Grown Little Girl

By Alicia Reynolds

From the time fifteen-year-old Nyla was old enough to really understand things, she knew that she was different. Although she didn't want to be like her mama, who was fucking and sucking every dope boy in the hood, hoping to come out on top, she did yearn for attention from her old junior high school crush, Pete. Pete was a young dope boy trying to make a name for himself in the streets and in the process made his way into Nyla's heart, but after stumbling upon something unspeakable, Pete decided he wanted more than just her heart. Pete and his friend Cedrick ultimately created some tension between the crew, causing themselves to be blackballed and forced out the game by Jay, who was the man in Cincinnati. While dealing with a life-altering experience, Nyla came across someone who would soon help her discover the beast within her. Jamal was a twenty-three-year-old boss! Tall smooth dark-chocolate skin, bowlegs, and the most perfect set of white teeth she'd ever seen. Oh, and his body was pure perfection. Jamal took no shit! He was very serious and hardly ever showed that smile, but when he met Nyla, she gave him reasons to let a softer side to show. After being struck with yet another devastating blow, Nyla's best friend Shay told Jamal of the horrific things that had happened to Nyla, thus thrusting them both into a world that they never thought that they would know, let alone be a part of. Nyla jumped in the game with both feet under the guidance of Jamal and the rest of the crew as she found the woman within. The days of being that passive little girl were over! It was time to start making some real boss moves, grown-woman shit, and she was here for it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645849582

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Nyla

Oh shit! My mama coming, you gotta hide.

Hide where, Nyla? This muthafucking apartment small as fuck, ain’t nowhere to hide in here, Pete said, bucking his eyes as he looked around our kitchen.

"Pete, for real, stop talking shit and hide, if she catches you in here, she go beat my ass! See, I knew I shouldn’t have let yo ass in my house…ugh!" I looked at Pete with a serious, mean mug.

My heart was beating so fast. I could feel myself starting to sweat from the deadly fear of my mama catching me with a boy in the house. I looked at Pete again, this time with pleading eyes.

Please just go hide in my room under the bed or something, for real, shit, I’m not trying to be on punishment for the rest of the summer, Pete, damn!

Pete turned and walked out the kitchen through the living room and disappeared down the hallway.

Oh my god, if she catches him in here, she go kill me, I thought to myself.

Before my mama made it into the house, I ran in the living room, jumped on the couch, and tried to act like I had been watching TV this whole time. A few seconds later I heard our house door slam and my mama’s shoes clicking across the kitchen floor, but her footsteps weren’t the only ones I heard, so I knew that was my cue to get missing, because she was about to entertain yet another nigga. Hell, that was pretty much how she started every weekend, on her back!

Just the thought of her nasty ass fuck sessions had me mad as hell. I got up off the couch and was headed out of the living room when she stopped me.

What you in here doing? she said, making the duck lip face like all the girls be making on social media. I mean don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t old, she was only thirty-one, but she was too damn old to be doing that childish ass expression!

I just looked at her with that What the fuck is you doing face and answered her.

Nothing, about to go to my room and Facetime Shay.

Don’t be letting her fast ass give you no ideas, because you know I don’t play that hot in the ass shit over here. I’m the only one fucking in this house! Are we clear? she asked, waving her finger with them long ass fingernails in my face. I said, are we clear?

Yes, ma’am, crystal clear, I answered quickly because I knew if I didn’t, she would knock fire out my ass for showing any form of disrespect. As I turned to walk away again, she grabbed my arm.

Wait, before yo ass go running off, let me introduce you to my friend.

Oh, here we go again, I thought as I turned around to face the latest victim. I don’t know why she felt like I needed to know all these different niggas she was finessing.

I get a personal introduction to every one of her jump-offs like it was a good thing that she fucking so many niggas. Like her ass was gonna win the most niggas fucked by a single mother award or some shit.

I had to laugh on the inside at that shit myself. Shit around here, I had to laugh to keep from crying at the shit I was exposed to.

Nyla, this is Jay. Jay, this is my daughter, Nyla.

Hello, pretty girl, it’s nice to meet you. He waved and flashed them beautiful white teeth then turned back to my mama.

Nesha, you have a beautiful daughter, he said in his deep ass Barry White voice as this slick-ass grin spread across his face. I could just about imagine what it meant, because I knew his kind.

Jay was tall, about six foot, five inches, muscular built, smooth chocolate skin, and he had the sexiest bowlegs I’d ever seen on a man. I knew of him from around the hood, but I would never tell my mama that because she would try to keep me in the house even more than she already did!

