at that ass like we was caught in some headlights.

  Isis had a rep for playing like she was cold, and from what I had heard none of the bruhs had gotten close to getting in them drawers. I set out to change all that, and once a gangsta threw that sweet street game down on her frisky ass she was boxed in with nowhere to go.

  The first time I stepped up on her she rolled her eyes and tried to front me off like she had a hard niggah waiting in the bushes somewhere.

  “I got a man.”

  What ya man got to do wit me? I’m not tryin’ta hear that shit.

  It didn’t take but one fuck to get her nose open. I caught up with her going into the gym one Sunday morning. We rapped for a quick minute, and she let me talk her into going outside to sit and talk instead of working out. Well, outside in the grass turned into going inside to her dorm room, and once I was in there you know, Thug was in there.

  I kept messing with her, sucking all over her neck until I saw big red hickeys popping up. The way she acted you couldn’ta told me this girl wasn’t no dick-hound. She flipped the program on me and before I knew it I w
as stretched out on her bed and she was inching her naked pussy up to my face.

  “You like this?” she kept asking me. She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips open wide and damn if her clit wasn’t rock hard and sticking straight out like a little dick.

  That shit turned me straight the fuck off.

  I liked big, soft, juicy clits, but that little mini-joint she had was almost enough to scare a thug niggah for real. But you know how it goes. The girl was shivering and talking all kinds of nasty shit. “Suck this shit!” she hollered. “Lick it! Kiss it! Tongue this little man down! Knock this motherfucker out his boat!” I looked up at her and saw her cute face all squinched up like she was possessed. She flicked that clit back and forth with her fingers, pressing on it and mashing it until her juices was leaking all over my chin.

  I wasn’t really feeling it, but I went on and ate that thing for her cause I could tell how bad she needed it. That jawn damn near smothered me too. She sat her whole ass on my face. It covered my head like a gas mask. Isis rode my mug like she was on a ten-inch dick, and as soon as she nutted I tossed her ass off a me and flipped her on her back, then fucked the shit outta her cause it was payback time.

  Isis sucked some good dick too, and her pussy was real good, which is why I kept messing with her even after I started pushing up on her sorority sister, Lani.

  Lani was one of them real religious girls. You know what kind I’m talking about. Her father was a minister, and the girl had never even wore a pair of pants until she got to college and pledged a sorority and started going buck wild.

  She strolled around campus with them sturdy legs and thick hips looking scared half the time, like some tall, freaky baller like me was gonna attack that ass and get some of it. Lani was one I had to ease outta them drawers. I ate lunch with her every day, hung out in the laundry room and helped her fold her laundry. I let her wear my team jacket, and even went to chapel services with her once. If she wanted us to pray together before we fucked, I was down for that too. I did whatever it took to make Lani comfortable around me, and not just because I wanted to get up inside of her either. She was just different from every girl I’d been with before. Lani had something innocent about her, and even though she wasn’t a virgin when I tapped her, she was still fresh and new enough not to have a bit of street in her stride.