Read Love and a Gangsta Online

Authors: Erick Gray

Love and a Gangsta (2 page)

BOOK: Love and a Gangsta
8.29Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
“Oh, she did, huh? And did she teach you about harassment too?”
“Harassment? Yo, why you coming at me like that, shorty? I’m just tryin’ to help you?”
I stared at him with a grim look.
“You don’t trust me, huh? I look like a guy who’s gonna take your bag, huh?” He asked with the warmest smile. It spread from ear to ear and
was contagious.
“See, there’s that smile I was lookin’ for.”
“Oh just shut up about it,” I joked.
He took the bags from me and we walked side by side to my home. I was attracted to the swagger of this lanky six-foot frame cut with six-pack abs and nice arms. He wore denim shorts, wife-beater, sporting new red and white Jordan’s.
“So what’s your name, beautiful?”
His onyx eyes went around my curves. He licked his full lips. I paused not wanting to tell him. My mother, before she passed away, named me
America
. It sounded patriotic, but I dreaded the first day of school when the teachers would do roll call. They would reach America and I saw the perplexed look on their faces. It was as if they weren’t reading it right.
“America…?” Teachers used to ask incredulously.
All the kids would laugh. The first week of school, my name would be the butt of everyone’s joke. That was the only thing they could joke about with me because I was cute, and popular with the boys and some of the girls liked me.
“My name’s America, okay?”
I was waiting for him to laugh. Surprisingly, he didn’t.
“I like that, America… God bless America,” he said.
I smiled.
Omar stayed awhile when we got to my crib, and I took the groceries to my aunt. We talked for hours that day and many more. Soon, we became inseparable. He became my heart. We spent days together, talking, laughing, and falling in love with each other.
My thoughts were with him everyday of his incarceration. I visited him often trying to keep his mind at ease and reminded him what he had waiting for him when he got out. I couldn’t wait to nestle in his arms again. Part of me was missing every day without him. I yearned for his touch, and to feel his breath against mines. I hungered for our bodies to be entwined, and for him to devour me. My pussy throbbed uncontrollably, and my panties were saturated with escaping juices thinking of him.
I was trying to cool off in the shower, but it got no better. I was
so fucking horny there was an ache in my body that refused to leave. It got intense because in less than twenty-four hours my baby will be loving every curve, shape and inch of me until my pussy put him to sleep.
Four years of waiting, and being faithful to my boo. I sighed ready to explode. This scene had repeated so many times, I lost count of how many times I masturbated alone in the dark with the toys I had purchased over the years. Visions of Omar grinding and gyrating between my legs kept rewinding in my mind. Many nights I had stayed up sleepless, thinking of Omar, a pillow between my thighs while fondling my tits.
There were many nights of long cold showers. Being horny and alone without my man around was a most unbearable situation. I’d pour my pain into songs and poems, many days and evenings. The words were so emotional, repeating them filled me with sadness and became unbearable.
I smiled removing the showerhead and putting one leg up on the porcelain tub. Then I positioned the spurting water next to my animated kitty-cat, setting the speed just right as the water rushed against my pulsating pussy. Moans escaped my lips and I moved my free hand in between my thighs, masturbating my clit. Moving my fingertips faster in a circular motion, I was losing control. The spurting water against my over-excited pussy lips did the trick.
“Ah, hmm… Hmm. Ooh yeah! Oh God, I missed you so much, dear Omar,” I cried, having an explosive orgasm.
Thoughts of my man making love to me were embedded in my mind. His dick prints were etched on my vagina walls and made me feel like he was inside. But tonight there’d be no further need for pretension. My man finally will be home after four long years of keeping his pussy pure and tight. I peed while my lips purred.
2
The biggest troublemaker you’ll ever face.
Watches you from the mirror every morning…
 
