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Saturday, August 23, 2008
"Ladies, you are looking too hot for words!" Raheem yelled at us as we started pulling all of our shit out of our Hummer H3.
Big vehicle or not, we had a lot of crap, mostly because Hope did not believe in leaving a single outfit in her closet back at home. The drive from Atlanta had been a scorcher. Gas was higher than caviar and there was no way we were going to run the air conditioner. Thus, the ten-hour drive had found us bickering with each other and pondering whether to open cans of whup ass on some of the other drivers on the road. I reminded Hope about this Lifetime movie where these two Canadian women got involved in a road rage incident after one made the other miss an exit in rush-hour traffic. One of them ended up shot to death, leaving behind a disabled son, and the other ended up missing a leg and possibly going to prison, leaving her yet unborn child and other kids to be raised by their father. After we remembered that nonsense, we calmed down but we were still going at each other.
"Thanks, Raheem," Hope said seductively, poking out her ta-tas in her red tank top. "You're looking good yourself."
I rolled my eyes as I attempted to yank Hope's big-ass duffel bag out the backseat. "He would look ten times better helping us with these damn bags," I stated sarcastically.
Raheem pretended like he did not even hear me. Lazy ass!
Licking his lips at Hope, who had stopped helping me also, he asked, "So which one are you? Aren't you Faith?"
Hope sucked her lips and blew out a puff of air. "Damn, you can't tell us apart yet? I'm the fly-ass one," she responded.
"Yeah, she has flies all up in her ass," I said. I slapped Hope on the back of her head.
"We can't leave this truck double-parked here the entire day. Look at all these peeps trying to move into the dorm. You can flirt with Mr. Chivalry later. He can take you out and watch you open up the doors and pull out chairs for him."
"Cute, Faith," Raheem said. "Now I can tell which is which. You're always so bitter."
"I'm not bitter. I simply fail to see the point of wasting conversation on little boys."
"I'm nobody's boy!"
"Well, you sure aren't anybody's man. Last time I checked, a real man would not stand there and watch two women drag a bunch of luggage into a building."
Now you would think that my pointing that out to old boy would have persuaded him to help. Instead, he hauled ass.
"I've gotta jet." Raheem started backing away from us. "I have a football team meeting in a few."
I stood there and watched Hope staring him down as he walked away, like he was a piece of black licorice.
"He is too fine," she said.
"And he's a piece of shit," I added. "Why do you insist on fooling around with subhumans? He probably has a tiny wing-wing, too."
Hope glared at me. "First of all, I have never fucked Raheem."
"But you're thinking about it. You can't fool me; I'm your damn twin and I know how you think and how you look when you're ready to give up some pussy out both sides of your drawers."
"Humph, well, that's my business. And, besides, I heard he has an anaconda in his shorts."
"I bet that rumor came straight from his lips."
"I'll stop hating if you start helping me with this stuff. Three-fourths of it is yours anyway. We could have shared some clothes, if you wanted to mix things up. You're such a label whore. None of these designers are giving you royalties for pimping their shit. This doesn't make any sense. It's not like we left the United States. We only left Atlanta and we're going home for Thanksgiving."
"Blah, blah, blah," Hope said, pushing my buttons. She knew I hated it when people started all that "blah, blah, blah" shit.
Some other males started walking in our direction. Hope began playing with her hair and poking her tits out again. That did it for me. I slammed the cargo door of the Hummer shut and stomped off.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she called after me.
"I'll be in the room."
"What about all this stuff?"
"Get your approaching dick action to bring it up. I'm going to take a nap."
"Faith, that's fucked up."
I laughed but refused to turn around and look at her. I gave her the finger. "Life is fucked up."
I decided to let Hope be the prey for the land sharks heading her way. She was totally in her element.
Faith was amusing. She always tried to portray some holier-than-thou, good girl role in front of the other students at school. Yet, she was the one who had insisted that we join Alpha Phi Fuckem our sophomore year. Now that we were seniors, she was on an emotional roller coaster. I think she was concerned about where we would both end up after college. Our entire lives, since the womb, we had been inseparable, but things were likely to change. We had not majored in the same thing so there was zero chance of us working for the same corporation upon graduation. I majored in journalism, because I had always been nosey as all get out, and Faith's major was chemical engineering. She was eyeing a great entry-level position at DuPont in Belle, West Virginia, but I could not envision it. The thought of my twin in West Virginia was mind-boggling. No way were those hillbillies prepared for her ass.
