ASHLEY

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Happy New year's and to all a good night! Lol what did you guys do to bring in the new year? Any fun memories to reminisce on?
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Kenneth P.O.V.

   "Damn girl," I moan out as I grip the back of her head, forcing myself deeper in her mouth. When Kianna hit me up asking if she could come over and "talk" I immediately knew what was up. Talk my ass.

   I watch in awe as she pulls my hard member out of her mouth then back in, scraping her teeth along me as she does so. Shivers are sent up my spine. After about ten more minutes I empty myself out inside her mouth. She swallows my kids with ease. I knew I made a good choice getting her number when I met her at this party I went to last week. She was looking so good in that tight green dress, allowing me and everyone else at the party to see her fat ass and big breast. She was looking amazing and then she kept giving me that look and I already knew what was up.

   It wasn't long before we found ourselves locked in the bathroom, me going deep inside her while she moaned my name with every thrust. I used a condom of course. I know better than to not wrap it up. I don't need any kids running around here. I got my whole life ahead of me.

   Beautiful green eyes stare up at me, waiting for me to finish. When I finally do she wiped the corners of her mouth with the rag I brought her. Dad's new work schedule has made it easy for me to sneak girls in and out. This is probably why he doesn't trust me too much now. He knows I am.

   She stands up and sits next to me on the couch, twirling her died blonde hair in her fingers. "When are you going to make me your girl?"

   "Come on we talked about this."

   "I know. I just-"

   "Look I'm not ready for all of that yet," I notice her face fall so I put my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. I kiss her cheek and she reluctantly smiles. "We don't need any titles. You know what it is. That's our business. Am I right? Am I right?"

   She giggles. "Yes."

   My phone rings. After looking at the caller I.D. I answer the phone. It's my homeboy Omar asking if I want to meet up so we can finish selling some rocks. I agree. I could use the extra cash. Dad doesn't know what I'm doing under the table, of course. If found out...I don't even know what he would do to me.

   I started selling rocks heavy when we moved four years ago. I was on my way to the store one night when a couple of dudes came out of nowhere and tried to jump me. That's when about twenty dudes showed up in these nice cars. They was pulling out guns and everything. The dudes that tried to jump me took off. Next thing I know I'm being offered a job. They told me they would protect me and that's what they did. I needed it moving into unfamiliar territory.

   I'm still in touch with them now. We take care of each other.

   Turning to Kianna, "Look babe, I have to handle business so you have to go."

   "Will you call me?"

   "Of course." I pull her up from the couch and escort her to the door. She tries to kiss me but I dodge it smoothly. Kianna is not a girl I can see myself dating. She's got everybody but tries to act all innocent. I got my suspicions about her.

   After Kianna leave I slip on a pair of Jordans. My glock sits comfortably at the brim of my pants, easily accessible. Just in case.

   Omar is waiting for me when I pull up at the corner. I dap him up. Upon doing so he place the bags in my hand. "What took you so long to get here man?"

   I kiss my teeth, prepared to explain. "I was with Kianna. I tell you she give the best head man. No lie. But afterwards she kept talking all this mess about when I'm going to make her my girl. Never. She a hoe man."

   Omar locks his thick lips, nodding his head in agreement. We stand at about the same height. I'm slightly taller. I notice Omar getting a little chunky. That's what he gets for always eating so much. He doesn't believe in working out either. I've been trying to get him in the gym for a while now. He's not really fat now but if he keeps on the road he's on he will be.

   "I know how you feel. That's why I got me a white girl. Her name Sarah. She may not look like it but she a freak in the sheets. I might let you try her out sometime."

   I cock my head to the side, "when did this happen?"

   "Man don't worry about all of that. Just know she fine as hell man."

   "Man whatever. Just focus on selling these rocks."

   "Buzz kill."

   Ignoring Omar's comment I focus on selling these rocks. We keep a close eye out for anyone that may look suspicious. You never know who you can trust. I don't know if I plan on being a dope boy for the rest of my life. I don't know what I want to do. I'm already not going to school. I dropped out a while ago. I missed too much and it's too late to try and catch up now. I have changed so much in these past four years. I'm sure if Bria saw me like this she wouldn't like the real me. She already hates my guts. This would make it worse, which is why I don't ever plan on telling her when we become friends again. She's trying to avoid me but I know her. You don't just forget what we had. We were more than just friends. We were family.