Mr. Wrong After All (2 page)

Chapter 3

Nicolette

My freshman and sophomore years at Georgetown flew by like I couldn’t believe. I was finally getting my bearings on how things worked up here. It took almost two years for me just to learn my way around campus not to mention the city. Washington DC was quite different from Alabama. The creative culture of my beautiful Black brothers and sisters mesmerized me from the moment I arrived here. There seemed to be an openness in the air that made it easier to breathe and be yourself. I truly felt like I belonged here.

Much to my mother’s dismay, I didn’t visit Alabama often. I only went back home for Christmas and for a week or so in May. After getting that first taste of living on my own, I knew there was absolutely nothing waiting for me in Alabama, so I came back to DC and made the most of my time by attending summer school.

During the second semester of my sophomore year, I pledged a sorority and now, in addition to my two sisters back home in Alabama, I had a sisterhood of women around the globe who were in love with the colors pink and green.

My sister, Shannon, would be attending Howard University in the fall and I was excited over the idea of having her

so close by. Like me, Shannon couldn’t wait to leave home. She was anxious to experience the sweet life that I’d bragged about in my letters home. Being miles away from our father’s reach was freedom. I tried to recruit Shannon to attend Georgetown but she was more interested in an HBCU.

“Ain’t hardly no Black people at Georgetown,” Shannon observed during her one and only visit to DC before she enrolled in school. “I need to be where the brothers are. Plus, I know Georgetown don’t party like Howard.”

“Shannon, you can’t party your life away. School is school and you are going to have to work just as hard at Howard as you would any other college,” I explained.

Even though my father stifled a great deal of our freedom, Shannon still managed to be the
wild
one. She pretty much did what she wanted to do regardless of the consequences. She was always being punished for one thing or another. It just didn’t seem as if she cared about the rules our father set.

“What else can he do to me that he hasn’t already done?”

“I would think that you would be tired of that by now. Your life would be easier if you’d just do what he says and stop fighting him,” I advised.

“Please. And then what? Be quiet and scared like you and Mama? No thank you.”

The dating scene on Georgetown’s campus was okay. Every once in a while, I would go out with someone from a class or that I’d met while working as a student assistant in the financial aid office. The only drawback about dating someone I’d met at work was that he would probably be on financial aid like me and couldn’t afford much more than a movie or the occasional splurges for lunch at Johnny Rocket’s. But never both at the same time.

I quickly realized that living in my father’s strict household had made me socially retarded. I was so uncomfortable around boys and grew deathly nervous each time one would try to kiss me goodnight after a date. My first kiss was with a boy that I really liked and wanted the relationship to grow but I allowed my painful past to sabotage it.

Marcus Wallcot and I met during an Economics 201 study group and the attraction was almost immediate. We talked on the phone every night until the wee hours of the morning. Marcus was kind and very pleasing to the eye. On our first and only date, we went to see
Angel Heart.
Sitting next to Marcus, and watching the explicit sex scenes in the movie, made my face hot and my hands sweat. Marcus never even looked my way. He just kept crunching his way through the tub of popcorn and slurping on his giant Sprite. When we arrived back in front of my dorm, Marcus leaned in to kiss me. It was my first kiss and I was startled by the tingle that erupted between my thighs. Thoughts of my childhood and the fucked up things that occurred between the walls of my parent’s shotgun house stampeded my brain. When Marcus slipped his tongue in my mouth, I jumped out of the car, ran into the building, and never looked behind me. Marcus called me for days after that but I refused to speak with him and ignored his confused stares at me during class. I knew that even if I were to attempt to explain my behavior, I would put my foot in my mouth and there was no way Marcus could possibly understand it.

To spare myself humiliation and embarrassment, I just spent most of my time either at work or in the library. I knew that once I moved into the sorority house my junior year, I would be forced into becoming a social butterfly. Our chapter threw a house party at least twice a month.

The school year began with the sorority’s annual back to school jam at the house and practically every Black person on campus would be there. The week leading up to the party was crazy. Not only did we have to deal with registering for classes and settling into the residence but we also had a party to plan.

The night of the party, I was having so much fun that I forgot to be tired and nervous. Shannon was able to come on Georgetown’s
campus and I enjoyed introducing her to everyone. From the beginning, Shannon made herself right at home. She flirted and danced with every man in the place. I was amazed at how much more outgoing she had become.

“C’mon, Nikki. Stop holding up the wall, girl, and dance,” she begged breathlessly.

“No thanks. I’m having a blast just watching you.”

When the deejay played
Push It
by Salt N Pepa, Shannon shrieked, “Aww shit, that’s my jam!”

