Tiosha

Chapter One

“Bring your ass the fuck on before your Mama gets back.” said Ivonte, my Mother’s live in boyfriend, snatching me into the bathroom.  His rock hard protruding cock threatened to unravel the towel around his waist 

I knew it was wrong, but Ivonte was only four years older than me and fucken fine. I’d had a crush on him since I was 15. In a way, my Mama was betraying me by being with him; right?

I started to get down on my knees and suck his dick, but he quickly snatched me up, turned my back to him and bent me down across the edge of the tub. 

“We ain’t got time to do all that.” He griped as he snatched my pink booty shorts and underwear down to my knees.

My nose was opened by the smell of my Garnier Fructis hair gel. The smacking noise the gel made as he slathered it onto his dick had my legs feeling weak and nervous energy rushing through my body. 

He put it in me.  For the next five minutes he rammed in and out of me with the sole mission of busting a nut.

This wasn’t like it was when we had time:

Time meant he would come to my bedroom, climb into bed with me and start to feel on my booty.  He would tell me how good Lick Me All Over perfume smelled on me. He would reach between my legs and I would stop him because I don’t want to be touched there. I don’t want him to make me hard.  I want him hard and me soft.  I’d raise my legs and guide his hand to my asshole and let him finger me. In my head and in my heart, he is fingering my pussy. Once he’d made me all wet down there he would ask me if I wanted to suck his dick before he fucked me. Sometimes I would without hesitation, but this time I’d want him inside me as soon as possible. His dick is so long and so thick. I’d wrap my legs around his waist and run my fingernails down his back; careful not to leave any scratches. The feel of the healing scratch marks on his back that were made by my Mama would make me jealous, so I’d grab onto his ass instead. My hands on his ass would make him go inside me deeper. I would love the way the muscles in his ass flexed with each thrust. I would scream his name and tell him how much I loved him and wanted him to fuck me all the time. He wouldn’t tell me he loved me, not with words. Instead he would suck on my neck, grab my ass tighter and damn near fuck another hole in me. I would feel myself getting hard and hate it. I would remind myself that I am a girl; I am a fine ass girl named Tiosha. My thing would go down and I would spread my legs wide while he came inside me. I would tell him how much I loved him again. He would kiss me then go and take a shower.

He came, washed his dick in the sink and was out of the bathroom without even giving me a kiss. I understood. Mama was just a few doors down. I sat on the toilet and strained until I felt all of his nut pour out of my asshole. I reached under the sink and found the bottle of citrus scented douche I kept there. My homegirl, Rameesha, told me that a female should always douche her pussy after she’s been fucked. Eighteen years and several boyfriends, I cannot recall my Mama ever buying any. Her ex -boyfriend, Mr. Earnest used to always complain that her pussy stank after they did it. I never heard Ivonte or any of her other men say it, so it might have just been some shit with Mr. Earnest. I don’t ever want a man to say my pussy stinks, so I douche. 

When my Mama comes home about an hour later I have an attitude because I feel like I was cheated out of the good dick down I was used to. She isn’t even home a full five minutes before she starts in on Ivonte about some girl her nosey ass friend, Denise claims she saw him hugged up with at the movies. Of course, he denies it, but I can look at those light chestnut eyes and tell that he is lying.  I wonder if he was thinking about her when he got the sudden urge to fuck me?  Man, why the fuck my Mama gotta always argue about shit?

“I told you I ain’t fucken do it LaVonne.” He lied. Goddamn he looked good in his basketball shorts with no shirt on. His fake anger caused his light skin to flush reddish.

“You a lying ass, bum ass, broke ass nigga!” she fired back. “I am tired of your shit!”

“If I am all that then why you with me?” 

“Mother fucker I ain’t with you, get your shit and go to that bitch’s house if she got one!”

My heart fluttered. Mama was forever telling Ivonte to go, I silently prayed this wouldn’t be the time he called her bluff.

“You know damn well if I left you would go to pieces.”

“How you figure?”  she asked her tone becoming more flirtatious.

“Cause can’t no other nigga rattle them walls like me.” He bragged

“Boy stop talking like that in front of TeShawn.”

“Tiosha.” I interjected.

“I ain’t have no fucken Tiosha, you’re a Goddamn boy; I don’t care how much you dress and act like a bitch!” 

“Damn LaVonne that ain’t even called for.” 

