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  Hood Chick’s

  Story

  Part II

  Presented by

  LaShonda DeVaughn

  Copyright © 2010 LaShonda DeVaughn

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  In Loving Memory of Andre Stone….

  We did it again lil bro!

  A Hood Chick’s Story Part 2

  I told y’all I wouldn’t give up….

  -FIVE YEARS LATER-

  Chapter One- My new life with Tony

  “Thank you Jesus!” I said to myself while staring at the chocolate treat that I had the pleasure of melting in last night. I was laying in the bed of our fresh juices after three rounds of pleasurable sex. Tony’s sexy ass was getting dressed in front of the bureau. It was Friday afternoon and we’d taken a half day off work to get an early start on our weekend.

  He slid on his fresh True Religion jeans, Timberland boots and a crisp white Tee. On weekdays he would rock Versace or Hugo Boss suits because of his business. I had the best of both worlds; I was engaged to a corporate thug. When Tony was released from prison, he went back in the game and eventually used all of his drug money and turned it legal. He opened up a mortgage company in the heart of downtown Boston and it’s been successful for two years. He also cut his braids when he got out and was now rocking a low cut fade. His cut definitely gave him more of a professional look, but he was still my sexy thug.

  His clothes were now neatly assembled on his body and he brushed his hand over his waves checking himself out in the mirror.

  “You know you look good,” I said from the bed. He turned around examining my nude caramel body lying gracefully in the bed.

  “Nah you look good,” he said walking toward me before bending down on his knees. He spread my legs apart and stuck his tongue into my kitty and started using the skills that forced me to release seductive moans.

  Our sex life was the bomb, he loved French kissing the cat and I loved pleasing him.

  I took my hands cuffing the back of his head and turned it round and round while spreading my legs further and further apart. Tony willingly dug his head further into my kitty defining the true meaning of “giving some head”.

  After making sure that I was satisfied by sucking on my clit until my orgasm forced me to scoot away from his mouth, he looked me in the eyes and smiled. I was turned on by the juices that I left around his mouth because I knew that he loved making me feel good.

  He went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth while I lay lazily in bed recovering from yet another orgasm. My body was so relaxed and drained from all of the love making that I just laid there smiling in bliss. There was never a dull moment with us. Tony basically taught me everything I knew about sex and turned me into his true to the heart freak.

  “Come on Tiara, you gotta get up and get dressed!” he yelled out from the bathroom inside of our bedroom. I tried to pull myself out of bed but I was exhausted. As soon as I sat up, I laid back down to try to snatch up a few more seconds of rest.

  Tony and I were supposed to pick up our daughter from my friend Renee’s house and then head to New York. We planned to shop for clothes, shoes and jewelry, something we did quite often. Tony was spontaneous like that; he kept the spark flaming in our relationship. He always told me that there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for me and my daughter. He spoiled us rotten, we didn’t want for nothing and he referenced us as his girls who he would go to the end of the world for. Plus the fact that he had been locked up the first three years of our daughter's life made him go even harder at making up for lost time.

  It had been two years since he’d been out of jail from doing a three year bid. When he was released from prison, he had to do something quick to move my daughter and me out of the projects and into something more livable. He went right back to hustling and I mean hustling hard. Weed, coke, crack, the works. And before we knew it, he had enough money to buy us our own home.

  He copped us a beautiful five bedroom house in Avon that was built the same year we purchased it. It was about fifteen to twenty minutes away from the hood in a beautiful suburban neighborhood surrounded by mostly trees. It was a dramatic change for me after living in the projects with Renee for three years. But it was perfect enough for me to begin my new life with my family putting all the bullshit that almost made me give up on everything and everybody in the past.

  My new life gave me hope and I was finally happy again for the first time in a long time. I felt free and when I dwelled on my past, I blocked it out by putting more energy and focus into Tony and my daughter; they were truly all that I had in my life that was constant. I couldn’t complain about my new living situation either. Our new home had beautiful gleaming hardwood flooring throughout, marble in the kitchen with peppered gray and black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances; the shit was off the chain. The living room boasted large bay windows that let in a great portion of sunlight during the day, old fashioned style moldings and recessed lights that beamed from the high ceilings. I made sure that I hooked it up so that it looked like it had just graced a page of an IKEA magazine. Tony spent a fortune on our home but it was definitely worth it. And he didn’t stop at our home. He knew that since we had a child that he couldn’t keep hustling as his full time gig. So we did a great deal of research and commercial property searching until we found the perfect spot and that’s when he opened up the mortgage company.

