Jamaican Me Go Crazy Sneak Preview.... by Keisha starr
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“Jamaican me Go Crazy” Synopsis
Jamaica Johnson has always dealt with drama in her life, whether she’s coming up with plans on deceiving her parents or simply on one of her unnecessary paper chase. She grew up in a household filled with money and luxury, which at a very young age had embedded a certain lifestyle in her that she vows to keep at any cost. Now every parent wants their child to have big dreams, however, Jamaica wants to do it B.I.G with “little” to “no” effort.
Jamaica, alongside her best friend Myesha Thompson who also has her fair share of problems was in desperate need for fast cash. After a shocking encounter with an old classmate, Nina, who enlightens the girls on how she makes her big bucks, the three came up with a brilliant idea that was sure to satisfy everyone’s hunger for riches.
With Jamaica’s assets, Myesha’s brilliance, and Nina’s street connections, the threesome managed to form a very risky yet profitable business called “Las Chicas.” With their motto, “Home away from Home,” these girls rope in some other go-getters to become household names in the streets of Baltimore.
But as we know, money and fortune gives power. And with power there’s always problems lurking around the corner. Lifelong friendships and marriages are put to the test in this shocking urban fiction. Valuable lessons are taught but does anyone wipe the dollar signs away from their eyes in time to see the light? You have to read it for yourself! This book will leave you at the end of your seat demanding a sequel.
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Chapter 2
The Juice Maker
The next morning my mother dropped us off at the Towson Town Center to go shopping for some summer clothes. Knowing good and well that Myesha’s mother was more than likely somewhere smoking up their social security check rather than purchasing clothes for her children, my mother gave us both some money so that Myesha wouldn’t feel left out. This was something that both of my parents always did and I really appreciated the way they stepped in and treated my friend.
“Find a victim and trap his ass for the rest of his life,” was the thought in my head. I went to sleep with ideas in my mind and I had already come up with a scheme for today. As soon as we woke up that morning, I lied to my mom. I told her that we had a ride back home from the mall just to make sure she didn’t come back to pick us up. I told her that my classmate Paula was meeting us at the mall and that her mother was picking us up when we were all done. I couldn’t believe that I got away with that since it was evident that I had no friends at school. I even told her that we were going to the movies after we’re all done shopping just to buy some extra time and it worked perfectly. My mother didn’t suspect a thing; she didn’t even think twice about it.
“Just make sure you’re home by ten o’clock,” she ordered. I reassured her that I would be there by nine instead.” I almost convinced myself.
“Well alright then. You two be safe and do not talk to any strangers while you are at the mall. There are some real crazy people in this world. If you have any problems call me on my cell phone and I’ll come back and pick you up.” She was talking foolishly to me because I’m not a child. I’m a 16 year old teenager who knew how to beat a stranger down if he tried to kidnap my ass.
As soon my mother pulled off Myesha and I headed straight into the ladies room to put on some clothes that I packed for us earlier that morning while everyone was still asleep.
“Here, change into this and put on some make-up,” I ordered as I handed Myesha her outfit for today.
“You didn’t tell me we were playing the clothes switch-a-rue today.”
“I know I didn’t but don’t worry about all that. Hurry up and get dressed so we can bounce up out of here.”
We then went into the extra small bathroom stalls and tousled to get our clothes on. Finally after putting up a fight we both came out and looked over each other. Perfect…We both looked extraordinary considering I didn’t put any thought into the clothes that I packed. I was sporting my ass hugging Levi mini skirt with a light blue tank top. Myesha changed into a pair of ripped jeans and a off the shoulder belly-skin top. Little Miss Perfect didn’t mind dressing up in sexy clothes. She in fact liked it a little more than I did. She never even questioned why we were changing; she just like how we looked in our outfits. On the same note it wasn’t uncommon for me to steal my mother’s clothes and change in the school bathroom before class. Myesha knew all my tricks so she paid me no mind and asked no questions about my motives today.
When we stepped out of that bathroom we transformed from teenagers into women. No one would have believed for a second that we were as young as we were and I knew it. We looked like two normal Towson State University students walking through the mall looking absolutely hot and tempting.
Everywhere we turned, boys as well as grown men were trying to approach us. Usually, I would keep walking and ignoring their pursuits but today I was stopping and taking numbers left to right; although I didn’t see anyone that fit the description of the type of guy that I had in mind. From noon to 4 pm, we walked that mall to its entirety and I didn’t see a fool insight with money. Everyone I met were even my age so that meant they were living off of mom and dad money just as I or they just plain looked broke down as hell. This was going to take a little longer than I anticipated. I was beginning to run out of patience with these penniless men and their weak tired pick up lines.
“Say honey, are you a spokes model for Colgate because your smile is beautiful.” After that sad gimmick, I knew it was time to take my ass home. I’ve seen it all today and I was worn out and so was Myesha.
