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it, that I didn’t have to use two boxes of douche to flush out my insides. That nasty nigga didn’t even put a condom on. I had to go to the doctor, what if I had something? So many things ran through my mind. I was just thankful that he didn’t cum in me.
    Agh!” I winced in pain as I put coco butter on the small of my back trying to soothe the floor burn. Leaving it damp, I pulled my hair back in a ponytail. I put on my pink and white RocaWear sweat suit, pink and white forces, grabbed the matching book bag and went back downstairs. As I walked thru the kitchen I was happy to see that my grandmother wasn’t in her usual spot at the table as I walked out the door unseen.
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    He was spent. Sex with Corey left him exhausted. CJ wiped his eyes and reached for his jeans and grabbed his cell out of his pocket. Three missed calls. Opening the phone he felt a sudden rush of guilt as he read the name of the caller.
    “What’s wrong baby.” Yawning, Corey sat up in bed.
“I gotta go.”
    “Are you sure?” Kicking back the covers she got down on her knees and grabbed his belt buckle as she slowly unfastened his jeans. “Seem like someone wants to stay.” Reaching down into his boxers she grabbed the base of his dick and slowly took every inch of him into her mouth.
    The caller ID screen illuminated a bright blue as Asjiah’s name appeared on the screen. CJ gave into his addiction one more time as he ignored the call and powered his phone off.

ChApTER FIvE
    CJ and I met at my high school late into my junior year. I was in my Cosmetology class and all the girls had crowded around the window to see whose stereo was bumping the new Memphis Bleak track. I got up from my station to see what all the fuss was about and saw this brown-skinned dude looking fly in a Kellogg’s racecar jacket. He was standing next to this candy red old school cutlass and immediately I was feeling him.
    A low cut Caesar with deep black waves complimented his perfect brown skin tone. He reminded me of Allen Iverson without the braids and all the tattoos. I had to admit, he was sexy. I waited until we made eye contact and then I walked away.
    “Asjiah, dude wanted me to give you this.
    Peanut butter skin, short brown hair, and an hourglass figure, blended together creating my best friend Keyshia. Our friendship went way back to Paul Revere where we met in Gym class. Her body language said everything that her mouth didn’t as she handed me the small piece of paper.
    “Thanks.” I unfolded it to find that he had written; “pick you up after school, CJ”
    When the bell rang, just as his note promised, he was waiting in the parking lot. I thought I would make him sweat a little so I settled for school transportation. The bus pulled out of the parking lot and proceeded on its usual route up Broadway towards Miles leaving him sitting alone in his pretty car. I got off when we stopped at 144th, and started walking the rest of the way home to 147th.
    R. Kelly was singing to Biggie’s “Fucking you tonight” as he pulled up next to me.
“So I guess you didn’t get my note.”
“I got your note.” Stopping I turned to face him, he looked even better close up.
    “So you too good to ride with me then?”
“Did I say that?” Turning away from his car, I continued walking. “Wait up ma.”
    I ignored him and kept walking, laughing to myself as he got caught at the light.
    By the time he caught up to me I was walking up my driveway. I sat my book bag on the stairs and waited for him to park. I watched him get out of the car and admired his style. Timberlands were regular attire for niggas in Cleveland just like those little jars of flavored Lip gloss were to females.
    He had on a chocolate and sky blue striped Enyce shirt and blue jeans. The chocolate Indians hat he wore cocked to the side set off his outfit. Luckily I had changed out of my Cosmo uniform before leaving school and slipped back into some red leggings, an off the shoulder