She grabbed the first person in her path, pulled him out onto the floor, and danced like a demon possessed.

What in the world is Shannon doing? Has she lost her mind? She doesn’t even know this guy.

Her movements were overtly sexual and left very little to the imagination. At first glance, it appeared that Shannon was just dancing and having fun. But, the more I watched her; it was as if she was in some sort of trance. Whatever it was, her fine ass dance partner was enjoying every minute of it. I, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed. And, to be honest, I was a bit envious of my baby sister. Shannon was so free and so uninhibited. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do and she didn’t care who was watching her or what they thought about it. I wished I could be that bold. I was also thankful that my parents were nowhere to be found because watching Shannon dance like a Soul Train dancer on crack would send the two of them straight home to see Jesus face-to-face.

I also began to worry about my sister. I hoped that she wasn’t moving too fast into the world of being free and on her own. There were dangers that she wasn’t aware of and probably couldn’t handle even if she did know about them. I definitely needed to have a talk with Shannon before her wild behavior led her into harm’s way.

Knowing Shannon, she won’t listen to anything I have to say.

Look at her. She is buck ass wild.

Chapter 4

Ahmad

The first two years at Georgetown flew by like crazy. Between workouts, practices, games and classes, I barely had enough time to shower. Playing basketball for the Hoyas
was great but it was also a lot of hard work and now that I was an upper classmen, it was going to get even harder.

Corrie was growing up so fast. I felt guilty that I was missing her milestones like the loss of her first tooth and teaching her to ride a bike and tie her shoes. I didn’t go home much during the summer because I wanted to use every available second to stay on top of my game with my classes. I wanted my grades to be just as tight or tighter as my skills on the court. Failure on any level was not an option.

However, there was one milestone that I wasn’t going to miss—Corrie’s first day of school.

“Daddy!” Corrie screamed, when she saw my car pull up to the curve.

When I saw my bright-eyed little princess, standing on the sidewalk all dressed up and holding her Big Bird backpack, I could not believe how tall she had gotten since the last time I saw her. She was all legs. Her soft golden skin beamed with excitement as she anxiously waited for me to get out of the car. “Daddy, did you come to take me to school?”

“I sure did, baby,” I answered as I picked her up and gave her a bear hug.

“I’m not a baby anymore. I’m almost six,” Corrie corrected.

“You know what? You are right. My Corrie
is
a big girl.”

After I dropped Corrie off at school and handed her mom a few dollars for whatever, I headed back to campus. I still had to add a few more classes during tomorrow’s late registration and more importantly, I had to pick up the keys to my new apartment. Well, it was more like a room than an apartment but it was mine. No more sharing shit and no more nosey ass roommates. I’d rented the basement apartment of a row house over on Georgia Avenue. The apartments in Georgetown or anywhere close to campus were too damn expensive for a truly struggling student who worked part-time at Wal-Mart. I had to make sure that a large part of my funds went to Corrie. The Georgia Avenue area wasn’t so bad. Actually, it reminded me a lot of my Bed-Stuy neighborhood with kids playing ball in the street and tantalizing smells of great food wafting through open windows. But no matter where it was, it was mine, at least for as long as I could afford to pay the rent.

After I picked up my keys and moved a few of my things in, I planned to head back to campus to check out a party that a friend was going to at the AKA house. It was the first party of the year and from what I’d heard, it was going to be all the way live.

I usually didn’t party a lot because of the trouble some of my teammates had experienced when they allowed themselves to relax a little too much. Drinking and driving or getting involved with a girl who cried rape after realizing that the guy was not going to call the next day had ruined some of them. I refused to be caught up in bullshit. So, for the most part I chilled.

I had barely walked through doors of the sorority house when a beautiful but wild girl pulled me onto the dance floor. She danced with her round ass all up on me. I felt my shit get hard as I watched her gyrate like a voodoo priestess. After the fast song stopped playing, a slow jam began. When she started to walk away, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me.

“You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” I asked.

I’m all worked up.

“Umm…not if you don’t want me to.”

I pulled her closer and we began to move rhythmically to the sound of Keith Sweat’s voice.

“So, what’s your name?” she seductively whispered in my ear.

“Ahmad. And yours?”

“Shannon.”

Shannon was beautiful with smooth gold skin, long sandy brown hair and blue grey eyes that reminded me of Vanessa Williams. I could definitely enjoy getting to know her better. Her sexy perpetual body language told me that she felt the same.

Slow your roll, Ahmad. Stop thinking with your dick. This is how guys get caught up in some schizophrenic shit.