Jay was one of them dudes that was getting to that bag out there in them streets. He was always driving the nicest cars, and he rocked Gucci everything from head to toe. Hell, his seats in his drop-top old-school cars are even all Gucci. Jay was the plug. He puts all the young niggas on in the hood. He was respected by most, and the ones that didn’t respect him feared him enough to know not to let that shit show!

Niggas like Jay were the only kind of niggas that had a chance with my mama. You had to be getting money or she wasn’t fucking with you, and all the niggas that knew her knew that!

I said a dry ass hello back and started to walk away, but my mama stopped me again.

I’m going to have a few drinks in an hour or so, so make sure you don’t be trying to make no plans to get up out of here with Shay’s little sneaky ass.

I ain’t! It’s too hot outside anyway, I’m chillin’, I said as I eyeballed my mama, trying my best not to look like I was up to something, but at this point, I could feel myself shifting back and forth.

I slowly backed down the hallway away from my mama and into my room, closing my door, and a few seconds later I heard my mama’s bedroom door slam shut.

I already knew what was about to go down, so I did my regular routine and turned my radio up loud as it would go. I hated hearing her ass have sex. That shit grossed me the fuck out!

Soon as I locked my door, the breath that I had been holding in without even knowing it came out as a huge sigh as I started looking for Pete.

Pete, I whispered as I flung open my closet door but no Pete. I looked under the bed. Still no Pete. I ran to my window to look and see if maybe he went down the fire escape, but my window was still locked from the inside, so I knew he couldn’t have gone out that way. "Fuck!" I said as beads of sweat had actually started to roll down my face as I continued to search every inch of my room.

Where this nigga at? I said as I looked at myself in my full-length mirror, pounding my fist into the palm of my hand. I was now in full panic mode. I started thinking of the only other places in my house that he could’ve hid without being caught, which was the bathroom or the hallway closet.

I slowly opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway so I could check both spots. I could instantly hear that nigga in there blowing my mama back out—ugh! That shit gave me absolute anxiety, but I couldn’t stress about that right now because I had to find Pete’s ass!

I opened the hallway closet. Nothing! Went in the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. Nothing!

Fuck, I said again as I closed my bedroom door behind me.

I sat on my bed and was freaking the hell out because I knew I’d seen him come down the hallway toward my room. All I could do was hope and pray that he got up out of here somehow. I fell back on my pillow, letting out all the air I felt like I had left and just prayed to God that this wasn’t my last day on earth.

After about thirty minutes had passed, I heard my mama and Jay go in the bathroom and start the shower, so I knew they was getting cleaned up to head back out for the night.

They needed to hurry the fuck up and leave so I could go outside and see if I could find Pete. This shit was starting to drive me crazy, like how the hell did dude just disappear like that?

The only other way that I could think of that he could have got out was our bathroom window, but it was so small. Plus it’s all concrete under our window, no grass to cushion a fall. He would have killed himself trying to jump out of it, and on top of that, we lived on the third floor.

Bam! Bam! Bam! My mama beat on my door, shaking me from my thoughts, to yell that she was leaving out again and that she would be back in a few hours.

Okay! I yelled back at her so she would leave already!

Once I heard the door close, I ran out my room to the kitchen window to wait for her and Jay to pull away from the curb. After I seen his red Lexus turn the corner, I ran back to my room to put some gym shoes on so I could go find Pete.

Bam!

I heard a loud noise come from my mama’s room. I froze for a second, then I grabbed my baseball bat next to my dresser and went toward her door. I waited for a second then slowly pushed it open.

Ahhhhhh! I screamed when Pete jumped up off the floor of my mama’s closet. "What the fuck you doing in here, Pete?

You said go in yo room, so I went in the room that I thought was yours. Shit, I ain’t never been in yo house before, I didn’t know which room was which, but that jacket you be wearing was on this bed, so I thought this was yo room, he said as a matter-of-fact.

Well, it ain’t! And that jacket is my mama’s, I just be wearing it sometimes, and why did you stay once you seen my mama come in here? I asked, looking real puzzled.

"Shit, I was in the closet with the door cracked a little bit so I could see you when you came in to tell me to run out, but they came in, so shit, I was stuck! Plus if I would have tried to leave out when I saw them come in, that nigga Jay would’ve shot me thinking it was a setup or robbery or some shit! Trust me, I know how that nigga get down.

Ay but shiiiiiiiid, what I just saw when I was peeking out that closet was some of the best shit I ever seen in my whole life, you feel me? That shit was better than the shit I be seeing on the internet! It was XXXXXXXX-rated! Damn, yo mama a freak, Nyla!