“JJ I’m tired of walking back and forth and forth and back through this mall. We’ve look in every store at least twice and now it’s time to go.” She looked down at her watch and began to pat her heels on the ground which made me very annoyed. “Where’s your friend that’s suppose to meet us here? And what time is this movie going to start?” What a koo-koo brain I thought to myself. Her brains had to be circumcised at birth I tell you. Anyone else would have caught on to the bullshit but not Myesha. It’s a good thing that I’m her friend because people would be able to walk all over her not because she’s timid but for her lack of street smarts.
“Myesha there is no friend coming. I only said that to my mother so that she wouldn’t come back and to pick us up.” I smiled devilishly at Myesha as she instantly began to panic with concern written all over her face. “I told you last night what my business plans were so don’t act all surprised now.”
“Why would you do that Jamaica? Now how are we supposed to get home? I can’t believe you did this. I told you that I have a boyfriend already and that I do not want to make money this way.” I flashed my hands up in her face, instantly shutting her up.
“Please, please, please shut up Myesha. You are bugging the hell out of me right now. You know what, since you’re sooo in love with Marcus, why don’t you call him to come pick us up? Opps, I just remember his broke ass aint got a pair of skates much less a car to come rescue your ass in.”
“Well at least I got a man that I’m happy with. If you had somebody that loved you like I do then you wouldn’t be out here trying to score.” Was she for real? What the hell did she have? I was man-less by force not by choice because I always compared every guy that I dated to my father. If he couldn’t afford to keep me jiggy and icy as Lucky did, then what’s the point of being with him? I was not going to give my goods away to just about anyone because it was a privilege just to hold my hands much less get in these panties. You had to be bringing something extra to my table to get with a dime like me.
“Bitch please you and your man are both living home with your parents. You’ve been with Marcus for over a year now and you don’t even have a friendship band to show for it. Like I said tell him to swing by on his skates and come pick you up so you won’t have to worry about getting home.”
Myesha’s entire face turned red as we began arguing back and forth in the middle 0of the mall like we didn’t come there together. After saying my piece I began to walk back to the front of the mall entrance to call my mother to tell her that my friend stood me up and that I needed her to come back and pick us up after all. Of course Myesha was still behind me fussing about me disrespecting her broke ass man.
“For real Jamaica you’re going to stop talking trash about my man because he might not be much but he’s mines.”
“This is my mouth and I can talk about whoever and whatever I please and right now talking about dirt-the-jerk pleases me so fall back with that stand-by-your-man shit.”
“Yes I will stand by my man because I have one to stand by…”
Myesha was going off behind me as I tuned her out while walking outside the front entrance. I paused up on the argument for a second to make my call to my mother. Just as I prepared to dial her cell phone number, my attention was immediately drawn to a truck heading towards our direction with a banging ass audio system. As I glanced inside the truck I took notice to my future baby daddy pulling up in an apple shade Cadillac Escalade. The dude inside was fine as hell and I was instantly love struck.
He was pumping Biggie’s “Ready to Die” CD out of his earsplitting speakers and that’s exactly how I felt. I was ready to die and go to Heaven. I would say he was rolling on 24s and that’s what I’m talking about. I had to get his attention some how because he was hot for sure! I didn’t even feel like arguing with Myesha anymore. Getting this dude’s attention was the only thing on my agenda at the moment.
Myesha was still arguing with me but frankly all I was hearing was blah, blah, blah.
“Esha forget about all of that shit,” I interjected. “Do you see that fine ass boy in that truck? I got to get him. I know he’s got some loot because his ride looks expensive. This has got to be a sign. I was just talking about this last night with you. This is what we’ve been walking around all day in the mall for.”
Myesha spun around about 3 times trying to figure out who I was talking about. I know she was going to have something smart to say as usual.
“Jamaica I see the truck but that’s no boy, that’s a grown-ass man sitting inside. He’s not even going to look at you. Bitch you still got breast milk on your lips. A man like that wants a woman. He’ll probably be more attracted to your mother than you.” Myesha started to laugh at me, which only made matters worse. Now I was mad and I was going to get this dude for sure. Nobody doubts Jamaica Johnson’s man pulling skills especially this lame dame standing in front of me.
“Boy, man they’re all the same. They all got the same brains that they think with between their legs. He can’t refuse me because I look too good. That’s what we need girl, someone with a hot ride that we can pull up to curve and floss in. We need some street connections. Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth to school? Listen up here, there’s nothing cute about standing on the bus stop all dressed up.”
“Go for what you know then.” Myesha replied as she shook her head in disbelief still laughing at me. “Go ahead and get your love connection on. See your ass back in a little bit when he tells you to get your young ass away from his truck. He’s a man JJ, he wants a woman not a little girl.”
I paid Myesha’s smart remark no mind as I pulled my hair out of the ballerina bun it was wrapped in to make it fall down to my back. I refreshed my NYX strawberry flavored lip-gloss on my lips so he could fantasize about me using it on him. Nothing turns a man on more than to see a sexy brood with some seductive shiny lips. I looked very hot and enticing and I knew it. It was only a matter of time before the driver of that truck noticed also. In all honesty I was still a virgin at the time but my little coochie has been jumping for about a year now. I’ve heard stories about sex and I was eager to try it out for myself. Even Miss Prissy Myesha was having sex with her boyfriend Marcus.
