Deep Long Winded Kiss

[Auset]

I've been working on this treat for the fam, so here it is a short story composed from our topic of 1995 Deep long winded kiss. I hope you all enjoy!

Deep Long Winded Kiss
Copyright © 2005 Nikkea Lewis

Summer nineteen ninety five. It was a hot one. I felt the warmth of the sun as it peered through my bedroom window and blanketed my skin. The phone was ringing interrupting my slumber. It was annoying the hell out of me. Damn where was everyone? Why wasn’t anyone answering that phone? Didn’t they know I was the first day of summer break? Didn’t they know this was my excuse to sleep in the entire day? I rolled over in my bed trying to get a better position one that would allow me to sleep through the constant ringing.
It wasn’t working. The person had hung up and decided it was necessary to call back a second time. I punched my fist into the pillow. There was only one person that would do that. My mother, I had no choice but to roll on out of bed and answer the phone. If I didn’t she would continue to call and then when I answered she would have an enraged tone that I didn’t care to hear my first day out of school. “Hello?” I spoke into the gray colored portable phone. It was the same one I had seen while watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. That fact always made me feel good when I answered the receiver.
“What you doing sleeping this late? Did you take your sister to camp? Have you taken a shower yet?” my mother continued to invade my eardrums with her constant borage of questions. I tried to answer them as she threw them at me one after another. I wasn’t prepared for all of this. Didn’t she understand my plight? I was only looking forward to enjoying my summer my last summer before entering high school at that. All of the questions she was posing to me had not even entered my train of thought.
“It’s the summer ma; I haven’t had the chance to even wake up good yet.” I responded wiping sleep out of my eye. I was planning on going right back to sleep when I got off the phone with her. She might as well have called it a day. I wasn’t content on her words. Not the least bit. I let out a settle moan when I realized just how early it was. Ten o’clock. In summer hours that was like four in the morning. She might as well have a roster wake me up at the crack of dawn. I decided to pace around the house.
“And what about your sister, did you take her to camp yet?”
“No I thought the house was empty the way the phone was ringing. I didn’t know that she was even here.”
“Well check and make sure she didn’t try to walk down the street herself. You know the girl think she grown.”
“She is eight years old it’s not like she’s that little.” I tried to break it down to my mother. Me being fourteen I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I had been roaming around the neighborhood by myself when I was eight. But this was the baby of the family, momma’s baby at that. I should have known better than to think that that one was going to fly off.
“Girl don’t you even think you too grown to be talking to me with all that sass in your voice. I didn’t ask you to tell me how long it’s been since I birthed that child. I asked you a simple question. Don’t make me have to make your summer one that you will be spending in the house because I don’t have any hesitation in doing so.”
I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was more than serious. If I played the wrong hand then It would be the worst summer that I’ve ever have. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” I tried to make it up.
“Umm hmm, just go around the house and check on your sister.” I hurried back to the bedroom I shared with my younger sister. I hadn’t paid attention to whether she was home or not earlier because I just wanted to stop the incessant ringing.
Sure enough there was a lump in her twin size bed which could not be mistaken for anything other than a human body. I kicked her with my bare foot to see if she would move. She did slightly and then waved her arm off for me to go on about my business.
“She’s here,” I said dryly.
“Well don’t let her sleep all day and make sure she gets to and from camp alright.”
“Yes,” What more can I say, she had put me in check. She was living proof that no matter how old you think you are you are not too grown to back talk your momma. I of course continued to push my limits like I didn’t know.
“And before you think about leaving the house you make sure you clean the kitchen, and I don’t men just do the dishes I mean sweep the floor, clean the cabinets, wipe the counters off, and clean the refrigerator. And don’t you leave no dishes in that rack either you better dry them off and put them up.”
I wanted to scream damn! But I knew she’d fly home from around the corner where she worked to lay a hand on my behind if I did. But I mean really, it was my summer vacation. She just had given me two hours worth of work to do. “Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and I slammed the cordless down on my bed. I walked over to my sister’s bed and began to shake her continuously until she woke up.
“Get up man; mom said we gotta clean the kitchen.” I lied.
“No she didn’t,” she groaned. She being the baby hardly ever had to do so much as pick up her toys off the floor.
