Twilite Speedbal (part 2)

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Cindy kept running her mouth and it was starting to get on my nerves. I could hear Joe playing his acoustic bass in his bedroom. I wished I knew how to play a instrument. Cindy moved her face closer to mine but wasn’t doing nothing so finally I thought, to hell with it, and kissed her. She really got into it, started feeling all up and down my chest and shit. I squeezed her ass through her jeans, it was nice, but not the same kinda nice as Nye’s. Not to sound racist or anything, but the problem I’ve always had with white girls is that sometimes they’ll have a nice ass but instead of curving at the waist into that hourglass shape they waist will just goes straight up. It’s kinda weird looking. White people think all Black dudes just want girls with big asses, we don’t. Well some of us do, but it don’t really mean shit, having a big ass if it isn’t shaped the right way. Naomi’s ass wasn’t that big, but it had a real nice shape; I drew a ton of pictures of her in my sketchpad without no clothes on.

Cindy kept feeling me up but still wasn’t doing much else. I thought to myself, damn, why the fuck I always gotta do all the work? I unhooked her bra, she didn’t try to stop me. I slid my hand underneath her jeans, she didn’t object. She turned around and started moaning and grinding her ass against my zipper while I played with her. By the time I picked the condom up off the floor Cindy was about ready to lose her damn mind. I had to hurry my ass up and put it on before the neighbors woke up. All the tenement’s had thin walls so you could easily hear a whole conversation in the next room.

I got the condom on and I smashed it like a Idaho potato. She was all screaming and moaning and shit. Every time I felt myself about to come, I’d switch positions to make it last. Cindy liked running her fingers through my cornbraids and across my chest. She scratched me with her nails a few times just below the collarbone. Broke the skin. It wasn’t deep enough to make me bleed, not a whole lot anyway, but it would leave enough of a mark for Naomi to see.

Cindy came, arched her back and made this sound like she was trying to yell, breathe and drink a gallon of water all at the same time. Naomi always arched her back like that when she came, but the sound she made sounded like she was trying to hit a really high note. Naomi had a beautiful singing voice, but she never sang for me unless I did something special for her. Cindy collapsed on my chest, mumbled something I couldn’t make out and fell asleep. I was pretty shitty cuz I put in all that work just so Cindy could get hers but I never got mine. I rolled Cindy off of me, she never woke up. I put my clothes back on and left. Didn’t even bother to cover Cindy up. You could see my rosy handprints on that pretty white ass of hers. It was pretty funny, at least I thought it was anyway.

I think it was about four thirty when I left Joe’s crib. It was dead outside, the streetlamp on the corner flickered a few times and died. Streetlamps was always doing that around there. I looked up at the sky, hoping to see some stars or at least the moon or something. But it was always so much goddam smog you couldn’t never see shit. I got real depressed all of a sudden, started wondering what my little brother was up to. Wondered if he’d remember my face if I went back home. I remembered they said it was supposed to rain sometime that morning so I decided to start walking.

I didn’t go back to my apartment cuz I didn’t wanna be alone. I didn’t really wanna be anywhere to be honest, but definitely not by myself. I was in that place where you’re not really drunk but not really sober, tired but you don’t wanna sleep. Whenever I get like that I start having those black thoughts. I wondered what it’d be like if I sliced my eyeball open, like with a razor blade or something. When I thought about that it made my skin feel all tingly, like it was a million spiders crawling around on my back, sticking me with they fangs and shit. I wanted to draw something but I wasn’t sure what, not that I could do anything without my sketchpad anyway.

I’d been walking for about twenty minutes before I realized I was on the same street as Nye’s crib. I sauntered over to the stoop of the boarding house, reached in my pocket, pulled out the little brass key that Nye had given me and unlocked the front door. I staggered my way upstairs and went to unlock the door to her apartment but it was already unlocked. I groaned. She was always doing that shit, leaving the goddam door unlocked. I told her one day some maniac’s gonna come in her room and cut her throat or something, but she didn’t never wanna listen to me.

It was dark but I knew my way around her place. Plus it was never that much stuff in her apartment anyway, so it was easy to reach her bedroom. The streetlamp outside the window left a orange sliver of light on the wall, just big enough for me to see the hole I made when I punched it. My hand started to shake. The door to Nye’s room was open a little bit. I reached for the doorknob but then I felt my jock starting to itch and remembered I’d forgotten to take the condom off. I went to the bathroom, took a piss and flushed the condom down with it. Then I went into Nye’s room. She was lying with her back toward me with the covers around her waist.

I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was still awake. I got undressed, crawled into the bed next to her and pulled the cover up to both our shoulders. I put my arm around her waist, expecting her to pull away from me but she didn’t. Nye asked me where I was. I told her she already knew. She didn’t say anything for a minute, then she kinda grunted at me.

“You’re a dumbass,” she groaned.

I didn’t say anything, just brushed her hair away from the back of her neck. I wanted to kiss that spot right in the middle of her neck, just above her shoulder blades. That was my favorite spot to kiss her cuz I could smell just barely smell her hair and taste her skin at the same time.

She said, “You’re like a little kid.”

I kissed her neck, her body shifted a little bit. I left a hickie on her neck. “You’re one to talk. You went down to Third Street again, didn’t you?”

She pressed her back against me some more.

“You’re gonna get your ass killed if you keep doing that shit,” I said, “You’re gonna mess with the wrong nigga and end up in a ditch, or floating in the river somewhere.”

“You don’t care what happens to me.”

“I’m not comin back if you do that shit again.”

I moved my hand to her breast, she put her hand over mine and started rubbing my scar with her thumb again. Her nipples was kinda hard from being without a cover for so long. Her room was always cold.

“Why would you want me to hit you?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, I felt her breast rise and fall with each breath. “I don’t know. It makes me feel like…I don’t know, like I’m special, you know?”

“No”

“It makes me feel small, when people yell at me and hit me and…I don’t know how to describe it. It jus gets me excited is all.”

“Don’t ever ask me to hit you again.”

She told me if I loved her I’d hit her if she asked. I told her that was “back-asswards.” She chuckled. It took me a minute to realize my mistake.

“I meant ass-backwards. Whatever, you know what I mean.”

She started arguing with me in Spanish, she does that when she’s mad at me cuz she knows I couldn’t speak it as good as she could. She sounded like she was about to cry. I pressed my fingers into the first little scars on the top of her back. I pretended my fingers was lit cigarettes and her skin was making that hissing sound you hear when you’re cooking bacon. I hate bacon. This happened after I got food poisoning so I was already a vegetarian at that point.

“I wish your stepdad was here.”

Nye craned her neck. In Spanish she asked me what I’d do if he was here.

In English I told her I’d slash his windpipe and put cigarettes out in his eyes til he was dead.

“¿Qué más?” she asked.

“Eso todo. No hay nada más.”

Naomi laughed. “You’re all talk.”

“Don’t say that.”

“My stepdad would beat your ass.”

She let go of my hand and pulled away from me. I grabbed her by the hair, close to her scalp. She gasped the way she does when we make love and I enter her for the first time. I pulled her hair til I felt her shoulder blades pressing into the marks that Cindy had left on my chest. I whispered her ear. “Don’t fuckin say that shit again.” My teeth were clenched when I spoke. She let out a soft whimper like a puppy dog and started rubbing her thumb across my scar again. She likes playing with my scars.

Twilite Speedball: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWWZxyVVFIk

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