 
Omar
 
Pussy was the only thing on my mind. True story. Four years of not getting any, and I was thirsty for my boo-boo. My sexual desires got even stronger within the week of my release. I thought about my girl everyday, all day. She was the first and last thing on my mind when I woke up and went to sleep at nights. She was the only reason why I survived in here for the last four years.
America came to see my like twice a month, and I loved her for that. The trip upstate was about seven hours to Franklin Correctional facility in Malone, New York. Sometimes she did the drive alone, or took the greyhound to come see me. America always came to see me looking her finest. I really hated to see her leave.
Her visiting me was a gift and a curse. Seeing my woman looking so fine and sexy was a true gift. I couldn’t do nothing but give her a hug, a kiss, and hold hands across the table. My dick was so hard, it felt like it wanted to escape from my pants and rip into her warm flesh. But there was no excessive display of affection during visits, my curse for being here.
Pictures of America, her songs, and letters plastered my cell wall. Guards and cellmates envied me because I got at least three letters every week. Sometimes a poem or a song came from America. Every night before lights out, I read the soothing words she had written, fantasizing about warm days and long nights with her.
I would stare at a picture of the two of us together taken at Coney Island in the spring of ‘98, against the background of a painting of Jay Z holding up cash. We were young and looked cozy like we had no care. I was hugged up on her and both our smiles were ear to ear. The picture cost me five bucks but being locked up, it proved to be worth even more. It was the best of the good times. I was eighteen back then.
I remembered her attitude being a little rude when we first met. I thought she was cute. She was wearing lose fitted gray sweats, white T’s and her feet looked small in a pair of white and blue Adidas. Her hair was in two long pigtails. The scent she had on made my heart do sprints. I saw her coming out of the store and couldn’t let her just walk by me and not attempt
to kick it to a girl so beautiful. America was trying to be reluctant, trying to spit fire as if she wasn’t interested.
Up in my bunk, I continued peering at her photos. My abdominal muscle tightened as I reminisced over the first time we had sex. She was a virgin. I had been with lots of girls, but was intimate from the start. When it came to America, like she said, I made love to her. Before that I was just fucking girls.
America was different. My uncle, Ray gave me the keys to his basement apartment. Uncle Ray was a hustler like me and was always telling me how America was too fine a woman to ever let go.
“Boy, you treat her like the wonderful woman she is, and she’ll treat you like the king you are. Always respect each other.”
Uncle Ray was seventeen years my senior and he knew a lot about life. He was in and out of jail since I was in diapers. He had mad respect on the streets.
I brought America to my uncle’s crib on a Friday night. She was the most nervous fifteen-year old I’d ever seen. We had been together for six weeks, and this sexual yearning I had for her was suffocating me.
She was wearing a denim skirt and pink halter. Her hair was in two long pigtails. My uncle’s comfortable, one-bedroom bachelor’s pad, with big screen television, and a great stereo system, made a good impression. She became less tense once she realized we would be alone. Besides a leather couch, and his bedroom set, he had no furniture since he was hardly home.
Uncle Ray had a king size bed in the bedroom. A mirror and drawers stood above a burgundy area rug with gold trim was spread out on the parquet floor. My uncle wasn’t much of a decorator, but his place was nice enough to make America fill comfortable in.
I led America to the bedroom. She quietly followed. Then she touched me, stared at me with her soft brown eyes and smiled. She knew what time it was. I had made it all clear. I never wanted to mislead her in anything.
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” she giggled.
Her soft touch had me hard. I caressed her gently when we were
near the bed. She felt relaxed in my arms. But I wanted to make sure she was ready for what was about to happen.
“Are you sure you’re ready, America?”
Her eyes took on an aura of innocence, telling me that I’d have to lead and she’d follow me into our first sexual episode. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a honor to be her first, but what I hoped for was to be her last. She smiled faintly and nodded.
America sat next to me on the bed. I moved slowly, but lust wanted me to tear off her clothes, skip foreplay and fuck the shit out of her. Slow down my beating heart, she was different and I had to take my time.
I moved my hand up and down her smooth open thigh. My dick pulsated in my pants. I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her good. Our tongues tangled, wrestling as our breathing became one. I moved my hand further up her skirt until I felt the wetness of her panties. She flinched but didn’t pull away.
She stared at me for a moment. I was wondering what was on her mind. She remained silent and I prayed that she wanted to continue. My dick was harder than the man of steel and if I couldn’t get pussy, then I’d be in for a very bad night. Fortunately, she wanted to continue. America positioned herself on her back and braved a smile.
