A Dopeboy Stole My Heart

Y ES DADDY!

I moaned as Slim hit every spot imaginable, as I lay on all fours in his grandmother’s living room.

You like that shit, don’t you? he whispered in my ear as I grabbed the covers and threw that ass back like the pro I was not. Slim didn’t know this but he was the second person I had been with sexually. The first person was my longtime high school boyfriend, and we had taken each other’s virginity, so we barely knew what we were doing. There had been a couple guys that I let go down south, but that’s not the same as getting your back blown out by an obvious champion. I felt Slim tensing up from the nut he was about to bust and quickly made him pull out.

Not in me nigga, not today, I said as I handed him the condom.

It doesn’t make sense now, but at the time I was letting Slim go in raw until it was time to bust and then made him put on a condom. In my mind, Slim was too ugly to get any bitches, and looking at me, I knew he would never cheat on this because I was the finest girl he had ever been with.

Not to toot my own horn, or sound cocky, but for once I actually meant that shit. My family was full of beautiful, light skinned people and it seemed that I was always chosen last over them. Not because I was ugly, because anybody with eyes could see that I was fine as fuck with my light brown eyes, plump lips, C-cup breast, a skinny ass waist and a round ass that sat up in anything that I wore. I was tall for a girl and stood at a whopping 5’9 and was often told I looked like a darker Sanaa Lathan. That didn’t matter back in that small, wacky ass town I lived in, because them niggas liked white girls, and I wasn’t light enough for them.

Oh well, these Denver niggas been drooling over me since I got here, and I seriously was eating it up and feeling confident than a motherfucker; nobody was going to take that from me. No one compared to me and I knew this, but boy was I wrong. After he pulled out, he bust on my ass cheeks which I had clapping so hard that it was the only sound you could hear throughout the house. He gave me a towel to wipe the cum off my ass, and I gathered my clothes and went to take a shower before his grandmother got home.

You trying to come take a shower with me babe? I said as I walked naked to the end of the hallway, making sure my ass bounced extra hard.

Nah, I’m good, he said as he started breaking down some weed he had on the tray.

Okay I’ll be quick, I responded back, taking note, but not caring about how foul the nigga was for not taking a shower after we just had a good sweaty 20-minute session right in the middle of the floor. In due time, I would find out just how raunchy and foul this ugly ass nigga was.

Iwatched as Sanaa’s plump ass bounced down the hallway as she went to get in the shower. The way her ass jumped and the slimness of her waist made me want to call her back for another round, but I refrained because I knew that in a little over an hour, my grandmother would be home, and she didn’t like nobody in her house, let alone a bitch.

I refrained from taking a shower with Sanaa because truth is, I didn’t deserve her. She was beautiful, genius smart, and a good girl, and I was sadly about to introduce her to my bad boy ways. I told her cousins and family that when she moved to Denver that I would stop my raunchy ass ways, but truth is, I couldn’t if I tried. I was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder but hadn’t taken my medicine since the beginning of high school. Without my meds, I was unable to fight the sexual urges I felt and would literally sometimes fuck anything with a vagina. Back to the reason I didn’t take a shower with Sanaa.

Earlier that day, I was having urges and Sanaa couldn’t make it to me fast enough, so I went down the way and fucked Janae’s ugly ass in the shower.

Y’all can say whatever you want, but a nigga has needs. I’m not the finest nigga in the world, but bitches can’t resist my 10-inch-thick friend, just believe me. I had bitches literally everywhere in Colorado. And yes, most of them were fine. Not Sanaa fine, but at least rated at seven out of ten fine, well to me at least. I also had a lot of hood rats who were just that, rats but it is what it is. Just because I was ugly didn’t mean that I didn’t have game. I had bitches on the Eastside, in Park Hill, some Spanish bitches on the Westside, a couple in Aurora, and even a few out in Colorado Springs.

Sanaa was the only bitch I didn’t finesse. Everyone else was a finesse and a fuck. I got something out of them, whether it was money or weed. Some bitches even had helped me set niggas up, and I robbed their asses’ blind, and never worried about retaliation. When you’re blessed with the dick I have, a bitch will do anything for you, and I learned that back in elementary school when I started fucking. The only bitch I ever planned on taking serious was Sanaa. I wanted her pretty ass to have my babies someday, and marriage has even crossed my mind. I just have to train my mind to fuck one pussy for the rest of my life, which shouldn’t be a problem. Or will it?

R ide this shit like you mean it bitch, I said to Tracy as she rode my dick while squatting on her feet.

Man, fuck you Robby, she said as she attempted to climb her fine chocolate ass off my dick.

I’m tired of you calling me out of my name all the time, especially when I ghost my man to come give you this good pussy.

First off bitch, I call you what you are. You’re only ghosting your boyfriend to come fuck me because of your long-time middle school childish ass beef with Michelle. You already know what the fuck it is. Don’t you ever in your life act like we’re shit else but fuck buddies. And this all came from you sucking my dick at a party, so act like you remember before I have to remind you. Now get back on this dick and you better not get up until I cum, on the Crips, I replied.