  I was now able to put my community college degree to work by managing the office and overseeing all of the employees. I always joked with Tony telling him that our life was like that Mary J. Blige song because I was his lover and his secretary.

  I finally managed to get my lazy ass out of bed and got dressed. I met Tony outside where he was waiting impatiently in his big body 745 Beamer. He loved that damn car. My body was still weak and it showed in my walk because I was dragging my feet. Tony was inside the car bobbing his head to his DJ Drama mixed CD that he had turned up loud enough for the neighbors to dance to. He turned to look at me through his dark tinted D&G sunglasses. “T, why you walking so slow? We have to hurry up and get to the hood to get the baby and then be out, I don’t wanna hit traffic.”

  “Okay baby I’m coming,” I said moving just a step faster before approaching the passenger side of the car.

  We referred to our daughter Shayonna as “the baby” but she was actually five years old. She’s the cutest thing that sight has ever laid eyes on. She has a beautiful butter cream complexion, long hair that I often kept braided with beads hanging from them and chinky eyes that looked like she had on permanent eyeliner. She’s a daddy’s girl but she loves me all the same. Every time I looked in her eyes I saw my little brother who was killed five years ago when I was pregnant with her but it still seems like yesterday.

  I opened the car door and plopped inside the passenger seat and we were finally off to pick up the baby.

  At each red light Tony would put his right hand in between my legs and softly rub my k
itty.

  “Lean back,” he said.

  I sucked in my bottom lip and pushed the automatic clutch to lay my seat back and Tony drove away. He drove while putting one hand down my panties fingering me in slow circular intervals and the other on the steering wheel. We did freaky shit like this all the time; we couldn’t get enough of each other. He continued fingering my clit faster until I climaxed. I slouched comfortably in the passenger seat with my eyes closed enjoying the intense ecstasy that he took me to for the fifth time today.

  Tony tried to unbuckle his pants while he drove, he looked over at me licking his juicy ass lips giving me that sexy gangsta look and I knew that he wanted some head. He pulled out his chocolate stick and stroked it while I pressed the clutch to pull my seat back up. Just as I was crawling over with one hand on Tony’s lap he shouted, “Damn!”

  I looked up at him; I thought something severe had happened, “What’s the matter baby?” I asked.

  He sucked his teeth. “Man, we are here already!” he pouted. I sat up to look out the window and I saw the projects that I stayed at with Renee during the entire time Tony was locked up.

  “Baby can you just suck it a little in the parking lot?”

  I gave Tony “the look.”

  “Hell no Tony! I used to be one of them nosy chicks looking out of the window into people’s cars when I lived here. We just have to wait till we get to the hotel in New York. Don’t worry about it baby, you know I’m gonna hook you up.”

  Tony looked at me, his hand was still on his dick. I frowned my face pretending to sympathize with him. “I’m sorry baby, I got you in N-Y trust me.” I opened the door and looked back at him.

  “I’m about to go get the baby, I’ll be right back.”

  On my way to the door I saw a few people that I knew, they waved at me or nodded their heads to acknowledge me. This girl Bianca who used to babysit my daughter when I would visit Tony when he was locked up ran over to me. “Hey Tiara.”

  “What’s up?” I replied.

  She looked me up and down checking out my gear.

  Now that I was back on my feet, I was always rocking some fly shit and Bianca always noticed. Bianca was a cool chick, if she wasn’t, I damn sure wouldn’t have let her be around my daughter, but she was a good girl. She was a freshman in College and I knew that she had a good head on her shoulders.

  “We miss your around here.” She said.

  I sucked my teeth. “Girl please! I couldn’t stay here any longer especially with Shayonna.”

  “I feel you” she said.

  “Did you get to see her yet?” I asked.

  “Yeah I was up in Renee’s crib earlier today playing with her, she’s getting so big and more beautiful than ever.”

  I smiled, “Thank you, she get it from her Mama.”

  We both laughed.

  Bianca checked out my gear again and stopped at my shoes, “Your shoes are fire girl, where you get them from?” she asked.

  “I got them from Jimmy Choo in Copley.”

  “Those are hot!”

  “Thanks, but let me go in here to get my baby, you take care ‘kay’?” I said finally cutting her short.

  “A’ight you too.”

  As Bianca walked away I saw her looking hard in Tony’s car. I was looking back the entire time to see why the hell she was staring at him so hard. She was a cool chick but she knew the deal with me, she know I don’t play that shit. She finally turned in another direction and kept it moving. I guess you could say I was overreacting. Tony really never gave me any reason not to trust him so I didn’t know why I would often trip. I guess I just knew how some gold digging hoes were, especially chicks who didn’t care if they were breaking up a happy home. So I didn't trust no one because I would break a bitch's neck and his.