Whatever, Pete, just get yo ass out of here before she comes back, oh, and you ain’t going out the front door because everybody sitting outside, I said, pushing him toward my room. Pete walked in my room, unlocked the window, slid it up, and climbed out onto the fire escape that was connected to the side of our building, so my nosey-ass neighbors wouldn’t see him. I watched as his ass climbed down every fucking step and run down the block. I made damn sure his ass was gone this time and my window was locked back.

I fell back on my bed embarrassed as fuck about my mama and her sexcapade.

How will I ever live this down?

Two weeks later

I was still so ashamed that Pete had seen my mama getting her back blown out that I had stayed locked up in the house for two weeks straight. I was terrified of what he might say about the incident once he saw me, that I was just steering clear of him for as long as I could.

It was bad enough that all my neighbors talked about my mama like a dog, but for the boy I actually liked and have had a crush on since junior high up through my high school years to say something was even worse! It really had me feeling some type of way.

Oh well, since I’m still hiding out, I guess I’ll go people watch.

I posted up in my favorite spot in the house, the kitchen window. With my elbows propped up on my pillow in the windowsill, I just looked out at everybody outside living their best lives.

I looked from left to right, from corner to corner, taking in all the sights. From the crackheads arguing with each other, to the D-boys stunting for the neighborhood Thots, to the bad ass kids running in and out of traffic play-fighting.

As I turned my head to look back the other way, I saw Pete, Cedrick, and the rest of their crew posting up on the corner by the Stop sign right under my window. I tried to hurry up and duck my head back in the window before they seen me, but it was too late.

Nylaaaaaaaa, Pete sang my name. What’s up, girl? Where you been? And why you ain’t been outside to kick it with cha boy? He was being so animated, waving his hands all around like he was the shit.

I’ve been busy, I said dry as hell as I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look down the other end of the block.

Nyla! he called my name again but with a more serious tone this time. I turned my head back in his direction. This time my face was all twisted up.

What, Pete?

Pete had this creepy looking smirk on his face as he yelled at me again. You need to come holla at cha boy for a minute. I didn’t like the way he was pointing and laughing at his boy Cedrick. He kept holding his phone up to Cedrick, and they both would make a silly little facial expression. Cedrick kept pointing at me and then back to Pete’s phone, until I finally said something.

Rolling my eyes I said, Y’all just a couple of fucking comedians, huh?

Pete looked up at me, threw his hand up, and said, Naw, Ma, we businessmen, you know that! Don’t even try to play ya boy like that.

Whatever, Pete, just meet me in the hallway.

I wanted to know what the hell was going on. He yelled back to me.

Throw down the gate key, Nyla!

I snatched my keys off the counter, threw them out the window to him, and walked out my door, into the hallway. I didn’t need any more close calls with him being in my house, so he definitely wasn’t coming in again!

He could say whatever the hell he had to say right out here on these damn steps.

When I heard him coming up the steps, I took a seat on the stairs right outside my apartment. Pete came around the banister and sat right next to me. I could tell he was up to something by the way he kept laughing and looking at me with that same stupid ass smirk on his face. "What’s so funny, Pete?

Nothing, why you ask that?

Because you keep looking at me laughing and shit! I mean, something is giving you the fucking giggles! So what’s up?

Well, since you really wanna know, and I know yo mama ain’t home, because I just seen her hop in the car with Jay, let’s just go inside and I will tell you why I keep laughing, he said, leaning in all close to my face and shit.

Why can’t you just tell me right here? I said with a confused look on my face.

Trust me, you don’t want me to tell you this out in public, it’s kind of bad, but a good bad! he said, biting his bottom lip.

Damn! I didn’t like the sound of that, but I was too curious to know, so I let him in so he could tell me what this shit was all about!

Well, what’s so good but bad, or bad but good, that you have to tell me? I asked.

Pete walked into my living room and sat on the couch like he owned the place and started pushing buttons on his phone. I was standing there, staring a hole in his ass, waiting for him to tell me what’s up, when he patted the couch cushion, beckoning for me to take a seat by him.

I walked over to the couch. Pete reached out his phone to me and told me to press Play. I took the phone out his hand, but I sat on the chair across from the couch and pressed Play.

From the moment the video started to play, I was in absolute shock! It was a video from a couple of weeks ago of my mama and Jay fucking in her bedroom, the night Pete hid in her closet. The video was as clear as day, like it was recorded with professional camera equipment or something, but I forgot Pete did have the latest iPhone X. My mama was butt ass naked, getting hit from the back doggy style while the nigga stuck his fingers all in her ass, making her come back to back. I only know that because you can hear my mama yelling to Jay that she was coming again, and all her juices were flowing down her legs. Then he flipped my mama over and pulled her up to where she was on top of him, riding him cowgirl style. The rest of the video showed my mama sucking Jay’s big-ass dick for what seemed like forever until he shot his nut all over her face and titties, then it ended with Pete turning the camera around to himself. He was making all kinds of facial expressions and silently laughing into the camera before it finally cut off.