While we were younger, maybe as long ago as when we were seven or eight years old, I discovered that Faith had two sides to her. She would act a certain way to please our parents, devout Christians who got married right out of high school and probably had never fucked anyone other than each other their entire lives. Faith would do everything right, kiss up to them, and do whatever they saidÉ while they were watching. Behind their backs, she was hell on wheels. She would do her dirt, blame it on me, and then threaten me with physical violence if I refused to be "the bad seed."
By the time we were thirteen, Faith was ready to fuck little boys to death. She didn't though, but only because they couldn't get their dicks in her. When we got a little older, I was reading this article about women who have sexual issues and I believe that Faith had some sort of psychological block that prevented it. Ironically, I "technically" lost my virginity two months before she did. The crazy part is that I had no intention of even having sex. I can't claim that is was a "he slipped and fell in" moment because it took some effort for him to burst my cherry. What I mean is that the guy that I gave my most precious jewel to was not even on my radar a few hours before it happened.
It was Homecoming Weekend at our high school, B.E. Mays, and this boy named Jacob was visiting his cousin Thomas from Alabama. Since Atlanta is not that far from Alabama, I had heard all kinds of rumors about "Alabama Black Snake." In fact, Faith and I were so gullible back then that we both actually believed that there was something special, damn near extraterrestrial, about black men and their dicks that lived in Alabama. We were not alone either. When Jacob showed up at one of the house parties, girls were drooling all over themselves to get at his fine ass. I was still kind of shy so I was in the corner, hoping someone would ask me to dance. My favorite cut was on: "Hot in Herre" by Nelly. It was damn sure hot up in that bitch, too. Peeps were pushed up on each other from wall to wall.
Faith was smack dab in the middle of the floor, grinding on Marcus, one of the fools who had been trying to ram his dick in her for ages. I was moving my hips slightly from side to side and then I saw Jacob walking toward me. I almost creamed in my panties. He had this swagger about him and he had the legendary "black snake" between his Alabama legs.
"What's up, sweetness?" he asked in a country-bumpkin tone.
I almost cringed but smiled instead. His teeth were crooked. His case of "gaposis" was messing up his fineness a little and sounding like Elmer Fudd did not enhance him either. But he still looked good, standing there in some jean shorts, a red T-shirt that said "All my nuts are creamy" and some Air Force Ones. He had a close crop, he was dark-skinned and had these huge, intriguing, nearly black eyes.
"Just chillin'," I replied, looking from left to right, trying to avoid eye contact. I hated it when boys stared at me. Now that I am older, I find it sexy, but not back then. I always felt like they were trying to spot my imperfections. "Listening to the music."
"You wanna dance?"
Before I could respond, he was yanking me toward the middle of the floor, next to Marcus and Faith. He started grinding up against me and I was confused. I didn't feel anything. Where was the damn snake?
He glanced at Faith. "Dang, I thought I was seein' double at first."
That was a stupid-ass statement. He was seeing double. I decided to enlighten him. "We look exactly alike, so you are seeing double."
"Daggone it. You'se right."
Faith started grinning at me and poking me in the ribs. I knew what she was doing. I was always kind of frigid when it came to dancing, even if I loved the music. Faith had video whore written all over her. She was damn near a contortionist on the dance floor and the guys could not get enough of watching her put in work.
We danced for another good hour and I was getting heated, from Jacob rubbing all over my ass. When "U Got It Bad" by Usher was on, I thought he was trying to crack my back. That was when I finally felt something: the snake.
Faith announced that she was leaving with Marcus, and thus, leaving me stuck. I am not going to lie. We had plenty of friends at the party that could have taken me home but I wanted to see what was up with Jacob. He told me that he had a car outside.
"Cool," I said, when he asked if he could give me a ride.
"So, you g to g?"
"Huh? G to g?"
"Good to go."
I laughed because I had never heard that shit before. Jacob had a strange way of expres... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.