Be Careful What You Ask For!

By Ronald Malbrough

This is the story of Deasia Cooper, a young teenage girl who had to grow up way before her time. Deasia also serves as the Narrator of this Story.

Our story takes place when Deasia continues to bother her parents, who were active members of the church and prominent members of society to go to a local school dance.

When her parents deny her request, Deasia becomes rebellious and defiant, and wishes that something would happen to her parents because they were so strict on her, and would not let her come and go as she pleased.

As this story progresses on, Deasia learns a powerful lesson at the end: Be Careful What You Ask For: because you just might get your wish!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468574890

Ronald Malbrough

Be Careful What You Ask For was written by Ronald, Malbrough.

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Chapter 1

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Deasia: Ma, can I ask you a question?

Mother: You just did. Now, what is Deasia? Make it quick because I’m trying to get my Sunday school lesson ready!

Deasia: It’s just Thursday though, Ma.

Mother: Yeah, I know. But I like to be prepared, Now what is it that you want?

Deasia: Can I go to the school dance tomorrow night?

Mother: No-way Hose.

Deasia: But mom, all of my friends are going to be there.

Mother: Young lady, don’t But Mom me. I answered you and my answer is final.

Deasia: Pretty please?

Mother: Deasia, I said no, now leave me alone.

Deasia: I’m the only 18 year old that can’t even go to the school dance. Why y’all still be treating me like a kid? I’m about grown and can’t do anything I wanna do.

Mother: You can do what you wanna do when you pay your own bills. Until then though, you’re under my roof and what I say go.

Narrator: (Deasia): Damn, that woman makes me mad at times. She acts like I can’t do anything. I don’t know of any 18 year old that can’t talk on the phone after 8:30. I can’t wait to get the hell out of this house mane! Hell, it’s 9:00 so I can’t even call Brittany; guess I gotta talk to her tomorrow.

Brittany is my best friend; her dad is also the preacher at my church. This is probably why my mom lets us kick it. Any other girl I try to kick it with is either too fast or too ghetto for my mom. She thinks everybody is gonna try to peer pressure me into doing drugs and having sex.

Even though I often think about having sex; it’s not like I’m tryna be a hoe with mine. I’m just curious, that’s all. All the girls at school be talking about it like it’s the best shit I never had. Even Brittany knows what it feels like. Tomorrow night would’ve been my turn to know what it feel like.

But so much for that plan. My parents get on my damn nerves. I hope something happens to their asses; they keep treating me like I’m a damn kid still. I’m all grown; I’ll be 19 soon, it’s time they start treating me like it.

I could stay with my Aunt Cynthia; she’d let me be me. I could go in and out as I please and have my boyfriend over the crib without a problem.

Rob would love that. I think he’s ready to break up with me because I can’t see him outside of the school campus.

Maybe my life would be different if my mom and dad still lived in the city. When they were in South Gate they were much cooler.

Once my mom started working at Phillip Morris along with my dad, they saved a lil money up and moved to wack ass Chesterfield when I was 9.

That is when they started going to church and acting all brand-new n-shit. My life been boring ever since then. That’s all my parents do is go to work, go to bible study, sleep, go back to work, to go choir practice, sleep, go to the deacon and deaconess meetings, and go to church.

A non-stop circle that I hate cause that means that that’s all I do is go to school and church. Thank God for Brittany cause if it wasn’t for her, I’d be going crazy.

Chapter 2

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WARNING: The Following Chapter May Contain Graphic Language and Sexual References. This Material Is Not Suitable Reading Material for Small Children.

Parental Advisory is Strongly Advised.

Mother: Deasia. Deasia. Deasia Cooper, If you don’t get your butt up and ready for school. I know you can hear me.

Deasia: I’m up, mane. I yelled in a groggy voice.

Mother: You better watch your tone with me young lady.

Narrator: (Deasia): I felt like going off on my mom cause a bitch needs her beauty rest, but I wanted to go to school a lil early so I could spend some time with Rob before the bell rung for homeroom.

Rob was my heart and I couldn’t wait to see him, so I got up, took a shower, took care of my hygiene, and got dressed.

School started at 8:00, but my mom and dad had to be at work at 8:00, so they made sure I was at school at 7:30 so they could be on time. They refused to let me ride the school bus for whatever reason.

When I arrived at school, the first person I saw was Rob. He always waited for me at the front of the school house every morning.

Deasia: Hey, Boo-Boo.

Rob: Wuz up Deasia?

Narrator: (Deasia): He replied to me. By this time my parents were no where in sight, so I gave Rob a hug and a quick kiss. Rob managed to stick his tongue in my mouth and kissed the hell out of me. He gave me the chills and made my pussy wet as shit.