“I want you to be my first, Omar. I love you and I trust you,” she softly whispered.
I pulled up her skirt, and removed her panties unhurriedly. She reclined with her head amongst the plush pillows on the bed. Her breath became louder her round breast smiled at me while her curly pussy hairs, barely covered moistened lips. They seemed clamped together tightly like a bank vault after closing. I definitely knew she was pure now.
I moved my lips closer to her honey brown skin, kissing her gently starting with her belly button. She moaned a little. My hands slid up her chest, she cupped her hands over mine, and pressed them to her breasts. Her tits tasted like soft fruits.
Spreading her legs wider, I began kissing her inner thighs. Her breathing turned into moaning when my tongue and lips neared her pussy.
I don’t normally be eating out pussy, but I was willing to go all the
way with her. She trusted me and was giving me something she couldn’t take back.
I gradually opened up the lips between her young thighs with my tongue and mouth. With my head nestled between her warm thighs my tongue began piercing into her, and she released enough juices for me to drink.
“Ooh… Ah… Ooh yes this feels real good oh… Oh yes!”
America gripped my head and held it in place. With her thighs clamped around my ears, she dug her nails into my shoulders and screamed, “Jesus Christ…Oh God yes!”
I looked up and smiled when I saw her beautiful eyes rolled back in her head. I smiled when all I saw was pure ivory. My dick never felt so hard I thought it was about to rip through my boxers. America looked like she was still in la-la land after my licking. I stood up dropped my jeans, soon afterwards my boxers fell. I stared at America in all her glory and held my big black dick.
America’s eyes were wide when she saw my erection ready for action. She was beautiful, and untouched. And my dick was extra fucking hard with just that thought alone.
“You got condoms right?”
“Yeah.”
I went into my pants pocket on the floor and removed a box of Magnums. I hastily tore the box open, removing a condom and ripped it open. Then I rolled the condom back on my thickness, and climbed atop positioning myself between her inviting thighs. She was tight I tried to slide right into her, but it wasn’t happening. America gasped and grabbed my shoulders. I held my weight off of her, and continued to ease inches of myself into her. It was pleasurable but it was work.
“Ouch ugh… Oh shit! Omar slower… Oh baby, baby please, it’s too big!”
Her eyes were tightly shut while her nails dug into my shoulders. I pushed a few more inches into her, slowly opening her bit by bit. I could feel her juices all over me. It took an hour of slow pushing before finally getting into my rhythm. A few more minutes and her hot, tight love-box caused an immense explosion like I never felt before. We didn’t have sex for another
two months after the first time. America proved to be worth the wait.
Lying in my bunk staring at her photo thinking about the first time we had sex got me hard. My hand was in my pants holding my thick, pulsating dick. I was slowly jerking-off and staring at America’s picture.
“You ‘bout to see home soon, and be in some pussy again, and you in here beatin’ off. Go head wit’ that, Soul,” my cellmate, Rahmel interjected.
“Yo, this shit feel like a fucking dream, son. I can’t believe a nigga’s ‘bout to go home,” I said.
“Soul, you gettin’ your freedom again, and your woman stayed by your side and held you down for four years. You’re a blessed man. What’s the first thing you gonna do when you get out?”
“Shit, I’m gonna take my woman and fuck her till my dick can’t work anymore. And then I’m gonna wake up and do it all over again. I gotta make up for long lost time.”
Rahmel laughed.
“You think I’m joking. I’m backed up. Shit, I’m ‘bout to put in some work.”
Rahmel took a seat on the bottom of my cot. He hunched over with his elbows pressed against his knees, fingers clasped together, and looked at me with some importance deep in his gaze.
“You got a second chance at life. Soul, I envy you, man. I got another five years behind these walls. Been denied parole three times because of violence in my past. The system doesn’t think I’m ready to be released early, ain’t that some shit… white man judging my rehabilitation, like he God and shit. Being in here, they take everything from you. Shit, Soul, I miss the touch, the smell, the feel, and even the taste of a woman. My wife died when I was five years in this hellhole, they wouldn’t even let me attend her damn funeral. They said I was a threat to society. Now my daughter’s gone, her grandmother had some nerve, moving my little girl to Texas. How she gonna take the only thing a man has left, and move her a thousand miles away. I know I’ve told you this before, but I feel you need to hear it again, Soul.”
BOOK: Love and a Gangsta
8.29Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Cycle of Nemesis by Kenneth Bulmer
Spinster? by Thompson, Nikki Mathis
Sparkers by Eleanor Glewwe
White Cave Escape by Jennifer McGrath Kent
Rock Bottom by Michael Shilling
Voyage into Violence by Frances and Richard Lockridge
The Veil by K. T. Richey
Timeless Mist by Terisa Wilcox