Myesha reluctantly waited on the sidewalk as I sashayed across the walkway. “This is going to be amusing,” she uttered loud enough for me to hear as I stepped off the curve.
I walked passed the truck and winked my eye at the driver as he tried to make his way through the busy intersection of the mall. Oh, I gave him my America’s Next Top Model walk too! When he looked up and saw this ass jiggle and wiggle pass him, he nearly crashed into the car in front of him; he slammed on his brakes and his truck jerked. Skuuuurrr!
I proceeded to keep walking as if I was going to use the pay phone when I heard someone beeping their horn at me. I knew it was him so I played my cards right. I kept on walking until he blew his horn a second time; you know playing like I wasn’t pressed for his attention. I turned around seductively making sure my hair flashed and blew in the wind like Mariah Carey on a video shoot.
He waved his hands and said, “Come here for a minute baby,” as he motioned for me to come over towards his direction. I wanted to run and jump in his arms like white people do on TV when they’re in love. The gravity and air between us seemed to shorten by the seconds. I was drawn to this boy like we where both magnets but still I had to play hard to get.
“If you think I’m worth the walk, you come to me,” I assured him. I was young but I wasn’t a fool. You had to lay shit down from day one so they know what they have in store. If you walk to a man once he’ll expect you to walk to him always. Yea I was the one trying to bag him, but he didn’t know it so I was still in control.
He started to smile showing off his white pearl-colored teeth as I walked towards him. I was so relieved when he opened up his mouth and not a drop of gold was present; I hate all that Flava-Flav shit.
“If you think I’m worth it you meet me half way too,” he replied as he parked and got out of the truck.
Myesha couldn’t believe that I was going to actual pull this man. I could tell by the way she kept smiling and shaking her head in skepticism. When the brother got out the truck, I felt like I had gotten myself in a tight position. He looked so masculine. You got to remember that I was still a child just trying to act grown. This was no boy all right this was a real man. He was cut from head to toe; I mean 50 Cent kind of built. It’s funny how a truck could hide so much of a person. His chest was so ripped and sexy. He really had it going on for himself.
We both walked and met each other half way. “I can’t believe you were just going to walk by me like that and walk right out of life. Shorty you got to give me the honor of at least knowing your name.” A smile brushed across my face without my knowledge. As I caught a glimpse of my reflection on the mirror of his truck, I noticed that my face was painted red. I’ve never felt so attracted to someone like this before. Simple-minded me, I couldn’t even answer the questions he was throwing out to me. “Can I give you a ride to where you’re going?” His voice was so deep and manly. It almost startled me yet I caught a grip of myself and kept my composure.
“Maybe! Can I at least get your name before I jump into your ride? Right now you’re a total stranger and I don’t ride with strangers.” As I spit my game to him I couldn’t help but to think about the speech my mother just gave me on talking to strangers. “You two be safe and do not talk to any strangers while you are at the mall. There are some real crazy people in this world,” is her exact words. Ha, I laughed to myself because the irony of it all was humorous to me.
“My name is Deshawn but you can call me Shawn for short.” I started to smile again, for what reason I don’t know. It’s like I couldn’t stop smiling for nothing. I could tell how pleased he was to see my pretty dimples. He kept telling me how much of a pretty smile I had.
“My name is “Jamaica but my friends call me JJ.”
“Are you from Jamaica because I’ve heard that Jamaican women are crazy as shit.” That question usually comes up a lot when I tell someone my name so at least I was familiar with that question.
“No I’m not from Jamaica but my mother is. And she’s not tooo crazy,” I assured him as he started to laugh. I was hoping and praying that he was laughing because he found my joke amusing and not because I was sounding stupid. I needed to keep his mind occupied. I licked my lips to keep it moist and also to remind him that indeed I had a tongue inside my mouth. As soon as he saw my wet lollipop lickers, I saw in his eyes that I had him captivated.
"I know your feet's tired from all that mall walking? I’m not going to kidnap you I just want to give you a ride and get to know you a little better."
"Well since we official know each other now, maybe I’ll take your offer for that ride," I replied as I pulled my hair back behind my ears. The boy couldn’t stop looking me up and down. I know he was thinking about having sex with me. He had that seductive look in his eyes. Shit I was getting turned on myself with his swollen pants front bulging in front of me. I wondered was his pockets just as big as or better yet bigger than his other obvious assets. For me his dick could be as quick as a thought, as long as his money was long. I’ll make love to his pockets all night long, you feel me!
“You’re so pretty. I know you’re man is not too far away from you because if you were my girl, I would’ve put an alarm around your neck.” Oh my goodness the man was making me blush all over again. I mean I knew I was pretty and all but he was feeding and expanding my already enlarged ego. By this time I wasn’t nervous at all anymore. My confidence came rushing back to me like a boomerang.
