I was encouraged to issue a Warning to Readers because the 18+ rating isn't good enough apparently:
This story contains bad language (ie Spanglish), themes of a sexual nature (the word "condom"), and depictions of minors using the drug marijuana. I do not encourage any of this sort of behavior, especially the recreational use of marijuana. No matter how cool it makes you look (and it makes you look VERY cool), no matter how relaxing it is, no matter how impossible it is to overdose on it, and no matter how minor its side effects are in comparison to other legal substances (tobacco, alcohol, every prescription drug), marijuana is very bad and it should not be used by anyone (unless prescribed by a doctor in a state in which medicinal marijuana use is legal). Thank you.
After a few minutes they decided to go smoke with us and then catch a cab back home, but me and Joe knew that if we played our cards right they’d end up spending the night. We stopped at the corner store to get some Zig-zags for the dutch before we went back to Joe’s crib. I asked Joe if the stuff was really as good as he said it was and he told me it was just some reggies.
Joe said, “Ojalá que ellas no saben la diferencia,” and I said, “Ojalá que your parents ain’t still up.”
We got to Joe’s crib and locked the door. The only light was coming from the lava lamp on Joe’s dresser. Joe rolled the dutch and we passed it around til the whole thing was gone. Then we spent the next half hour or so sitting around giggling like all our bad hormones was gone for good. Me and Joe were both faking it because the weed was too weak for us to get much of a buzz, but we could see the effect it was having on the girls.
I said, “Joe this is some of that presidential shit. You’re cousin from Honduras send it to you?”
Joe rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah guey. How ‘bout you go visit him so you can smuggle in the nex’ shipment?”
We all started laughing even though I’m pretty sure Cindy and Nicole had no idea what we was talking about. When the girls wasn’t looking I had Joe toss me a condom. I never carried them around with me because Nye couldn’t have babies. Cindy wasn’t quite ready to go just yet, but the way she was feeling up on me I could tell that getting into her panties would be as easy as three point one four. Joseph and Nicole started making out and eventually the two of them crawled into Joe’s bed and pulled the sheets over their bodies. Me and Cindy laid down on the sleeping bag on the floor, Joe always kept it in the room for when I spent the night at his place. Cindy kept beating around the bush with me about sex and relationships and shit; kept asking me how I knew all about that stuff already. I realized that she still must’ve thought I was thirteen. It was kind of annoying but I didn’t bother correcting her.
Five minutes later Cindy was still running her mouth. She kept talking about how she didn’t wanna cheat on her lame ass boyfriend, how it was weird with Joe and Nicole just a few feet away and how her parents were gonna be pissed tomorrow and all that bullshit. She was getting on my nerves so I kissed her just to shut her up. It worked. She pulled my shirt off and started rubbing her fingers all over my chest. It made me start to miss Naomi. She always rubbed her fingers across me real slow and gentle in a teasing sorta way. With Cindy it was like she was trying to knead my skin like pizza dough.
I put the condom on as quick as I could before Cindy kneaded the skin right off my body. By then she was moaning and howling like a dog in heat. I heard a chuckle coming from underneath Joseph’s covers and I knew he and Nicole were both laughing their asses off at the animal noises Cindy was making. She must’ve had some really bad hormones. She dug her fingernails into my back and chest and broke the skin a few times. I was worried at first but then I thought about how satisfying it’d be to see Naomi’s face when she saw my fresh scars. Nye never left me any scars when we had sex. After Cindy climaxed she laid down on top of me and started kissing my neck til she fell asleep. I didn’t kiss her back. I was busy thinking about trig-identities.
To put it simple I was unsatisfied, and to make matters worse Joe and Nicole were still going at it. I knew I wasn’t gonna fall asleep any time soon and I didn’t wanna sit in there all night listening to those two so I put my clothes back on and left. When I talked to Joseph the next day he said they never even heard me leave. Cindy was still sleeping on her stomach when I left, her perky white ass poking out from the blankets like the number thirty three. I didn’t even bother covering her up. Sad to say that night wasn’t my worst post-coital experience. That title goes to a night a few years later when I was eighteen. The husband of the woman I was having sex with burst into the room wielding a nine-iron. His bad hormones must’ve been off the charts. The only thing I managed to grab before jumping out the window was my cell phone. I ran down the street ass naked and hid in the shrubbery. I called Joe and waited for forty five minutes for him to pick me up. He gave me his hoody to cover myself with but he refused to wear it again so I had to buy him a new one. He got a real kick outta that.
My hand started shaking again once I left Joe’s crib so I started walking again to take my mind off it. I didn’t pick my direction by random, not necessarily. It was more like I was being guided there by some invisible force. I don’t mean like God was making me walk there or anything, it was something that could be measured and numbered more like the forces moving all the dead pieces of rock and gas around the universe. It was the same force that makes earth revolve around the sun at approximately seventy thousand miles per hour, or that makes the sun revolve around the center of the galaxy at half a million miles per hour, or the galaxy revolve around some object at the center of the universe at an even higher rate. The more mass, the greater the velocity, the less all of this bullshit between me and Nye seemed to matter.