“You’re tall. Do you play basketball?”

“Yeah.”

I knew from her question that Shannon had to be new to the DC area because everybody around here knew that Ahmad Jacobs was
the
forward for the Hoyas.

“So, Ahmad, you got a girlfriend?” she asked, as she gazed in my eyes.

“Well, not really. Why?”

Shannon grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. Her movements against my crouch became more defined. Her mission was clear and I suspected that it probably wouldn’t have mattered to her whether I had a girlfriend or not.

“It’s getting a little crowded in here, Ahmad. Is there someplace we can go that’s a little more private?”

Here we go.

“We could go back to my apartment but I’m not sure if that is a good idea,” I said. I was trying hard to resist Shannon’s vibes but it had been a minute since a brother had a piece.

“Why isn’t it a good idea, Ahmad? I know you want me. I can feel it,” Shannon responded, rubbing the diamond that bulged through my Levi’s.

My apartment was private but yet not comfortable enough to bring a girl to. But if that’s where Shannon wanted to go then that’s where we’d go.

“My car is outside.”

When we arrived at my place, I apologized for the mess. There were stacks of boxes and plastic shopping bags all over the place. Shannon didn’t seem to mind the cluttered chaos at all. Actually, I’m not sure that she even noticed because the whole time I was moving things around, she never took her eyes off me. She sat down on the old rust-colored couch that I’d found on the street the same day I rented the apartment and removed her leopard-print high-heeled shoes. She leaned back and pulled her sexy feet beneath her petite frame.

“Are you going to stand over there all night or are you going to show some hospitality and come over and sit next to me?”

When I sat down next to Shannon, she immediately straddled me with her body.

“So, Ahmad, you want to kiss me?” she asked, staring down at me.

Before I could answer, Shannon leaned in and kissed me. Her full lips parted and allowed me to have total access to the warmness inside of her. My dick jumped for joy inside of my jeans at the possibility of getting a piece of Shannon’s sweet ass.

This girl is hot as hell.

Shannon stood up and began to undress in front of me. Man, I couldn’t believe that she was this bold. Most girls would wait for me to make all the moves but Shannon was bolder than I had ever seen and I liked it. Underneath the black skin-tight leggings and the short red baby doll dress was a perfectly matched red lace bra and thong. When Shannon unsnapped her bra, her big country ass titties popped out and waved to me. She closed her eyes, grabbed one of them, leaned in and ran her tongue over the nipple.

“Mmm,” she moaned. Shannon seemed intoxicated with herself.

Dayum!

This was the kind of shit I’d only seen done by those freaky ass white girls in porn flicks. My johnson was rock hard and ready for a full on shock and awe attack.

“Can I taste?”

“You sure you can handle it?”

“Ain’t much I can’t handle. Come here.”

I enjoyed sucking on those big ass jugs. Shannon moaned and purred when I stuck my finger inside of her slick kitty. I knew that I was going to enjoy fucking a girl this wild. I mean, she was buck ass wild!

“Ahmad, I want you to tear my pussy up,” she said, as I pounded the hell out of her. I always gave a girl what she wanted.

Shannon was a lot different from girls that I was used to. She growled, bucked, and talked as much shit as I did in bed. After the both of us reached euphoria and I pulled out of her, she leaned down to lick all of our juices off my shrinking dick and appeared to savor every drop.

“We taste good together,” she said, as she smiled and continued to lick her lips.

What the hell?

This blew my mind. Shannon was a freak and I definitely planned to keep her number on speed dial.

Just then, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I forgot to use a rubber. My thoughts were pounding my brain like a freight train.

Goddamnit, Ahmad! What the fuck were you thinking? You know better! Girls are always trying to get with you ‘cause you play ball. You’ve already got one child because of irresponsible shit like this. What’s wrong with you? You don’t know shit about this girl.

Shannon noticed that I had become distant.

“What’s up with you?”

“Umm…nothing.”

“Yeah, there is.”

“Well, I just remembered that we forgot to use protection.”

“What? Protection? From what? Oh, so now you think I’m nasty?”

“Well, Shannon, I don’t need no more babies. I already have one. And now that you’ve mentioned it, I don’t need no other shit either.”

“Please. I’m on the pill. I ain’t got nothing ‘cause this was my first time having sex.”

I couldn’t believe that Shannon had the nerve to say that shit with a straight face.

A virgin? Yeah, right. Your freaky ass ain’t no virgin.

I’ve fucked virgins before and none of them was as wide open as this. Shannon was lying but I let it go. I really hoped she wasn’t lying about being on the pill.
I don’t need any more drama.