Booty Call *69. Erick S Gray

from me.”

      “Well, I was wrong about that, Shana. You know how we men get; sometimes we think more with our dicks than with our hearts. I know I fucked up with you.”

      “Yes, you did.”

      He stops walking. “But me and you, we’re cool, right?” he asks.

      “Yeah, we’re still cool,” I say smiling.

      “That’s all I need to hear,” he replies.

      We continue to walk further down the boardwalk. He does most of the talking while I mainly just listen. I gaze out at the ocean again and see the moonlight gleaming over it. I start to reminisce on the days when he and I would do this frequently. Jakim was always so romantic and smooth. He knew all the hot spots to take a girl to. He knew the right words to say. If we got into an argument, then the very next day he would show up at my door with flowers and candy like it was Valentine’s Day. I would forgive him and we would have make-up sex. If he was running the streets with Tyrone and the rest of his boys, he would always take time out to give me a call. And the thing I liked the most about him was that he never showed off in front of his boys while I was with him; he would always show me affection right in front of them.

      They would watch us and hate. They would say he was pussy whipped. But he didn’t care. He even told me “I love you” in front of his friends a few times. Sometimes I wonder whether it was even necessary to break up, but like he said himself, men think with their dicks more than with their hearts. I still think that’s just an excuse.

      Jakim takes my hand into his and holds it gently. I don’t resist. It feels like we’re a couple again. I quickly get rid of the feeling and get back to reality. He cheated on me. He hurt me, and now we’re separated. I still need time away from him.

      We stay out on the boardwalk for another fifteen minutes before going back to his car. I know Jakim wants this night to turn out to be something more. It’s obvious to me that he wants to be out here as lovers instead of just friends.

      “You ever think about us?” he asks after we get back in his car.

      “Yeah, sometimes.”

      “I miss you, Shana.” I remain quiet and look out the passenger window as we head east on the Belt Parkway

      Jakim continues. “Do you ever see us getting back together?” Still, I have no words. I have mixed feelings about the situation. I still love him, but us getting back together again is not an option. I’m still having my fun being young and living my life. I finally speak and explain this to him. He listens and nods his head.

      It’s a quarter past ten when he finally drops me off at my front door. “Shana, just think about us. I love you,” he says as I get out of the car. I look at him for a few seconds and then head toward my crib. He watches me enter the house. I know I’m his one and only true love. Many females have tried to take my place, but they couldn’t conquer what he still feels for me. They wanted him so badly, but it wasn’t happening with me still around. Even though we’re separated, we’re still in love with each other. He openly shows his love for me, while I keep my feelings more discreet.

      I walk into the living room, flick on the lights and see my mother getting her pussy eaten out by Danny on the living room couch. If any other normal teenage girl had walked in on her mother while she was getting her shit eaten, it would probably freak her out. But as I stated before, I’m used to it. And as usual, my mother doesn’t get up and cover herself and Danny doesn’t miss a beat.

      I can’t move. I just stand there watching Danny with his shirt off, going down on my mother. It turns me on. I look at his body. His back is covered with tattoos, and there are jailhouse scars on various other parts of his body. I notice gunshot and stab wounds on both sides of his torso. I remain frozen in the same spot. Why not me? I think to myself. He is so fucking fine—too fine for my mother.

      “Shana, you gonna stand there and watch us all night?” my mother asks, interrupting my private fantasy of her man.

      “No!” I quickly say.

      I leave and let them be. I can hear my mother’s passionate moans throughout the hallway all the way to my bedroom. I have to shut the door; it’s becoming too much for me to bear.

      Danny, he could definitely hit this.... I lie down on my bed in a spread eagle position on my back and finger my pussy. I’m horny. I need some dick.

      Early the next morning, I go shopping with my Aunt Tina. We hit Jamaica Avenue and Green Acres Mall. I tell her about seeing Danny and my mom getting busy on the couch last night. She laughs. Aunt Tina fantasizes about Danny, too. I mean, what female who knows him doesn’t?—with his fine, brown-skinned ass. We laugh and hit up all the stores. It’s fun shopping with my Aunt. She has very good taste in clothing. Too bad I can’t say the same thing about her choice in men.

      As we continue shopping, almost every guy we pass tries to hit on us with the typical male call: “Yo, shorty, let me holla at you,” or “I’m sayin’, boo, y’all are looking too good. What’s y’all name?” I take a few numbers, because I’m not giving out mine.

      We get a free cab ride because we flirt with the driver. We always give drivers phony numbers and gas their heads up. Aunt Tina rides up front with some cab drivers, taking it to the next level by giving them a hand massage while they’re driving. I always just sit in the back and laugh. She is such a slut.

      My day is going great until I run into Sasha. She’s with three other girls in a store on Jamaica Avenue. I try not to pay her any attention. My aunt takes notice. She knows what went down between me and Sasha, and she asks me if I want her to help me beat that bitch down. I know she’s not kidding. Sasha and the three girls glare at us. I act like I’m browsing through some skirts, paying them no mind at all. Aunt Tina glares back, cursing them under her breath. If anything goes down in this store, I know she has my back. My aunt can throw down better than me.