“Well if I belonged to you, you wouldn’t have to do that. I’m usually a good girl when I have a good man by my side. Now I can also be a bad girl at the right time when I got a good man beside me also. It all depends on which part of me you need at the moment.” He then pulled in and slightly bit his bottom lip as he examined me from head to toe. This man looked so appealing and his muscles were tantalizing. I couldn’t wait to call him my boyfriend. All my friends would be so jealous of me. I don’t relatively know how to explain it but at that very moment, I knew I had this fish caught on my hook. It was only a matter of time before I reeled his ass in.
"Are you sure your man ain't going to see you riding with me and flip out because I don't feel like beefing with nobody today." He walked over to the passenger side of the door and opened it up for me. “I know you got a man somewhere.”
"I don't have a man baby. I wasn't looking for one until a minute ago." I sat down into the truck and pulled up my skirt shorter so my long legs could show even more.
For a minute, I almost forgot about Myesha. I looked up and saw her waving her hands in the air like she was a bird about to fly off. I should leave her butt out there just to teach her a lesson. Never underestimate Jamaica Johnson!
"My sister is across the street and we’re a package deal. If you give me a ride, you got to give her one too.” I was talking so soft and sexy; I swear you would have thought I was a late night disk jockey. I knew he was going to say yes. I already had his mind intrigued.
“Where is your sister, he asked as he looked around at all the other girls walking in and out of the mall entrance.
“She’s right there across the street; the one standing next to the guy in the blue cap.” I was tempted to say the asshole with the stupid look on her face.
“Sure tell her to come on,” he replied as he opened up his door.
I gestured for Myesha to come over and when she did let me tell you sweat was running down all over her face. The timid little girl looked like she was about to wet her pants. She almost blew my cover. Every second Deshawn kept looking in the rear view mirror at her and asking is she okay. I had to keep jumping in and answering for her. If she messed this up for me I was going to kick her ass and probably never speak to her again; that’s how serious this was to me.
“So where do you live sweetheart?” Damn, I almost forgot that I was someone’s 16 year old child. I couldn’t pull up in my driveway in Mr. Handsome’s truck. I had to think quickly before he got suspicious.
“Park Heights,” I answered hoping that Myesha didn’t make a sound. I couldn’t let him take me home so I sucked it up and gave him directions to Myesha’s house even though I was warned not to go around the old neighborhood. My father told me not to go to Beehler Ave. but he never said Park Heights. I gave him Myesha’s address and sat back in the truck quietly as I tried to figure out how I was going to get out of this one.
We pulled up on Park Heights Ave. and I tell you my heart began to pound like steal drums in a go-go band. After Myesha got out of the truck and went into her house, Deshawn and I remained inside his truck to converse further. We exchanged numbers and made plans to go on a date later on that night. Yes, I was sinking deeper and deeper into a quicksand made out of lies and deceit but what else could I do? I was so hyped up that I had to literally refrain from jumping up and down. Through probing and casual conversation, I found out that he was 26 years old. Wow, that’s 10 years older than I am! Who would have thought that he would have believed that I was really 19 years old? I swear when pussy is in front of a man, they become dumb, deaf, and blind.
I could tell Deshawn was feeling me bad as hell. When he asked me out, he kept saying, “I need to see you again beautiful.” Shit if only he knew I wanted to see him a little more than he wanted to see me. He called me beautiful and said he needed to see me again, now how could a girl say no to that, huh?
After he finally pulled off, I went and sat in Myesha’s house trying to come up with a working plan to bring all the pieces together. I needed to stay out tonight with a grown man and I needed not to get caught. That was my mission statement. Now I had to lay down the foundation of my plan.
Myesha kept shaking her head at me every time I came up with a strategy. One by one she shot down every idea and warned me to cancel my date. “I’m telling you JJ be careful. Your father will kill you if he finds out about this. Maybe you should pass this one up.”
I was in creep mode so I couldn’t hear a word she was saying to me. The truth is I purposely tuned her out a long time ago. Shit, her thoughts and opinion to this situation have been on mute since last night in my room as far as I was concerned. I was lost in my own world, deep in thoughts when Ms. Kendra, Myesha’s mother, walked in and interrupted me.
“Heeeey JJ let me borrow $10.00 till morning.” This lady hasn’t seen me in God knows when yet asking for money was the first thing that came out of her mouth. But the worst part was her overall appearance. I couldn’t believe how small she had gotten.
I remembered once looking through Myesha’s old photo album when I was a child and seeing a picture of Mrs. Kendra when she took up modern dance in college. She was doing some sort of jump with both legs in the air and I tell you she made it look so easy. It was almost as if she was an eagle with her wings spread firmly in the midst of the atmosphere. Her body was in top notch shape and she looked so beautiful. I don’t know why that point of her life flashed back to me as I watched her barely able to hold up her own body weight but it did. I can sincerely say it was a sad moment for me. She looked horrible. She even sounded like a junky. Her words were dragging out and when she walked it looked as if someone was pushing her from the back. I could tell Myesha was embarrassed so I tried not to stare too hard at her mother but I couldn’t help it.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any money right now Mrs. K. How are you doing anyway?” I could clearly see how she was doing. It was a dumb question to ask but nothing else came to mind.
