First Love

Chpt. 45

|Z A C H|

·Fall of 2008·
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I pressed the blunt between my lips and took a long pull before releasing the smoke through my mouth and nose. I closed my eyes, feeling the effects of the kush as the sheet of smoke lingered over my face. I passed the blunt over to my boy Klent who took a hit before passing it over to Q.

We was at Lincoln park, chilling on the bench under the shelter, listening to Plies latest songs through the speakers of Klent's phone.

"Yo, where these niggas at?" I asked, looking pass the little kids playing on the swing set and the old heads playing cards. "These niggas was suppose to be linking up with us like 10 minutes ago."

Klent waved me off. "Man, fuck them niggas. I aint in the fuckin mood to shoot dice no how. I'm still stuck on lastnight." He smirked. "That hoe Shanice sucked the soul outta my dick lastnight. I mean, she sucked the skin off my shit dawg. I mean, damn. I should save her number in my phone under loose neck cause the way she was suckin my dick I'm surprise it aint snap off."

Q shook his head. "Man, you betta hope Alesha never find out you been fucking her auntie. She might kill both of yall ass, you know that hoe crazy."

Klent shrugged. "Well, Alesha aint got shit to worry about because Shanice ain't tryna fuck with me nomore."

"Why bruh?" I asked, even though I probably was gonna regret the shit.

"Well..in the middle of her suckin my dick, I uhhh" Klent look down at the ground and sighed, embarrassed, " I fart... And she had all ma dick in ha mouth so her chin was real close to my booty hole when I did it....and it was one of em loud wet farts too, you know the kind that make the whole room vibrate? And sound like construction work outside?"

Me and Q busted out laughing. "Nigggguuhhh", Q singed in disbelief.

"I just fucked up a good thing yo cause the top was fye, 'specially when she take out ha dentures. Man, I'm tellin yall niggas, them damn gums be -" Klent stopped mid sentence when his phone started ringing. He sucked his teeth. "Damn man, this hoe been blowing up my shit all morning! A nigga can't breathe for shit."

"What they want?" Q asked, taking a sip from his liquor that was wrapped up in a brown paper bag.

"I don't know. Probably trying to cop some more weed or just want to sit on the phone and talk all day like I aint got shit to do---like I'm ha man or sum---you know how these bitches is," he shook his head. "Let me get this shit man, damn." He clicked the talk button and placed his phone up to his ear. "Yo, wattup gramma."

I felt the beautiful effects of the weed kicking in as I laughed my ass off at this nigga. Shit was alot funnier when you was high. I had my first blunt at 14, ever since then a nigga been a straight up pot head. I swear, marijuana was one of God's greatest gifts on this earth, I don't get why these dumb ass politicians couldn't see that.

A few minutes later, my dawg Jaden approached us and we dapped it up before he took a seat with us on the bench.

"Wattup yall, we still shootin dice? I'm ready to rob some niggas", he said.

Q laughed. "Nigga shut the fuck up, you know yo ass never win shit. Them niggas always robbin YO ass."

Jaden sucked his teeth. "Bitch boy, suck my dick."

"No thanks mann, ya moms fine ass already sucked mines da otha day. Tell ha I said her next feedin is tomorrow."

While they was all going back and forth, my eyes caught the pretty brown skinned girl on the other side of the park. I've seen her here a few times, each time she was either reading a book or was doing what I assumed to be homework. Shawty was bad as fuck...hell, bad not even the right word to describe her.