“What the fuck; you like this shit?” she challenged.  “You supposed to be the man of the house, he is younger than you, you’re supposed to teach him what it is to be a man. Unless you one of them undercover light skinned niggas.”

“Dead that shit; I’m just saying Tiosha don’t bother nobody. You her mama; you the last one who needs to be saying negative shit to her.”

“He’s a mother fucken boy!” Mama lit a Newport, took a long drag and exhaled.  “Fuck it, encourage his stupid ass in this foolishness. I have a good life insurance policy through my job, so when one of these thug niggas beat his ass to death or he catches that shit and dies from having the wrong dick in his ass, I’ll have the money to bury him.”

“You’re mad foul for that shit.” He said retreating to the bedroom.

I hated my mother.  Her entire presence irritated me so instead of sticking around and getting into an argument with her, I left and headed out to my girl Rameesha’s house.

The whole two block walk to Rameesha’s I pondered two things; Did Ivonte love me and would Rameesha have any weed?

Chapter Two

Rameesha didn’t have any weed. She had pills. I’m not sure what they were, I just knew I hated when she did that shit because she was very pregnant.  Carlos, her baby daddy didn’t like that shit either.  Every time we talked, he begged me to talk her into quitting. There ain’t no talking to Rameesha when she’s doing what she wants to do. After the third time of being reminded that I was 18 and she was 20 and she had two other kids that turned out just fine, I stopped even trying. It was pointless to even remind her that she didn’t have custody of her other two children.

She snorted a line of the crushed pills, looked at me and said, “Damn Tiosha; why you got on that light ass foundation? That shit’s almost too light for me.”

“I was just experimenting with different looks.”

“No Mama, that’s not your color. Your skin is dark and beautiful. That foundation is damn near flesh tone. And why you got those Asian eyebrows drawn on? You ain’t no drag queen Mama, you’re a girl.”

“I was just experimenting.”  Damn, Rameesha was my girl but she made me feel like shit sometimes. I knew she didn’t mean not harm though.

“You ate yet?” She didn’t give me time to answer. “Carlos! Carlos, come fix Tiosha a plate! Girl I cooked some fucken ox tails, rice, greens and candy yams. Carlos!”

Carlos trudged into the room. Like Ivonte earlier, he wore only a pair of basketball shorts. Carlos was sexy as hell. Those abs were everything. He was Puerto Rican but Rameesha explained to me that he was still black. I think I understood it. Rameesha is very smart about a lot of things and I am not.

“Hey. Tiosha.” He said. “Damn Rameesha, you are sitting right beside the kitchen door; you can’t go make your friend a plate?”

“I am pregnant.” She said crushing up another round of pills.

Carlos was disgusted, but knew it was pointless to say anything. 

“You want your plate now or you want me to wrap it up Tiosha?”

“Wrap it, and leave it on the stove, I’ll get it when I leave.”

 On his way into the kitchen he made a point of walking close to me so that his dick grazed my arm when he passed by.  He had some good dick too.  I know that’s trifling but I’m weak when it comes to fine ass niggas, especially light skinned ones.

“By the way, Mama, when are you going to get your ass enrolled in a GED program?”

“I don’t got a ride.”

“Bullshit! You can strut your ass over here and get me or Carlos to run to the mall or over to some random ass nigga’s house for a dick date, you can get one of us to run you over to the community college to sign up for class.” She prepared another round. What the hell ever she was snorting wasn’t hitting her fast enough and she was on a mission to get high. “Matter of fact, if you don’t go and get your shit straightened out in the next couple of days, you cannot come to the house party on Friday.”

“Okay Rameesha, damn.”

“And don’t give me attitude because your ass know you should have just finished high school.”

“I was tired of getting picked on.”

“Fuck that; getting picked on is a part of life: fat bitches, ugly bitches, faggots, nerds, I am sure all got picked on but they didn’t let that shit stop them from getting their diploma. If you can hang out at the basketball court or the mall and not worry about getting picked on, then you didn’t have a problem at school except your ass didn’t want to go and nobody fucken made you.” 

She snorted and prepared another round I was starting to get worried. She was sweating profusely.

“Maybe you need to chill Rameesha.”

“Fuck that, I’m barely buzzed_______” She went out midsentence.  Her mouth was ajar and her eyes were half closed.

 “Carlos! Carlos!” I panicked

He rushed out of the kitchen toting the saucer of oxtails and yams he’d been snacking on. 