“I’m fine. So you don’t have the money right? Then I guess I’ll see you later. Bye Myesha. Your sister is upstairs, watch her tonight.” Her words rushed out of her mouth as fast as a speeding bullet. It was obvious that once she realized she wasn’t getting any money from me, she didn’t have much to say.
Now this was such a pretty lady back in her day with a family and a promising future. Life sent her one curb ball and her hopes and dreams all washed to sea. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Myesha didn’t even respond nor elaborated to her demands. She just rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen.
Once Ms. Kendra left out the front door and the surprise of seeing her wore off, I was back on the scheming ship which I planned on setting sail very soon. I went into gangster mode just as my mother use to do so I could cook up a nice story for her ass. Isn’t it ironic I was pretending to be my mother, just to deceive her and get away with it? She was good at what she did, so I knew I had to be at least 50 steps ahead of her every time. Just as she trained me to lie and say that we were visiting my invisible grandmother when she was smuggling money and drugs across the state, I was also training to deceive her once I got older to smuggle some dick in my life. I had to think like her. I had to become Mary Johnson in order to get away with this plot tonight.
I sat long and hard putting my story together; making sure that no loose strings were hanging off the side. I had to be convincing and believable or else I would get caught lying as fast as I opened my mouth. I was dealing with the master so I had to put in extra time to make sure this doesn’t blow up in my face.
Finally after much deliberation and reconstruction I came up with something convincible; I almost believed my own self. I took a deep breath and dialed the number to my house. My mother picked up the phone, laughing at a joke my father was telling her in the background. I was relieved that they were in a good mood so this should be easy. As soon as she answered I gave her no time to ask questions. I jump straight to the point and laid down my proposal to stay over Myesha’s house for the night.
“Mommy Myesha really, really needs me to stay with her tonight. Please can I spend the night over her house? I promise I will stay inside the whole time and behave myself.” I jumped right into a child’s place which is something that I’ve dodged a long time ago. I really laid the babyish voice on her ass tonight.
“First of all why is Myesha’s home phone number coming up on my Caller ID? It seems to me that you’re already at Myesha’s house.”
“Well Paula’s mother is still outside. She said it would be easier for her to drop Myesha home since she had something to pick up on this side of town. I came in the house to say hi to Mrs. Kendra because I haven’t seen her in awhile and she’s very sick with her drug habit. Myesha is so depressed and she’s crying because of this and I do not want to leave her alone.”
“Myesha’s crying,” she asked in a concerned voice. “I guess that is stressful for a young girl like her to see her mother so ill. Okay you can spend the night but make sure you sleep with your pocketbook glued to your hands. As a matter of fact, sleep with it as a pillow because Kendra will clean you out if you slip up. Take your diamonds out of your ears, wrap it up in tissue and put it in your bra because if you don’t you will wake up as bare as the day I brought you into this world.”
After agreeing for me to spend the night, my mother ordered me to stay in the house and not to go outside. She sat on the phone and gave me so many orders, that I nearly lost my mind. As much as I wanted to hang up on her, I listened and said, “Yes ma’am,” to everything. I put on such a show that she even told me she would bring me some clothes over the next day and I could spend another night with Myesha if I wanted. Her heart really went out to Myesha and her baby sister.
My mother told me when Ms. Kendra comes back to give her a call because she wants to have a woman to woman talk with her and offer help. It was nice to hear, but Ms. K was long gone and needed a miracle to bring her back to life. The day her husband passed away, her one true love and father of her children, she mentally died right along with him. It was only a matter of time before she passed on physically.
The second my mother hung that phone up, my ass was in Myesha’s closet trying to put together a nice hookup for my date. I had clothes with me that I bought from the mall earlier so it was just a matter of finding the right accessories and handbag; you know miscellaneous stuff like that. After a minute or two of trying on clothes, Myesha began to get excited about the date also. As I told you before she loved fashion and dressing people up.
I had bought a halter cut dress from Forever 21 earlier that fit my body to a tee. There were almost no room for me to even breathe in it and that’s just how I liked it. Myesha found me a pocketbook and accessories to match perfectly out of her closet. The hook-up was nice. My best friend then did what she did best; she straightened, curled and styled my hair. She even plucked my eye brows and gave me a French pedicure and manicure.
Around 7:00 pm, I hoped in the shower and washed up with Myesha’s Victoria Secret raspberry bodywash. It gave my body a fruity scent that I loved. I got dress, let my hair down, and when I looked in the mirror, I almost gave myself an orgasm. I looked every bit of 25 years old. The dress I had on showed every curve on my body, even the ones that I didn’t know I had. If I wasn’t going to get this man where I wanted him in this get-up, I don’t know what else would.
