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my pocket and pulled out
the coke. Shakita’s eyes opened wide as I unwrapped
it. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She got up
and picked up a digital hand-held scale from off the
dresser. She emptied the bag onto the scale. It read
139 grams, which was a gram short of 5 ounces. It was
more than the four and a half I needed, but I didn’t
care... it was all free! Shakita sprinkled a little on top
of the Dutch and rolled it up. She lit it and took a few
puffs before closing her eyes. She laid back on the bed
and put one of her hands in her panties, as the other
was holding the dutch. She looked into my eyes and
gave me an instant hard on. I wanted her, and I know
she wanted me. The only problem was that I was a
virgin. Yep... that’s right, seventeen years old and still
a virgin. I could feel the tension and the awkward
moment coming, and it came.
“Boy is you gone come and get this pussy, or is you
gone fuck me with your eyeballs?”
I was stuck. I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. I didn’t know what I was about to do. I had one
escape.
“I don’t have a condom.” I said.
Shakita got up and took her panties off. She did it
slowly and calculated, looking me in my eyes the entire time. She reached behind her back and unlatched
her bra. As her breasts emerged, my man instantly
hardened. She kneeled down in front of me and
pulled him out. As he entered her mouth, I felt a
warm soothing sensation. She continued to suck as I
laid back and closed my eyes. The sucking stopped
and she climbed on top of me. It felt so good inside of
her. I knew it was wrong. No condom... but it was too
late. I knew this was crazy, but it felt so good inside of
her. All of a sudden I felt a strong tingling sensation.
“Ahhh... shit... ooooh!” I moaned.
Shakita jumped off of me infuriated.
“Damn youngin’, you wasn’t supposed to cum inside
me, I get pregnant fast. This that I'll na-na right here. I
tell you it’s the truth boy. You couldn’t even last ten
minutes!”
I couldn’t even front, it was good. It wasn’t the way I
had envisioned my first time. I was thinking more
along the lines of romance and what not. Well... at
least it was good. I laid there as she wrapped her lips
around my pole and sucked it back to life. She looked
into my eyes the entire time. Shakita knew how to
make a man feel good. I mean real good. Round two.
This time when she straddled me she looked into my
eyes as she moaned quietly:
“Daddy, do it harder... it’s yours daddy, it’s yours!”
I knew Shakita was just gassing me. Had I not known
her, I would have believed it. It didn’t matter though,
It was turning me on. I was jaded.
“Daddy, I want you all up in me... I can feel it in my
stomach... get on top daddy... beat it up!” If nothing
else, she boosted the hell out of my confidence and
gave me a crash course in beating’ it up. Every time I
went soft, Shakita’s mouth went up to bat. It was
about four in the morning when we finally got down
to business. I learned so much that morning. Mostly
about how to deal with workers, connects, customers,
narcs, and competitors. I was sure that Shakita must
have seen her share. First she tried to convince me to
make a quick sale for four and a half ounces at three
thousand dollars.
“Get the cake and bail” She said.
“No... I’m gone be a boss!” I replied.
“Damn youngin’, you putting all that bass in your
voice. So I guess you serious. Well, if you in it to win
it then we gone break this whole point down to
nicks... I need half.”
Here go the dumb shit, I thought to myself.
“You not getting half.” I said, staring her directly in
her pretty green eyes. I was young but far from dumb
or soft. Shakita frowned and then smiled as she continued.
“Einstein... you have to give me half. What makes you
think Manny gone let you hustle on his strip? I’m
gone tell Manny I found two ounces. Everybody got
booked on Moffat Street, so I’m gone tell him you