Chapter 4
Ahmad
The first two years at Georgetown flew by like crazy. Between workouts, practices, games and classes, I barely had enough time to shower. Playing basketball for the Hoyas was great but it was also a lot of hard work and now that I was an upper classmen, it was going to get even harder.
Corrie was growing up so fast. I felt guilty that I was missing her milestones like the loss of her first tooth and teaching her to ride a bike and tie her shoes. I didn’t go home much during the summer because I wanted to use every available second to stay on top of my game with my classes. I wanted my grades to be just as tight or tighter as my skills on the court. Failure on any level was not an option.
However, there was one milestone that I wasn’t going to miss—Corrie’s first day of school.
“Daddy!” Corrie screamed, when she saw my car pull up to the curve.
When I saw my bright-eyed little princess, standing on the sidewalk all dressed up and holding her Big Bird backpack, I could not believe how tall she had gotten since the last time I saw her. She was all legs. Her soft golden skin beamed with excitement as she anxiously waited for me to get out of the car. “Daddy, did you come to take me to school?”
“I sure did, baby,” I answered as I picked her up and gave her a bear hug.
“I’m not a baby anymore. I’m almost six,” Corrie corrected.
“You know what? You are right. My Corrie is a big girl.”
After I dropped Corrie off at school and handed her mom a few dollars for whatever, I headed back to campus. I still had to add a few more classes during tomorrow’s late registration and more importantly, I had to pick up the keys to my new apartment. Well, it was more like a room than an apartment but it was mine. No more sharing shit and no more nosey ass roommates. I’d rented the basement apartment of a row house over on Georgia Avenue. The apartments in Georgetown or anywhere close to campus were too damn expensive for a truly struggling student who worked part-time at Wal-Mart. I had to make sure that a large part of my funds went to Corrie. The Georgia Avenue area wasn’t so bad. Actually, it reminded me a lot of my Bed-Stuy neighborhood with kids playing ball in the street and tantalizing smells of great food wafting through open windows. But no matter where it was, it was mine, at least for as long as I could afford to pay the rent.
After I picked up my keys and moved a few of my things in, I planned to head back to campus to check out a party that a friend was going to at the AKA house. It was the first party of the year and from what I’d heard, it was going to be all the way live.
I usually didn’t party a lot because of the trouble some of my teammates had experienced when they allowed themselves to relax a little too much. Drinking and driving or getting involved with a girl who cried rape after realizing that the guy was not going to call the next day had ruined some of them. I refused to be caught up in bullshit. So, for the most part I chilled.
I had barely walked through doors of the sorority house when a beautiful but wild girl pulled me onto the dance floor. She danced with her round ass all up on me. I felt my shit get hard as I watched her gyrate like a voodoo priestess. After the fast song stopped playing, a slow jam began. When she started to walk away, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me.
“You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” I asked.
I’m all worked up.
“Umm…not if you don’t want me to.”
I pulled her closer and we began to move rhythmically to the sound of Keith Sweat’s voice.
“So, what’s your name?” she seductively whispered in my ear.
“Ahmad. And yours?”
“Shannon.”
Shannon was beautiful with smooth gold skin, long sandy brown hair and blue grey eyes that reminded me of Vanessa Williams. I could definitely enjoy getting to know her better. Her sexy perpetual body language told me that she felt the same.
Slow your roll, Ahmad. Stop thinking with your dick. This is how guys get caught up in some schizophrenic shit.
“You’re tall. Do you play basketball?”
“Yeah.”
I knew from her question that Shannon had to be new to the DC area because everybody around here knew that Ahmad Jacobs was the forward for the Hoyas.
“So, Ahmad, you got a girlfriend?” she asked, as she gazed in my eyes.
“Well, not really. Why?”
Shannon grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. Her movements against my crouch became more defined. Her mission was clear and I suspected that it probably wouldn’t have mattered to her whether I had a girlfriend or not.
“It’s getting a little crowded in here, Ahmad. Is there someplace we can go that’s a little more private?”
