In 1975, Kylea James, moved to the projects of Boston with her mother. She has a gift of singing and dancing, but doesn't think she has the skills. She meets five boys who she became very close friends with.
Her mother enters her in a talent show, t...
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I pulled up to the house, I rung the doorbell, Bobby answered it with a quickness.
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He crossed his arms and gave me a neutral look. "Your late."
"Stop it," I pointed at him, "Sounding like your brother." We both laughed. Bobby bit his lip as he looked like he was studying me.
I shook my head and went inside, Bobby closed the door behind him, I looked around and seen he did some redecorating, I looked at the pictures on the fireplace.
I noticed he was staring, I turned around. "You look good." He complimented as I pulled on my sleeve.
"You too." I walked past him, only for him to grab me by my hand.
"Ain't gonna me no hug, kiss or no type of affection?" He asked as he licks his lips.
"You get affection," I scoffed, crossing my arms.
"Man, those baby hugs and small ass kisses ain't affection." Bobby kissed his teeth.
"Either those or no touching period," I shrugged.
Bobby rolls his eyes as I pulled him to a hug, but he turns me around and wrapped his arms around my waist and moves my hair to the side as he placed soft kisses on my neck.
"B-Bobby." I closed my eyes to hold back a moan.
"I miss you, baby." He whispered in my ear in a seductive tone. His hands traveled to my sex as he bits on my neck, trailed his tongue.
"Mama!" I heard Royce call me from upstairs.
Bobby groans as I pulled away from his embrace.
"I'm here, baby!" I called him. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, Royce runs in my arms, almost tackling me down.
"Royce, easy!" I laughed as I kissed all over his face.
"Mommy, I'm too big for all that." Royce said as he wipes his face.
"Boy, you always gonna be my baby," I rolled my eyes.
"Mama has a bruise on her neck," Royce points at my neck, my eyes widened as I went to the small mirror by the door and examined the mark.