Deshawn arrived right on time at 8:00 pm sharp to pick me up. He had changed his clothes and was looking sharp if I might add in his Dark blue Sean John jeans with a black and dark blue button up shirt to match. He looked really nice and gentlemanlike which was totally different from the oversized clothes that the boys at my school were wearing. I’m glad I picked out what I had on because our outfits complemented each other very well.
This time around, Deshawn was driving a money green color BMW. I almost didn’t recognize him when he pulled up in the car. This man is really a baller and already had me open 24/7 like 7-Eleven.
As I approached the car, Deshawn stepped out and opened the door for me like a gentleman should do for a lady. While I switched my ass passed him and stepped into the vehicle, he shook his head from side to side as if he was impressed. “Damn girl you look so good in this dress. I knew you were fine when I saw you this evening but I didn’t know it was like this.” He kept shaking his head and I kept blushing. “I really mean it baby. You look good as shit,” he added.
“You look fine yourself. I love what you have on and your cologne smells yummy.” I had to throw in a compliment also because he was looking eatable. “So is this your car too?”
“Yea, it’s mines. I don’t drive other people shit. If it aint mines I leave it alone you know.” I looked over at him and smiled softly. He looked so good and I felt so grown and unconventional driving beside this extraordinary man. As we cruised down Interstate 83 South, Deshawn took out a blunt from above the sun visor.
“What do you do for a living if you don’t mind my asking?” I already had a clue to his street profession because game recognizes game. I just wanted to see if he was going to be a clown and tell me exactly what he did. As my DC neighbors would say, only a true “bammer” would do such a stupid thing.
“I work a very complicated job. You wouldn’t understand. Anyway, I really don’t want to talk about work right now especially while you’re wearing this dress. So let’s just focus on you and me going out and having a real good time tonight.” He sparked up the blunt and started to smoke. Then all of a sudden he pulled it away from his mouth and put it out. “I’m sorry I almost forgot I have a lady in the car with me. I apologize baby.”
I guess he was under the impression that I didn’t smoke. Myesha and I have been smoking weed heavy for about two years now. We actually called them “do-be.” I know it sounds stupid but trust me while you’re high “pass that do-be,” seems to make sense. I’ve just been real good with keeping it on the low from my parents.
“Why are you apologizing to me? Is it because you didn’t offer me a pull? Boy spark that do-be back up and pass it please.” Deshawn looked at me in amazement then started to laugh.
“Do-be? What the hell is a do-be?” I had to laugh myself. I almost forgot that was an inside joke between Myesha and myself. I explained to him where the name came from and he couldn’t stop laughing; calling us geeks.
The ice was surly broken. I think he began to loosen up with me a little after that. He saw that I was cool and not all girly and stuck up and shit. That night was like magic to me. Never have I met a man who had so much money. He took me out to a restaurant in Little Italy called, “Moes.” When the waiter asked which champagne I liked the most I became nervous. I didn’t know shit about that. I only drank wine coolers with Myesha from time to time. I didn’t have a clue about any champagne. Then I remember the name of a red wine that my mother had in our built-in bar at home.
“I’m in the mood for some wine if you don’t mind. I’ll have a glass of Merlot.” I was hoping that the wine at least had a flavored taste to it because God knows I’ve never even smelled it before.
Deshawn smirked and shook his head at me once again. Oh shit did I pronounce it wrong or something? I could have sworn that the “T” was silent in merlot; at least that’s how my mother pronounced it. Why the heck was he looking at me like that? I became so uncomfortable and embarrassed for unknown reasons. I sure hope I didn’t blow this one.
“Did I say or do something out of the ordinary? Why are you looking at me like I’m crazy or something?” I had to ask the question even though I was afraid of the answer.
“You know you amaze me. Any other girl would had ordered Moet because that’s all they know. They hear that shit in every other song on the radio so that’s there new favorite drink. I swear I was prepared to order that shit.” He smirked at me as he looked through the menu to order dinner.
What a relief, I can breathe again. Okay so I was doing something good, I can dig that. With pride and self-assurance I kept the conversation rolling while the ball was still in my court. “To me Moet is alright if you’re already buzzed off something else but it really doesn’t have a special taste to it.” I was spitting mad game to him, repeating shit I heard my mother and her friends say.
“I agree with you Shorty. I dig your taste.” I felt like a ton of bricks had lifted off my back. You know if it wasn’t for the age difference, I could tell that we were good for each other. He was actually a real down to earth person.
Deshawn ordered the bottle of wine and we prepared to order our food. When I opened up the menu I almost passed out. No way was he going to spend this much money on me. I mean it’s not like I never seen prices like that before. My parents took us out to dinner at elaborate restaurants all the time, but this time my father was not the one paying for it. This time it was another man who would sure expect to be paid back in some shape or form.
“Order whatever you want baby. Don’t be modest on account of m0e. If you’re hungry you better eat because I’m going to throw down.” I guess he had seen the stunned look on my face when I opened the menu.