He placed the plate on the coffee table, checked Rameesha’s pulse then said to me, “Believe it or not, this shit is normal for her” He laid her down across the sofa and placed a pillow under her head.  “Now I get the joy of breaking my sleep by having to walk and check on her throughout the night and make sure she’s still breathing or haven’t vomited in her sleep and strangled on it.”

“I am sorry you have to go through that Carlos.” And really, I was. Rameesha was dead ass wrong and selfish for that shit. 

“I go to work, I don’t fuck up my money, I try and give her everything. All I want is a healthy baby and she won’t leave that shit alone to make sure that happens. I know this is your friend Tiosha, but she ain’t shit sometimes.”

“I’m going to get out of you guys’ hair; thanks for the plate.” I said getting up to leave.

“Damn, Tiosha, you’re gonna just leave a brother alone after all that?”

“I don’t know what I can do or say.”  I shrugged. “I just thought_______”

He moved close to me; pressed himself right up against me. I could feel him getting hard.

“Nah, Carlos this shit ain’t right. Let’s at least go in the back room.”

Carlos had too much respect for Rameesha to ever fuck me in the bed they shared and I dug the fuck out of that. I hope that when I finally find the one he would have that kind of respect for me.

Carlos spread a large burgundy beach towel onto their laundry room floor. I took off my shorts and panties but left my sports bra on. Taking it off would mean taking off my titties and I didn’t want him or anyone to see my real chest; my boy chest. 

I’m a girl; I’m a fine ass girl! My name is Tiosha.

He’d barely got his basketball shorts down to his knees before I started sucking his dick. His dick wasn’t as long as Ivonte’s but it was big enough.

“Goddamn Tiosha,” he moaned. “Eso se siento malditamente bien.” 

I loved it when he spoke Puerto Rican. That shit had me turned all the fuck on. I laid back on the towel covered floor and spread my legs wide for him. He ate my asshole like it was a plate of Rameesha’s oxtails and candy yams. His tongue made my pussy all hot and juicy. Damn I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.  He has just put the tip of his dick in when__________

“Carlos.” The groggy voice of Rameesha called from the living room

“Shhh.” he ordered keeping me from getting up. He got off fifteen fast strokes then shot off inside me, biting his lips to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.  I was pissed, he was pleased.

“Carlos, I gotta pee and I can’t get up!”  She Called

He quickly wiped his wet dick off with the edge of the towel, sprayed his crotch with Febreeze and went to look after Rameesha. I put my shorts and panties back on, waited until I heard the bathroom door close, crept out of the laundry room, took my prepared plate from the stove, and silently snuck out the back door.

On my way back home two things weighed on my mind: When would I ever have a boyfriend of my own that could fuck me whenever and however I wanted him to and how many oxtails had Carlos put on my plate?

Chapter Three 

Ms. Debra Anne lived four houses down from Mama and me. She is an older lady. I guess she is about 60, but I’m not sure. I know she has grown children and grandchildren so she had to be pretty old. 

 Once a week she’d pay me to come over and clean her house and run to the corner store for her.  I had just returned with her bag of ground coffee, block of sharp cheese, 5 honey crisp apples, and maple brown sugar instant oatmeal when she ordered me into her parlor for what she called a very necessary discussion. 

I placed the items on her counter and followed her into the prettiest room in her very pretty house.

“Have a seat sugar.” She said pointing to the lavender floral printed chaise. I loved that spot in the room because it gave me a full view of the person in the picture that hung above the mantle. His name (Her name), was Chauncey. Chauncey was Ms. Debra Anne’s oldest grandchild. If she hadn’t told me Chauncey was a boy, I would have never guessed. His hair was long and wavy like Ms. Debra Anne’s. His makeup was flawless right down to the perfect doe eye mascara technique. He wore an orchid in his hair and those eye lashes were so damn long and perfect I almost hated him. I wanted to be that petite and that pretty. 

Chauncey is dead. He died the year I was born, 2,000.  Some boys beat him up at the club when they found out she wasn’t a real female. He died from the injuries.  Fucked up.  He was only 25. Damn I wish Chauncey was still alive.  He could be my big sister and teach me a lot of shit I don’t know about fashion and this lifestyle. Ms. Debra Anne tells me all the time that I remind her of him. God, I hope that I live to see that day that I am as polished and feminine as Chauncey was.