“Yes she did, now get up and come help me or I’m not taking you to camp.” I turned out of the room trying to bring an authenticity to my plea. I heard my sister grumble again and then punch and kick her mattress before she finally got up. I smiled, it worked. My sister wasn’t often easily tricked into helping me out with my chores so I had to milk it for all that it was worth. I traveled down the steps of our two story home on my way to the kitchen.
It was a Monday. The suns brilliance made air condition a must. My mother would have fussed if she found out I put the air on so I opted to bring up the osculating fan instead from the basement. The basement was a dark place that my mother tried to fix up to make it seem welcoming. There was a television, area rug, and even a living room set. But no one spent as much time down there as she wished we would. The fan was all the way in the back, I blew out air in a huge huff at the thought of having to drag that thing up those raggedy stairs.
After finally trudging it up the wooden stairs of the basement and plugging it in near the back door which I opened to increase the flow of air. My sister was at this point walking down the steps half sleep with her pajamas still on. “What I’m ‘spose to do?” she asked.
“Sweep the floor, here,” I shoved the yellow broom in her direction. The broom was almost taller than her. She became aggravated as she snatched the broom out of my hand and began to sweep the dirt in my direction.
I paid her no attention as I started running the hot water and stopped up the sink. I loved to wash dishes in hot water. I wanted it almost scalding because that way I knew the dishes were guaranteed to be clean. I should have cleaned these dishes up the night before but I had complained to my mother and requested to wash them when I woke up knowing school was out. I set my self up. My mother had put her foot in the Sunday dinner which explained the residue of macaroni and cheese, collard greens and barbeque sauce left on the dishes. By this time everything was hard and would be near impossible to get off unless I soaked it. So that’s exactly what I did. I neatly put all of the dishes in the steaming hot water and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
“Where you going?” My sister asked. She had moved the chairs from the kitchen table so that she could reach the broom under the table.
“To mind my business,” I began.
“That aint fair you aint even wash the dishes!”
“They’ve got to soak! Dang!” I responded with a sly smile. She didn’t by my crap but I continued to go back up to my room like I didn’t hear her.
The phone started to ring and I ran up the stairs to retrieve it. I turned on my small black boom box so I could hear Hot 97. A Mary J. Blidge song was playing, she was my idol. “Hello?”
“What’s up you up yet?” it was my home girl Tisha. She lived around the corner from me. We had spent every year since fifth grade at the free camp together that my sister was about to attend. This year we technically still where old enough to go but Tisha and I had vowed to spend that summer out of camp. Now we had our fun at the park which housed a picnic table and art trailer which the city called a camp but in he same token we were about to go to high school and we needed to do other things.
“Yeah I’m up, my mother got me cleaning the whole darn house before I go anywhere.”
“Word so how long is that going to be?” Tisha said thinking it was going to take all day. Her mom didn’t ask her to do much besides clean her room so I knew she couldn’t really relate to my dilemma.
“I don’t know not too long. It’s only really the kitchen plus I got my sister to help me with it the most.” Tupac was now playing and it was my song I get around. I started to dance around my room with the phone still in my hand. I often acted as though I was on Soul Train while alone in my room.
“Aight cause today we are going to the Port so put some sneakers on, I know how you like to wear all them dress shoes.” When she said the Port my heart beat faster. I had to do more than just throw on an outfit that would look good with sneakers. And Tisha knew I only owned one pair of sneakers. She had a closet full so it was easy for her. And then there was my hair, if we were going to cross the town border of Stratford and cross over to the city border of Bridgeport I wanted to be the flyest thing doing so.
“I’ll make it work but I’ve got to take my sister to camp first.”
“That’s cool I’ll meet you there just call me before you leave.” Tisha said before saying her goodbyes.
I put the phone down and cut the radio off. I made a dash to the kitchen in a rush to scrub the dishes clean and get that out of the way. My sister was putting up the broom and about to go upstairs. “Get dressed so I can take you to camp.” I yelled in her direction. She excitedly jolted up the stairs to heed to my command.
I breezed through those dishes like they had soaked all night long. I finished off everything else my mother might have thought of when my sister came back down the stairs showered and dressed. “You going somewhere?”
“Yes I’m going to Tisha’s house,” I said nonchalantly lying.
“Well what am I supposed to do about lunch, are you coming to get me for lunch?” Her question was realistic. Because every other year I had been there to walk her home and make her something to eat.
I knew I was not going to be anywhere near in reality to bring her home to fix her something to eat. If I was really going to Tisha’s house that would be one thing, but I knew I wasn’t. “Well I’m going to make you something to eat now, bring your book bag and I’ll tell the counselors to watch it in the trailer so no one tries to steal it.”