“Okay, thank you,” I replied with a feeling of relief.
I order the stuff chicken imperial and Deshawn ordered everything else on the menu; so it seemed. I swear he had to order about 4 different meals. He called over the waiter and asked him to light a candle at our table while we ate. It was a moment of paradise for me. I’ve heard of fairytales with such sceneries but never in a million years did I think I would be sitting here with a real man, whining and dining. Just think, last night I was constructing this plot in my head and tonight I’m already living it. I’m one lucky girl I thought to myself.
Deshawn kept showering me with compliments for the remainder of the night and I welcomed them graciously. At age 16, I was very mature so we had wonderful conversation. I knew just about every topic he bought up from just sitting in my mother salon and eavesdropping on their conversations. I was amazed at how intelligent he was. I almost forgot that he was a dealer. I thought he would have spoken Ebonics and acted loud and rowdy but he was a real gentleman. Earlier today he said I shocked him, well he was surly shocking the hell out of me.
After dinner we drove around not really going any particular place. Living in Deshawn’s world was fun and unbound from parental rules. He took me to parts of Baltimore that I’ve never ever been to. My parents would die if they found out I went to half of the places we drove to tonight. Every stop we made Deshawn would get out the car and come back with knots and knots of money and ask me to recount it for him. I was drawn to his thug world as if I belong there all my life. I sat up in the passenger seat proud with my head high licking my fingertips and flipping the dollar bills back. I was too pumped because my man was in charge; well at least he was going to be my man very soon.
Around midnight, we began to wind down and mellow out. Deshawn asked me was I getting tired and I told him yes. I wasn’t use to being up this late and if I was, I would sure be in my bed by now. Plus I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Myesha about my wonderful date. She wasn’t going to believe me when I tell her all about my perfect evening. She always brags about her and Marcus going to the movies and going out to eat at Applebee’s, well I couldn’t wait to tell her that I surpassed her experience on my first date.
As Deshawn jumped onto I-83 North to the Beltway, I knew we were not heading for Myesha’s house. In fact we were heading towards I-95 New York if you asked me.
“Umm excuse me, where are you going now? I thought you were taking me home.” Did he think I was a fool that wouldn’t notice we were heading in the opposite direction of Myesha’s house?
“We are going home; my home. Just sit back and enjoy the ride baby. You’re not afraid to spend the night with me are you?”
My mind was telling me no but my body, particularly the lower parts was telling me it’s only one night, what’s the harm. Deshawn put his firm hands on my legs and began to massage my inner thighs while periodically looking back and forth between the road and into my eyes. My pussy instantly began to clinch. A part of me was scared as hell, but as far as I was concerned, there was no turning back now. If I went home, I would look like a tease or a gold-digger who spent his money but didn’t want to spend time with him. Deshawn would probably never want to see me again if I went back home. I couldn’t risk that happening because my plan was to trap a paid nigga and that’s exactly what I was going to do with him. This fish wasn’t going back in the sea just yet.
“Oh okay I wasn’t aware of us going back to sleep at your place that’s all. You should have told me your plans. I didn’t pack anything to sleep in.” Oh my goodness I didn’t expect this to be happening so soon. Deeper and deeper, I kept sinking deeper in the quicksand!
“That’s okay baby. You can put on one of my Ts when we get in the house. I bet your little ass is going to look cute as shit with my big ass T on too,” he replied.
“Okay, how nice of you to share with me. All right it’s settled then. I can’t wait to see where you live.”
I then sat back in my seat and closed my eyes to daydream about what my night had in store.
Honestly, I really wanted to see Deshawn’s house and that was no lie. Most hustlers with good cars and fancy clothes live in fucked-up neighborhoods. He had two hot luxurious cars so I positioned my mind to be sleeping in an ant shack tonight.
We drove so long that I couldn’t even tell you which exit Deshawn got off at. I had fallen asleep about 15 minutes prior to him waking me up. He shook my legs softly and I woke up to my door already open. I couldn’t believe what I saw in front of my eyes as I turned and stepped out of the car. His house was just about as big as the one I lived in. Not only did I see the Escalade he was driving earlier in the driveway, but there was also a silver Porsche parked beside it. The cars and the outside of the house looked as if he was a famous football player. No joke, he was literally taking my breath away by the seconds.
As we entered the house I was even more impressed. Everything was neat and eloquent looking. He gave me a tour around the house to show me where everything was located and told me not to be a stranger. I felt overwhelmed with just being there with him. I just couldn’t believe how different he was from all the boys I knew. I guess that’s because he was a man and not a boy.
I had to call Myesha to check in and make sure that everything was rolling smoothly on her end. I knew she would be expecting me to come home tonight and I didn’t want her nervous ass jumping to conclusions and calling my parents when she woke up in the morning and I wasn’t there. So I called her up and told her that I wasn’t coming home tonight and as you could imagine Ms. Righteous went off.
“What do you mean you’re not coming home tonight? Jamaica you just met this man.”