Rob: Ya asked ya peeps bout letting’ ya come to the dance tonight?

Deasia: Yea, but they said no, Boo.

Rob: Damn, why they so strict on you shawty?

Deasia: I don’t know, they just be trippin’. I’ma try askin’ again when they pick me up though.

Rob: What about if you sneak out or tell ’em you gone be at Brittany’s house.

Deasia: Boy, please, you gone get me punished til I’m eighty fucking round.

School Bell Rings: Ding . . . . ding . . . ding . . .

Deasia: Damn, it’s 8:00 already. Time sure be flying when you don’t want it to, huh, Rob.

Rob: Yea, tell me about it. I get 30 minutes wit cha in the morning and 30 minutes for lunch.

Deasia: Well, it ain’t my fault, nigga. Blame my parents.

Rob: Come on Shawty, let’s go so I can walk your phat ass to your homeroom.

Narrator (Deasia): I couldn’t wait until school was over. All day I kept wishing my peeps was in a good mood when they picked me up and have a change of heart about the dance.

Deasia: Hey mom, hey dad.

Father: Hey baby.

Deasia: How was y’all day?

Mother: You can tell when your behind wants something.

Deasia: Why you think I want something? I was just wondering how was y’all day.

Mother: What else was you wondering, Deasia?

Deasia: Well, since you put it like that, I wanted to ask you can I go to the dance tonight.

Mother: Didn’t we discuss this, Deasia?

Deasia: Yea, but mom hear me out, I’m a good child and I also stay on the honor roll. Why can’t you give me a little slack? I can see if I was a problem child or something.

Mother: You make good grades because I stay on your case. You’re a good kid because I stay on your case. If I were to let you do as you please, you probably would be acting like those wild teenage girls I see on the Maury Show.

Deasia: Ma, why you be tryna carry me all the time. I’m the only person in school that ain’t gonna be at the dance tonight.

Father: I know one more person that’s not going.

Deasia: Who?

Father: "Brittany’s not going to be there because her parents stand for what we stand for. The Bible says, ‘Train up a child in the way he should go, and when they get older, they shall not depart.’ Deasia, One day you’ll see what I’m talking about."

Deasia: (Frustrated): Why are y’all tryna treat me like I’m still a kid?

Father: Maybe we do so because you are still a kid, young lady.

Narrator: (Deasia): I guess I’ll be in the all weekend with nothing to do. My parents are so crazy; they won’t even let me watch the rap countdown on Saturdays. How crazy is that? I wish they would loosen the hell up.

Maybe I can do one on their asses. If I convince them to let me to Brittany’s house, maybe I can make something shake. Brittany’s mom and dad are at church until at least . . . .

Deasia: Ma, can I spend the night with Brittany tonight?

Mother: Let me call her mom and dad to see what they think about that, O.K. darling.

Deasia: O.K. Ma.

Narrator: (Deasia): That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Just thinking about tonight is getting my thongs wet all over again. I’m gonna have to take a shower as soon as I walk through the door.

The ride home from school seem like it took longer than usual. Soon as I walked through the door I dialed Brittany’s house number.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): Praise the Lord, Deloris speaking.

Deasia: Hey, Mrs. Deloris, how are you doing today?

Narrator: (Deasia): I asked in the nicest tone I could muster up.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): I’m blessed, baby, and you?

Deasia: I’m doing fine. I called to see I could come spend the night with Brittany.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): Sure, you’re more than welcome, sweetie. Did you ask your mom and dad already?

Deasia: They said as long as you said yes, it was fine with them. She’s right here though so you can confirm it. Hold on, here you go Ma.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Deloris.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): Yes, how’s it going Cathy?

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): "Deasia’s bugging me as usual, you how those girls get around their age, they can’t sit still.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Girl, tell me about it, Is it O.K. for Deasia to go to your house from the night?

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): Girl she can stay the whole weekend. John and I had something else in mind anyway. You know this is our anniversary weekend so you’re actually doing me a favor by letting Deasia keep Brittany company for the weekend.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: We’ll bring her over in the next hour or so. Is that O.K. with y’all?

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): We’ll be waiting.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: O.K. then, we’ll see you soon.

Narrator: (Deasia): I knew Mrs. Deloris would say yes anyway, so I was already in the shower. Once I got out of the shower, I packed an overnight bag and was headed for the living room.

My mom told me to get some clothes for Sunday because I was staying the whole weekend. Now that’s what I’m talking about. I just might be able to get my swerve on, finally.