“Why can’t you just come and get me? Tisha’s house is even closer to home I know her mom has something I can eat there.”
“Because, I may not be at Tisha’s house all day, we may go to another friend’s house. So hush up and I’ll make you some sandwiches and juice.”
“You better be back in time to bring me home. I don’t want to be there all day.”
“Listen little girl, you will be alright.”
I didn’t wait for her reply, I walked past her and got washed and dressed my self. My hair was the task. I hadn’t had a relaxer in about three weeks and my roots where showing it. I went with my trademark flat ironed bang and neat ponytail to the bag. I took my mothers shears and slowly snipped away at my bangs to make them look so straight they were almost oriental. I pressed some Dudley’s crème press in my hair to give it a brilliant shine after I flat ironed it.
I smiled at my reflection. I was cute, no I was fly. Fly enough to catch the eye of a handsome suitor. I ruffled my ponytail to make it seem like it was longer than what it truly was.
When my sister saw me in my tight VIM jeans and green zipper tank top that matched my Adidas she knew instantly that I wasn’t going to Tisha’s house. “I’m telling momma, unless you make me two more sandwiches.”
“Who are you trying to extort?”
“I’m not trying to ex…ex…exort anyone, I’m bribing you though.” I laughed at her, she was too cute.
“Extort means something like black mail which is what you are trying to do to me. It means you have information on me and I have to do something for you for you to keep quiet. And I would have to bribe you, if you were bribing me you would be offering me something to keep quiet about something about you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah and you aint getting no extra sandwich so put your lunch in your bag and call it a day.”
“Man, I don’t never get nothin’!”
“It’s I don’t ever get anything. You said a double negative that turns your sentence into a positive.”
She smacked her lips, “I don’t know what a double negative is but I know you know what I meant to say.”
“Well that doesn’t give you an excuse to talk like that because I know what you mean. If you can’t say it properly you should find another sentence to use.” She wasn’t paying attention to me. I knew it. But it didn’t stop me from explaining my point of view.
By the time we left the house there was a small breeze blowing. I was relieved because the sun was brutal. I had on a pair of what I called my Mary J. shades. They were an opaque black and they completed my outfit. We walked up the street making up songs as we went. This was something my sister and I often did while I washed the dishes. We were on the Apollo stage in our minds and the Sand Man was no where in sight.
The park at Honeyspot School where the free camp was held was full of kids. I recognized a lot of them. The free camp was a way of making sure that kids like us whom parents couldn’t afford to get them in an actual camp that didn’t have volunteers for counselors, one where the kids didn’t have to wait to use the bathroom for when the janitor opened up the school doors. One where we didn’t have to pay ten cents for lanyard or a nickel for some popsicle sticks to make houses and such. The free camp may not have been much to other people but for kids like me whom couldn’t afford more it was everything.
Only this year because I had outgrown the camp it was time for my sister to enjoy and rule the camp like me and my clique had done the years before. I saw Tisha jogging in our direction. By this time I had already arranged to have my sister’s lunch book bag be housed and guarded in the trailer. I knew a lot of these knuckle head kids would have a ball with my sister’s food if it wasn’t guarded properly.
I waved goodbye to my sister and walked towards Tisha. She was decked out in a pair of guess jean pants and a Penny Hardaway jersey with matching sneakers. She had a ponytail in her hair as well. It was tilted slightly to the left but it always worked for Tisha. She was always to pick up any guy she wanted in that same half done ponytail so she never tried to changing it.
“Look at you, you gonna turn some heads at the center.” She smiled.
“What center?” I asked because there was a center not to far from us in Stratford that we often frequented. There was a camp there as well but that camp wasn’t free.
“The Dunbar Center of course, their about to start their summer league and it’s going to be packed full of cats. Let’s roll.”
“Hold up which way are we going?” There were two ways to get to Bridgeport from where we were, straight down Stratford Ave or take Lordship Blvd to Hollister. The latter part was not something that I had no intentions of doing being as my mother worked off that very street.
“I already know you situation we are taking Stratford Ave even though that’s the long way.”
“Whatever, I don’t need my mother snatching me up. You know she won’t mind embarrassing me in front of a crowd so call it what you want.”
She laughed my situation off as we headed towards the Ave. We talked about everything and everyone as we normally did when we got together. It made the half hour it took us to walk to the center go by faster. Before we both knew it we were standing in front of the grey brick building at the corner of Stratford and Central Ave.
A tall slim boy walked over to us and smiled at me and spoke to Tisha, “Hey T, what’s going on? Who’s your friend?”

