Street Soldier by Silhouettes

Author:Silhouettes [Silhouettes]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Urban, African American, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9781599831893
Google: bYZWEEXK4fQC
Amazon: 1601625928
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2006-12-31T05:00:00+00:00

Mama hadn’t been home all day. I was hungry again, but at least there was some bologna and cheese in the fridge for me to make a sandwich. I also made a pitcher of cherry Kool-Aid, then headed for my room to chow down. I sat on the floor with my PS3 controller in one hand and my sandwich in the other. My thoughts were about Romeo and his grandmother, but then I started to think about Ms. Macklin. I wanted to be alone with her again, and there was no way in hell I’d let her stop me again. I felt a bit let down. It had seemed as if the moment she got a glance at my dick, she shut me down. Maybe it wasn’t big enough for her, or maybe my kissing techniques weren’t right? Older women expected more from sex, and I had to admit that I wasn’t always as creative as I could be. Most of the time, I found myself in stick-and-move situations. It was all about getting a nut, but I couldn’t approach Ms. Macklin in that manner. I’d have to take my time with her, making sure that every inch of her body was satisfied. I had watched numerous porn movies in my day, but it was time for me to brush up. I took a few more bites of my sandwich, then looked in the closet for one of my porn DVDs. I put one in the DVD player, and began to take notes. I’d never eaten pussy, but the man in the video was fucking the woman with his curled, pointed tongue. I stuck out my tongue, trying to make it flow like his. The woman in the video was pulling her hair out, telling the man how spectacular his performance felt. I wanted to make Ms. Macklin feel that way, and as my tongue started to get into a rhythm, I looked in the mirror to see how I looked doing it. I closed my eyes, visualizing how pretty her pussy looked at the strip club that day. In my mind, I was tearing it up, too. I became even more anxious about being alone with her again.

I put my tongue back into my mouth, stroking my hardness down below. I was just about ready to get off, but the phone interrupted me. Without looking at the called ID, I answered.

“Jamal Perkins?” the stern voice on the other end asked.

“Yeah, who’s callin?”

“This is Monesha’s father. My daughter is pregnant, young man, and from my understanding, you’re the father. You need to get with Monesha’s mother and me, and tell us how you intend to take care of your baby.”

“I don’t need to do nothin’. You need to set up a spot for your daughter on the Maury show, because I am not the father of that baby. Until you have proof, don’t call my house disrespectin’ me no more.”

I hung up. How dare Monesha’s trifling ass try to put her baby off on me? These girls were proving themselves to be something else.

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