Deasia: Ma, I’m ready when you are.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Here I come right now baby.

Deasia: I’ll be waiting in the car, Ma.

Narrator: (Deasia): On the way to Brittany’s house my mind was in overdrive. I was mad as hell that I couldn’t go to the dance tonight though. Being that it was the last one of this school year, I knew that money gonna thumping hard.

Well, I guess since I can’t go to the party, I gotta bring the party to me. Once we pulled in Brittany’s driveway, my mom honked the horn twice.

Cathy’s Car: Beep . . . Beep.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Give me a kiss goodbye honey.

Deasia: Hey Ma, before you leave, let me ask you this. When are y’all gonna start treating me like a teenager instead of a toddler?

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Let me be the parent and you continue being the child.

Deasia: You know you could have let me go to the dance tonight. It ain’t like it’s a house party or anything. Teachers and principals are overlooking everything, so you can say it’s like a big pep-rally.

Cathy/Deasia’s Mom: Goodbye Deasia.

Deasia: Bye!

Narrator: (Deasia): I spit out with sort of an attitude. She gets on my nerve mane, I swear. Sometimes I wish she was dead. I slammed the car door and bee lined into the house.

Deasia: Hey, Mrs. Dee.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): Hey honey, Brittany’s in her room.

Deasia: O.K. thanks.

Mrs. Deloris/(Brittany’s Mom): No problem.

Narrator: (Deasia): As soon as I opened Brittany’s room door, she had the biggest and dumbest smile on her face.

Brittany: Wuz up, Bitch?

Narrator: (Deasia): Being that we were best friends that’s how we talked to each other.

Deasia: Ain’t shit, girl, koolaiding like a muthafucka Shawty.

Brittany: You know we got the house to ourselves tonight, right girl?

Narrator: (Deasia): When those words left Brittany’s mouth my heart dropped.

Deasia: Girl stop playing with me.

Brittany: Fo-real shawty. This weekend is their 18th Anniversary and they got a Time Share in Williamsburg they never get to go to, so I guess they picked tonight to go. I guess they tryna get they freak on girl.

Deasia: I know that’s right, I had the same thing on my mind too.

Brittany: You finally gonna give Rob some pussy?

Deasia: Hellll yeeaaa. I been wanting to give him some, but the opportunity never presented itself, ya feel me. I was so horny one day, I was gone give him some in the locker room for lunch time. I didn’t want to get caught, or worst, have everybody thinking I’m a hoe. Plus you told me your 1st time you bled everywhere, so that was a speed bump for me too.

Brittany: You think that nigga Tony fine ass gone be with him tonight?

Deasia: Shit, only way to find out, girl. Where the cordless phone at?

Brittany: Hungh, here you go.

Deasia: Girl, you think we can make it to the dance tonight since ya peeps ain’t gonna be here?

Brittany: "I ain’t feelin’ that, Deasia. You know how my peeps is. They’ll be probably calling here every hour on the hour.

Deasia: "With that said, we ain’t gonna be greedy. We gone take what we can git and be happy.

Brittany: Kool.

Deasia: Kool.

Brittany: Well, what the fuck you waiting on, call Rob ’nem then.

(Rob’s Phone Rings) . . .

Rob: Hello.

Deasia: Hey Boo, what cha doing?

Rob: Shit, koolaiding, thinking about you. Why wuz up?

Deasia: Can I see you tonight, or you rather go to the dance?"

Rob: Shit, since you put it like that, fuck that dance.

Deasia: Where ya man Tony at?

Rob: He on his way over here right now as we speak.

Deasia: Well, check it, my girl Brittany tryna kick it with him, so when you come to see me, make sure he wit cha.

Rob: Where y’all wanna kick it at?

Deasia: We around Archie Hill at Brittany’s house. Her peeps goin’ out of town tonight, so y’all can come here.

Rob: That’s wuz up. What time y’all want us around there?

Deasia: Around . . . . Well, I don’t know off top. Just stay by the phone and I’ma hit cha.

Rob: That’s wuz up Boo.

Deasia: Hey Rob,

Rob: Yea.

Deasia: (Continues): "Don’t forget some rubbers.

Rob: (Laughing): Ha, Ha, Ha Ha Ha. That’s some lil shit that’s already taken care of Boo. Don’t trip.

Deasia: I love you, Rob.

Rob: I love you too, Shawty.

(Deasia & Rob Hang Up the Phone)

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Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: Brittany, Deasia,

Brittany: Ma’am.

Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: We’re leaving now. This is the number where I’m going to be at in case of an emergency. There are some left-overs in the ice box. I’ll call and check on y’all when we get there.