[Auset]

Damn my mother and her constant opposition to me hanging out with Tisha and our other friends like everyone else. He would already know my name if I had my way. He was the type of fine that I saw on television. He was the type of fine that I cut out in my Word Up and Right On magazine.
“Hey Edwin this is my girl Nikki I was telling you about.” I could have killed that girl. She knew all along we were coming to meet him. She had set me up like I so often asked her not to do. The previous year she had set me up with this guy from the same neighborhood named Mario that was cool but crazy. Mario was short and chocolate brown but was trying to get with me and another girl that ran with us by the name of La Shell. I despised him for trying to turn us against each other for the lust of him. I was only thirteen then but I knew what I didn’t want in a man already.
Now I was standing on the corner of two of the most popular streets in the city with not the faintest clue that I was being set up. He smiled and replied, “Oh, I’ve heard so much about you.”
“I wish I could say the same,” was my honest reply. She had done it to me again. Tisha knew I wouldn’t be able to pass up this almond skinned beauty in front of me. What in the hell was she thinking? We talked about everything on our way she couldn’t have slid in the minor detail of the real reason for our venture to the center? But who was I kidding? She knew me and she knew that if she would have hinted the truth I would have turned around and high tailed it back across the border.
“Martin started practice already?” Tisha said to Edwin obviously because I wouldn’t have had the faintest idea.
“Yeah,” he smiled showing a dimple. His hair would have stood high in a Bobby Brown type high top if he didn’t have those four cornrows in his hair which hung loosely.
Just like that, with a wink and a smile Tisha was off into the intimate part of the center leaving me standing alone with Edwin. Damn her.
“So what’s up?” Edwin asked. I hated that saying times like these. He was putting the ball in my court and I didn’t even know how to dribble.
“Nothing much, what’s good with you?” I had to throw the ball back at him like checking the ball in the beginning of a game.
“I like that,” He laughed me off.
“What did I do?”
“You threw it back at me, all you had to say was can you start the conversation because I don’t know what to say.”
“It isn’t like that I just wanted to know,” I lied.
“Well take a walk with me and we can get to know each other better.” And that we did. I learned about his household and he learned about mine. I learned that he was a basketball player and his cousin Martin who was also Tisha’s boyfriend had mentioned to him that Tisha had a girl that they thought would be perfect for him.
“Don’t you hate that?” I said.
“What?”
“I mean I don’t have anything against you or anything but it’s like damn, you don’t think it would have been more natural if we just met and started to talk. Why do people always feel the need to try to hook somebody up?”
“I feel you I guess it’s one of those rules of the hood. When a guy gets with a good girl he wants to hook up his boys up with her friends. It’s just the way it is.”
“So why are you single? I mean why do you even need hooking up?”
“I guess I could ask you the same thing.”
“You are right, well for me I just don’t get out that much. I’ve got one of those religious parents. We are in church more than we are out. And she’s a little protective so I just don’t get to meet a lot of guys. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been stepped to but just not by anyone that interest me.”
“Like who?”
“Like church guys. Now they are cool and all but they have a certain quality about them that doesn’t attract me to them. Like this one guy that plays the drums at this church that outreaches with my church. And he’s just so corny. He wants to play games, you know the over the phone it’s all about me and you and then when we are in front of your boys it’s the; I’m not that into you game. I don’t have time for all that.”
“Really, I mean I feel you but you talking like a grown woman. Talking about what you don’t have time for so what do you have time for?”
“I’ve got time for someone that wants to be into me. And time for my work. See I write poetry so I’d rather waste my time doing that than playing around with someone who’s scared to keep it real.”
“So basically keep it real with me I’ll keep it real with you?” he said in a voice mimicking Method Man in “You’re all I need”.
“Exactly,” We were now in front of a green three story duplex on Hollister Ave. He stopped walking and I looked at the house and then at him jiggling keys in his pocket.
“I’m not going to try anything, promise, just thought we could watch some TV. and get out of this heat. Are you down?”
I shrugged my shoulders, not really ready to say yes, knowing that I should have said no and took my behind back around the corner. I wasn’t the fast hot in the ass girl like some other people I knew. I knew I didn’t have any business about to go in the house with this boy that I barely knew. But he was fine. And he was interested in me. He wasn’t corny; he hadn’t fronted on me in front of the center. He had walked with me hand and hand like we a couple for everyone to see. What could it hurt to go inside? I didn’t have to do anything. I had control over my virginity, right?
He opened the door and the house was nothing like mine. It was very different in contrast. It was darker, looked more lived in. My mother didn’t allow us to stay in her living room for more than a minute. But his living room looked like they lived in it. There were video games sprawled around a Nintendo set that was on the floor. I could clearly see the kitchen through a opening in the wall in the living room and the dishes looked like they were a constant fixture, like they had been sitting there for days collecting dust. The house didn’t look for the most part filthy just lived in.
