It was one year later, almost to the day that the same thing happened again. It was in between my soft more and jr year in high school. I met a girl. Can’t really remember where I met her at. I remember what she looks like though. She was dark skinned and wore glasses. Usually when you think about a person who wears glasses their a nerd. She may or may not have been, but that’s not the impression that she gave off. I don’t remember meeting her. I don’t remember going to her house, but I do remember being in her house. Her parents were not there. it was just us. The apartment was dark, with no lights. in the glow of the street light outside, I could see that the bed, covered in black satin sheets, and a black down comforter. the frame was black also. Shiny black though, from laquor. I remember she had the most amazing body I had seen at the time. from the neck up she was a geek. but from the neck down, she could’ve been a stripper. 44DD titties. I remember because I asked. they were the biggest that I had ever seen. no stomach. Huge ass, and sexy hips. she was a beautiful chocolate specimen.
And she was extremely sexual. the way she talked. the things she said. she mesmerized me with her vulgar vocabulary. She was not afraid to ask me to come to her house and have sex with her. I was drawn in like eulisys to a siren. She was the second girl I have ever had give me oral sex. And the first to give it to me like she loved it. There was so much sexual energy there. She reminded me of the porn movies I had snuck and watched when my parents were asleep. but what I remember the most about her, was that she was so willing to please. Like nothing I had ever seen before. She put her mouth on every part of my body, and made it seem as if she had a clitoris on her tongue, the way she got such immense pleasure from everything she was doing to me. I was amazed and hooked. until the morning.
The first weird thing was her brother waking me up. Here I was lying in bed, in a strange house naked, with this naked girl clinging to me, and this guy walks in. I remember noticing his build. he was strong looking. Gave off the impression of a middle level drug dealer. He wore timbs, and had a gold chain draping from his neck. Scared the crap out of me. What really scared me though, is her not even budging. not even batting an eye about being seen in bad by her brother naked with some strange guy. Neither did he. He acted like it was no big deal. He got whatever he came in the room for, spoke to his sister as if I wasn’t even there, and left.
She got up and fixed me breakfast, I nervously went back to sleep. Then I was startled again what must’ e been only 156 min later. Her mother came in with some guy. standing right at the foot of the bed I’m lying in, looking at me naked. she asked me what had I done to her daughter. I stared at her, not knowing what to say, and her daughter popped up from behind her with a plate of eggs and bacon. Her mother asked again, what have you done to my daughter. She never cooks. Damn, one night with some dick and she waking up cooking eggs and bacon!
This was the first time I had seen a family that was so open and causal about sex. in my house, we never talked about it. I don’t even remember getting “the talk”. the only thing either of my parents ever said to me about sex was “wait until your prom night”. Little did they know that I had already lost my virginity. but anyway here I was lying in bed with no clothes on talking to the mother of the girl that I had just spent the night fucking about how I had just spent the night fucking her daughter. It was too weired for me. I ate my eggs, put my clothes on and left with some excuse about how I’d be back. Chocolate had a strange look on her face, like she knew I’d leave in the morning. A look as if she’d been here a few times, was used to men leaving. Didn’t like it, but accepted it. I never saw that girl again, but every time I walked passed her window I was reminded about her potent sexuality. She wasn’t my first, but she was my first one night stand. I wished for years that I had bumped into her again.
When I left the chocolate girls house It hit me. That same thing that hits every kid who does something wrong. It’s really fun doing something you’re not supposed to do, while you’re doing it. but then when it’s time to pay the piper, you get really scared. I remember going to sit on a bench and thinking about what my mother had said to me 1 year before. If you ever stay out all night without again, you may as well not come back, because if you do, I’m going to beat your ass, and kick you right back out. I thought long and hard about that. My mom struck absolute fear in my heart. I still have marks on my body to this day from where she beat me with a hanger. you can see the impression from hook of the hanger, permanently branded on my arm.
to this day my mother thinks I planned on leaving. My grandmother also. my mother used to tell me, if you were ready to leave home, you could’ve at least come to me like a man, you didn’t have to sneak and leave. She thinks it was a long elaborate plot. She doesn’t know that I just didn’t come home because I was scared of getting my ass whooped. I figured, hey, if you’re going to beat me and kick me out anyway, I may as well stay gone, and not take that ass whooping. So I did.
I went to my friend Darryl’s house. I walked to his house, rang the door bell, walked up stairs, and said, “Darryl, I’m going to stay here now”. He said ok. And that was that.
I remember feeling.. .. .. free.
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