Nikki's Story
The Story All Young African American Girls Should Read

Hey. My name is Nikki, and I was born in Camden, Jersey, but I moved here to Philly when I was about 6 years old. Now I'm 16. And you think you've been through it? Shit, I have been through it all and back. But there's more to Nikkia Jones than some ghetto bitch you find on the street corner of Woodland Ave. And that's what I'm tryna get through these niggas heads & shit. Well I'm gonna let you hear my life story. And you might want to get a seatbealt, cause you're about to take a phat ride.

Friday, July 18, 3:50 p.m.

I was sitting on my bed thinking about what I'm going to do today, and I hear my phone ring from across the room. I think to myself 'Damn, I hope that is not Aisha' so I just laid back & decided not to answer it.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. "Nikki! Open ya door real quick."
"What you want? I'm doing something." It was my 12-year old sister, but I swear that girl thinks she's 24.
I got up & opened the door. "What the fu-. Girl, what you want?"
"Tanisha's on the phone. I shouldn't of told you nothing. People don't wanna be--" I had to shut the door on her.
"Nisha? Wassup."
"Wassup girl. What you doing?"
"Chillin, Why? Wassup? You talked to LaMonte or something?"
"Girl, you know I did. He want to go down to Gothum tonight and Chris going too--you better get that."
"Stop playin, Nisha you know me & Chris not even sweet like that. He looks good, I won't front, but don't he talk to Tanya?"
"No! Where the hell you get that from? Look girl, We gonna pick you up around 10:30 cause I'm doing Stacey's braids today. You know her hair is nappy as shit. Plus she getting them damn microbraids, I'm gonna be doing that shit all day. Here go here number, call me so I won't be bored. You got a piece of paper?"
"Go head, I'll remember."
"555-7296. Aight girl I gotta go. See you." CLICK.
I hung up the phone and looked around my room for something to wear. Damn, I ain't got shit to wear. Looks like I have to call my man.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Latisha walked into the room.
"Nikki, mommy said get her cigarettes off of her night table and bring them to her."
"Tell her to get her own damn cigarettes". "She said her back hurts & she can't walk."
"Yeah, whatever. Here I come."
Me & my mom don't get along that well. She says I try to be the mother in the family, but she can barely hold the house up on her own. She works a part-time job, and is living off of her boyfriend Rick. But still she asks me to pay rent. 16 god-damned year old paying rent in her momma's house. Ain't that some shit? But it's cool cause I can do whatever I want, and I maintain a "C" average in school. The person who's really going to be suffering is my sister Latisha. If my mom O.D.'s then she'll have to find her daddy cause I won't be here. Once my 17th birthday rolls around, I'll be moving out & living with my man.
"Here."
"Nik, you can't go out tonight. Rick & I are going to see Soul Food, then he's taken me to dinner. You gotta make dinner for Tisha cause I don't want my baby girl living off of that greasy-ass pizza they make down the street."
"What? Tisha knows how to cook. I'm going out with Nisha tonight so T gonna have to make her own damn food."
"Girl don't you get an attitude. When I say you're doing something, you have to do it. I don't give a fuck about Tanisha. Her mom already got her man so she don't have to do shit. You're staying here Tisha. I don't give a fuck where you want to go. You ain't the mom of this family, shit."
"Didn't nobody say I was the mom! I'm just saying I'm not staying here tonight. Tisha can go right over to her dad's house."
I didn't feel like hearing her shit today. I went into the kitchen & got out some oodles of noodles to eat. I turned on the radio, "Do Mase Got Tha Ladies? yeah yeah! Do Puff Drive Mercedes? yeah yeah! Take Hits From tha 80's. And Do they sound so crazy? yeah yeah!" Mase is so fine. Puff is alright except for those teeth ain't getting it.
"Nik, let me $5"
"I don't have it"
"I saw $25 dollars on ya dresser last night--"
"You need to stay the fuck out my room, Tish."
"Aight. I see how you acting."
That is one broke ass. Tisha stay asking somebody for some money. Still, my mom keep her laced up in the phattest Polo's & shit from Old Navy.

Friday, July 18, 7:20 p.m.

RING, RING!
"Hello?"
"Hello can I speak to Nikkia?"
"Who's calling?"
"Pierre"
Pierre is ONE of my boyfriends. He looks SO good, you would not believe it. Plus he has money! I think I love him. "Wassup baby."
"You were sleep?"
"Yeah. But it's cool. What you want?"
"What are you doing tonight? I want to know if you can come over."
"When, now?"
"Whenever. Chris is here, but he's about to be out though"
"I'm going out around 10:00, so what you want to do?"
"NO THE HELL YOU AREN'T GOING OUT. WHAT DID I SAY? AND NIKKI GET OFF THE PHONE, I GOTTA USE IT."
"Mom get off the damn phone."
"Hello? Nikki, you coming or not. Just be here around 8:00, cool?"
"Aight, then, bye."
"Peace"
I hung up the phone & jumped up to my closet. I found a jean skirt & a orange shirt. I took out my orange stockings a pair of shoes.