When I was walking I passed an old warehouse with all the windows smashed out on it. It was a billboard on the side of the warehouse wall that had a picture of a jolly hotdog vendor giving out Franks to a family at the park. I forgot that family’s faces a billion times since then but I remember that they looked the way that an American family’s supposed to look. The man was tall, handsome and clean shaven. The wife had long curly hair, a soft smile and a dress that looked sexy on her but it left most of her body to the imagination. There were two cute little kids, a little girl with her mom’s curls holding her mom’s hand. The boy was standing in front of his dad, his father’s hand was on his shoulder. They were beautiful. They all had white skin, blond hair and blue eyes. You could tell the way they all smiled that they really loved each other. There was words written in red paint at the top of the billboard. They said this, “It’s hard not to smile when you’re eating a Wilson’s Ballpark Hotdog!”
I found myself on the street adjacent to the block Naomi lived on. So I turned and started walking toward her crib, past the empty houses and the lots filled with the neighborhood’s trash. There was a dead cat lying in the gutter, it made me think about quantum superpositions. I reached the boarding house and opened the front door with the key Nye had given me. The door to Naomi’s apartment was unlocked when I went upstairs. She always left her door unlocked and it always pissed me off; I could’ve been a serial killer for all she knew. I went inside and locked the door behind me. Thanks to the orange light of the streetlamp outside I could see that Nye hadn’t bothered to clean up the broken Virgin Mary portrait.
Nye was lying in bed with her back turned toward me when I went into her room. Her body was beautiful like the number twenty five-hundred and twenty, my favorite number since I was nine. She was naked, just like she always was when she went to bed. I could tell by the way she was breathing that she wasn’t asleep so I got undressed, crawled into bed next to her and pulled the sheets over both our shoulders. My bad hormones settled down when I felt Nye’s skin against mine. I thought she was gonna pull away from me but she didn’t. She just whispered to me, asking me where I’d been. I told her she already knew.
She was quiet for a minute and then she sorta grunted at me. “You’re an idiot.”
“I know.”
I brushed her hair away so I could kiss the spot at the base of her neck, just beneath her shoulder blades. Her whole body shifted when I did that.
“You’re like a little kid,” she said, trying to sound angry.
“Yer no better than I am.”
“I only did that because of you.”
I said “So did I,” and kissed her again. She told me to stop, said she hated it when I kissed her like that.
“No you don’t.”
“Shut up,” she said, “yes I do.”
Nye’s bad hormones was still making her a little crazy. She pulled away from me and brushed her hair back over her neck again. I sighed and adjusted myself so I was leaning on my left arm while I stared at her.
“This is bad,” I said, “I almost hit you.”
“You should’ve done it.”
“No, cuz then I woulda been mad at myself afterwards. Why would you want me to hit you?”
She said she didn’t know. Then said something about how it made her feel really small when people hit her. “It makes me feel like…I don’t know, like I’m not such a bad person, you know?”
“No.”
“I just like it, okay? I like feeling small sometimes.”
“If you ever ask me to hit you again I’m gonna stop talkin’ to you for good.”
She told me if I loved her that I’d hit her. I told her that was “back-asswards.” Then she started laughing at me til I realized my mistake. “I mean ‘ass-backwards.’ Shut up, you know what I meant.”
That’s when she started arguing with me in Spanish. She always did that when she was mad at me because she knew I couldn’t speak it as good as she could. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was about to start crying, so I quit arguing with her and laid back down. I pressed my fingers into the little circle shaped scars on her back, pretending my fingers was lit cigarettes and her skin was sizzling like bacon underneath them. I hate bacon.
“I wish yer stepdad was here.”
Nye craned her neck. In Spanish she asked me what I’d do if he was. In English I told her I’d slash his windpipe and put cigarettes out in his eyes til he died.
“¿Qué más?” she asked me.
I told her, “No hay nada más,” and she laughed and said, “You’re all talk.”
“Don’t say that.”
“My stepdad would beat your ass.”
She started to pull away from me til I grabbed her by the hair with my left hand, my fingers close to her scalp. She gasped. I pulled her back toward me til I felt her shoulder blades pressing into the marks Cindy had left on my chest. I could feel her heart beating faster like a vampire number.
I clenched my teeth and whispered in her ear. “Don’t say that shit again.”
She cooed like a dove as she reached behind her back and grabbed my right hand. She pulled my arm across her waist again. I let go of her hair and she nestled into me, rubbing her fingers across the back of my hand til our bad hormones calmed down and we both fell asleep.
That’s all I got to say about that.
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