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Getting To The Good

By "J"

October, 2000 ©

 

 

 

 

Chapter XXIII

 


"Craig?"

"The one and only," he said, embracing me with a brotha hug.

"What the fuck you doing here?" Could he have picked a worse time to show his mug?

"I told you I was coming down this weekend."

"But what are you doing HERE?"

"You said you'd be at the Homecoming. I wanted to see you, kid. So here I am."
I walked up the steps, my heart racing.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me," Craig said. He followed me up the steps.

"Well quit thinking. You're obviously no good at it." Craig leapt in front of me, blocking my access to the gym doors. "Why you tripping?"

"Why am I tripping? The question is, why are you tripping? I told you I couldn't see you because I was going to Homecoming. I didn't mean for you to come down here, Craig. Not like this."

"And I told you I wanted to see you." Craig cast a glance over both shoulders and made sure no one was looking before he fondled himself.

"Stop that."

"Why? You and I both know the deal. We ain't gotta front. My little friend been missing some of you, kid."

"And why are you telling me?"

He smiled. "Cause you the only one, kid. Yo ass is the shit...tight, hot, deep, and you can work it, too. Remember how you was riding me so hard you broke the
bed--"

"Craig go home." I willed the stirring in my boxers to cease. "Even if I wanted, there's no way I can see you tonight. I have a date inside that's waiting for me to come back."

He crossed his arms against his chest. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, and I don't want to keep her waiting, either."

"Anybody I know?"

I didn't respond. Fate intervened, anyway, when one of the gym doors swung open and revealed Maya in all her splendor. "Tracy, you okay out here? It's been--Craig? What?" Maya glanced between the two of us, then settled on Craig. "What are you doing here?"

Craig chuckled, shook his head, chuckled some more. "Don't tell me you're here with him?"

Maya's hands flew on her hips. "Damn right I'm here with Tracy. Why? You got a problem with that?"

Craig kept shaking his head. "That's yo bizness, gal."

"I know it is," she said, turning back to me. "You ready to come inside?"

"I sure am." Maya and I turned to walk inside.

"We have a few things to finish discussing," Craig said. His eyes, now a dark jade, made clear that he wasn't leaving until he'd came to say what he had to say. Rather than start another scene, I told Maya that I'd be inside in a few, after I settled things
with Craig.

"Is he tripping about you bringing me?" she asked.

"No."

She addressed Craig. "Leave him alone! He's already had it out with yo boy Ryan tonight, and he don't need to take any shit from you, understand?"

With that, she trotted through the gym doors and left us alone again. "What she mean you had it out with Ryan?"

I sighed. "Why don't you ask Carter? He's your buddy."

"Never mind that," Craig said. "You on crack if you think you handle Maya."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What you know about pussy, kid? You'd look pretty damn stupid trying to get with her. I got her cat so tight now, it'd probably break yo shit clean off." He snickered.

"I ain't a virgin, in case you forgot, Craig."

"Hell naw you ain't. I made sure of that."

"I'm not talking about you, fool. I've had pussy before."

Craig broke up laughing. "Whose? Five-finger Sally's?" He jerked his hand obscenely.

"I know you want to believe you were the first, Craig, but the truth is, you weren't."

"Maybe, maybe not. Fact is, I was definitely the best."

"Shut the fuck up, Craig." I walked toward the gym doors.

"Truth hurts, don't it? Cuts like a fucking knife."

"Yeah? And what's your truth, Craig?"

He shrugged. "That I got the bomb ass dick and bitches and niggas both want it."

"Oh yeah. It's an equal opportunity dick, right?"

Craig chuckled. "You got it, little playa."

"Well, get this. That dick won't have another opportunity to hit this again," I said. "You
understand? I don't want you and I sure as fuck don't need you. I got somebody inside that wants me and needs me. And I'm not about to waste my time out here
listening to you beg."

Craig's nostrils flared. "You go ahead and try Maya, kid. See how far you get. All you know how to do is GET fucked."

"Leave, Craig. I'm through with you."

Craig grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him. "Don't try and play me, kid. You forget. I'm running the muthafucking show, not you. One word to your crusty old pops and it's all over for you and that bitch ass brother of yours. And I doubt that bitch
Maya would 'want' or 'need' your ass if she knew you was giving it up to me."

How long was he going to play this game? "What is it with you? We had our fun, Craig. You had your fun with Duane, too. But it's OVER. Done. Finished. Why can't you just leave us alone?"

"Because it ain't over until I say it's over, that's why," he replied with a sinister smile. "And you and me? We ain't over. Not by a long shot, kid.

"Now, I got us a motel room down at the Travel Lodge, so we won't be disturbed. Room 106. And if you want me to keep your secret, you better not keep ME waiting."

Craig left whistling, a satisfied smile plastered across his face. It was in the wake of his exit that I first tasted the bitterness of hate on my tongue. Hatred in its purest and vilest forms, the kind that makes you want to destroy the very object of your emotions.

