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  “This my aunt,” the boy said. “Carmiesha. She just bought me some fresh sneakers! You should see ’em, man! They’re hot!”

  Carmiesha got up and grabbed their bags.

  “Aunt, huh?” Pimp looked back and forth between Jahlil and Carmiesha. A big-ass smile came across his face, and he nodded at her and laughed. “You say this your aunt?”

  “Let’s go, Jahlil!” Carmiesha yelled. She grabbed Jahlil’s arm and dragged him out of the food court.

  “But what about my Cinnabon?” the boy hollered.

  Pimp laughed again as he watched them walk away. “Don’t worry about it, little man! Your aunt got two HOT cinnabunns!”

  Carmiesha whirled around. Fuck you, she mouthed to Pimp. Fuck your stupid ass!

  “Okay, Auntie!” Pimp said, still laughing his ass off. “I’ll meet you in the elevator just like I did before! And we can make that shit go up and down, up and down, up and down….”

  Chapter 16

  I loved playing ball for Syracuse. Couldn’t get enough of doing my thang on that court and showing motherfuckers all my skills. Being a star athlete at a Division I school was everything a Harlem boy like me had ever dreamed of, and for the whole two and a half years I’d been up there I woke up every morning and went to bed every night feening for that noise.

  But just like chickenhead girls followed stars around making noise, trouble followed us too. The trouble that almost fucked me up for good caught up with me at the worst possible moment and almost took me out.

  It was the middle of my junior year, and aside from the honeys, my shit was way less raggedy than it had been when I got here. I was the team’s leading scorer and Coach had named me as assistant team captain. I was getting shit done in most of my classes, and on top of that, I was spending a little more time with Sly. That niggah musta thought he was my daddy for real cause he got a kick outta putting me down on all the crazy shit he’d done. He called his time at Syracuse his “college career to nowhere,” and just like T.C. and Miss Lady, Sly cautioned me to keep my focus on graduating first, then getting into the NBA. I was listening too, and my stats was proof of that. My grades were cool, and if I kept scoring and assisting like I was doing, I was almost sure to get a real low number as somebody’s draft pick.

  It was a Friday night and we’d just waxed North Carolina’s ass at a home game. Me and a crew of ballers was drinking and partying at a sorority house and there were more fine-ass honeys up in there than the whole team coulda handled. After all that funky shit with those Delta girls, I’d chilled on all the wild fucking for a few. But tonight was my night. We’d busted some North Carolina ass and I’d been awarded the game MVP, and Coach had let it slip that Sporting News had named me as a candidate for the College Player of the Year Award.

  I rolled up playing a sweatshirt that said CANDY LICKER on the front. Chicks was pointing at it and covering their mouths, their eyes twinkling with glee. They was giggly and laughing and shit, but every one of them was hoping to be the one to get that candy licked.

  My dick was hard and hungry, and I was cracking on this slim sexy sistah. Her name was Breezy and she had a tight little frame with some gapped bowlegs. I knew she was fuckin with one of them thick Nupe niggahs on the football team, but since he wasn’t here to block the play on his pussy, I was doing my best to get up in it.

  “Damn,” I said, moving her long hair to the side so I could get closer to her neck. I licked her collarbone and let my tongue slide up to her ear. “You smell like ice cream, baby girl.”

  The living room floor was packed with dancing bodies, and I was sitting in a love seat with Breezy in my lap. I put my arms around her and held her tight, pulling her down to me as I grinded and pushed my dick up against her. “I bet,” I told her, moving up and down real slow, “you taste like ice cream too.”

  She laughed and kissed me. Her tongue was long and slim, just like her body, and I knew right away I was getting me some of that pussy. Some shit was just guaranteed to work. The minute you even hinted around like you was game to eat some pussy, chicks got wet and started feening to hump on your face.

  And I didn’t disappoint them neither. I liked sucking pussy for the same reason I liked fuckin without a glove. I got off on that stuff. I liked the way it felt. A girl could rub her pussy juice on me seven days a week. All over me. I liked the way that thang smelled on my face. The way it got sticky on my fingers. The way it wet my dick up and coated me with every stroke.