Brittany: O.K. Ma. Y’all have a good time.

Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: Bye baby.

Narrator: (Deasia): As Brittany and I watched the car back out of the drive-way, I couldn’t dial Rob’s number fast enough. He answered on the first ring.

(Rob’s Phone Rings) . . .

Rob: Hello.

Deasia: Everything’s everything Boo.

Rob: O.K. we on our way. Don’t she stay three doors down from Baby Greg?

Deasia: Yea, you’ll see the porch light on.

Rob: Bet.

Narrator: (Deasia): As soon as I hung up I started getting nervous. My palms and the top of my nose were breaking out into a light sweat. I couldn’t even control myself.

When Rob finally got there, I was excited like hell. When I looked over at Brittany, she had a big smile on her face as well. The second Rob walked through the door, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on me that gave me the chills, he almost made me nut on myself.

We all went straight to the bedroom. Rob and I sat on one side of the bed and Brittany and Tony sat on the other side.

The plan was to wait until Mrs. Deloris called before anything sexual took place. Brittany had a 32-inch TV in her room with a DVD player. The fellas wanted to watch Belly so she put that in. Just as we were getting into the movie, the phone rang.

(Brittany’s Home Phone Rings) . . .

Brittany: Hello.

Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: Hey baby, just calling to tell you we made it.

Brittany: O, O.K. Ma, y’all have a good time!

Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: Are you and Deasia O.K.?

Brittany: Yea, we straight Ma, we watching a movie.

Deloris/Brittany’s Mom: O.K. bye bye then sweetie.

Brittany: Bye Bye Ma.

Narrator: (Deasia): After Brittany hung up the phone, I looked at her and she looked at me.

Deasia: Hey B, let me holla at cha shawty.

Narrator: (Deasia): As we walked out the room I could feel Rob looking at my body with lust in his eyes. Shit, who wouldn’t look at me like that?

I’m 5'3", 135 pounds, golden bronze, and shoulder length hair with golden bronze streaks. My measurements are 34D-26-40. In a nigga’s term, yes, I’m like that.

Deasia: Girl, how are we both supposed to do it in your room?

Brittany: I am going in the guest room.

Narrator: (Deasia): With that said we went back in the room. When the door opened, Brittany didn’t waste any time calling Tony out. As he was leaving out, I was going in.

When they were gone, Rob and I sat on the bed while the movie was still on. The part where D.M.X. was banging his shawty back out was on.

Next thing I notice, I felt Rob’s hand sliding between my legs. I felt a heat wave rush to my pussy. I had on a Baby Phat skirt so he had easy access.

When Rob leaned in to kiss me I started to melting to his touch. By this time he had done pulled my thongs to the side and had a finger half way in my pussy.

All I could do was bite down on his lip a little as I felt a spasm coming. At that moment, I heard his fingers inside me making a squishy noise.

As I lay back on the bed, Rob started undressing, afterwards, he helped me finish undressing.

I watched him put his rubber on and wondered how many times he gonna keep rollin’ it back. Damn that thang was big! When he finally had it on all the way and started approaching me, I almost chickened out.

All I could think was, how in the hell all of that gonna fit in me? Before I could think any further, he was rubbing the head up and down the slit of my vagina.

That shit felt so good, I was getting lost in the feeling until he slipped it in and penetrated the whole head in.

That shit caught me off guard and took my breath away. With every thrust, Rob penetrated deeper and deeper. That shit was hurting like hell.

In a weird and unexplainable way, but then it also felt good as shit. Rob leaned down and took one of my titties in his mouth.

Deasia: (Moaning): Sssssss, uunngghh

Narrator: (Deasia): I was so horny then, I felt like my pussy was on fire. Before I even realized it, I was trying to match every one of his thrusts with the same intensity. Never in my life have I ever felt so good before.

Deasia: (Moaning Continues): "Ooohh shit Rob,sssss, got damn, ungh, ungh, sssss, ungh, Damn I’m about to nut Boo. Ooouuu, Oh Rob, mmmyyy . . . . llllegggs . . . wwwoooon’t . . . s—stop . . . . sh—sha—shaaaaaakkkking, aaahhh shit, ah shit, ah shit, ungh, ungh, aaaahhhhh SHIT. What are you doing to me?"

Narrator: (Deasia): I couldn’t even control the tears. The crazy part about it was that he wasn’t even finished! He turned me over and entered me from behind. At first I almost jumped out the ceiling, but I couldn’t go no where cause Rob was holding my waist real tight.

He started fucking me like this was his last piece of pussy he was gonna get.