I’m a girl; I’m a fine ass girl. My name is Tiosha.

“Tiosha Darling,” she said crossing her legs, my eyes were instantly drawn to those gold satin ankle books with a paisley gold overlay. Mrs. Debra Anne could rock some fashions, probably where Chauncey got it from.  “I don’t usually put much stock in rumors, but when I hear something about a young person, especially one that I care about, I feel it’s my duty to get to the bottom of it.” She cleared her throat. “Sweetie, are you having sex with that young man your mother is in a relationship with?”

“Where did you hear that, Ms. Debra Anne?” Really, I wanted to know because damn if we weren’t hella careful. We didn’t even go anywhere together. My Mama, who could pick up on foul shit a mile away hadn’t even suspected nothing. Who was stirring this pot?  “No, that’s not happening at all.” I lied. I felt bad lying to her, but I didn’t want her to dislike me and I didn’t want to stop fucking Ivonte.

“You know how these streets are baby. Some of your neighbors were speculating that something might be going on between you two since your mother works and the two of you are often left alone.”

“People are so goddamn stupid! Ooh excuse me, Ms. Debra Anne; stuff like that just makes me mad.”

“As well is should if it isn’t true.”

Damn I felt bad. I felt bad for lying and I felt bad because deep down I suspected Ms. Debra Anne knew that I was lying. Even beautiful Chauncey looked disappointed in me from his portrait on high.

“It isn’t.” I continued to lie.

“Don’t ever let yourself fall into the trap of being used by these trifling down low men. It’s not like it was when my Chauncey was alive. You can live openly and you can be loved openly. Do you hear me, Tiosha?”

“Yes Ms. Debra Anne. I really need to go. I promised my friend Rameesha that I would wash her hair this afternoon.”

“Oh, of course darling.” She smiled and handed me $50 for the work I’d done that week.  “You have a nice weekend I will see you next week”

“Same to you Ms. Debra Anne.”

I held my head down as I walked pass beautiful Chauncey on high. I knew he was disappointed in me. I was going to get it right.

 What Ms. Debra Anne said made total sense. Why was I settling for sex from men who could never love me or be with only me? I knew better; I just had to do better.

Chapter Four

I woke up with Ivonte on top of me. Inside of me. I don’t know what time he came into my room or how long he’d been fucking me in my sleep but I knew my Mama was home and only a couple of doors away.

I tried to sit up, I tried to push him off of me. This didn’t feel right. This wasn’t right. Really this shit was rape. I hadn’t consented to him starting this time and damn didn’t want him to finish.

He pressed his forearm into my throat and whispered, “Be the fuck still and shut the fuck up before you wake that bitch up.”

I laid still and let him finish. After about twenty strokes he unloaded in me. He collapsed against my chest panting, spent, satisfied.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to die. 

Tears silently rolled from my eyes. I covered my face in shame.

“Tiosha you alright?” He asked. 

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t get the words out that were pounding in my head and burning through my soul.

 Goddamn Ivonte, I loved you. You never had to do that to me. Why did you do that to me?

“So fuckin stupid.” He mumbled as he pulled his boxers back on and tip toed out of my bedroom. 

I mainly sat in a corner and stared into space at Rameesha’s party.  Though my makeup was on point, my hair was laid and my shape was banging in the black pencil skirt and gold bustier I’d chosen to wear, I felt like complete and utter shit on the inside.

Every time Rameesha inquired about what was wrong with me, I just shrugged. By the way, I never went to sign up for school and Rameesha never brought it up again. Much like many of her pill fueled demands or epiphanies the whole thing was forgotten the next day.

“Girl I know there is something wrong with you. You ain’t ate nothing, you haven’t danced, and you haven’t even talked to any of these fine ass stallions up in here. Girl you better pick a horse and get your ride on. It may be the thing to make you forget about your troubles.”

Again, I just shrugged. How could I tell anybody what was wrong without telling them about what I’d been doing wrong?  

I was no longer feeling the party, so I decided to dip. I didn’t want to go back home so I just walked around the block and really thought about some shit.  

“Yo, Yo Mamacita!”  A voice called behind me. I kept walking. I was not in the mood to deal with nobody trying to clown me. I made a mental note of which cup of my bustier my blade was hid in.

 I could hear his bicycle speeding up. Panic rose inside of me as adrenaline rushed though me. I was determined that nobody was going to violate me in any shape, form, or fashion. As soon he was close to me I swung wildly hitting him and knocking him off his bike that continued to roll a few more feet before crashing into a light post.

