Free Hell's Diva by Anna J. Page A

get you a douche to clean yourself afterward. You don’t want your pussy smelling like trash truck juice.”
    Mecca sat at the funeral home staring at Monique’s body, thinking of her. She felt a lump in her throat as she tried not to cry. Monique wouldn’t be here to talk to her about sex, and she didn’t think sex was a topic Ruby wanted to speak to her about. Mecca’s mind wandered back to that night with Tah, and it saddened her how she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to now. That was one of the most memorable nights of her life, and she zoned out as she thought back.
    “You all right?” Tah asked, seeing Mecca’s facial expression in deep thought. “If you’re not with it we can wait, Mecca.”
    “No, I’m all right. I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you, Tah.” Mecca sucked her teeth before responding to him.
    Tah was caught off guard with the four-letter word that he swore he would never say or feel toward a woman except his mother or grandmother. Too many cats he knew fell victim to that word. He knew dudes who fell in love with a chick, got locked up, and the girl the dude loved was in the free world fucking the dude’s friends, brothers, and even the nigga’s sister.
    A lot of cats got killed over women, and Tah swore to himself that it would never be him. He really liked Mecca a lot, though. He even dared to say he cared about her. She wasn’t like the girls he usually dealt with. She wasn’t the neighborhood freak like the girls he and his crew got a piece of. She was a virgin, and she wanted him to be her first. That sent Tah on an ego trip so far he had to pack a year’s worth of luggage. But love? That’s a whole other level that Tah didn’t think he was ready for. Not wanting to ruin the night, Tah told Mecca he loved her too, and was almost convinced that he believed it.
    Tah and Mecca entered the plush hotel room with cream wall-to-wall carpeting, mirrored walls, and a Jacuzzi shaped like a martini glass. Tah surprised her with a pair of hoop earrings with diamonds on them. Mecca hugged Tah, then their mouths met and their tongues began to wrestle with each other. Tah tried to be as gentle as he could. He wanted this night to be special for her. He wanted her to be strung out on him and never want to share her love with anyone else. He felt he was experienced enough to pull it off.
    Tah began to suck on Mecca’s earlobe, then slowly moved down to her neck. Mecca felt chills through her whole body as Tah began to unbutton her shirt. Her black satin bra came into view, and Tah had to make himself slow down. He picked her up and walked her over to the king-sized bed to lay her down, afterward softly kissing her belly button while caressing her breast. Then suddenly he stopped.
    “Hold on, Mecca. Let me use the bathroom.”
    Tah went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the large mirror over the beige porcelain sink. His manhood bulged against the crotch of his red Fila velour sweat suit. As was routine with every girl he bedded, Tah took out his dick and began to masturbate so that when he had sex with Mecca he wouldn’t cum quick. Mecca unhooked her bra while she waited for Tah to take off her tight-fitting jeans. Her panties matched her bra. Remembering what Monique had said about keeping her pussy smelling fresh, Mecca rubbed her hand against her pussy and smelled it. She was satisfied with the smell the vinegar-and-water douche left behind.
    She heard plenty of tales from being around guys in the projects and listening to the workers she collected money from of a girl’s pussy smelling like fish chasing a nigga away. The news that a girl had a stink pussy spread around the neighborhood and did severe damage to a girl’s reputation. Mecca made sure that it would never be her. Three minutes later, Tah came out of the bathroom ready to give Mecca the best first sexual experience ever.
    Tah took off his pants and crawled on the bed in his Calvin Klein boxers. He looked at