longer. My veins started getting bigger, and I felt like my head was about to explode.
“Damn, you tearing out my pussy,” she cried out. Shit, just a minute ago, she was bouncing around on the dick. Now, she was crying for help. I paid her no mind. I knew how Shontelle was. Even when the dick was good, she still cried out.
“Fuck! Fuck! Damn! Maaan.” I exploded inside her pussy.
I pulled my limp dick out and fell on the bed. I was exhausted and tired, so I just lay there.
“Damn, Keel, you didn’t have to fuck me this hard.”
“I’m sorry, bae. I thought you were loving it.”
“Boy, fuck you. You know I ain’t been fucking nothing since you been gone, so my shit hurts like hell.” She pouted and got off the bed. Looking at her fine, sexy body made me want to go a second round, but I wasn’t a fool. I needed to get my energy back up first.
I sat up and lit a cigarette. This was like heaven. Just got my first piece of ass and now smoking a Newport. I wished I could hit the weed, but I had to see my probation officer Monday morning. I wasn’t trying to give her no dirty piss, so this Newport would have to do. It was better than what I had in lockup, so I wasn’t gonna complain. And since I sure as hell wasn’t tryin’a go back to that hellhole, I wasn’t tryin’a test shit ’round here. At least, not until I felt this probation officer out.
* * *
I was up bright and early the next morning. In the pen, we had to be up at 5:00 a.m., booted and suited. You didn’t want to get caught slipping if a fight popped off. After I took a shower, I got dressed. First things first, I needed to get me a cell and then hit up the mall. When I got torn off, I had a few dollars at my mama’s crib. I needed to go over there and grab that.
“Aye, babes, what’s your plan for today?” I asked Shontelle, looking over my shoulder at her in the bed. She was laid up with her face resting in her hand, watching me get dressed.
“I thought we were just going to chill.” She shot me a dirty look.
“I mean, we can chill later. But I ain’t got shit but this bullshit-ass prison gear. I need to go see my mama and them first, then hit up the mall.”
“So you want me to take you? I got to be at the shop by ten.”
“Nah, I was hoping you’ll let me drop you off.”
“Drop me off? So you can have your bitches all up in my shit?” She hopped up like the suggestion had really offended her. Standing there, butt-ass naked, she put her hands on her waist.
“Man, come on with that bullshit, babes. That was seven years ago. I told you I’ve changed. I’m no longer on no bullshit with you. Babes, it’s just us.”
“Uh-huh, niggas say anything when they locked up. I pray to God you changed your ways ’cause I’m not dealing with you and these hoes any longer. I was the only one that was making those long-ass trips and faithfully making sure money was on your books. I’m warning you, Keel. You better stay away from these bitches.”
“Babes, you worrying over nothing. I ain’t trippin’ off none of these hoes out here.”
She shot me a look and walked off. I knew I was a dog back in the day. Yeah, I done fucked multiple bitches. I can’t say I’ma be faithful, ’cause I ain’t never been the type of nigga to fuck only one bitch. I was a nigga that made money, and with that, the bitches were known to come around, making it hard just to fuck one bitch. But like I told shorty, I’m a changed man. I chuckled to myself, ’cause who I was fooling? I was still that nigga deep down inside, but out of respect for Shontelle and the way she held me down, I was at least gon’ try not to let the shit get back to her about what I was gon’ be doin’ out here in these streets . . . eventually.
It felt weird driving after all these years, but like the old heads used to say, “Once you learn to drive, you can’t ever forget.” I dropped Shontelle off at work and headed to my mama’s house, where I pulled up into the driveway and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell and waited.
“Who is it?” I heard my mama yell.
“It’s your baby boy,” I yelled back.
The door flew open, and Mama rushed out to greet me. “Boy, I thought I was going to do a pop up on yo’ ass. You been home since yesterday, and I’m just now seeing you.” She hugged me with everything in her little frame.
“You know I was coming, but I had to spend some quality time with my girl.”
“Come on, let’s go inside. Your sister is at work. You know she’s going to be upset that she wasn’t here.”
“I’ll get up with her later. So what’s good, Mama? How you doing?”
“I’m doing okay. Happy that you’re home. I can finally rest well at night. You still messing with that same bitch?”
“Ma, chill out. You know I love Shontelle.”
“That bitch is bad news. I told you that from the first day you brought her around. I can’t tell you who to mess with, but don’t trust that bitch. I heard she was messing around out here. I hope you using protection before you run up in her.”
“Ma, chill out. Shorty ain’t messing wit’ no other nigga. People just be spreading lies, trying to put that girl down.”
“Hmmm. I hear you, and I see she got your nose wide open. You’re my son, and best believe, if that bitch ever do anything to you, I’ma be there with my old ass.”
I had to laugh ’cause she was dead-ass serious too. Ma ain’t never like Shontelle from the beginning. She said she was around ’cause I had money. That might’ve been true. But shorty had been there these seven years, more than most of my family, and for that alone, I’m loyal to her.
“What’s that smell, Ma?” I walked off to the kitchen.
I was trying to cut the conversation short about Shontelle. I concluded that my girl and my mother would never be cool, and honestly, as long as they didn’t disrespect each other, we were good.
“I got some beef stew in the crockpot. It’s almost finished.”
“Oh yeah, I need some of that.” This was one of the things I missed most—my mama’s cooking.
After we ate, we sat there, talking for a little while. Mama still had the safe, so I popped it open. When I got locked up, there was a little over twenty-five grand in there. Now, it was only ten grand. I was kind of salty ’cause Mama didn’t tell me she used any of my money. I started to say something, but I decided not to. I just grabbed the ten stacks, kissed Mama on the cheek, and left.
I was tight as fuck, though. I was hoping to get back on with some of the money. With only ten grand, there wasn’t much that I could really do. Shit, I needed clothes, among other shit, and this was just barely about to cover them.
I spent about three grand at the mall. Got me a brand-new phone, which I had no idea how to work, copped me two pairs of Jays, and the rest was spent on clothes, drawers, and socks.
I pulled in at my homie Jay’s auto body shop. See, Jay and I used to run back in the day. Only thing was, he was smart. He made money and got out, using the drug money to start his business. Now, he was running a legit business that the cops couldn’t touch. I’d heard that he had even gotten a contract detailing some of the cops’ cars. Now, that was some boss shit. We spoke quite a few times over the phone while I was locked up. I was definitely proud of the big homie.
When I parked, I took a minute to look around at how my nigga was really out here, getting down. I couldn’t believe that he had employees and shit. Finally, I got out of the car and entered the shop. I spotted Jay sitting down by the counter.
“Oh, hell nah. This can’t be my nigga.” He jumped up and rushed toward me.
“What’s good,