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Mama's Baby, Daddy's Maybe-Suga

     *Junior Year age 16*

     I hate this fucking place. I wish I could go back home, wherever the hell that is. I can't remember the last time I stayed long enough to get that 'planted roots' feeling. My mother's high ranking position in the military has us living around the globe. Ma says I should be grateful to be so well traveled, not to mention her generous salary that comes with many benefits and privileges. The truth is, I'd rather live in a studio apartment in the roughest ghettos than live in this high rise apartment. I keep thinking of my cousins. They are poor, so poor Ma sends them money every month just to get by. There's no shopping trips or luxury vacations. But there's respect, bonding and companionship. Her mother was a big dark woman who never wore a bra. But she gave the best hugs, enveloping you in the warmth of her fat tits. And her cooking, Lord could that woman cook! Even Though they were divorced, she knew both her parents. They loved her. Her dad made a point to call her and check on her. He never missed a birthday. Hell, I'm not sure my sperm donor knew I existed, seeing as how I've never met the piece of shit. As for Ma, I knew she loved me. But her cold militant shell didn't leave much room for friendly banter and home cooked meals, let alone hugs. 

      To top it all off, I hated the school I had been placed in. The school on the military base was full so I got shipped out to a rural parochial school. You can imagine my horror once I realized I was like one of 3 who looked different. Everyone stared and whispered. Eventually I began to like the attention. Hey, even negative attention is attention. Most of the girls were bitches, making fun of my skin, weight or height. One girl threw her whole purse at me once. She had made fun of my long bright colored box braids. I snapped back and told her that her boyfriend couldn't keep his hands out of them. That was usually my way to hit em where it hurts. Those boys at that school loved me. Well, my body. While the girls mocked me and called me Janet Jackson (still hardly an insult) the boys whispered my name amongst the Beyonces and Rihannas!! 

        I was changing out of my gym clothes when this chick with a black mohawk and a chain from her ear to her nose approached me. I had never been modest so I continued taking off my shorts. "Damn girl, now I see why the boys call you Beyonce! Look at that fat ass!" I chuckled and looked back at it, beaming. She pushed up on me, her chest against my back, pushing my chest into the locker. "I don't why you're messing with these boys, I can get you to cum quicker than any of them." She whispered into my ear. She reached around and put her hands down my panties, brushing her fingers over my center. She put her fingers to her nose and smelled her fingers, then her mouth, returning them to my now heated area. "Ooh, the rumors are true. You girls really are sweeter." She started to rub me faster. Her other hand held my hip to keep me from moving, while she rubbed her pelvis against my ass, getting off on her own friction she was creating. Soon I felt my ears start to burn, a familiar but ancient tug started in my stomach. "Oh shit!" I whispered as I came on her fingers, surprised at my own response. "Fuck stay still, I'm almost there." She said as she grabbed my other hip with her now free hand. She was humping me furiously, chasing her own high. She whimpered when she finished, weakly grinding on me as she rode her orgasm out until it disappeared.  Then she was gone. I put my pants on, damp panties and all. I couldn't help but laugh at what just happened. I'd fooled around with boys in schools in the past, but never with a girl, in the middle of the girls locker room, no less. And she made me cum, quick. Sometimes I went to sleep miserable because I couldn't give myself one. She did it with no problem. At this point I was just happy with the release, an orgasm is an orgasm. 

      School was as good as it was gonna get. I liked my classes and had made a few friends, the orgasm bandit included. She'd just pop up, get me off and disappear. The experience was always the same: her humping me from behind, while she flicked my bean; she'd pop up in different locations.I didn't even know her name, and was too scared to bring it up to anyone. She was my dirty little secret. One day, we were in the photo black room. I was close, I grabbed her hand and turned around "What's your name, anyway?" "Well fuck, you just ruined that." She said, her tomato red face returning to its normal color. "You can call me Rai.". "Well Rai, why don't you come over after school. Ya know, to hang out... and maybe we can finish this." My voice trailed off. She shrugged her shoulders and left. I rolled my eyes. After school I was walking to my car, Rai was standing against it. She said she'd follow me home.