He led me to the couch where he turned on the television and an episode of Jerry Springer was on. Back then a fight would break out and wouldn’t be broken up until minutes later amongst the guest. He sat next to me, I felt awkward. I had never been in anyone’s house when no one was home.
There was of course that time when a guy from my church had brought an adult film to my house to watch with his cousin. They thought they were going to get some but they got none, I thought we were going to watch a movie and didn’t buy it when the guy claimed he didn’t know it was a porno.
Then there was Tavares in fifth grade when we first moved on to Shanley Street but he didn’t count at all. Not the least bit because we really didn’t do anything. But this was something different. This fine thing was lightly running his hand across my forearm. He mad the tiny invisible hairs on my arm raise. I was feeling something bubbling in me that I had never been accustomed too.
“You know you are pretty Nikki?” I didn’t need him paying me compliments, not now.
“Thank you.”
“Why you so tense, loosen up baby girl. I like you and from now on I’m your man. That means if any of them corny ass church dudes come at you trying to holla you tell them you are spoken for you hear me?”
“Yes,” he was making me blush everywhere. I hadn’t felt like that with anyone before. I never had someone center their attention on me like that and it was feeling too good.
“Come here,” he tilted my face in his direction, his breath made my skin tingle with minted sensation as I felt him close in on my lips. I prayed that Colgate paste I used earlier that morning was still working it’s miracle on me. Because had I knew I would be this close to him I would have had some gum, a tic tac something to make sure that my breath was as fresh as his.
He kissed me lightly at first then released me all at once. I felt embarrassed; he pulled me up from the couch and walked me to the kitchen. While his back was turned I blew my breath in my hand and cupped it towards my nose. It smelled fine to me but it must not have been all of that if he hadn’t even completed the kiss.
Jerry Springer shouted from the living room as he pulled me up on the kitchen counter. Lord what was he about to do? He walked over to the refrigerator and cracked an ice tray and released a single piece of ice from the tray. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“About to loosen you up and let you know how much I want you to be mine,”
Mmnh mmnh mmnh, he put that ice cube in his mouth and traced it along my neckline. It tickled as the solid turned instantly to liquid. I let out childish giggles until he muffled them by shoving the ice cube into my mouth once it was down to the size that he wanted it and proceeded to kiss me with it connecting the empty space in both of our mouths.
That smooth summer deep long winded kiss held my attention for years. I had never been kissed like that before or after. He took his time with it, circling his tongue around the ice until the water was melted and all that was left was me to devour. I felt his hand going around to my back, searching for a bra to pop.
He did that with success and in an instant had lifted my shirt to expose an aroused breast. I didn’t even know my breast could do that. Not at that age. I was careful not to let other boys near there. I wasn’t used to feeling good. I was so caught up in that I didn’t notice how close he was to my midsection until I felt the button on my jeans pop.
I stopped him, started flaring my hands frantically, “I’m a virgin Edwin and I don’t know you that well, I can’t do this.”
“It’s cool, I’m not trying to take that from you baby girl, I just want you to feel something special that’s all.”
I looked at him puzzled, it sure looked like he wanted my hidden treasures, my damp panties said so. I wasn’t no fool, it started with him saying he understood and then ended with him wanting to just put the head in which would result in him easing the whole thing on in there.
“Trust me,” was that something I could do? Trust him? I had just met him.
“I….”
“Baby girl I said I’m not trying to take your virginity away from you, I just want to leave you with something. That’s all I promise.”
“Okay,” was all I needed to say before he scooped me up and led me into what I guessed was his bedroom. What followed was something had I been in my right mind I would have protested to such a thing.
Surprisingly he kept his promise to me. He didn’t pressure me to have sex, instead he traced his cold tongue across my love button consistently until it felt like it would burst. Now this was the part that had confused me. Because I had been taught in sex education that this act was called oral sex but if this was sex and he had not actually entered me was I still a virgin? I didn’t know the answer and was too embarrassed to bring it up so I continued to lay back and enjoy it not knowing if he had indirectly taken my virginity without my permission or not. What I could do however was enjoy the deep long winded kiss.
I had no business being there. No business at all, but I didn’t leave anytime soon. Not until Tisha knocked on the door with Martin and said she was ready to go back home.
“So what did ya’ll do?”
“Nothing,” I responded to her. I wanted to keep that feeling safely to myself. I wasn’t ready to share it with a soul. He made me smile all over and I was trembling again like had earlier with his head using my thighs as pillows.
1995 was going to be a good summer…