  “You hungry?” Breezy asked me, and by the look in her face I knew she wasn’t talking about no food.

  “Yeah,” I said. I slid my hand between her legs and tapped her pussy with two fingers. “For some of this right here.” I bit my bottom lip and nodded down at her stuff. “I wanna eat that stuff you got right there.”

  Breezy took me in one of the small rooms, and we cleared some shit off the bed. I fell on top of her and gripped her ass with both hands. She was a lot slimmer than most girls I usually went for, but she had wide hips and just enough ass to catch my eye.

  “Don’t do that shit!” she said. She tried to get away from me as I licked and sucked a spot right above her left nipple. I kept right on sucking. I knew what time it was. She wanted this dick, but didn’t want that thick-headed niggah of hers to bust her wearing the evidence.

  I made sure I gave her a real nice hickey, then let my lips drop down to her nipple. She moaned as I rubbed her pussy through her pants and let my lips and teeth work her nipple into a rock. I wanted to be inside her but I forced myself to slow down.

  Breezy was breathing real heavy. She pulled my mouth to her other breast and I took good care of that one too. It didn’t take us long to get out our clothes, and when we did I liked what Breezy was holding even more. Her waist was so tiny I could wrap my whole hand around it. And even though she was slim, her hips were round and her butt was soft and full.

  “Turn around,” I told her. I bent her over a small desk, and she leaned on her elbows, giving me a wide-eye view of her ass. I stood behind her bumping her flesh with my dick as I played with her jiggling breasts.

  She moaned as my hands slid down her curved waist and cupped her hips. I nudged her legs a little wider, then swiped my fingers between her wet lips. “Yeah,” I whispered as I put them to my mouth and licked them one at a time. “This pussy tastes just like ice cream too.”

  Her ass cheeks were quivering as I slid two fingers between her lips. “Aggghh,” she moaned deep in her throat.

  “It’s all good,” I whispered. I moved my fingers back and forth, sliding them deep inside her hot spot. I pressed her asshole with my thumb, and her body jerked.

  “Why you do that?” she yelped, turning her head to look at me.

  “Shhhh…,” I told her, sliding my fingers in and out of her again. “Relax, girl. Thug’s about to make that ass feel real good.”

  I dropped to my knees behind her and finger-fucked her until her knees got weak. She was moaning and bucking her ass back when I took my hand outta her wet pussy and stuck my face up in it. I ate that pussy out from the back, and when sweat started dripping from her butt cheeks I licked that up too.

  Her whole body was sweating by the time I laid her on the edge of the bed. I got back on my knees and placed her feet on my shoulders, and went back to work, licking that sweet brown kitty cat and sucking her clit like it was a swollen cherry.

  “Thuggggg!” She screeched, digging her heels into my shoulders while raising her ass off the bed. She grabbed her own jiggling titties and screwed her face up in a sex mask. “I’m gonna cummmm!”

  I didn’t answer her. My mouth was on her pussy, and my finger was in her ass.

  She had cried out at first when I touched her asshole, but I ignored her until she was screaming for more. I let her come twice, then I stood up and eased her the long way on the bed. She was whispering my name over and over. Begging me to fuck her. I laid on top of her and felt her soft thighs brush my skin as she wrapped her long legs around m
y waist. I put my dick inside her and started grinding deep and slow. She rolled her hips to my pace, and I felt myself knocking the shit outta her walls.

  “Fuck this pussy,” she panted in my ear. Her long hair was all over the bed. “Do it to me, Thug. Slam that fat dick in Jay’s stuff. Your dick is so much bigger than his, Thug. You fuck me so much better than he do….”

  The more shit she talked the faster I stroked. “This your pussy, niggah! Not Jay’s. This shit is wet and thumping for you, Thug. You hear me? For you!”

  I hollered out loud when I exploded inside her. She dug her heels into my butt, sucking my dick as deep inside as it would go. Her pussy muscles was clamping on me. Squeezing my milk into her warm inner folds.

  I pressed my mouth to hers and tongued her softly. Letting her taste her own pussy on my lips. Then I got up and left her laying there. Her legs was wide open, and she was knocked out sleep with a satisfied smile on her face.