I hurried to take & quick shower, brushed my teeth & went to my room to get dressed. I lotioned down with my vanilla body cream. Pierre got a thing for Vanilla, especially Victoria Secret's. I fixed my ponytail, put some gel on the sides, and curled the top. I grabbed my jean jacket & my keys, ans ran downstairs.
"Where you think you going?"
"I'm going down Pierre house, I'll be back in about 2 hours."
"If you are not back in this house by 10:00, it's gone be your ass. Cause I'm leaving at 9:00."
"Aight, damn."
I locked my front door and walked a few blocks to Pierre's house. I saw a whole bunch of guys across from his house. I did not feel like fucking with Kyle & his clique today.
"Shorty! Come here sexy. What's your name?"
"Kyle, get the fuck out my face"
"What? Who dat? How you know my name?"
I ignored him & went up Pierre's steps.
"Oh that's one of Pierre's jawns. Oh hold up! That's sexy-ass Nikki. Come here real quick Nikki."
Pierre opened his door. "Hey girl. Come on"
You Make Me Wanna was playing.
"Oh, that's my shit. 'You Make Me Wanna Leave The One I'm Wit. And Start A New Relationship You'. Come Here Baby." I grabbed Pierre & kissed his soft lips. Pierre can kiss so good. His tongue is so gentle--
"Wassup wit the stockings? You all bright"
"But I can do that though. I still look good."
"Come on, let me show you my new sneaks."
We walked upstairs into Pierre's room. His room was so clean for a guy.
"These jawns are like that, aren't they. Only cost a buck twenty-five."
"Yeah, they sweet."
I sat down on his bed. I took off my jacket and laid it on his dresser. Pierre went over and turned on his c.d. player. He turned on "My Love Is The Shhh!". He came to me and laid me on the bed. He began to kiss me, and then he kissed me on my neck. He went down & pulled my shirt up to suck on my stomach. Pierre makes it feel so good. I sat up & pulled off my shirt.
"Hold Up"
"What?"
"Let me turn off the light, aight?"
"Why? You don't want to see my body or something? You scared of my titties?"
"Come on, I done seen your titties too many times--"
He cut off the light and bounced back on the bed. He grabbed my stomach and started blowing in my ear.
"Your panies wet yet?"
"Boy you say nasty."
"Are they?"
"You see."
Pierre felt up my skirt & moved my panies aside. He began to finger me. It felt so nice.
"I knew you were wet. Your titties are hard too"
Pierre pulled his finger out & asked me to take his clothes off. I felt his dick--which wasn't hard yet. I could take care of that. I grabbed it & rubbed it slowly. Pierre un-did my bra, and I rubbed his dick between my titties.
"Nikki, lay down"
Pierre kissed me on my stomach again & then went down on me. I almost came, but I stopped him, and asked him to put it in.

Tears were rolling down my face--Pierre was so good. I almost didn't notice that "My Love Is the Shhh!" was playing over & over.
"Oh Pierre, baby! I Love you! Uhn, Uhn, I love you!"
"Your pussy is so sweet Nikki! I'm givin it to you ain't I? Who that big daddy girl? What's my name girl?"
"Uhn.......uh, uh, Pierre. Work It Ou Daddy!"

Pierre lasted over an hour. That's a real nigga for you. I'm glad that's my man. We showered, and I left. It was already 10:05. I still had to get ready to go out with Nisha. Plus my hair was mess.

Friday, July 18, 10:30 p.m.

"Tisha, I'm going out, aight? Order some chinese food cause mom said she didn't want you to have no pizza."
"I know you coming off with the money, right?"
"You ain't got no money?"
The door bell rang. I ran to the door.
"Well come here, get this money."
I opened the door and Nisha was standing there with a blue DKNY racing shirt dress on, and some blue DKNY sneaks, with matching blue & white DKNY anklets. "Wassup, you ready?"
"Here I come, let me just give Tisha this money real quick come in.
"You want some Kool-Aid," I yelled from the kitchen
"Ah Ahn, I'm straight. I got a soda in the car."
I handed Tisha the money & ran out the house.

