Hard White. Shannon Holmes

playing peek-a-boo underneath Victoria Secret boy shorts left little to his imagination. The twinkling of her light brown eyes confirmed what time it was. She was in the mood. Pausing at the doorway she waved her long bleached blonde hair off her shoulder.

      Licking his suddenly parched lips, Melquan gazed licentious at his Puerto Rican Princess. Enticing him her flawless 36-26-38 frame had Melquan sizzling with sexual anticipation. Hot sex on the platter was sure to be on tonight’s menu.

      A devilish smile of approval spread like hot butter across Precious’ succulent lips. She loved the fact that Melquan wanted her sexually. Precious wanted him just as bad, in every way possible.

      She always wanted him as far back as she could remember. Melquan was that dude for her. Everything about him, the way he walked, talked even his clothes and his style. Melquan’s swagger made her bananas. Precious had eyes for him since she was a freshman in John Philip Sousa Junior High School. The guys in her class were too childish and immature for her.

      Melquan was a perfect fit. He walked the school hallways with his boys like he owned it. School safety officers, teachers acknowledged him, often calling to the Dean’s office to squash beefs that the adults couldn’t even handle.

      Her infatuation for Melquan grew the older she did. Precious had to love him from a distant until they crossed paths. The fateful event was the sweet sixteen birthday party of a mutual friend. That evening in Edenwald projects recreation center they were formally introduced.

      From the jump Precious claimed Melquan and he rewarded her by taking Precious’ virginity. This one fact of her existence was never lost on her. She was peeved to learn how quickly Melquan forget the whole thing as soon as the intercourse was over. It was as if she was one of many to him, but to her Melquan was the one.

      Over time, Melquan recognized Precious’true value, especially later when he entered the drug game. Melquan fooled around with other girls from the projects, and were a source of constant strife in her life. Precious understood that when your label was ‘That Nigga’ in the projects, chicks tend to flock. She was up for the challenge and was ready, willing, and able to fight for her man. There were plenty of battles because rivals for Melquan’s affection sprung up left and right. One way or another Precious seemed to always chase them off, except for India.

      Precious was known for knocking on chicks’ door and challenging them to a fight. She was a drama queen and couldn’t wait to do it India. She knew sooner or later, Melquan’s spot would be blown.

      The duo moved in silence through the darkness, feeling their way down the narrow hallway. On the left and all the way to the back was Precious’ small room. Inside the dimly lit room, Melquan was rock hard. Precious could see the imprint of his well endowed member poking through his jeans. Finally here, the moment they had both been waiting all day for. On cue, Precious dropped to her knees and assumed her role.

      “Damn mami! Ya head game’s official. Ah yeah, I can’t even lie. You da truth!”

      His whispers came harsh against Precious’ears, her mouth was full, and she didn’t bother to reply. Pleasing her man by any means necessary was the only thing on her mind. Precious was going to make it hard for Melquan to stay away from her bed for long periods of time.

      Melquan reached down and pulled Precious’ hair aside to get a better view of the fellatio being performing.

      “Ah yes,” he moaned.

      Nothing like a bad bitch that could and would give head, Melquan thought. He was relishing the biggest sexual turn-on of his life. This was just the thing Melquan needed to forget all about the problems he was having at home with his girl, India. This was a wonderful way to relieve a little stress. Leaving Precious’ warm loving tonight wasn’t an option Melquan wanted to exercise. Tomorrow would come and he would deal with India. He was quite skilled at making up excuses about his activities. Melquan used his drug operation as an excuse, or get his mother to cover for him. Either option felt real comfortable. Melquan’s eyes closed when the tip of her tongue tickled his balls.

      Chapter Two

       Everyday Struggle

      A beautiful baby blue sky ushered in the dawn of a new day. The serenity that seemed to exist in the heavens didn’t exist on God’s green earth. At least not in Edenwald projects where Melquan and Precious were deep asleep. Almost noon and they were awaken by the them loud sounds of New York City’s Housing Authority’s dump truck mixed in with workers’ voices, brooms and rakes performing the daily janitorial duties.

      Still half asleep, Melquan awoke to discover Precious sound asleep in his arms. From the feel of the sheets against his skin, Melquan could tell that he was butt-ass naked. The sticky clammy taste of his mouth let him know that he wasn’t the only one that engaged in oral sex last night. Melquan always gave as well as he got with Precious.

      Drained and in a daze, Melquan glanced at the clock on the cable box. Nine a.m., Melquan had no reason to get up and quickly fell back asleep. He lived the life of a drug dealer. His day didn’t start till late afternoon, and spilled into the wee hours of the morning.

      Melquan was aware that Precious’ grandmother was working a double shift at her job downtown, where she worked in a hotel as a maid. His girlfriend, India was already at work in the Bronx Lebanon Hospital. His burgeoning crack business was being handled capably by his man, Mike Copeland. Melquan was in no rush to leave.

      Besides all of that, he wanted to go another round with the luscious body of Precious. There was no better sex than when one had to leave. That alone was worth the wait. Armed with that knowledge, Melquan smiled and drifted to sleep. He enjoyed sleeping. Melquan always said that if death was anything like sleeping, he’d love that too.

      Later in the afternoon Precious was the first to wake up. She opened her eyes and gathered her bearing. Pausing, she watched Melquan sleeping for a minute. His muscular chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled. All the while Precious enjoyed the ride, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, staring deeply into Melquan’s face and fantasizing.

      Melquan awoke. Precious was staring at him, her eyes stained red. He recognized the look and it scared him. Melquan had seen it all too often. It was the look of love.

      “Good Morning Mel,” she said.

      Her lips hugged the words seductively. Melquan glanced back over at the clock on the cable box. It was two-thirty p.m.

      “You mean good afternoon, don’t you?” he remarked. “Damn, I didn’t know it was that late. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. Musta been real tired.”

      “Hmm, hmm, you must’ve been,” Precious said. “Plus I did put it on your ass last night.”

      “Oh yeah…? Well, I don’t remember that too well. You can show me better than you can tell me.”

      A devilish smirk immediately spread across Precious’ pretty face. She glimpsed down at Melquan’s manhood showing clear through the white sheet. Precious grabbed as much of it as her hands could hold. She squeezed it so hard that Melquan’s dick suddenly rose from overnight slumber and stood at attention. Repositioning her body, Precious began to slither down to Melquan’s lower body, pausing when she reached the region around his groin.

      “Is this what you want?” She asked.

      Her tongue flickering at the tip of his exposed dick. It was hard with the head pointing directly at the ceiling.

      “Umm honey… Do you, ma.”

      Slurps and moans from sexual ecstasy flooded the room. Melquan looked down at Precious’ angelic like face while her tongue twirled around the glistening head of his erection. His eyes were soon closed. Unable to take anymore stimulation, he prayed not to cum too soon. His head rolled back and his body became lost in the moment. Precious’tongue coiled around his dick and Melquan moaned from the pleasure. She was on top of her