 

 

 

Chapter XXIV

 

 



When I returned to the dance, the coronation was beginning. Maya embraced me as the names of the Homecoming King and Queen were announced: Ryan Carter and Maya Martinez. She dashed to the front of the gym to receive her crown and basked in the applause and cheers coming from our classmates.

I was glad the whole dance was over. It had been a night to forget, after fighting with Ryan and having Craig show up unexpectedly. I was in no mood to go to the "after party" at Ryan Carter's house as Maya wanted to do.

"Okay," she said. "I was only gonna go cause he' the King and I'm the Queen and everybody wanted to take some more pictures and stuff. It's cool. We can just chill together before going home."

I planned on dropping Maya off at home and going to the Travel Lodge to deal with Craig, but Maya was so excited, so full of energy and so wanting to spend time together, that I let her talk me into driving to the riverfront and parking.

"I know you kinda had a bad night, Tracy, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you taking me to the dance," she said.

"I told you I would," I said, emotionless. "My word is my bond."

She sat quiet for several minutes. "Trace...do you think I'm pretty?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded by her question. "No, Maya. I think you're beautiful."

She smiled, touched my cheek softly. "You're so different, Trace. You're thoughtful. You don't look at me like I'm just titties and ass, you know? I've had guys tell me that I'm beautiful before, but you're the only one that makes me FEEL that way."

She planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Then another. And another. Her breasts pressed against my arm as she leaned across the seat, showering the side of my face with kisses.

"Maya...what...what are you doing?" My voice was husky, almost unsteady.

"Tracy, I want to show you how much I care about you." She didn't wait for a reply. Her lips mashed against mine, her tongue spread my lips and tickled my teeth as she maneuvered herself onto my lap.

"Maya, stop!" I said, turning my head away. "You don't have to do this. I know you care about me."

"But I want to," she said. "I need you. I love you. I want you so bad, baby." Her lips found mine again. Her lush tongue filled my mouth so sweetly, I lost my train of thought. She pressed closely, clogging my nostrils with her fresh scent. Her breasts mashed against my chest. She broke our kiss and began to swirl her tongue inside my ear as she gently nibbled my earlobe. I heard myself moan.

"Maya, please...Maya...don't," I gasped. I knew that I did not love her, not the way she professed to love me. If I had sex with her, I'd be using her every bit as much as Craig had. But she was persistent. She was grinding in my lap, and my dick was responding, hardening, rising to meet her challenge. She was soft, and warm, and sweet-smelling. Totally beautiful, and totally in love with me.

She slipped her dress straps off her shoulders, revealing two perfectly round mounds of flesh, her nipples jutting from dark brown crowns the size of half dollars. I couldn't resist touching them, weighing them in my hands, mashing them together. I tweaked her nipples, found them to be as hard as diamonds.

"Beautiful," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. How could I refuse her? She was damn fine...a masterpiece, really. I licked at her breasts, rolled my tongue over her nipples. She hugged my head against one breast and then the other, as I took turns
tasting them.

She reached for my belt and unbuckled it, tossing it aside in her haste to unbutton and unzip my pants. I laid my head back, a willing hostage of her desires. It was then that Ryan and Craig's taunts returned to me, echoing in my head like forebodings of doom...

"Maya needs a real man...you're on crack if you think you can handle her...she'll break your shit off...what do you know about pussy...you only know how to GET fucked."

I jerked up, found Maya stroking my raging hard dick as she positioned herself over it.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Oh, don't worry, baby. I'm on the pill." She sank down, burying me balls-deep inside of her.

I shuddered, trying to remember my first experience with my old girlfriend a couple years ago. I did not remember the sex ever feeling this good. Maya's pussy wasn't warm; it was hot. Steaming. And as wet as a rain forest. Not only that, I could feel her muscles gripping and relaxing against my dick as she slid up and down, back and forth over every rock-solid inch of my erection. Craig was sure right about one thing. Maya's cat was tight!

I let her lead, as she rode me into a frenzy. Then, I laid her down on the seat and took over, using my 8 inches to slide easily between her swollen lips. With each thrust, came a moan, a curse from her mouth, and in my mind, I was talking to Ryan and Craig, telling them both how well I could satisfy Maya, how much she wanted me, how deep I filled her. How I was a man. The man.

She came just before I did, and although my orgasm was one of those   stomach-clenching, toe-tingling affairs, it didn't last long to repress the inevitable regret that had been growing inside me even before tonight. I had done exactly what Craig had done, what Ryan would do to Maya if given the chance. I'd used her. Allowed myself to benefit from her feelings for me. I instantly hated, not myself, but Craig and Ryan, for being the very catalysts of my rage, my sudden urge to prove my manhood by sexing Maya. Using her. I quickly zipped up and pulled away from the riverfront.

We didn't say much on the way home. Maya laid her head on my shoulder and seemed content just doing that. I was consumed with hate, with loathing. I avoided the rear view mirror like the plague. I couldn't stand to see my reflection. I doubt I would
even recognize myself. I had been changed, forever, within one night.

 


 

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