  The only time that I doubted Tony’s trust was before he got locked up. I had just moved in with him and my ex friend Ke-Ke and I were headed inside his crib when we spotted some smut that he fucked from back in the day popping up at the crib. Ke-Ke and I whooped her ass so bad that she became the reason that Tony got locked up. The bitch went to the police and snitched on him telling them who he was, what he was selling and where he lived. He had to do three years over that ho. Messing with smuts will do that to you. That’s why niggas need to start using their dick radar a little better or better yet being faithful to their girls.

  Till this day, I don’t know her reason for popping up at Tony’s house back then. I don’t know if she came to fuck or if he was even cheating on me or not but all I did know was that the broad thought she got her ass whooped then, if I had ever saw her again, I’d probably kill her.

  I had to live in the projects for three years on welfare struggling to raise my daughter while living in Renee’s living room with a million of her siblings barely getting by. When I say that I struggled for the three years Tony was locked up, I STRUGGLED, there is no denying that. I had to keep washing the same five or six outfits for my daughter and me to get by. Shit was hard and I thought about that girl every time I felt a tear glaze my eye for the way that I was living. The bitch made a wise move though, I heard she moved to one of the islands, she was Haitian or Jamaican or something so she fled with her

  family in fear of Tony finding her. I walked through the piss smelling project hall that I didn't miss one bit and arrived at Renee’s door and gave three strong knocks.

  “Who is it?” I heard a young sweet familiar voice sang out and I smiled.

  “It’s Mommy.” My baby girl opened the door, her eyes lit up when she saw me.

  “Mommee,” she chimed out before diving into my arms. I picked her and all of her five year old weight up like she was a toddler. I had missed her so much. It was hard going just one day without seeing her.

  “Hey Sweety, did you miss me?” I asked.

  “Yes I did Mommy, where’s Daddy?”

  I playfully rolled my eyes, “Where’s daddy? What about Mommy? I missed you too.”

  “Mommy, I missed both of y’all.”

  I placed her back on the floor and called out for Renee.

  “Renee!” My voice echoed but no one answered back.

  I looked down at my daughter.

  “Baby, where is Renee?”

  She batted her eyes and pointed to Renee’s bedroom door like she was grown and shook her head and said, “She’s probably in there on the phone as usual.”

  I knocked on Renee’s door once, then let myself in. I was shocked at what I saw. This bitch had the nerve to be on the bed fuckin’ some nigga. The sound of the door opening startled them and I could tell that they thought I was my daughter coming in because they tried to cover up quick.

  “Oh shit!” Renee screamed out.

  The funny looking dude she was fuckin’ looked up at me and then began pulling the covers over his face. I stepped out of the room which smelled like dead fish and ass and began rushing my daughter to the front door. Renee pulled one of the sheets off of her bed and stormed behind me trying to explain herself.

  “My fault T, I didn’t know you would be here that quick.”

  I turned around and shut my eyes for a second before I spoke to gather my thoughts.

  “Renee, what if I was Shayonna coming in that room?” Renee glanced over at the wall to avoid looking me in the eyes.

  “Your ass still haven’t changed Renee, that shit ain’t cute.”

  Renee was my homey and I loved her to death, but she was always with a different dude. Even when we were younger she was still exactly how she was now, it was so sad to see that she hadn’t changed any of her chickenhead ways. The niggas she would fuck could give a fuck about her, she would fuck them just to get what she could, twenty or fifty dollars here and there and then brag like the nigga was taking care of her. She didn’t care if he had a girl or not, as long as she was getting something out of it, she was straight scandalous but I still loved her trifling ass like a sister.

  “Well, I don’t know if my baby will be coming back
over here, she don’t need to be around none of that,” I said pointing toward her room where that scrub lay waiting for her in her bed. I was so frustrated looking at my homegirl, she was so pretty but made all the wrong choices. And frankly she was too old to still be sleeping around, we weren't little teenagers anymore, it was time to settle down.

  “Damn! You could have at least waited until I picked her up.” I shook my head and continued. “Nah Renee man, I can’t have her over here around you and your men.” I covered my daughter’s ears. “The dick couldn’t have been that good.”

  Renee sucked her teeth. “Come on T, don’t do that, she’s my little boo too.” She shifted the sheet around her body and covered herself as best as she could and squat to talk to Shayonna.