The next day, as usual, Joy woke up to her mother screaming at her father. She opened her bedroom door a crack so she could hear. Her mother was standing at the top of the stairs, with her back to Joy. Her father was at the bottom of the stairs.
“I hate you,” Barbara yelled, pointing downward at her husband. “You ruined my life, you bastard.”
“Calm down,” he said quietly, “you need to lower your voice before you wake up Joy.”
Joy’s father had a very strange temperament. When he was angry, he would become very calm, and then before you could even blink, he’d turn and start acting crazy.
“Don’t tell me to lower my voice. I know why you want me to come downstairs,” she said with a smug look, like she knew something he didn’t.
“Barbara, what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, irritation evident in his voice.
“I know that if I use these stairs I will be dead by the time I reach the second from the last step,” she said, her voice sounding strange, like she was in a faraway place.
“What? I’m leaving for work, you crazy-ass bitch. Don’t call my office every half hour, like yesterday, with your crazy shit.” With that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
“Michael, you asshole, I told you that someone was coming to the house to get me. I could feel it, and you just kept hanging up on me,” she screamed hysterically. Receiving no reply, after a few minutes she finally walked backwards to her room, keeping her eyes on the staircase. When only a few inches away from her bedroom door, she turned and ran inside, slamming the door behind her.
Joy listened to the whole thing. She hated her mother for being crazy, and her father for not getting her the help she needed. Ever since she could remember, her mother had always said and done the most off the wall things. Once, when Joy was six, she saw her mother fill up a glass full of toilet water and drink it. When she saw Joy watching, she filled up another glass and tried to give it to her. Joy ran screaming to her father, but all he did was take Joy to her room and sit her in front of the TV. A few seconds later, she had heard them arguing, which only seemed to make her mother crazier.
When Joy turned seven, for her birthday, her mother told her she had bought her a kitten. She told Joy that she had to be good at school all day and she would get it when she got home. Joy became excited at the prospect of having her own kitten. She never had any problems at school anyway, so behaving herself for a day would be a piece of cake. When school was over, she couldn’t wait for her friend’s mom to hurry up and drop her off. As soon as she walked in her house, she began searching for her mother. She found her in the kitchen, kneeling on the floor, blowing kisses and making funny sounds while moving her hand back and forth. But Joy didn’t see anything in front of her. Joy watched her mother for a minute then asked where her kitten was. Her mother looked up for the first time since Joy had walked in, her eyes oddly wide, and said, “Right here, silly, don’t you see her?”
At only seven years of age, Joy knew her mother wasn’t like the mothers of her friends at school.
Leaning up against the door, tears fell from Joy’s eyes. Her throat hurt from trying to hold in the sobs. She swallowed hard, glancing at the clock by her bed. It was only eight-thirty. One day left to the weekend. Joy knew she couldn’t endure the day at school, with all those jealous-ass girls rolling their eyes at her. Hurriedly, she went to her closet to find something to wear. She wanted to dress down. She settled for an all black Rocawear sweat suit that hugged her butt snugly and was just a tiny bit loose around her thick legs. As she walked to the bathroom connected to her room, she knew exactly what would be on her agenda that day.
Feeling only slightly better after a shower, Joy was dressed in no time and on her way out the door. She glanced at her parents’ bedroom door for a split second but kept on moving. She walked towards the bus stop, scanning the area to see if Kevin was around.
His image popped in her head momentarily, and she allowed herself a small smile as she thought about how nice he had been the evening before. Right there and then she knew where she would end up. As soon as she looked down the street, she saw the bus coming. After swiping her Transpass, she walked all the way to the back and sat down. After a while, she looked out the window to make sure where she was, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again a girl was looking at her, but quickly turned away when caught. Seconds later, she was staring again. They made eye contact, both of them realizing at the same time that they knew each other. A smile broke out on Joy’s face as she got up and moved closer to Tanya.
“Hey, girl,” Tanya said, smiling.
“Wassup?” said Joy, happy to see someone she knew. The last time she had seen Tanya was on the day she moved. They had lived in the same apartment building back in New York. They hadn’t been the best of friends but had talked from time to time. Tanya was twenty-two, with three kids by three different dudes, all a year apart. Only one of her kids lived with her; the other two lived with their fathers.
“Nothing. I moved here two weeks ago with some nigga I met.”
“Oh? What happened? I thought you was staying with your baby’s father?” Joy asked, confused.
“Yeah, I was, but that nigga got some other bitch pregnant,” she said, clearly still bitter about it.
“Where’s Lil’ D? I haven’t seen him in a minute,” Joy said, referring to Tanya’s three-year-old son.
“I left his little bad ass with his daddy and his new bitch that he had the nerve to move in the day after I left,” she said, her voice becoming louder. People turned to look at them. “What the fuck ya’ll looking at?” she said loudly to the people looking in their direction. She then turned back to Joy. “So, wassup wit’ you and Josh?”
“We broke up. I called his phone yesterday and some girl picked up, talking ’bout why was I calling her man. Then he had the nerve to call me back, talking ’bout how he’s living wit’ her because his mom threw him out. He acted like he care more for her than me, so fuck him,” Joy said, with anger in her voice and tears in her eyes.
“Damn, that’s fucked up,” said Tanya, shaking her head. “That’s why you can’t take these niggas seriously.”