I was still in a state of shock, but then the immediate need to throw up came over me, so I got up to run to the bathroom to puke my guts out. After I emptied all the food that was in my stomach into the toilet, I wiped my face with a washcloth as I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head before grabbing my toothbrush to brush that puke off my breath.

Oh my fucking god, what am I gonna do? I thought to myself as I looked in the bathroom mirror. My mama is real life going to kill me if she ever finds out about this video. I slowly walked back out toward the living room to face Pete but was caught off guard when I saw Cedrick was now in my house too.

Pete and Cedrick were both sitting there with serious looks on their faces, but I was almost certain my face looked more serious than both of theirs because I wanted to know why the fuck Cedrick was in my house!

What’s going on, Pete? Why is Cedrick in my house?

Pete stood up and walked over toward me and whispered in my ear that he wanted some. I, like the virgin I was, yelled, Want some what? Yeah, don’t get it twisted, just because my mama was out here poppin’ pussy for a real one every other day don’t mean that I was too, because I wasn’t! See, I acted wild and hot in the ass when I hung out with my girl Shay, but I wasn’t making no noise!

Pete started smiling and said, I want the same thing that nigga Jay was getting from yo mama. Some pussy. And if you ain’t trying to come up off of none, I might just have to show this video to everybody in the hood, you feel me?

My stomach dropped to my feet. I felt like I was about to be sick all over again, but before I could run to the bathroom again, Pete grabbed my arm.

So what’s up, Nyla, what you gon’ do?

Cedrick laughed and pointed back and forth between me and Pete.

I didn’t find anything funny as I began to yell at Pete.

You got me fucked up, Pete! I thought we was better than that? How the hell you go blackmail me into having sex with you?

Pete looked at me, licking his lips and squinting his eyes, trying to look sexy.

I mean he was sexy as hell, but now was definitely not the time to let him know that I thought so!

Shit, we both know you’ve liked me since we was younger, but you just ain’t never let a nigga hit that. Shit, I fucks with you too, Nyla, but I need a little more than just a friend, you know? So what’s up? What you go do?

I knew I couldn’t let him show anybody else that video, because death would be my only way out of this situation once my mama found out. Not only because her pussy would be all over the hood, but the fact that I was the reason for it happening because I let somebody in her house, and a boy at that!

Pete grabbed my hand, snatching me from my thoughts, and led me back to my room. He looked back at Cedrick and told him to keep a watch out for my mama so we wouldn’t get caught. I swear that was the slowest ten steps I ever took. My heart was beating out of my chest. My hands were sweating, my mouth was dry, and I felt like I couldn’t speak. Even if I could speak, I don’t think I could find one word to say in this situation.

Once we were inside my room, Pete closed my bedroom door, walked over to the foot of my bed, and started taking off his clothes and shoes. I was so scared that my back was glued to my door. I was shaking like somebody had a gun pointed at me and was ready to empty the clip. Pete was now standing there with nothing on but his socks. He stared at me for a second then told me to take off my dress. I hesitated, but Pete gave me that Don’t fuck with me look!

I walked over, sat on my bed, and got undressed. I hurried up and pulled my covers over my body so he couldn’t see me. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. How could Pete make me go through with this sick ass shit?

Pete stood in front of me with his dick hard as hell. He didn’t have a shy bone in his body. Unlike myself. I was horrified that a boy was not only about to see but have his way with my naked virgin body.

Come here, Nyla, he said, making me cry. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll like it, I promise, he said as he leaned over and started kissing me on my neck and rubbing my back, the only thing that wasn’t covered by my blanket. Then he pushed me back slowly, pulled the cover off, and got on top of me. I was so stiff, and my body was not moving unless he moved it.

He put his hand down between my legs and started rubbing my pussy. I was still scared, but the feeling it started to give me made me feel like my body was turning against me, because my mind, heart, and soul didn’t want this, but my pussy was loving what was happening.

Open yo legs, Nyla, Pete whispered in my ear. So I attempted to open my legs, but I guess I was moving too slow because Pete took his leg and pried my legs open in one swift motion. Once he had me open like he wanted, he began playing with my pussy again, but this time it wasn’t with his hand. I knew it was his dick because it felt round, and before I could ask what it was, it happened.

Pete pushed himself inside me fast and hard.

Ahhhhhhhhh! Pete, that hurt, I said with tears