Here we go.
“We could go back to my apartment but I’m not sure if that is a good idea,” I said. I was trying hard to resist Shannon’s vibes but it had been a minute since a brother had a piece.
“Why isn’t it a good idea, Ahmad? I know you want me. I can feel it,” Shannon responded, rubbing the diamond that bulged through my Levi’s.
My apartment was private but yet not comfortable enough to bring a girl to. But if that’s where Shannon wanted to go then that’s where we’d go.
“My car is outside.”
When we arrived at my place, I apologized for the mess. There were stacks of boxes and plastic shopping bags all over the place. Shannon didn’t seem to mind the cluttered chaos at all. Actually, I’m not sure that she even noticed because the whole time I was moving things around, she never took her eyes off me. She sat down on the old rust-colored couch that I’d found on the street the same day I rented the apartment and removed her leopard-print high-heeled shoes. She leaned back and pulled her sexy feet beneath her petite frame.
“Are you going to stand over there all night or are you going to show some hospitality and come over and sit next to me?”
When I sat down next to Shannon, she immediately straddled me with her body.
“So, Ahmad, you want to kiss me?” she asked, staring down at me.
Before I could answer, Shannon leaned in and kissed me. Her full lips parted and allowed me to have total access to the warmness inside of her. My dick jumped for joy inside of my jeans at the possibility of getting a piece of Shannon’s sweet ass.
This girl is hot as hell.
Shannon stood up and began to undress in front of me. Man, I couldn’t believe that she was this bold. Most girls would wait for me to make all the moves but Shannon was bolder than I had ever seen and I liked it. Underneath the black skin-tight leggings and the short red baby doll dress was a perfectly matched red lace bra and thong. When Shannon unsnapped her bra, her big country ass titties popped out and waved to me. She closed her eyes, grabbed one of them, leaned in and ran her tongue over the nipple.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Shannon seemed intoxicated with herself.
Dayum!
This was the kind of shit I’d only seen done by those freaky ass white girls in porn flicks. My johnson was rock hard and ready for a full on shock and awe attack.
“Can I taste?”
“You sure you can handle it?”
“Ain’t much I can’t handle. Come here.”
I enjoyed sucking on those big ass jugs. Shannon moaned and purred when I stuck my finger inside of her slick kitty. I knew that I was going to enjoy fucking a girl this wild. I mean, she was buck ass wild!
“Ahmad, I want you to tear my pussy up,” she said, as I pounded the hell out of her. I always gave a girl what she wanted.
Shannon was a lot different from girls that I was used to. She growled, bucked, and talked as much shit as I did in bed. After the both of us reached euphoria and I pulled out of her, she leaned down to lick all of our juices off my shrinking dick and appeared to savor every drop.
“We taste good together,” she said, as she smiled and continued to lick her lips.
What the hell?
This blew my mind. Shannon was a fr
eak and I definitely planned to keep her number on speed dial.
Just then, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I forgot to use a rubber. My thoughts were pounding my brain like a freight train.
Goddamnit, Ahmad! What the fuck were you thinking? You know better! Girls are always trying to get with you ‘cause you play ball. You’ve already got one child because of irresponsible shit like this. What’s wrong with you? You don’t know shit about this girl.
Shannon noticed that I had become distant.
“What’s up with you?”
“Umm…nothing.”
“Yeah, there is.”
“Well, I just remembered that we forgot to use protection.”
“What? Protection? From what? Oh, so now you think I’m nasty?”
“Well, Shannon, I don’t need no more babies. I already have one. And now that you’ve mentioned it, I don’t need no other shit either.”
“Please. I’m on the pill. I ain’t got nothing ‘cause this was my first time having sex.”
I couldn’t believe that Shannon had the nerve to say that shit with a straight face.
A virgin? Yeah, right. Your freaky ass ain’t no virgin.
I’ve fucked virgins before and none of them was as wide open as this. Shannon was lying but I let it go. I really hoped she wasn’t lying about being on the pill. I don’t need any more drama.