“Yeah, well, I thought Josh was different,” Joy said, getting up as the bus approached her stop. “It was nice seeing you, Tanya.”
“Yeah, you too, Joy. Let me give you my number,” she said, calling out her number loudly, not caring who was listening. Joy quickly saved it in her phone, then pulled the cord and went closer to the door. As she was getting off the bus, she looked back at Tanya and saw her talking to the dude who had gotten on the bus right before her stop. She shook her head and laughed, thinking that Tanya was cool even though she was a smut.
Looking around, she discovered she was standing right in front of her destination. She looked up and read the sign, ‘Kevin’s PhotoShop’. A small smile crossed her lips as she pushed open the glass door. Kevin was behind the counter, helping a customer choose some frames for a series of pictures. He looked up briefly when she walked through the door, smiled, and kept his attention on the customer. Joy waited patiently for him to finish. She looked at Kevin’s face and again noticed how cute he was. He had smooth chocolate-colored skin, with deep brown eyes. His teeth were straight and white. His lips looked soft, and Joy found herself wondering what they would feel like against hers. A few minutes later, the customer paid for everything and left the store.
Joy walked towards the counter as Kevin came around and approached her. They hugged, holding onto each other, both of them seeming to need it. After a while they let go of each other. Kevin went over to the door and locked it. Joy didn’t say a word as he then led her up the back stairs into a small apartment.
“You live here?” Joy asked, finally breaking the silence. She looked around, not seeing much furniture. There was just a desk and table, both with pictures scattered all over. Various cameras, lenses, and film were also on the table.
“Yeah. I develop all my pictures here, too,” he said, pointing to a door off the kitchen.
“Show me your room,” Joy commanded, grabbing Kevin’s hand and leading him towards what she guessed to be his room. She guessed right. He allowed her to lead him to the bed and sit him down. He opened his mouth to speak, but Joy put a finger to her lips. She stood only inches away from him as she undressed, while he watched. She could see the excitement in his eyes. Pushing all thoughts of Josh out of her head, she started pulling on Kevin’s shirt, indicating for him to take it off.
“Joy, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered.
“Yeah we should; I need this.” She looked down at his hard dick, knowing that the shit he was talking wasn’t what his body wanted.
“Doing this isn’t going to make youuuuuu … ” His voice trailed off as Joy unbuttoned his pants and took his dick in her hands. “ … feel better. I only brought you up here to talk.”
Slowly, she held his dick out and licked her lips. She then wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and licked all around it, before taking the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked and slurped on it, only stopping for Kevin to take his pants and underwear off. Moans of pleasure came from Kevin as he looked down at Joy doing her thing. Joy felt his dick pulsating. She took him deeper in her throat, moving her tongue up and down. When she felt he was about to come, she stopped.
Now fully undressed, Joy reached down to where her clothes were piled next to the bed and pulled a condom out her pants pocket. Kevin couldn’t believe her skill and boldness. He laid her on her back, looking down at her for a moment before he started licking and kissing her neck, moving down all the way to her nipples. They were already hard, but became even harder as he licked and sucked them. Grabbing both her breasts in his hands, he sucked on both nipples together.
“Oh, shit,” Joy moaned.
Kevin moved all the way down and put his face between her legs, inhaling her butterscotch scent. He licked and sucked on her clit while sticking one, then two fingers inside of her.
“Ahhhh. Yeah, baby,” Joy screamed out as what felt like a waterfall rushed out of her. She had never felt like this, having only ever been with Josh before. Josh was a very selfish lover. He taught her all the things he liked and never once tried to satisfy her; so for the last four years she had just performed, while fighting against her urges. Her intention was to secretly get back at him, but she never expected to feel this good.
After making her come twice more, he kissed his way back up to her lips. He kissed her deeply, and Joy could taste herself on his lips. Sticking his tongue in her mouth, he kissed her long and hard. He then moved his lips along her chin and up to her ear, whispering, “You taste so sweet.”
“Put it in,” she begged, not being able to take the feeling of his hard dick pressed against her stomach any longer.
He did as he was told, making sure to be slow and gentle. He wanted her to feel good and to have the most pleasurable experience. He could tell she needed it; and he needed it, too. He put the tip in and moaned deep in his throat. Even with the condom on he could feel how good and tight her pussy was. He then slid the rest of himself in. “A perfect fit,” he moaned. From that moment it was like a connection. They moved together rhythmically, each moaning.
Joy felt her entire body tingling as she was overcome with the most exciting sensation. Experiencing the same sensation, Kevin began kissing her more deeply. Joy thought the feeling could get no more intense, but she was wrong. She screamed out, “Yessss, Kevin,” as they came together. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her neck, then rolled over and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around him. Neither said a word as they both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Three
Joy woke up first. Through the window she could see that it was dark outside; but she didn’t care. Her parents wouldn’t even miss her. Joy felt well rested, though her and Kevin woke up numerous times for hour long sex sessions then drifting back again. She looked at the clock beside the bed—it was almost five in the morning. At some point Kevin had moved off her and put his arms around her. They were face to face. She gazed at him silently in the faint light of the early morning. Slowly, she kissed his lips until he woke up, a wide smile on his face.
“I was dreaming about you,” he said, moving back a little. He knew his breath stunk.
“Me too. You made me feel so good,” Joy said, moving closer, not caring about his breath or hers.