(Part 1)
LAJORIA
Day 1 10:50p.m. (school) Tuesday
Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung to begin first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Calculus class. I headed downstairs to my locker then to the lunchroom.
“LaJoria!” a familiar voice yelled up from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the school’s finest line backer swiftly walking towards me.
“Hey!”
“Sup Black?”
“I haven’t talked to you in a long time.” he said and smiled.
“Yeah I know, and we’ve been going to this school together for I what…don’t know… three years now.” I shook my head and he laughed it off.
“How’ve you been?”
“Fine thank you!” Awkward silence.
“Ok, well, what you doin’ Friday?”
“I don’t have any plans if that’s what you wanted to know” I replied and cocked my head to the side and hugged my books tight to my chest to hid my hard nipples. Damn that boy could turn you on just by laying those gray on you.
“Yeah well uh, I thought that you would come to the game and watch me play. Then,” he continued, “we could maybe hook up after the game or sumpt’n, sumpt’n.” He gave me a half smile.
I looked deep in his gray eyes and was mesmerized.
“Huh?” I stumbled.
“Uh, the game Friday and sumpt’n after?”
“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll be there, fa sho.” I smiled and he returned one with those pretty, straight, white teeth. Damn he’s so sexy.
“Alright then I’ll see you there!” he said, winked at me, and ran off for his locker.
I stood there with my mouth open, and watched him as he swiftly walked off towards his locker and put his books in. He turned and left for the lunch room.
Black has a very dark even complexion. Stands about 6’1” and weighs in at a sensational 260lbs. His muscular legs were slightly bow, and one of them had a long scar on it because he got hit by a car when was twelve. I had to catch the drool that formed at the corner of my mouth before it rolled down my face.
First Lunch 10:50 a.m.
All through lunch all I could think of was Black. How handsome he had become and how he had me so mesmerized. Mrs. LaJoria Monique Jordan-Richardson has a nice ring to it. My mind began to dream of loosing my virginity to him. Will it hurt, will it feel good, is he big or….
“Sup Jori,” Sarita said and slapped me on the shoulder blade, as she placed her lunch tray next to mine. Damn why’d she interrupt me, I had a good thing going.
Sarita Shipmen was a thick, with a deep carmel complexion. She weighed about 190lbs and stood around 5’11”. She was way taller and heavier than I was. Her top half was of a small frame but the bottom half was fat. Round hips and a shapely ass that rose and fell when she walked. Never once thought I’d be looking at another girls ass, but, with that fat ass you can’t help but to look at it bounce.
Me, I just turned 18 and I am a mere 147lbs, 5’6½”, nice round ass and hips (if I should say so myself) and thick muscular legs and calf from running track every other day after school for Mr. Hogginsbay. Sarita’s 34B bra size paled in comparison to my 36C.
“Wasssup Sarita?”
“Nothing girl I got the bomb ass plan fa Friday, you down?”
“Well Sarita, Black did ask me to the football game that day, can we do it another time?” “It’s all good” she groaned “it’s all good”. “Aaawwwwhhhh shit girl, what’s the dilly yo with you and ole’ Black huh?” She stuffing a French fry into her mouth.
“Nothin’, girl he just asked me to come see him play and grab a burger after the game that’s all.”
“Girl you know what that means,”
“No I don‘t, why don‘t you enlighten me?!”
“Don’t play dumb with me, you know he want that.”
“Want what?” I questioned already knowing her reply.
“That” she said pointing to my crouch.
“Look now, don’t get mad but unlike you, every time someone asks me out don’t mean that they want pussy.” I fired, rollin’ my head and eyes at her.
“Aahh Bitch don’t get fresh, I was just warnin’ yo’ dumb ass, cause you know he got a girlfriend name Ronda and they, from what I hear, have sex every night.”
“Damn girl why you dissin’ ole boy like that, and anyway so what, he just asked me to a football game not my hand in holy matrimony! Why you tellin’ me this anyway?”
“I don’t reveal my sources, but any who just be careful,” she warned and stuffed two more fries into her mouth.
We ate and put our trays on the conveyer belt. Sarita and I went outside and that is where she revealed to me her source after an unscrupulous grilling.
“Alright, I’ll tell you!” She took out a cigarette and started smoking it.
“Well it was the year before last and he asked me to a football game.” she began. “I thought he liked me and wanted to date me but I found out later that he didn’t.” I could see the hurt in her eyes when she started to continue. “After the game I followed the team into the school then there he was kissing and clothes burning with Ronda outside of the locker room. I ran out side,” she continued “I was so hurt, but by then it was too late.” She hung her head down.
“Why were you mad girl he only asked you to go to the game, not to go steady.” I said without thinking, thinking to myself that she was really overreacting about this. Then a tear fell from her eye.
“Do you remember the baby I told you I put up for adoption?” she asked and looked her tear filled brown eyes into mine. Her stare sent ice through to my soul.
“Yeah I remember…are you saying that…”
“No,” she blerted “ I’m just telling you to be careful, that’s all I’m saying.” she said and sniffed her nose.
“Girl why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what, there’s nothing to tell. Look we can talk about this another time, just remember what I said and don’t tell no one about this.” I promised and the bell rang to end first lunch.
1:17p.m. (school)
In my English Lit. class I was truly disturbed about what Surita had just told me. It ran through my mind like my track team around the field. The thoughts were so loud that I didn’t even hear Mrs. Jackson call my name.
“Ms. Richardson,” she yelled at the back of the room. It startled me.
