Premarital sex and other things that were considered "devil's work" was absolutely, positively prohibited from Mama Cecile's household. Mama's words were law and that was that. My mother was so damn strict that I could not explain myself half the time without her ass acting a plum fool first. She was as sanctified as they come and was proud of it. Cecile Marlene Davis was born and raised in Atlanta, GA. She moved to Chicago three months before my birth because she wanted a new life. My father, Kendall Jones, died in a plane crash on his way to New York to his family reunion. He died when I was a month old, I believe. My father met my mother at a bar on the south side of ATL.
She was not saved until she met my father. Before she was saved, Cecile was as fast as a race car. She was one of those chicks that worked in the daytime and partied her ass off at night. She'd bring a different nigga home every night and take every dime they had, too. My mother was so off-the-wall; she almost shot one of the married men's wives for even having enough balls to ask Mama about her husband. From what Mama told me one day, she said that one day some woman had bumped into a grocery store and started asking her if she was Cecile Davis. She told the lady that she was indeed Cecile Davis and asked her what her deal was asking her questions.
The furious woman's eyes had widened out of anger, so she began swinging on my mother. Luckily, my mother ducked and grabbed her piece out of her purse just in time before getting her ass knocked down. The wife threw her hands in the air and asked, "What that shit necessary?!"she yelled, moving towards the brick wall. My mother threw her head back, placed her gun in the purse, and bounced. Luckily, no one saw them get into a confrontation. If the cops were there, Mama and the other chick would have been in jail for disturbing the peace. And for what? Over a loser who could not keep his dick in his pants.
After the incident with the other chick, Mama left the night life alone and began thinking about changing her life for the better, but she didn't know how until she met Kendall. That's when she began giving her life to God. Before leaving for work, Mama told me not to invite our next door neighbor's son, Clarence, over the house because he was a bad influence. She told me that he was one of those boys who liked to do "devilish" things like looking up under girls' skirts and feeling on their breasts. I thought it was in a boy's nature to do shit like that unless he was gay or something.
"Well, I am on my way to work. Remember, don't let that boy in this house," she demanded. I nodded yes and lay back in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I heard Mama lock the top lock and left for work. Suddenly, I heard the phone rang. I jumped from my bed and walked towards the living room.
"Hello," I replied with a sigh.
"Hello. Is this Sasha?" Clarence asked.
"Uh," I coughed. "This is she. Who is calling?" I asked.
"This is Clarence. Is your mom gone?"
"Yeah, she's gone. She won't be home until midnight," I told him, fixing my hair. I heard excitement in his voice. "Okay. I am on my way to your house," he affirmed with a slight cough. Click. The dial tone was all I heard. I breathed heavily and prayed that everything went well because I wasn't supposed to let his ass in the house in the first place. Plus, I have decided not to judge a book by its cover just because Mom did not like Clarence for some reason. Besides, I have not heard bad things about him from other people, so I did not see what Mama's deal was, anyway. Like I said before, she's an old-school woman who has her own perception of things in life.
Five minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and making sure my pussy was not stale. I washed my tail the night before, but hey, you never know these days. Yeast infection and other shit can creep up on a sister without warning, you're the talk of the town. People will either call you "Itchy Pussy" or "Bloody River". You're screwed and it's not a good thing.
I placed my things on the sink and walked towards the door. I looked at the peephole and saw Clarence's fine self standing in front of the door, looking good as ever. I opened the door and let him in. He walked inside the house, acting paranoid and shit. "Clarence, I told you my mother is not hom," I assured him, pushing his shoulders a bit.
"Oh, I know," he said. I gave him that man-please-I-saw-your-ass-sweating-bullets- type of glance. I laughed and grabbed his hand, taking him to my room. I plopped my ass onto the bed, looking at the ceiling while Clarence was admiring how clean my room was. Hell, I ain't no dirty chick. I believe in keeping my stuff clean. I can't stand filth. That ain't my style.
"Yeah, your room is nice, Sasha," Clarence said.
"Thanks," I said with a smile. "I'm glad you're feelin' my shit," I told him, rubbing my flat stomach. Besides keeping my house neat, I also kept my body bangin', too. Half of my peeps on my father's side were fat and out-of-shape. The only people that kept themselves together were Aunt Sarah, Uncle Orlando, Tony and a few others but that was because they were Army and Marine bound, so they did not have a choice but to stay fit and trim. My mother's side of the family, on the other hand, stayed fine as ever. My room was not the only thing that Clarence was checking out, though.
I felt his eyes glued to my six-pack as if he was itching to touch me. I ain't gonna lie to you. I wanted him to touch every part of my body. He was handsome. He, too, kept his body right but he concealed it a lot. Why? I don't know.
