A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! Part 1

Chapter 5 (Antwan)

I sat on the edge of the bed in my nearly
empty apartment. I laid all 6 of my guns side
by side as I cleaned and polished them. This
was something I did every other day. My guns
were prized possessions and I cherished them.
My guns were what I called investment stock.

After I cleaned them, I tucked the 45 caliber
in my true religion jeans. I stashed the rest in a
duffle bag and placed it in the closet. I had shoe boxes filled with cash stashed in the closet as well. I kept my savings and spending money separated. My next investment was sure to be a safe because I didn't trust banks. At the same time, living in the hood with my kind of money wasn't the greatest idea. I stayed quiet and never became too close to my neighbors except my lil homie Spike, other than that I never invited anybody over and stayed at bay.

Spike was 16. He dropped out of school at
age 14. I took him in because he reminded me
of myself. I tried to convince Spike to stay in
school, but no avail. The only job Spike had
was to watch out for my apartment when I
asked him to. I paid him 500 a week to do this.

    Tone kept reminding me how I was over
paying spike. "He's just a lil nigga. What can he
do with all that dough?" He'd say. I don't know what it was that made Tone dislike Spike so
much, but he never tried to hide it.

I kept my Benz parked way on the other side
of town at one of my girls places. She lived in
one of those quiet gated communities. I'd drive
my Honda to and from my spot. I wasn't tryna
show boat infront of no niggas. I had goals that needed to be met. And I stayed quiet about
them.

    As far as these niggas were concerned I was
just another nigga in the ghetto. Even though I
lived in the projects I never cut any deals there.
It was just too risky.

It was 6 am and I needed to meet up with
Tony. We had to travel from the Bronx to
Staten Island on a business trip. The thing
about Tone was the fact that he was a
procrastinator. I knew he was still sleep after
calling him five times. Me myself, I truly
believed in the saying early bird gets the
worm. I hardly ever slept though.

It was almost 7 o'clock when I arrived to
Tony's house. I hated having to knock on the door. The last thing I needed was to run into his hollier than thou ass parents. I knew if I
bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Lopez, they'd keep
reminding me about how I needed to get my
life together. A sigh of frustration escaped me
before I knocked on the front door.

When the door opened I was surprised to see
Tierra standing in front of me. She had sexy
bed hair and a short t-shirt that barely rubbed
her thighs. Her face was pretty and flawless
with no make up. "My bad I didn't mean to
wake you. I came to get Tone. Is he here?" I
asked. "He just left. I think he's on his way to
you. " She told me. I looked around to see his
car wasn't parked near. "Thanks." I stated
before attempting to leave. "Wait where are
you going so soon?" She asked. I couldn't
mistake the sexiness in her tone and strong
Bronx accent. "I was thinking we could catch
up a little before I go off to college." She
reminded me.

On any other day I probably would of
dismissed the conversation and kept going. I
never put women before business, but
something inside me wanted Tierra so bad.
Maybe I wanted her because she was
forbidden.

The look of submission she displayed reeled
me in. Before I knew anything her legs were
wrapped around my waist and arms around my
shoulders as we kissed frantically. I hated
kissing, but at that moment I was gone with the
wind.

I remembered slamming the door harshly
behind me before carrying her to the sofa in
the living room. "Where are your parents?" I
whispered. "Church." She stated. Than we kept
kissing before I carried her up the stairs to her
bedroom.

It was a real treat finally getting a glance in
her bedroom after all these years. I knew the
rest of the house like the back of my hand. Now
here I was in her palace.

Her bedroom had an innocence that none of
my other women had. There was plush pink
pillows, pink curtains and a white canopy over
the bed. The rug on the floor was all plush and
coke white. Everything was clean tidy and
organized.

When I laid her on the bed I put my hand
under her shirt as I caressed her bare titties. I
ran my hand down to her stomach to discover
her pierced belly that I'm sure her parents
knew nothing about. This turned me on even
more. I was cradled between her legs with my
jeans still on.

I reached inside my jeans, pulled out my gun
and put it on the dresser. She looked like she
never seen a gun before. "It's alright ma, you
safe." I assured her before going back into
caressing her curves and indulging in her sweet
kisses. I don't think my heart ever pounded so
fast being with a woman before.

Next thing I know I was pulling her panties
down and softly began french kissing her
pussy. She moaned, but I noticed how tense
her body was. "What's wrong ma? You scared?" I questioned. She had her face buried in her manicured hands. "I never did this before." She admitted.

"I should stop." I warned her. I mean didn't
she want her first time to be special? But the
pale look in her eyes and sweet tone in her
voice only encouraged me. "No, I don't want
you to stop." She replied before using her
hands to grab my head back towards her wet
pussy. It was only seconds when she start
moaning my name. To my surprise she even
threw in a few curse words. "Damn Antwan.
Fuck baby. You don't know how bad I want
this." She cried. These words motivated me to
make her climax and I'm sure I did.

But let's be real. What the fuck was I doing?
This was my niggas little sister! She was a
virgin and a church girl as far as I understood.

To use a condom or to not use a condom? To
fuck her or make love to her? Maybe fuck her
and make love to her? What was going to
happen after? I'm sure she wouldn't tell, but if
she did...

After my tongue was done enjoying my
desert, I laid on top of her and stared in her
eyes. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked.
"Yes. I want to do this." She assured. I didn't even remove my jeans. I only
unbuttoned them as I forced myself inside the
tightest pussy I ever felt. I realized how tiny her
womb was compared to my dick and this made
me feel guilty. But after all, she was grown.

    She moaned out of pain and pleasure, but I
went as slow as I could even though I wanted
to tear her pussy up. It was still wet and moist.

I kissed her as I thrusted inside. The faster I
thrusted the harder she bit my lip, but I
couldn't help how good it was. I tried not to
bust in her sweet pussy that felt like heaven,
but it was too late. I exploded deep inside her.
It was the best nut I felt in a while in all
honesty.