Yes daddy, her trifling ass had the nerve to say.

After I bust my little nut and put Tracy’s raggedy ass out, I got in the shower and started thinking. I have no idea why I do what I do to Michelle. She is one of the baddest women that Colorado has to offer, even with her average body, and she has rode with me since middle school. She looked almost identical to Lisa Bonet from The Cosby Show, just fine for no reason. Yet, here I am cheating on her again with no excuse as to why. She’s forgiven me over fifty times and maybe that is why I continue. Lately, I’ve become really bold and have messed with some bitches she can’t stand and I don’t know if she will forgive me if she finds out about bitches like Tracy. As my thoughts got deeper my bathroom door bust open and I hear my love screaming at the top of her lungs,

NIGGA WHY THE FUCK AIN’T YOU ANSWERING THE FUCKING PHONE?

She pulls back the shower curtain, one hundred percent, expecting someone to be in the shower with me and I notice her beet red tear streaked face and it makes me panic thinking that she knew I was fucking someone.

What are you talking about Michelle? I said calmly. I’d just woke up, which wasn’t a full lie. Right before Tracey hit me up, I had been sleeping. You know damn well I be on the block all night. I’m out here grinding so you can wear all that nice shit, keep your hair done, and so we can eventually live in the mansions in Cherry Creek with the white folk. You better act like you know something, I said as I closed the shower curtain so she wouldn’t see the guilt written all over my face and body language.

As I stood in the bathroom after Robby shut the shower curtain on me, I began to feel crazy and sad for blaming Robby for cheating. I was on my period, so my emotions were eating me up, but I couldn’t let him know that.

Nigga I really hope so. Don’t act like you never fucked a bitch just because I was on my monthly. Keep playing with me ‘cus you ain’t the only motherfucker that’s fine with a high sex drive, I said.

I knew I was pushing his buttons, but I didn’t care. He had hurt me so much in the past that even if he wasn’t cheating, I still didn’t feel like he had felt hurt like he hurt me.

What the fuck you say Chelle? Robby commented.

You heard me, I boldly stated. Robby calmly got out of the shower and dried off all while mugging me. I tried not to but all I could focus on was that 8-inch monster in between his legs that I wish I could sit on. After he lotioned his body and put on his boxers and socks, he rushed me and held me by my neck against the wall, slightly turning me on.

Don’t you ever in your life say no shit like that to me again, Chelle. If you wasn’t’ going to forgive me, then you should have left me. I love you with all my heart and that’s why I refuse to let you go, but the moment you give my pussy away it’s a wrap, no matter how many of these trifling ass bitches I been with. Do you understand?

All I could do is nod because he caught me so far off guard. He be having me fucked up, but he also knows how to keep me in check. Soon after, we were smoking on some purp and laughing at The Wayans’s Brothers like I just didn’t come over there flipping my shit a couple of hours earlier.

You know I love your fine ass Chelle, Robby said.

Mmmmmmhhhhhmmmmmm nigga, I love you too, I said as he kissed on my neck.

As we laid back and cuddled, I started thinking about why I love him so much. I mean he was the only consistent thing in my life besides my grandmother. My mom and pops both chose crack over me. They would get sober and come see me two to three times a year, which I always enjoyed but it also broke my heart.

My grandmother would only let them come see me when they were sober. She is my father’s mother and when I say she don’t play that shit; she doesn’t play that shit. When I was a kid, I used to dream about the day they would swoop me away and we would all live happily ever after, but that day never came. And that is why I think I fell so hard for Robby. He’s always been the it guy and he was the only one around the hood that matched my swag. He and my grandmother are the only consistent people in my life and that is all I have ever wanted in life was consistency. All I know is Robby.

I mean, I’ve had a couple different sex partners because I’ve always tried to fill the void I’ve had from not having a mom or a dad, and started having sex when I was eleven years old, but it was nothing like Robby. Robby was here for me, he was the love of my life, and I was going to be his wife. If only he would stop cheating on me.

G irl his dick was like 20-inches, I exaggerated to my cousin, who was also my roommate.

BITTTCCHHH! Don’t nobody want to hear that shit! You know he’s like my brother! Dee-Dee exclaimed with her extra ass.

I side eyed her as I watched her ready to explode with anticipation from the question she was holding back.

Did you ride it? she asked as I burst out laughing.

Quit acting like you don’t want to know hoe, and maybe I can finish my story, I told her."

Y’all some nasty bitches, our bestie Kimbella said as she rolled her eyes.

Girl, I know the fuck you ain’t over there talking, I said. Just a year ago your ass was sneak dickin’," I said to my bestie as she burst out laughing. She had been a lesbian her entire life but also liked the penis every once in a while. She was awfully fertile and ended up pregnant every single time she didn’t use protection. Her and her girlfriend were still beefing over how she ended up with a baby.

Fuck you Sanaa, she said.

You wish, I said