"Chris is in there?"
"Uh huh, girl, and you in the back wit tha nigga."
"Damn, we ain't got shit to talk about."
"So the fuck what. Kiss him. Do something."
We got in the car and road off.
I decided to start the conversation off with Chris. Damn he was fine.
"Wassup."
"Yo, wassup."
"Where we going?"
"We going down Gothum. Nisha ain't tell you?"
"Oh, yeah, that's right. I forgot though."
"Damn, you look good as shit"
I giggled, even though I wanted to start cheesing.
"You not to bad yourself n'mean"
"I guess a girl like you stay with a man."
"Naw, not really. Guys be playing around."
"Girls do the same shit."
"I know we do. And I'm not even gone say I'm different. But when I like a guy he'll know".
"How is that?"
"I give them play. Usually I don't give guys the time day."
"For real? Damn, so you like me?"
"You said that shit. Take it how you want to"
"Damn you hard. I like that though. Some of these corny bitches out here don't know what to do with theirself."
"And your damn right."
"Yo Chris, pass me that Jay Z c.d. back there." Nisha's boyfriend LaMonte yelled back. He's a fine nigga & I used to fuck with him before I knew Nisha. Nigga just a playa. That's why we broke up. But I guess he learned the error of his ways.
"Ain't no Jay Z. I see the Firm."
"Oh pass me that shit"
"You like the Firm?
I turned around to him "Who me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh they cool."
"Well as I was sayin, so you would think about fuckin wit me?"
"I don't know though. You seem like a player."
"Who me? Naw! I'm a faithful nigga. I ain't no player."
"Oh, is that right? Damn. Cause I'm a playette."
"Shit, you all happy to admit it. But it's cool. I can make you forget them other punk-ass niggas."
"Damn, you got it like that?"
"Hell yeah."
Chris was alright. He had game, and he fine too. We'll just have to see what happens with this one.

Friday, July 18, 11:17 p.m.

We get to Gothum and stayed there till about 3:00. But Nisha was ready to go cause after that we were stopping by LaMonte's house. We left & we get to LaMonte's house.
Nisha comes over & whispers to me "Girl, you got 2 fucking hours to do whatever with him. Me & Monte going upstairs. Don't interrupt."
Nisha went upstairs & me & Chris were alone. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him, I just wanted to make him mine first.
"You want to go in the basement & watch t.v.?"
"Isn't it cold in the basement?"
"Yo, that's like LaMonte's second room. He got a bed & shit down there."
"Oh, well let's go."
We went downstairs. Chris wasn't lying. Nigga basement is all furnished & shit.
"You mind if I turn out the lights?" he asked me. Chris looked like an innocent little lamb.
"Go head"
Chris turned on some shit on t.v. and came over to me.
"I guess there's nothing on."
"Nikki"
"What?"
"Nikki!"
"What? What you want?"
"I want you"
"Well you have to come get me."
I got up & ran to the bed. He ran after me & grabbed me. We started play wrestling and he was winning. He laid me on my back & held me down. It was too sexy.
"You give up?" he said softly
"Naw nigga, hurt me. I want you to"
He laughed. "Girl, you may not be able to handle that shit. I don't know"
"Well nigga it's only one way to find out, isn't?"
He kissed me and loosened his grip on me. He wasn't as good a kisser as Pierre, but he could kiss though.
"You want to do something for me?"
"What, daddy?"
"I'll be right back. Stay right here."
He ran upstairs & I laid down on the bed.
He was back in about 30 seconds.
"You like whipped cream?"
"Ill, you so nasty!"
He pulled down my panies & sprayed whipped cream on my pussy.
"Damn that's cold, nigga"
He licked it all off and proceeded to eat me out. He was sucking chewing--all that good stuff.
"So, you gonna do something for me?"
"What?"
"Lick the whipped cream of my dick?"
"Lay down nigga."
I unbuttoned his pants & took of his drawers. I sprayed the cream on his dick & gently licked it off. I sprayed some more & licked again.
"Your dick tastes gooooood!"
He threw me down & pulled up my shirt. He sucked my nipples & my chest, then proceeded to put his dick in me. His was smaller then Pierre's too.
"Uhn, baby. Damn. Slow down, I'm getting too excited."
"Calm down girl, I'm just getting started."
"Uhn, uhn, uhn, I, I, I need, uhn, you to slow your, uh uh ass down!!"
He slowed down & it didn't feel so good anymore. He was good, but he only lasted 15 minutes. He wanted to do it again, but I felt a little sick.
We went upstairs & he got me some water.
"Sorry." I said.
"No problem." He sat down across from me. "You cool?"
"Yeah I'm alright. I wish Nisha would hurry her ass up & get down here. You know what time it is?
"Naw, I'll go see."
I really wanted to spend the night with Chris but I had to go home. I was getting more sick by the minute.
Chris came back, "It's 4:35."
"Oh."

About 20 minutes later Nisha came downstairs & LaMonte drove her & me home. When we got to my house, Chris walked me to my door.
"You feeling better?"
"Naw, not really."
"Look, um, can I get your number so I can call you tomorrow?"
"You got a pen on you? I don't know if I should bring you in the house. It's after 5:30, my moms might get hostile."
"Hold up". Chris ran back to the car to get a pen & paper.
"What was that number?"
"555-2324"
"Aight, I won't forget." He kissed me & walked off.
"Bye!" I yelled
"Oh, peace."
I walked in the house hoping the mom from hell wasn't up.
Nope. All the lights were off. I walked up to my room & plopped down into my bed. I took off my jacket, shoes & stockings & threw them on my bed. I got up & took off the rest of my clothes & threw on a nightgown. I jumped under my covers & fell asleep. I was so damn tired.
------- Chapter 2