Rob: (Moaning, Grunting): Aww yes, aww shit Boo, Damn shawty.

Narrator: (Deasia): In the background, I could hear the headboard beating on the opposite side of the wall, along with faint screams. Some how that turned up my horniness up a knotch. Five seconds later, I was bucking like a horse at a rodeo. I was now matching the screams I was hearing in the other room, if not louder.

All of a sudden, it felt like my pussy had a heart beat and I started nutting everywhere! It seemed like somebody turned a faucet on in my body.

Rob: (Moaning Continues): UUGGH Shit.

Narrator: (Deasia): This was all I heard as Rob collapsed on my back. We were both soak-n-wet with sweat. He pulled off the rubber and disposed it in the trash can.

When I turned around to get another peek at Rob’s dick, he was putting another rubber on. I was in shock! He had my shit sore as hell."

Rob: You ready for round two shawty?

Deasia: (Panting): Nigga you just beat the frame out of my shit.

Rob: (Smiling): Well, I ain’t finished yet.

Narrator: (Deasia): With that said, he laid on his back and pulled me on top. I tried to take my time sitting on it, but he pulled me all the way on it. I froze for a second, the more I moved up, down and around, the more I wanted it. Before I knew it, I was riding him like a cowgirl.

Deasia: (Moaning): Umm . . . um . . . ummh.

Narrator: (Deasia): My body jerked when Rob ran a finger across my asshole.

Deasia: (Moaning Continues): Ssss, ooouuu baby

Narrator: (Deasia): Once he seen how much I liked it, he continued to play with it.

Deasia: (Moaning): Mmmmmm-hmmmm, Mmm-hmm shit.

Narrator: (Deasia): At this point I didn’t want it to stop. I felt Rob’s back start to tighten up.

Rob: (Grunting): Boo, I’m bout to cum shawty, ssss, damn. Cum with me Boo! SSSm Damn. Mmm-mmm.

Deasia: (Moaning Loudly): Uh, huh, uh, uh, oh, ba-bee.

Narrator: (Deasia): I was screaming so loud I thought the neighbors might hear me. Both of our body’s were trembling uncontrollably. When I finished nutting all over Rob’s dick, all I could do was lay on top of him for about ten minutes.

When I got up, Rob had blood all in his pubic hair. Some kind of way, it managed to get all over Brittany’s comforter. At that moment in time, I was kind of shame. My cheeks started turning red.

Rob: Damn, I beat that shit up like that Boo?

Deasia: (Embarrassed): Shut up Rob.

Narrator: (Deasia): After we washed up and got dressed, I looked in the mirror and I was a hot mess!

Deasia: (Exhausted): Boy, you done wore my ass out.

Narrator: (Deasia): I was sleepy as shit and Brittany and Tony were sitting in the living room. She was looking the same as I did. Once we walked the fellas to the door, Brittany helped me put her covers and my clothes in the washer.

She took a shower in her mom’s bathroom and I took one in the other. We joined each other back in Brittany’s room. When she dropped her towel to put her boy shorts on, I saw a big ass hand print on her ass.

Deasia: (Shocked): Damn, girl, what the hell y’all was doing?

Brittany: Girl, that nigga Tony working with a monster.

Deasia: I feel ya, cause Rob is too girl. That nigga got my pu-nanny hurting like shirt.

Brittany: Yours too huh? I’m surprised you didn’t hear me scream."

Deasia: Did I? Bitch you sounded like you seen a ghost.

Brittany: Fuck you Deasia.

Deasia: (Yawning): Mane, I’m tired as hell.

Narrator: (Deasia): We put fresh sheets and covers on the bed and went straight out. The last thing I remember was how I had just fallen in love with dick.

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Narrator: (Deasia): Today when I woke up, I was sore as hell. I couldn’t wait to call Rob. That nigga had me wide as shit. I was open like a present on Christmas morning.

(Rob’s Phone Rings):

Rob: Hello.

Deasia: Hey Boo, what cha doing?

Rob: Ain’t shit, just waking up. Why, wuz up shawty?

Deasia: I ain’t want nothin’. I just was thinkin’ bout cha that’s all.

Rob: Brittany people still gone?

Deasia: Yea, I think they comin’ back tonight.

Rob: Can I come see you before they come back?

Deasia: What time you tryna come over?

Rob: Sheit, bout an hour or so.

Deasia: Alright call me when you’re on the way.

Rob: Bet.

(Deasia & Rob Hang Up Their Phones)

Narrator: (Deasia): I might as well get it in while I can. I just might not be getting it no time soon fucking with my people. Brittany fixed us some pancakes while I patiently waited on