MYRICK
As I walked past Hardman and Leader, these two racist, ball-breaking prison guards who had given me shit in lockup, telling me when to sleep, shower and piss, I stared up into the sky, taking in the beams of sun that warmed my skin, the cool October breeze that kissed my face. I walked past the barbed-wire fence to freedom finally.
“You’ll be back,” Hardman said.
“You punks make sure you get a damn good look at my ass walking out of here, because it’s the last time you see it.”
As I eased past the gates, I turned around and shot my middle finger in the air. I proudly said, “Fuck you, motherfuckers,” and spat in their direction like I was spitting in their lily-white faces.
“See you soon, nigger,” Hardman said, as he shot me a sharp glance that had it been a shank, would have sliced my throat.
“Have fun fucking each other in the showers, faggots,” I said, waving my middle finger at them from the other side of the walls that had held me prisoner for five years. Leader and Hardman were glad to see me go, but not as much as I was glad to be out of that shithole.
“You’ll be back, boy. Your kind always comes back, and when you do, we’re gonna give you the red carpet welcome.”
“Take care of yourself, boys. Try not to miss me too much.”
Two years were enough to last my black ass a lifetime. Krista stood in front of a black Ford Tempo smiling at me. She was just as happy to see me released as I was to be getting out of there. The first thing I noticed was her breasts that were the size of round watermelons spilling out of a white tank top. The pictures she had sent me didn’t come anywhere close to doing her justice. The low-riding jeans she wore were so tight I wondered if she was getting proper circulation through that hot body of hers. Krista pulled her long ponytail that swirled with chocolate and blond highlights, around in front of her titties. Her hair hung past her waistline down to her ass damn-near. This white girl had some straight-up Rapunzel shit going on. She looked just as sexy in person. I would beat my meat twice, sometimes three times a day, thinking about her naked; fantasizing of slapping that juicy ass of hers while she gave me some of that good trailer trash pussy. Krista’s letters and pics were the only thing keeping me from going cray-cray in the pin. I adjusted my dick that was twitching into a hard-on as I walked toward her.
“Hey, baby,” she said, as she hugged me, wrapping her arms snug around my neck.
“Damn, you smell good,” I said. Krista planted a sloppy, wet French kiss on me, a kiss I had been waiting to feel for two years. I came this close to throwing her fine ass over the hood of her Tempo, running my black mamba clear up through her—in front of Hardman, Leader, and the whole damn prison.
“You ready to get out of here, baby?”
“I’ve been ready,” I said. The small bag of belongings I had was filled with shit I’d made in prison, along with the letters and half-naked pics Krista had sent to keep me company. I threw the bag in the backseat and got in. I couldn’t get my ass out of there fast enough. Krista sped off, spitting dirt and gravel in her effort. As she drove, I rolled down the window to feel the air on my face.
“How does it feel to be out of there?”
I looked at Krista and smiled, running my hand along her thigh. “Damn good. No more telling me when to eat, when to shower, when to shit. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.”
“You hungry?” she asked.
“I’m starving.”
“What are you in the mood for? Dinner is on me.”
I often thought about fried chicken, burgers and pork chops instead of the pig shit that passed for food in the pen. “Well, a day didn’t go by when I wasn’t thinking about what I wanted to eat once I got released. I want a big T-bone steak with sweet potato fries and an ice-cold beer to wash it down with.”
“That’s what’s up. You read my mind.”
“Anyone tell you that you have the prettiest smile?”
“Well, now you can see it every day.” Krista steered the car with her left hand while she reached between my legs with the right, running it up and down along the bulge in my jeans. I pinned my arms back behind the headrests of the seats and let Krista do her thing.
“Shit, somewhere,” I said.
Krista looked around and said, “I know just the place.” She veered behind a Best Buy and parked in a shady area under an oak tree. The second she killed the engine, Krista was pulling at my belt, fussing with the copper clasp of my jeans, anxious to get to my dick.
“Is it cool over here? Can’t nobody see us, right?”
“It’s cool. Just keep a lookout for anyone, baby.”
I don’t know who was more excited, me or her. When I wasn’t beating off, I let this punk name Devante slob on my dick. I ain’t gay, but shit, a mouth is a mouth. I was doing shit in the pen I never thought I would do.
Krista hooked her fingers over the edge of my drawers and pulled until she was in clear sight of her present. “Looks like Christmas came early for you this year, baby girl.” Krista tugged at my underwear until my dick popped free like a jack-in-the-box. She started to play with it, massaging me with pedicured, fire engine-red nails. She threw her pretty, glitter-pink lips around the fat, mushroom tip of my dick. It was like a surge of electricity shot through my body when I felt her mouth on my dick. I rested my head against the seat as I kept a lookout. I spotted a Best Buy employee walking out to the Dumpster with some cardboard boxes, but it was nothing to get alarmed over, yet I kept a close eye on her as Krista sucked and slobbered on my ten-inch piece. “Take that dick, bitch,” I said. Krista moaned, sucking air in through her nose as she went down on me. “Yeah, like that. Deep throat this dick.” She was just as good as Devante, better even. I placed my hand on the back of Krista’s head, easing her down on my dick as I watched the employee toss boxes in the Dumpster. I don’t know, but it kind of turned me on doing this shit outside in the open. The rush of getting caught turned me on even more. I eased down into the seat as Krista sucked me.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
The reverberation of her lips slapping against my meat echoed throughout the car. I looked at Krista, but suddenly saw Shariece’s mouth stuffed with my dick instead. I thought of her often when I didn’t have Krista’s letters and pictures to keep me company. I thought about forgiveness, that it all was a big misunderstanding and that no matter what, I had to make it up to her in some way. I had to tell Shariece that I never meant to hurt her, that I hold no animosity and will be willing to take her back despite being locked in an eight-by-ten for three years with nothing but walls to stare at. But it made me realize that Shariece was the best thing to ever happen to my sorry ass. She was the only woman to see who I really was. I had to tell her that I was sorry for any pain I caused her. I gotta make her understand.
“Damn, you weren’t lying in your letters when you said you give good head.” Girl had my dick sprung and spit-soaked. I was close to popping my nut, but I didn’t tell Krista that shit. I wanted her to taste me. She was sucking faster, never missing a beat as she wrapped her lips firmly around my dick. Her hair smelled like apples. “Come on, baby, make Daddy come.” I held her down as she throated my juice. “Take that nut. Suck me dry.” Krista drained me to completion. When she rose up off my piece, she wiped her mouth and smiled. I took my spent dick back into my drawers and jeans and zipped up.
“You like that, Myrick, baby?”
“Come here.” I pulled her close to me and gave her a kiss to show just how much I approved of her blow job work. “Where did you learn to suck dick like that?”
“My stepdad,” she said. I looked at Krista like she had said the craziest thing ever. And then she started laughing. “I’m fucking with you.”
“Damn, ma, I was about to say, that’s on a new level of fucked up.”
Krista could suck a dick, yeah, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Shariece.