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Chapter XII
Duane's 18th birthday meant celebration time. With his birthday only days before the start
of school, my brother decided to have a pool party at the Aquatic Center. If he had chosen
any other place, I wouldn't trip. But the Aquatic Center? Akil Anderson worked as a
lifeguard there.
My parents, Duane and friends had no idea that I'd met
Akil while attending GMAAD youth group meetings these past three weeks. They also didn't
know that I was attracted to him. I feared that being so near to Akil, my attraction might
somehow be detected.
No matter my fears, I was obligated to attend Duane's party. We were barely on speaking
terms, but Duane was still my brother and I was still obligated to attend his party.
The day before the party was the youth group's Friday meeting. After the meeting was over,
I casually asked Akil if he would be on duty at the Aquatic Center on Saturday. When he
replied yes, I hoped with all my might that I could keep my feelings and desires in check.
Saturday afternoon, my parents and I arrived at the the Aquatic Center for the
festivities. Duane would come with friends later. He told our parents to expect a large
crowd because he had invited everyone from Vanderbilt High. Duane's birthday bash would
also be his going away party--he was set to leave for college next week.
It was already hot by the time we arrived, so I immediately changed into my swimming
trunks and Nike sandals. The pool water sparkled such an inviting blue, I could hardly
wait to lose myself in its cool depths.
As I stood admiring the water, someone whispered in my ear, "Beautiful, isn't
it?"
I turned and found myself face to face with Akil. "W-w-what?" I stammered,
completely taken aback by the sight of him clad only in a pair of swimming trunks.
"The water--I said isn't it beautiful."
Yeah, the water was beautiful, but so was Akil. He stood close enough for me to smell his
minty breath and perfumed deodorant.
"I guess you ARE related to the Diggs that are throwing the pool party, huh?" he
asked.
I nodded. I tried not to be obvious, but my eyes were drawn like magnets to his
quarter-sized, Hershey's kisses nipples. They begged to be kissed.
"Well, maybe later on we can swim a few laps together. Maybe you can show me some of
those fancy techniques they teaching you over there at Parkway," he said.
"Cool."
Unexpectedly, Akil pulled himself close for a quick brotha hug. His nipples mashed against
my chest. I liked the hardness of his upper body, the strength and the endurance his
muscles held. Before we parted, he showed me his beautiful smile and waved good-bye.
Our encounter left me dazed. If he only knew what he was doing to me! But he wasn't the
only one messing with my hormones. Since my last encounter with Craig, I'd been a walking
erection. I went to bed hard and woke up even harder. Sex was constant on my mind and I
reflected on Craig and I getting down in Duane's room every single day. I felt so
corrupted by Craig. I hadn't been a virgin in two years, yet around him, I felt more
starved for sex than I had as a pre-teen.
Now, there was also Akil stirring my desires. Looking across the pool at the burnish of
his bronze body, I prayed for strength because it was going to be a battle to hold back my
erection. At least I wouldn't have to deal with Craig. To my knowledge, he and Duane had
not yet made up, and it was doubtful that my brother had invited him.
Unfortunately, Craig showed up anyway. Turns out Duane didn't invite him--mom told his mom
all about the party.
Duane didn't look too pleased to see Craig's mug, but the ladies, as usual, were riding
his jock pretty hard. I kept my distance, for obvious reasons. While steering clear of
Craig, I noticed Maya, his ex-girlfriend, standing off to the side looking down.
"Hey, pretty girl. Who's got you frowning today?"
She smiled at me. "Hey, Trace. I'm cool, you know. It's just...I still miss
him."
She stared across the court at Craig, surrounded by several young ladies.
"I wouldn't sweat it, Maya. I hate to say it, but Craig doesn't seem so
brokenhearted. You shouldn't be either. You're too damn pretty to be looking so sad."
She brightened a little. "You think so?"
Truth be told, I'd had secret crushes on Maya Martinez since second grade. She had
beautiful features, thanks to her mixed heritage. Her full, pouty lips and round
nose were gifts from her father's African American side of the family; her coal-black eyes
and silky, long hair she inherited from her Puerto Rican mother.
"What would make you think you're not pretty?" I asked, dumbfounded.
She looked down at her feet. "Craig says I'm a mutt. The worst kind."
I wasn't surprised to hear that Craig had been so disrespectful to the girl. "Maya,
now you know you got it going on. What Craig thinks ain't important. I think you are the
prettiest, sexiest female here. And guess what? I'm not the only one who thinks
that."
Maya's smile was genuine. I grabbed her hand and led her closer to the pool, so we could
dance with everybody else. We had a good time dancing together. She was the perfect
distraction for me, and I found myself relaxing around her. After dancing for a while, I
got tired and left her with another brotha.
I sauntered off to the bathroom for a piss. No sooner had the door closed behind me, it
opened again. Craig charged behind me, slamming me against one of the stalls. His eyes
were yellow-green slits. "Muthafucka, I should bust you up right now. Dancing with MY
girl?!!
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