  I had to take a piss real bad. From the sounds coming from the living room I knew the party was still live. I walked across the hall and opened a door that coulda been a bathroom, and it was.

  “Damn! My bad!” I said when I saw all that stuff I saw.

  “W-w-wait!” she hollered, holding up her hand and reaching for a towel. “Don’t go nowhere, boo. I was just getting out. You good.”

  I’d caught her coming out of the shower and beads of water was still on her dark chocolate skin.

  She smiled. “I seen you go off with Breezy. She okay?”

  I nodded. “She’s sleep.”

  The chick was a little bit on the heavy side, and I was holding my dick hoping she would hurry up and get out so I could pee.

  “Go ’head,” she said, nodding toward the toilet. “I got six brothers, boy. They used to piss in front of me all the time. Here.” She faced the shower. “I’ll turn around and give you some privacy. I gotta put some oil on my skin, but you just go right ahead and do what you gotta do.”

  I didn’t have no choice. I pulled out my dick and started pissing in a hot whoosh.

  “You that rapper guy on the basketball team, right?”

  I held my dick and nodded. Fuck facing the shower. She was dead on me.

  “Yeah. I be seeing you doing your thang on the court. I’m Dee-Dee.” She moved closer and kept drying herself off. “You need to drink more water, boo. Your dick smells like ammonia. Smells like pussy too.”

  I pushed hard to squeeze out my last few drops.

  “Whassup,” I said, when I was finished. She’d dropped her towel and was standing naked in front of me. Her stomach was a little heavy, and her nipples were hard.

  She turned around and started rubbing baby oil all over her nice plump ass with both hands.

  “Ain’t nothing up. Can you rub a little oil on my back for me?”

  She reached around and poured some in my hand, and I rubbed it on her shoulders.

  “So you said Breezy is okay, right?”

  “Yeah. She fine.”

  She laughed. “I know. Skinny girls like her get all the play. If I got half as much attention as she got I’d be happy.”

  I knew exactly what her problem was. And if she thought just cause she was a little heavy around the middle a star like me was too good to bend her wide black ass over and fuck the shit outta her, she was wrong. Thug liked big girls too.

  I was covered in baby oil and smelling like two pussies when I walked outta that bathroom. Dee-Dee was laying on the bathroom floor. Sighing and singing. Another satisfied customer.

  A crunk cut was blasting in the living room, and I was on my way in there to get something to drink when one of my boys hollered out for me to come upstairs. I was a little tired from the big game and all that fuckin, but I jogged up the steps and went in a room where about eight or nine of my orange brothers were smoking weed and watching this hot chick dancing up on a dresser.

  Somebody passed me a beer, and I sat on the floor with my knees up, watching her move her body. She was real yellow and had small breasts and a big phat ass. She had some thighs that had niggahs going wild.

  “Dance wit’ me!” A baller we called Hiccup yelled. Hiccup was drunk, and when he tried to snatch the jawn down off the dresser niggahs started beefing and telling him to let her get back up there and shake her ass.

  The girl was laughing and tossing her hair and gyrating her hips. She turned around and started clapping her booty cheeks, and somebody slapped her phat banana ass so hard I could see his handprint. I whistled along with everybody else when she opened her legs and started playing in her own pussy, but I was all fucked out and didn’t get turned on at all.

  “Take all that shit off!” somebody hollered, and the jawn laughed some more and pulled off her shirt. Her titties wasn’t no more than a mouthful, and she held a forty up and poured that shit all over her body.

  Niggahs was swarming. Tongues out and lips smacking. Trying to drink that beer dripping offa her. I was sitting there laughing when my cell phone rang.

  “Dre?”

  I stuck my finger in my free ear.

  “Who dis?”

  “Dre! It’s me, goddammit!”

  It was Muddah.

  Them niggahs was wildin’ hard on that girl. I got up and walked out the room so I could hear her better.

  “Whassup, baby!”

  “Andre.”

  Just the way she said my name made my heart freeze.

  “What’s goin on, Muddah?”

