New York City finally got a break from the wrath of Mother Nature. It was the springtime and the atmosphere, sunny and warm, rejuvenated life. New Yorkers took advantage of the climate by doing outdoor recreations such as bicycling, running, and photography.
At Marcus Garvey Park in East Harlem, my friend Cory and I played against each other in a fast-paced half-court game of 21. Yeah, it was an intense game! People walked by, smelling the perspiration that oozed from our muscular bodies. Acting as NBA stars, I was Kobe Bryant, and Cory was LeBron James. We put on a show for the onlookers who watched.
The game proceeded in a tie, and I had the ball in my hand. I shot a fade away jumper. Like the epic shooting scene in Matrix, everything was in slow motion. The ball soared and came down ... swish! It was nothing, but water! I made an uncontested shot from the free-throw line and won the game.
"You beat me with that lucky-ass shot." Cory said.
"You know I have moves like Kobe Bryant." I quipped.
I glanced around, and my eyes fell on a beautiful shorthaired redhead dressed in tiny denim booty shorts and a white top. Her tanned skin glowed and she was smiling warmly.
"Do you know her?" I asked Cory.
"Nope," he answered. "I thought she was one of your hoes."
We both laughed.
She walked in our direction, swaying her hips. Standing beside us, she said, "Nice game, fellers."
"Thanks," Cory and I spoke in unison. We both wondered what the deal was with this girl. Sipping my cold AQUAhydrate water, I gazed at her slim body and liked what I saw. I knew she was neither underage nor a girl who fucked many guys.
Finally, I asked her, "What's your name?"
"I'm Jaylynn," She said.
"Nice name, baby girl." I told her. "So, what's up? Do you like somebody over here? I saw you watching us!"
Jaylynn smiled in return and replied, rather briskly, "I like you."
"I like you, too. What's good?"
"Well, I'm looking for a hot black guy who knows how to handle a fiery demon like me," Jaylynn flirted. "You aren't the one, are you?"
I clutched my dick and answered, "I've never had any complaints, Snow Bunny."
"Mmm ... Swell! You can chill with me in my house if you ... want to," Jaylynn said, biting her lip.
"Sounds good, but what about my boy?" I said, gesturing at Cory.
"He can come too."
"Nah, that's alright man," Cory said, waving a hand. "I'm going to stop by my grandmother's house and relax. We'll meet up later. Go and handle your business, playboy!"
Jaylynn and I hoped in my white Lamborghini Veneno. 2Pac's classic double album, All Eyez On Me blared from my car as I sped up the street. Harlem never saw a sports car like mine before as several Harlemites paused in their tracks and took pictures of my ride with their smartphones. I knew the car also impressed Jaylynn as she bopped her head and wore a big smile on her face.
"This is an awesome car! How much you pay for this?"
"I paid over $3 million. Lamborghini only produced three of these cars and a Black man has one of them!"
"Wow, what do you do? Are you a famous rapper like Jay-Z? Do you play for the Miami Heat?"
"No, I'm not a rapper, a professional basketball player, or a drug dealer." I explained. "I made my money in the publishing world. I was the founder and CEO of Goodfellas magazine and then I sold the company for millions. Now, I'm just living my life and having fun!"
"Lucky you," Jaylynn replied. "I wish I had money like you."
"Well, if you are driven, you will live your dream." I stressed. "Look at me! I went from Harlem to Hollywood. I am the Black American Dream! Where are you from?"
"I live in Harlem." Jaylynn told me.
"Oh, you're one of those hood white girls." I joked.
"Yup," She laughed. "I live on Convent."
"Cool, I know that area. City College is around there."
"Yes, I go there." Jaylynn indicated. "I have one more year and then I'm done."
"Congrats, I wish you the best! Is it alright if I take a shower at your place?"
"Sure, I don't have any problem with that." Jaylynn continued. "There are extra washrags and towels. I love 2Pac! All Eyez On Me is a hot album! My dad brought me new Beats by Dr. Dre headphones. They are awesome!"
"Yeah, they're hot!" I agreed. "Tell me more about you, baby girl."
"Well, I'm a firecracker." Jaylynn said with a sultry smile. "At least that's what some of the guys say I've been with. I love sex. All forms of it. The harder I'm fucked, the harder I cum. I want to be taken and ... I want you to slam your cock inside me whether it is my pussy, mouth, or asshole. Make me what I am destined to be."
"Oh, yeah! What is your ultimate goal?"
"I want to be a slut, your SLUT!"
"You're crazy!" I laughed.
"Yeah, I love it when somebody calls me CRAZY and I want to go crazy on you." She quipped.
"Smart," I said.
"First, a good fuck comes in the line ... We can take care of other things later." I said nothing. Jaylynn took it as an affirmation. She moved her hand and playfully stroked the bulge in my pants. "It's wild, I can see and I like what I'm feeling right now. How bad you want my pussy?"
"I want your pussy very bad." I told her.
"I'll make sure you'll take care of it."
Then the song, "Ratha Be Ya Nigga" blared from the speakers. The beat had us grooving in the car. It was wild. At the same time we started singing the chorus, "I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A, so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day..."
.... There is more of this story ...