A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! Part 1

Chapter 4 (Tierra)

I felt awful after giving David a blow job. No
not because of any good girl rules, but because
my man was supposed experience the first
blow job from me. I was just so thankful I
didn't let him bust in my mouth.

It had been 3 days since that happened and I
ignored David. He even reached out to my
parents to get my attention, but at the time I
wasn't feeling him. In fact I needed to call
things off with him. Better to do it sooner than
later.

    Truth was, I was not in love with David. I
never was. The only reason we ended up
together is because he was the only boy my
parents allowed me to be around. I think they
even had an arranged marriage set in their
minds for us and there was no way he was
going to be my husband!

I locked it in my mind that I was only going
to seduce my man from here on out! I did
everything I could to wash the nasty thoughts
about David's  moans out of my head. "It never
happened Tierra. David won't tell anybody." I
said assuring myself.

Later that day I went shopping at the mall. I
needed a full blown makeover . My closet was
filled with conservative wear, but Antwan liked
his women more revealing from my studies.
The only time I'd ever dress a little provocative
was when my cousin Tisha and I would sneak
to parties. That was rare.

I waited on Tisha for twenty minutes at the
food court while I sipped a bottle of water. No
more bad eating habits. I was set on keeping
my body right for my man. Now that I was legal
I vowed to myself that I wasn't going to let him
slip away. Nothing or no one would stop us
from being together this time.

When Tisha arrived she greeted me with a
hug. Her hair was in a curly bushy ponytail.
She was actually wearing her glasses to my
surprise. She carried a small purse and wore
shorts and a tank. I hadn't told her that my
man was back in town after two years, but I
guess the look on my face told her something.

"Wassup T? Why you lookin like that?
What's the deal?" She asked. "Antwan is back."
I said without hesitation. "After all this time,
you still stuck on that boy?" She stated before
rolling her eyes and shaking her heard.

Tisha was my favorite cousin, but she was
more experienced with guys than I was. She
had an outgoing spirit that men loved. Growing
up I was a little jealous of her. Not jealous
because she was prettier, but she had the spark
that people loved and was extremely talented
at everything she did. Tisha had somewhat of a
blunt personality and I needed to learn to be
bold like her. I was going to learn all the ropes
of being able to please my man.

Tisha and I walked around the mall for
nearly 30 minutes as we shopped for sexy
attire. "How do you do it?" I asked. "Do what?"
She replied. "How do you make guys sweat and
drool over you?" I replied. "It's not as hard as it seems." She told me. "All you do is wear tight jeans, half shirts, mini dresses and lip stick." She finished. I was sure it was more to it than that.

I locked the statement in my head, but I
wanted to know more about flirting and getting
guys to hit on me. "What was your first time
like?" I asked. Even though she'd told me the
story a million times I needed to be refreshed.
"You mean my first time getting dicked down?"
She said without hesitation. "Yes your first
time having sex." I said.

Every time she told this story she looked like
she was dreaming. "When I met Shawn, he
was four years older than me. I was only 15
when I lost my virginity to him. We met a
party. We smoked weed together and drank. It
started when I spent a night in his bed. I
remember it like it was yesterday how he ate
my pussy for 20 minutes. He made my pussy
so wet that his dick slipped right in. It hurt at
first, but when I got used to his dick I became
sprung. I'd sneak out every night to be with
him. The only days we didn't fuck is when I was
on my period and on those days I'd still suck
his dick." She admitted. "Ugh you nasty as hell
cuz." I nudged her as we laughed out loud
causing an audience.  "Girl I'm telling you. If
you want to get fucked real good than get you
an older nigga." She advised. "All I want is
Antwan." I assured her. "You never gonna get
over his ass." She stated than rolled her eyes
again.

I knew my next question would hurt her, but
I had to know. "What happened to Shawn?" I
questioned.  "Tierra why the hell do we need to
go there?!" She shot. Then she took a breath
before explaining. "He left me alone to be with
his new wife. Nigga didn't even care that he got
me pregnant." She cried. "I drank everyday and
took Motrin until I finally miscarried at 12
weeks. I should of kept my baby." She admitted
and was still crying.

This was the first time of me hearing about
the miscarriage part of the story. It must of
weighed heavy on her for all these years. I'd
never seen her in so much pain. I didn't know
what to do besides hug her tightly. I didn't care
about the crazy looks we got from people in the
mall.

That evening we shopped for nearly two
hours. I had at least six bags filled with
lingerie, skimpy clothes and high heel shoes. I
didn't think of the fact that I had just maxed
out David's first credit card and I still wasn't
even speaking to him. It didn't matter to me
that he only had a 200 dollar credit limit and I
had over drawn the limit by 300 extra dollars.
All I could think about was going home to clean
out my closet from all that disgusting church
girl gear.