“Stay here with me. You can spend Thanksgiving with my family.”
“No.”
“Why not? It’s only a day away. You might as well stay.”
“I don’t want to eat dinner with your family.”
“Is it because they’re black? You do understand that I’m half black, right? Do you hate me, Maverick?” Cocoa asks angrily.
“I could never hate you. I wasn’t brought up like you. As a kid, I was forbidden to socialize with other races. It’s not easy to break away from learned behavior, it was beaten into me. When I was about nine-years-old, I befriended a new boy in class, Devin, he was black. We played every day at recess. We became good friends.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath. These are the memories I would rather forget.
“One day, my father came to school for a teacher/parent conference. Not knowing the racist my father is, my teacher told him about Devin and me. She even showed him pictures of us working and playing together. She thought she was doing a good thing, showing my father what a good classmate I was being. Later that night, John forced me to kneel on rice for the whole night. The next morning, I was tied face down to my bed, naked. John held a lighter to the bottom of my feet, torturing me, nearly stripped the skin off my back with a leather belt. I cried and begged John to stop. I stayed tied to the bed for two days, with no food or water. That’s all I’m willing to say about my childhood today, don’t ask any more questions.”
Cocoa rises from her chair, walking over to me. She sits in my lap, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
Maverick and I spent the rest of the day having more pleasurable conversations, getting to know each other. We took a stroll at a park, and later we stopped at a café for hot chocolate. We finished the day off with dinner at a burger place. Now, Maverick is driving to my grandmother’s house to drop me off. Maverick deviates from the route, turning down a dark street and parking at the curb. When he slides his seat back, I know what he wants. It’s something I’m willing to give him. I take off my shoes, jeans, and panties, while Maverick frees his dick. I straddle his hips, grabbing his dick to poise it at my opening. We kiss as I slowly impale myself on his length.
Ineedthis. Having him inside me is just as vital as the nutrients I need to survive.
Maverick grasps my hips with bruising intensity, bouncing me up and down on his dick savagely. I bite down on his bottom lip hard, and then lick the sting, while my fingers curl in his hair.
“Harder, faster,” I tell him.
This boy intoxicates me.
“Maverick,” I shout, my orgasm ripping through my body.
He kisses me along my jaw as he spills his life into my womb.
“I think I love you, Cocoa,” Maverick whispers in my ear.
“I think I love you, too.”
It’s four days until Christmas and I couldn’t be happier. Maverick and I are making progress. We finally find a delicate balance, but I know one wrong move could tip the scales. Still, I wish he would take my advice and seek professional help to overcome the traumatic experiences he suffered as a child, but every time that subject comes up, Maverick immediately shuts it down. We haven’t verbally announced that we’re in a relationship, but things have definitely changed.
We’ve been on a few dates, and I’ve actually hung out with Dee and Nix as well. Maverick meets me at my locker each morning, so we can walk to first period together. He waits outside my world history class for me, and we walk to the cafeteria together. Sometimes, we sit at a table alone, other times I sit with him and his friends. He never eats lunch at the table with my friends and me. Maverick even comes over to my house sometimes, much to the excitement of my mother. Of course, I don’t spend time at his house, because of his father. History is repeating itself. My mom’s parents hated my father because he was black, and John hates me because I’m half black.
Jamal, Kate, Lucy and I are at the mall doing some last-minute Christmas shopping. Mom and Michael are finally going on a well-deserved honeymoon during the two-week holiday break starting on December twenty-fourth. Of course, my mom felt guilty about leaving me alone for Christmas when she found out I wouldn’t be going to Los Angeles like I originally planned since I’ll be spending the entire summer there before going to college.
I changed my plans because I want to spend the two-week break with Maverick. I didn’t tell my mom that. She knows I’m not a virgin, but I doubt she would want to know Maverick and I will be doing the nasty several times a day in my bed in her absence. I eased my mom’s guilt by telling her I’m not a little girl who believes in Santa Claus anymore. I assured her I’d be okay, and I understand the need for them to have some alone time.
“I bet you can’t wait for your mom and stepdad to leave so Maverick and you can bump uglies. So, tell me how good Maverick is in bed. Does he have a big penis?” asks Jamal.
“Jamal!” I say, laughing.
Subtlety isn’t his middle name, that’s for sure.
“Come on, tell me. Inquiring minds want to know.”
“You mean your inquiring mind wants to know,” I say.
Kate and Lucy are eagerly awaiting my response as well.
“Yes to both questions.”
“How does sex feel?” asks Lucy, a little embarrassed.