[Justin]

I've read half of it Auset, so far so good. I'll have to finish the rest tomorrow.

[Msmoore]

Honey, youkept my eyes glued to the screen and even helped me ignore an annoying ass coworker who just won't shut the f%$k up!!!!!!!!!
I love this nice short story and boy oh boy the visuals were there, especially since my mom lived on hollister for about three years!!!
Loced it!!

[Auset]

Thanks!! I guess I need to put up a post to let everyone know it's here because it looks like another book title. Thank you for reading, hollister yeah yeah! Whooo the memories!

[Justin]

Finally, I finished it. It was refreshing and I agree along with Msmoore, the visuals were there. I saw everything just as I were watching it on tv...nice.

[Auset]

Oh thank you Justin, trying to get us to start getting the writers to do more short stories as well. It's one step closer to a book!

[Simply_Uneque]

DAMN!!!!

That was too short for me. Very good as always!!!!

[Auset]

Sorry SU it was just a lil short story, I'm glad you like it though! waiting on your next erotica?!!!!

[Justin]

Say Aus, how did you get the copyright symbol on the post?

[Auset]

copy and paste! My favorite thing in the whole wide world!

[Lady]

So when do we get the next version? I liked this. Maybe one day I'll have the time to put the first chapter of the little book I'm working on on here so ya'll can read it and tell me what you think. I just don't have the time like I want but Aussie, girl you got it.

[Auset]

Girl I make time, straight up, I just make time to do the damn thing. But when you get a chance we are here momma.
Now the next chapter, I don't know because this was just a short story. But who knows...

[Lady]

I think you should make it happen, you can't just leave us hanging in the wind like that. What does a child know about giving oral sex, and with flavor. Summer of 95 was a good summer for her.

[Auset]

LOL a continuation hmmmm maybe I'll skip to another scene.