“Look I’ll be there in the morning okay. I can’t talk long because he’s in the next room. I’ll call you every hour on the hour if it makes you feel better.”
Myesha gave me the “be careful” speech and explained to me that he could be a mass murderer or an abusive man and a whole bunch of crap. I understood her concerns a hundred percent but it wasn’t sufficient enough to make me change my mind. I was playing a very dangerous game yet the danger of it all excites the hell out of me. Finally after Myesha said her peace, she began to ask for quick details about the date. Deshawn began to walk back into the room therefore I really couldn’t get into all of that so I gave her a quick “see you later” and hung up the phone
Deshawn then went in the bathroom located in the master bedroom and turned on the shower. I think I should have started having sex a long time ago because every little thing he did sent shivers through my body. The sound of the water was turning me on like crazy. With every drop of water that fell in the bathtub, I had my own little drops fallen in the center of my panty.
He picked up a remote and pressed one button and a TV came out from the ceiling. I tried to act like it was normal for a TV to pop out the ceiling because I didn’t want to seem like a girl that wasn’t use to good things. I mean my parents were rolling and everything but they didn’t have this type of luxury in the house.
Deshawn brought the remote control over and placed it on the bed beside me. “I’m going to take a shower real quick. Is that alright with you?”
“Sure this is your house; you can do what ever you want. When you’re done I would like to do the same.”
He walked over to a draw and took out a wife beater, a pair of his boxer shorts and a bath towel and handed it to me. “There’s another bathroom down the hall if you want, you can help yourself right now.” I wasn’t ready for this. I felt it down in my bones. Every time I thought about my parents and what they would do if I got caught, my stomach would become sick.
I walked in the bathroom and set up the shower. My little head was on cloud nine. I felt so enlightened and free. I felt like a woman and there was no way in hell I was going back to being treated like a child again. If he allowed me to, I would run away from home and live with him forever. I would cook, clean, and do all my womanly duties just to live here in this castle and not have to worry about following my parent’s rules ever again.
I sat down for a minute to take everything in as this was going so fast to me. Okay I just met him earlier today and now I’m in his big ass house, in his spacious ass bathroom, about to take what seemed like the first shower of the rest of my life. I looked around at the towels and imagined his and her towel sets hanging along side each other. This is a dream come true!
I stepped into the shower and the warm water hit my body and made friction run down to my toes.
Now this was bizarre because I took many showers in my life but this one seemed too good to be true. The devil had to be in the room because I swear I’ve never known myself to have a hot spot on my body until I bent my neck under the shower to wash the soap off. Thunderbolts flooded my love shack instantaneously and drove my little naked body into overdrive. I looked down at my tender breast and saw that my nipples were hard and very sensitive. The more I squeezed them, the more infused I became. I explored every part of me, and every part yearned for Deshawn. Even my finger tips were filled with ecstasy.
I couldn’t stand it anymore; I had to get out of there and go for what I know. I walked out of the shower naked as the day I was born and walked back down into Deshawn’s bedroom. Fire was in my eyes and sex was on my mind. I never made love before yet I knew I was going to f*ck the shit out of him. I never even really French kissed before yet I knew I was going to suck his d%ck like no other had done on Earth. It was an innate ability for me to be a freak; I knew right there and then that I was going to be a stone-cold FREAK!
Deshawn was still in the shower when I arrived in the room. I took my time and opened the door. I saw the image of his bare body standing behind the glass shower door. I felt the juices seeping out of me like a hand squeezed Florida orange. It’s like I turned into some form of animal. I had to have him and no one was going to prevent me from getting him.
When I stepped into the shower, his face had uncertainty written all over it. I didn’t say a word yet walked underneath the steaming hot running water and began to rub soap all over my body. I closed my eyes and began to caress myself from head to toe. Deshawn’s big cock arose right before my eyes. It was long and thick like sugarcane and I had a hell of a sweet tooth. I became so hungry at that moment. I had to taste that beautiful big wet stick.
I got on my knees and with no hesitation I opened my wet mo%th and began to thrust my tongue like I’ve never done in my life. I nearly tried to swallow him entirely. The way he moaned and moved his body, only made me propel his cock even more. I wrapped my hands around it and began jerking his flesh back and forth as my mouth moved in every direction possible. The whole thing couldn’t fit all the way inside nevertheless I sucked and sucked until tears began to roll down my cheeks. This was some serious head I was throwing down!
“Ohh sh&t…sh&t…suck it baby girl.” His cries were applauding to me. I then lift up his manhood and began to suck on his tender love balls. The texture felt so good in my mouth. Again I began deep throating him like crazy. He grabbed my hair and threw my head against the tile of the shower.
“You want me to f#ck your mouth don’t you?”
Looking and sounding innocent as a prep-school teenager, I softly whispered “yes” as I stared directly into his eyes and nodded my head in reassurance. There was no mistaking my answer was YES!
To Read Chapter One.... And to hear how the rest of the story penn out... Be on the look out for "Jamaican Me Go Crazy" By: Keisha STARR...
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