  She sniffled back tears. “It’s Noojie, baby. She got real sick, Dre. And she wouldn’t go to the hospital.”

  “And what you saying? What the fuck you saying, Muddah?”

  She was really crying now.

  “She’s gone, Dre. Noojie’s gone.”

  I didn’t say shit. I just held the phone to my ear. Listening to Muddah cry softly.

  “Dre? You there? Did you hear what the fuck I just said? Noojie is gone! Your mother is DEAD!” It took a long time before I could open my mouth and say a single word.

  Finally, “What happened?”

  Muddah sniffed some more. “They said it mighta been her heart. She wasn’t feeling good, and she fell out in the street. Over there on Lenox Avenue. She was laying in the gutter, Dre. All out in the rain. People walked past her cause they thought she was drunk and passed out, but then some church lady got off the bus and went over to try and get her up. But she was dead, baby. She was already dead.”

  Guilt snaked all up in my chest, trying to kill me.

  I tightened my stomach, reaching for that cold, hard part of my heart. But this time I couldn’t find it.

  “No…,” I whispered and for the first time since Miss Lady had whipped my ass with that house shoe, I broke all the way down. “Don’t be telling me no shit like that, Muddah.”

  “Dre, you gotta come home, you hear? I’ma try to find out who to call to get Smoove here, but the people say they need you to tell ’em what to do with the body.”

  “I’m coming home,” I whispered. I felt the tears running down my face as I stumbled down the steps and pushed through a wall of bodies to get out the door. “I’m outta here right now.”

  Chapter 17

  I didn’t tell nobody I was leaving.

  Dave was sleeping at his desk when I got to the room. I wrote him a quick note and left it right next to him. I knew where he kept his stash, so I went in his closet and got his winter hat and counted out ten twenty-dollar bills. I grabbed a gym bag, stuck a few pieces of clothing down in it, and bounced.

  I got down to the Greyhound station at a little after one. The next bus wasn’t leaving until six thirty in the morning, and if I coulda walked my ass back to Harlem I would have. Aside from the dude selling tickets, the bus station was almost empty, and I was the only black person up in there. Two white girls sat across from me and ran their mouths talking a bunch of nonsense, and when I looked at them they both smiled big like they wanted me to say something to them.

  I put my head back and clo
sed my eyes. All I could see was Noojie. I felt fucked up behind the way I had talked to her the last time she called me. Somebody had let her use their cell phone, and I was busy and edgy when she called.

  “I ain’t seen you in so long, baby,” Noojie had whined. “And you don’t never call. If it wasn’t for Muddah I wouldn’t know nothing about how you doing.”

  “I’m in college, Noojie!” I had snapped on her. “I’m good. I just ain’t got a lotta time to be on no phone.”

  “Well when I’ma see you then? When they gone let you come home for a visit?”

  I got aggie like a motherfucker.

  “I’on’t know, Noojie. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

  “I’m sick, Dre,” she had insisted. “I ain’t been feeling too good.”

  A niggah had actually chuckled. “Leave that crack alone and grab a cheeseburger, ma. You be aiight.”

  College had gone to my head real bad, and my attitude toward her had been totally fucked up. And it was even more fucked up that my moms had died in the street like a raggedy dog before I could get put on with the NBA and show her what I could do with my life.

  Memories tried to push up on me, but I forced myself to stay cold. All I wanted to do was get back to Harlem and bury my moms. Noojie mighta been a crackhead, and yeah, our lives coulda been a lot better. But it coulda been worse too. She’d kept a roof over our heads and put what she could in our stomachs. I had never met my father, and Precious’s daddy had gotten smoked before she was even born. Noojie ain’t never had nobody to fend for her in this world except her damn self. And still, she’d raised three hardhead boys—two who wasn’t even hers—and watched her baby girl get murdered right on her front stoop. When I thought about all the shit Noojie had been through, from drugs and no-good men, to a son who deep down inside had loved her, but still broke her heart over and over again, I was surprised she hadn’t dropped dead sooner.

  All of this was filling my head by the time the bus rolled up. I got on and walked all the way to the back. I wasn’t trying to be nowhere near them two white girls who was still running they mouths.