“What the fuck?” he asked. “Damn, all you had to do was say you didn’t want to talk, Tiosha.

I instantly felt bad. Elliot Chavez was a boy I’d grown up with my whole life. He was skinny and nerdy as hell but still managed to be cute.

“I am so sorry.” I said helping him to his feet.  

“Goddamn, Tiosha, you hit like a dude.” He chuckled.

“Shut up.” I laughed, walking with him to retrieve his bike. Thankfully it hadn’t been damaged.  

“So, why you out this late?” he asked, opting to walk beside me and push his bike.

“I was at Rameesha’s party, but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“I hear that. I was there earlier but I dipped. Drinking and weed smoking ain’t really my thing.” 

“It gets old.”  I admitted.

“So where are you headed?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Nowhere in particular.” 

“Want to go over to the park?”

 “I don’t care, it beats walking around.”

The park seemed eerie that time of night with no shirtless boys running up and down the basketball court, no old men cursing each other out over games of checkers at the benches and no children playing. 

He and I chose to sit in the baseball dugout.

“I really like you Tiosha, I’ve always liked you.”

“Elliot are you trying to get some cuddy?” I asked knowing all too well what ‘I really like you Tiosha’ leads too.

“No. I ain’t gonna front and say I wouldn’t mind some but I actually want to get to know you.”

I almost burst into tears. That was the first time a boy wanted to know me, not just lay me down and fuck me. 

“Elliot, I’m falling back from sex for a minute.” I admitted. “Some shit went down that I really don’t want to talk about, but it’s made me realize that I need to slow down, so I won’t be offended if you choose to go on about your business.”

“But if I leave, how will I get to know you?”

 “What do you want to know?”

“Okay, I don’t mean any disrespect but are you a drag or a fem queen?”

“Neither, I am a girl.’

“But________ I am not trying to be mean, I don’t understand.”

How do you know you’re a boy?”

“I’ve got a dick.”

“Besides that; what tells you you’re a male?”

“I like guy stuff, I love the way Old Spice smells on me. When I see pretty girls, I want to get to know them. Which is why I am trying to figure out why I am attracted to you, because I’m not gay.”

“I am not either. I am a girl. In my head in my heart, I am a girl. When I am with a boy I am a girl, not a fem bottom. I don’t date gay men.”

“I am so confused, but so intrigued. Like, I grew up with you, so I know you were born male, but nothing about you looks male. You look more like a woman than a lot of real females.”

“It’s not just about looking like one. I feel like one.”  

As frustrating as it was trying to explain myself to Elliot, I appreciated the hell out of him for asking. I had been with a lot of guys who didn’t bother to ask. I just assumed they understood, I now realized that they didn’t care. 

“So, you always felt this way?”

“Always.” 

“And what does your family think?”

“My Mama ain’t with it.  The rest of my family is cool to my face, but the shit they say behind my back gets back to me.  To be honest, Rameesha is my only real family, and we’re not even blood related.”

“Well, I hope that we can become friends. I hope that we become very close friends.” He said. 

He leaned in and kissed me. His mouth tasted like a grape Charms blow pop. His hands moved rapidly over my body from my tits, to my thighs, to my ass seemingly all at once. When he tried to feel between my legs I stopped him. Just like that the mood was gone. 

“Wow, that was hot.” He said. “You’re a damn good kisser.”

“So are you.”

“I am so damn hard right now Tiosha. We don’t have to have sex, but can you please, please give me head or jack me off?”

His dick had inched its way down the right leg of his pants. I reached over and touched it, but a memory flash from the night before made me lean forward and vomit the contents of my stomach onto the ground.

“Damn, are you alright?’ he asked handing me a napkin from his pocket.

“Elliot, you’re a cool guy, but I cannot do this right now; I’ve got to go.”

I bolted out of the park as fast as my heels would take me. 

“It’s alright Tiosha, I still like you. Hope you feel better!” He called after me.

Chapter Five

About a half a block away from home I just sat down on the sidewalk and cried. I don’t know how long I’d been there before a taxi cab pulled up in front of me.

“Tiosha,” Ms. Debra Anne called from the rear passenger window. “Get in this cab this instant; you shouldn’t be out this time of night anyway.”   

I obeyed her command.  A few minutes later the driver pulled up to Ms. Debra Anne’s front door. 