He had nice facial features and he smelled so good, it drove me nuts half the time. I wondered what type of soap or cologne he was wearing because whatever he was using sure in the hell was driving my ass to the point of wanting to tear off every piece of his clothing and starting screwing his brains out!
"So, do you have any CDs we can listen to?" Clarence asked, trying to stall time.
"Clarence," I said, getting up from my bed, walking towards him. "Why are you really here?" I asked. Clarence shook his head. "I don't know. I wanted to see how you have been doing, I guess. Why did you asked?"
"Because I felt your eyes glued to my stomach," I giggled. "That's why." I felt something dripping between my thighs. I was not sure what it was, but whatever it was sure in the hell had put a smirk on my face. Clarence looked at me with a what-the-hell-are-you-doin'- glance but he did not stop me from making my move. He knew what time it was.
"You didn't come here to watch t.v. with me, did you?" I asked. He rolled his eyes a bit because he knew his tail was busted. He breathed. "Okay. Maybe I didn't come to see a movie, but there was something I came here to do, though."
"What's that?" I asked, kissing his neck.
"I came here to spend time with you," he confessed. I gave his face tiny pecks of kisses. Afterwards, I kissed his neck, giving the brother something he can really feel. It felt so good, so right. As crazy as it sounds, I have been having dreams about losing my purity to someone. The only difference is that I did not lose my love at my place but elsewhere. Here's the kick to my castle in the sky. In my dream, I lost my cherry to someone else, not to Clarence. I began touching Clarence's back until he brushed me off.
Confused, I stood in the middle of the room, wondering what his deal was.
"Clarence, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I think we're moving too fast. I mean, well, this is kind of embarassing to say."
"What is it?" I asked, wanting to know.
"I don't want to take you for granted." I laughed at what he told me. I felt his patience getting thin. "What is so damn funny?" I shook my head and stopped laughing. "I am sorry, Clarence. It's just that you caught me off guard, that's all."
"Oh, I see what's up. You're more into fools getting off on you but you laugh at me for being a gentleman, huh?" he said with sarcasm. I licked my lips and said, "It's not even like that. It's just that I don't meet too many guys like you. That's all I am saying," I assured him. He nodded yes and began caressing my face.
Afterwards, we kissed and cuddled. The moment was right. It was jsut me and Clarence, exploring each other's fantasies. We did not do the humpty-hump like most people do. We made love but the weird thing about it was that his dick ripped the hell out of my cherry like a fiend sticking a needle in his arm just so he can get that sensation running through his veins. But, after a few more tries, I started to get used to Clarence's nine-inch penis filling me up. Damn, he sure is big for his age, I thought.
Clarence was gentle with me. He caressed every inch of my body while whispering some sexy things in my ear as well as working the hell out of my nipples with his tongue. My body quivered from the top of my head to the soles of my feet and beyond.
"Say my name, Sasha," he demanded, pushing his magic stick in me further.
"Clarence."
"One more time for me," he murmured in my ear, kissing my collarbone.
"Ooh.." I said with tears flowing from my eyes he was tapping my ass so well. After our two- hour fuck session, I was so tired I could not move to save my life. Clarence smiled at me while putting on his clothes. "So, how was it?" I grinned from ear to ear. "It was great. You did your thing on this one, " I affirmed, tossing and turning in my bed. He laughed. "Thanks. Your pussy ain't bad either." He glanced in the middle of the bed and said, "Sasha, something red is on your sheets."
Vexed, I immediately looked at my bed. Oh snap! I thought to myself. I jumped from my bed, naked, as if I was lying in the middle of a crime scene and ran towards the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and damped it a little bit with hot water. I returned to the room and wiped the blood off the sheets. I told Clarence the blood was a reminder that he tore the mess out of my kitty cat. Clarence breathed a sigh of relief and held me close to him while kissing me on my forehead.
"And you were worried?" I said jokingly.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," he yawned. "I'll call you later on," he told me, walking towards the living room. I showed him to the door, opened it, and he bounced. I closed the door behind him and groaned, thinking about how Clarence had turned me on to sex and how addicted I was to it. Now because of him; I could not get enough of it. I know I was supposed to save myself for the right man, but come on; after that session, I became addicted to it like a fat kid becoming addicted to junk food. I was not the same person after my rendezvous with Clarence. I was not the young lady my mother raised me to be. I was rebellious, liberated from my sexual yearnings and so on. I was nasty as they come.
Therefore, that was when my alter-ego, Wonder woman was born...
COPY RIGHT 8/22/2009