“Hell, yea.”
Reaching in, she stroked my lips with her index finger. “Promise?”
My eyes traveled down to that bald, fat pussy, sitting on my dick, while my semen was seeping out. “Yeah, ma. I promise. I’m staying right here.”
Chapter 3
“I’m trying to figure out when was you muthafuckas gonna mention that y’all was in a whole fucking brawl last night,” Ms. Raven fussed, as she stood in front of us, already fully clothed in an oversized long sleeved shirt, along with some tiny shorts, looking like a teeny bopper.
I stood back scratching my head, wondering who’d speak up first. I was still half sleep, after falling asleep around eight that morning. Then just as I was going into a deep sleep, Jahrae barged into the room, saying that his mama wanted everybody to come downstairs.
So, there I was, with sex still on my dick, getting fussed at, along with everybody else.
With her eyes barely open, Jahreiah was pouting, and smacking her lips, as she stood next to me. No doubt, she was tired just like me. Especially since she’d just tipped back to her room less than a hour ago.
“We figured that it was nothing to tell, mama,” Jahrae spoke up.
Their daddy, Big Jahrein, stood back, arms folded across his chest, as he shook his head. “Nothing to tell? Why didn’t y’all mention that y’all was going to Acres Homes?”
Jahrae cut his eyes at his girlfriend, Dri.
She immediately rolled her eyes and sassily swerved her neck. “Yeah, Jahrae. Why was you out there, and didn’t bother picking me up, so I can go too?”
He leaned his head sideways. “Really?”
She bucked her eyes. “Yes, really.”
“Dri, I’m asking the questions here,” Ms. Raven interjected. “You can jump on Jahrae when y’all go back to your dorm or whatever.”
Jahrae frowned. “Jump on me?”
“Hell, yeah,” Big Jahrein chuckled. “We all know that she be whipping your ass, boy.”
“Mannn,” Jahrae drawled. “Anyway.”
“Fuck all that,” Ms. Raven waved them off. “Let’s stick to the topic at hand. Why did y’all go to that party in that environment?”
Jaylah sighed. “Mama, let’s keep it real now.”
Ms. Raven arched a brow. “Real about what?”
“Real about the fact that we’re just hood babies. And we love doing hood rat things with our friends.” Jaylah jested.
I smirked, realizing that this wasn’t about to be a major issue. Everybody was literally joking as they were being lectured.
Ms. Raven lightly tittered, as she shook her head. “Look, whatever. Y’all can love the hood all you want. Just remember that the hood don’t love you. Y’all was probably amongst muthafuckas who had nothing to lose, while looking like some walking, and breathing licks. Yeah, I know it feels good to stunt. Have more than the rest. But showing up and standing out don’t always go the right way. Muthafuckas are haters. But not just that, some of ‘em are robbers too. Cause everybody wasn’t raised on love. Some of their hearts aint right. Then imagine y’all thinking that y’all done whipped some asses, and somebody pulls out a gun. Then what? And I’m not saying to be some pussies. Defend yourself. Stand your ground. But also know and accept that as fucked up as it may sound, know that you are too good for certain scenes. Cause the wrong loser wouldn’t give afuck about who none of y’all are and wouldn’t hesitate to pull that trigger. All over some bullshit that could’ve been avoided. So, I’m just saying that y’all gotta move smarter. Especially cause we can’t hold your hand through life.”
“Right on,” Big Jahrein co-signed. “And uh…I saw a few videos.” His eyes traveled to me. “And lil’ nigga I’ma holler at your daddy. Cause he sleeping like a muthafucka. Aint no way that he shouldn’t have you in boxing. Knocking niggas out for sport. You was moving with precision. We definitely gotta pull out the boxing gloves today, and see what you really got.”
Ms. Raven rolled her eyes. “Oh, God. You always tryna train somebody, Jahrein.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I’m definitely down.”
Big Jah nodded. “Okay. After we eat, it’s on then.”
Jahreiah
Weirdly, I was sauntering through the backyard, questioning if my walk was different. After the ways that Sin J had played between my legs, one had to wonder.