Once we were inside Ms. Debra Anne’s home, I broke down crying again.

“Ivonte raped me last night.” It was the first time that I’d said it out loud. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Your poor baby.” She said wrapping her arms around me and showing me affection, I would never receive from my own mother. 

“Ms. Debra Anne, I lied to you the other day. I had been sleeping with Ivonte but not last night. I swear to God I just woke up and he was doing it to me. I am so sorry I lied to you but_____”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby.”

“I’m just so ashamed of myself. I just wanted him to like me.”

“Baby, guys like that don’t even like themselves. You should tell you mother.”

“Oh no!” I said frantically shaking my head “My Mama hates me enough as it is.”  

“She has to know Tiosha.”

“I cannot tell her.”

“Then I will do it for you.”

“Ms. Debra Anne___________”

“You go and freshen up, I will call her. Trust me.”

I went into Ms. Debra Anne’s bathroom and inhaled the sweet aroma of a peach and lavender Glade plugin. I removed one of the fluffy coral colored wash clothes from the rack and scrubbed my face in some of her Olay Moisturizing Face Soap.  I found a bottle of cinnamon flavored mouth wash, poured some in my mouth and swished until the rancid taste of vomit was gone. When I came out of the bathroom, Ms. Debra Anne was seated at her kitchen table. Tears poured down her cheeks.

“Baby, you cannot go back over there,” she said, “Your mama said some things I could never imagine any mother saying about her child. She threw that nasty dog out of the house though, but she made it clear that you were no longer welcomed. I am so sorry.”

“Ms. Debra Anne, my Mama has been looking for a reason to throw me out ever since I told her I felt like a girl.”

“Well, you are more than welcome to stay here. I have an extra room. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you, Ms. Debra Anne, I will probably only stay here a couple of nights, my friend Rameesha will let me stay with her. Besides, she ‘s due soon and is going to need the help.”

“You are welcomed as long as you want to stay,” she offered. “The room is down the hall on the left.”

“Thank you so much.” I started down the hall then turned around and asked. “Is that Chauncy’s room.” Oh God I wished.

“No baby, I turned Chauncy’s old room into the parlor. That’s why it’s my favorite room in the house. Goodnight Tiosha.”

“Goodnight Ms. Debra Anne.”

I had no sooner shut the door to the guest room behind me than my cellphone started to vibrate. It was Elliot. I answered the call pondering how he got my number.

“Tiosha, are you alright. I am sorry I called so late. I went by Rameesha’s and got your phone number. I had to check on you. Are you alright?”

“I’m better.” I said laying across a bed so comfortable I began to readjust my plans to only stay for a couple of days.

“I was really worried about you. I am sorry if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Damn, that was the first time a guy ever showed that kind of concern for me. I had never fucked Elliot and he went out of his way to call and make certain that I was alright.

“It wasn’t you Elliot. I’ve just really got a lot on going on; so much weighing on my mind.”

“Well I am here any time you want to talk about it.”

“I really appreciate it Elliot and very soon I am going to take you up on it. Right now, it’s really been a long night. I need to get some sleep. Thank you so very much.”

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I like you Tiosha. I really mean it.”

“I really like you too, Elliot. How about we go catch a movie tomorrow?”

“I would love to. Goodnight Tiosha.”

“Goodnight Elliot.”

When the call ended I couldn’t help but break down and cry again.  My Mama had officially thrown me away but I wasn’t sad over it. It’s hard to feel anything when someone’s actions don’t surprise you. The love I thought I felt for Ivonte was dead. He never gave a damn about me or my Mama for that matter. I was never ever going to do anything with Carlos again either. Rameesha was too good a friend for me to have ever been foul like that. 

I didn’t know what the future held for Elliot and me, but he seemed like a guy that was genuinely interested in getting to know and building a relationship with me.

I wasn’t going to be anyone else’s dirty, trifling ass secret ever again. Why should I be? I’m a girl: I’m a fine ass girl. My name is Tiosha. 

As I drifted off to sleep, two things weighed on my mind: What was I going to wear on my date with Elliot tomorrow and what was Ms. Debra Anne going to make for breakfast?

Other Titles by Junior 69:

Black Love Trilogy: Three Erotic Stories

Black Love Moan: The Definitive M/M Urban Erotica Collection

Available @ Amazon.com and in Amazon’s Kindle Store.