Free Thugs And The Women Who Love Them by Wahida Clark Page A

shoes.
    The Nike shorts were tight, just like Marvin had wanted. They showed off her small curves.
    â€œJailbait!” Marvin said under his breath. Kyra heard him, but pretended she hadn’t.
    â€œHow do I look?” Kyra asked, twirling around.
    â€œFine, and sexy as hell.”
    Kyra blushed. “Don’t I know it! What you got good?”
    â€œLook in the ashtray on top of the stereo. There should be something already rolled.”
    Kyra got the ashtray and lit up a joint. “Do you mind if I turn on your stereo?”
    â€œGo ahead—do whatever you want.” Marvin smiled before he disappeared. Kyra turned on the CD player and hit the play button. He had Isaac Hayes’s Shaft soundtrack loaded. Kyra thought she was the only one who knew about the soundtrack. It was sounding good, so she danced around his living room for at least ten minutes. When he finally came back, Kyra knew something was up.
    â€œWhat did you just have?” she asked.
    â€œWhat do you mean, what did I just have?” He grinned.
    â€œYou sure wasn’t back there smoking no joint.”
    â€œSomethin’ you can’t handle.”
    â€œHow do you know what I can’t handle?”
    â€œBecause you’re my baby girl.”
    â€œShit. I ain’t no baby girl. I’m grown.” Marvin just stared at her.
    â€œWhy are you staring at me like that?”
    â€œAll right, then. Come over here,” he finally answered.
    Kyra stood up and approached him as he opened a drawer behind the bar and took out some foil. He set it on the counter. She looked on with curiosity as he put some of the white powder on the edge of a matchbook and sucked it up through his nose.
    â€œIs that coke or heroin?” She asked.
    â€œOh, you do know a little somethin’, huh, baby girl? It’s heroin, but we call it H, ” he explained as he put a little on the matchbook cover and passed it to her.
    Kyra sniffed it and choked.
    â€œYou all right, baby girl?”
    â€œYeah.” Her eyes filled up with water as she sat on the couch and rested her head back. She felt like she was riding up and down on a seesaw and her stomach was getting queasy. It was a funny feeling, sickening but very relaxing. She felt like she was dreaming.
    Marvin went to the kitchen, got her a 7-Up, and poured it on some ice.
    â€œDrink a little of this.”
    Kyra felt like everything was in slow motion as she drank it down.
    â€œDamn, I feel good.” She grinned at Marvin.
    â€œDon’t ask for no more, okay? I can’t have my baby girl strung out.” He kissed her on the forehead.
    â€œI’m grown, remember?”
    â€œYou know I’m crazy about your wanna-be grown ass, don’t you?”
    â€œCrazy in what way? I thought we was just friends. Plus, you know I got a man,” Kyra teased.
    â€œShit. He ain’t no fuckin’ man. I bet he never even made you come, did he?”
    â€œI’m not telling you our personal business.”
    â€œThat’s because he didn’t,” Marvin said as he reached over and started massaging her breast.
    Kyra just stared at him. He was making her feel higher than she already was. He leaned over and put his tongue in her mouth and circled it around. Kyra’s breathing was starting to get heavy as she kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming over her body. He gently pushed her back so that she was lying down. As he pulled her shorts down he was giving the inside of her thighs gentle, soft kisses. Kyra felt like she was melting into the leather sofa. The “H” that she had just sniffed magnified every single thing that he did. He pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. Her young, perky tits were a sight for sore eyes.
    â€œI told you that I’m crazy about you. How do you feel about me?”
    â€œI think you are a fine-ass nigga who is too old for me.”
    â€œWell, do you want me to stop?”