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“Life’s good,” she said, “I see you’ve realy spruced up this place. It looks good Makai.”

“I told you to cal me Kai.” I grinned. I poured the wine into the glasses I had on the coffee table, just in case she decided to step in.

Ramae smiled at me. “Sorry, I meant to say Kai.”

She took a seat on the opposite couch. I had to admit she looked good. She must’ve kept up her workout, and her skin was glowing. After al the drama that had happened, I stil had a soft spot for her.

“How’s the married life?” I let out a laugh. Ramae shot daggers at me.

“How’s parenthood?”

“I asked first,” I missed her smart mouth, “let’s not be that way.”

Ramae starred at me then stood on her feet. I hoped that she would straddle my lap, but instead she walked to the door. I could tel she felt uncomfortable around me.

“We can’t talk?” I said.

“We can talk Kai, but not about that?”

“Then about what?” I opened my arms to her. “C’mon give me a hug and sit down.”

Ramae let out a sigh and grinned. She turned back around and walked over to the couch, taking her place next to me. My palms were starting to sweat, but I remained cool. I wasn’t about to cross that line.

“I don’t think Jay and I are getting back together.” She looked away as she spoke.

“I’m sorry to hear that Mae, I realy am.”

“It’s okay, I did it to myself.”

“That is true,” I said. She squinted her eyes at me and I had to laugh. “I’m just saying we both know that we played our part, we both made mistakes.”

“So I was a mistake?”

“You know what I mean.”

There was an odd moment of silence. We both looked around at the new furniture. Ramae suddenly jumped to her feet and snatched her pocketbook. She marched to the door leaving me clueless.

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong.” She said and pointed to a box in the corner of the room. It was the baby’s crib.

“So you’re made about that?”

“Yes,” she said, “I can’t believe you’re having that baby.”

“You had your kids right?” That didn’t make it any better.

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Mae, I didn’t know you weren’t getting back with Jay. Plus Jason and I are cool again. I mean, we don’t hangout, but we’re good.”

“I know, I don’t even know why I’m so bothered by it. I guess it brought back memories.”

I had to agree, the whole thing was kind of odd. Tiffany would be on her way home at any moment, and I couldn’t be caught with Ramae in the house. I stood to my feet to walk her out.

“Al memories aren’t bad. We had some good times right?” I rubbed the back of her shoulders.

“Yes,” she ignored my touch, “But new ones are always better.”

“You’re not realy trying to make some new ones are you?” I looked into her eyes. “Don’t play with my emotions Ramae.”

“Now Makai,” she caressed the side of my face, “you know we can’t. Between Jay, Jason, and Tiffany, we have enough relationships to mend. We can’t be worried about our own.”

She was right, we had enough problems. I had a baby on the way, and she stil had to get her life back. But Tiffany wasn’t keeping my attention anymore. She had turned into a nag, more of a nag than Ramae ever was. I guess my thing for older women never went away. I looked at her breast. They looked just as ful as Tiffany’s, only Tiffany’s had started filing with milk.

“I miss you” I said.

“Boy stop, you are a whole mess you know that? I bet you missed Tiffany too when we were together.”

“What? I’m not lying, you know I do. I wouldn’t even be with her if she wasn’t pregnant.”

“Wel either way you’re with her.”

“It don’t take nothing for that to change.”

“You realy don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself huh?” Ramae shook her head.

“I learned from the best.” I looked at her dead on. There was no way the pot was about to cal the kettle black.

“Wel I don’t need no more changes, bye Makai.”

Just as she was about to open the door I puled her in for a kiss. Her lips felt good. My dick was rising and I knew she could feel it against her. I pressed harder making sure she knew the knot in my pants was just for her. Ramae gave in and relaxed her body. She wanted me, it was no denying it. I picked up her thick little body and wrapped her legs around me. I licked her neck just the way I knew she loved to be licked. She panted hard, like a thirsty dog. I was about to make her my bitch. I carried her back to the couch and laid her body down.

“I missed you baby, I need some bad.” She moaned.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

I puled out my pipe and dropped to my knees. Tiffany didn’t let me eat her pussy since she was pregnant, my tongue needed exercise. I took a deep whiff of her pussy by placing my nose against her tight leggings. She smeled good, just how I remembered. Ramae spread her legs wide while I tickled her pussy with my lips.

“Stop Kai,” she let out girly giggles, “that feels too good.”

“Let me make you feel even better.”

I slipped her tights off her hips and lifted her legs up. I held her waist and helped her scoot to the edge of the sofa. With her knees at her face, I spread open her pussy and used my tongue to make a long line from the bottom to the top. She moaned even more and let her juices flow like water. I went at her vagina like a Thanksgiving feast.

Then the sound of footsteps hit the porch. I dropped Ramae’s legs and jumped to my feet. She quickly slid her leggings back up, and jumped to hers too. We both scattered to find her bag.

“Oh shit, I think that’s Tiff.” I tried to keep my voice down, but I felt panicked. I wasn’t ready for this shit.

“Wel what am I supposed to do?”

“Hide”

“Hide?” Ramae shook her head and glared at me. “Do I look like I’m in high school?”

“Ramae not now,” I said and grabbed her arm. “Just for a minute, you know she wil find a way to tel Jason, do you want that?”

She grunted and stepped inside the living room closet. I closed it shut just in enough time. Tiffany walked in carrying grocery bags. I forgot that she was going to the market, which meant she had to go in the kitchen. Getting Ramae out the house would take longer than I had thought.

“Hey baby,” Tiffany dropped the bags at the door. “Can I get some help please?”

“Uh yeah, no problem.” I said and quickly walked to the door and picked up the bags.

Tiffany walked past me rubbing her stomach. She took a seat on the sofa and took her jacket off. My heart was pumping fast enough to have an attack.

“This little boy keeps kicking me, you think you can carry him for a day?”

“Picture that.” I put the bags in the kitchen.

“Do you mind putting them away?”

“No not at al.” I said. “Matter of fact, why don’t you lay down and put on a movie, I’l be right up.”

“Thanks babe.” She smiled.

My heart rate slowed down. Tiffany walked over to me and gave me a hug. She tried to give me a kiss but I turned my face, so she only touched my cheek. Tiffany puled back and screwed up her face.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

“My mouth tastes nasty as shit, weed yuck mouth.”

“Since when does that matter?”

“It doesn’t, I just know how you be acting al funny now. I never know how you might re-act, you might throw up al over me.”

“Shut up boy.” Tiffany gave me a light smack. “Give me a kiss.”

I chalked it up and kissed her on the mouth. Tiffany spread her mouth and stuck her tongue inside of mine. After a quick kiss, she puled back and screwed up her face again.

“You’re right babe, go brush your teeth.” She let out a laugh and went up the steps.

As soon as she made it up the steps I ran to the closet to let Ramae out. She was crouched down under some jackets, looking pissed. I gave her a hand and puled her to her feet.

“My bad, c’mon hurry up.”

Ramae raced to the door. I opened the door as quietly as possible. She stepped onto the porch and turned to face me. I clinched my jaw and prepared for a smack.

“We might have to try that again.” Ramae blew me a kiss and ran out the steps. That woman was crazy.

COMING AUGUST 2012

UPTOWN’S

PRINCESS

ALSO COMING

TEACHER’S PET

FALLEN AGAIN

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“
I
run my city from South Philly back to UPTOWN!”

The boisterous crowd sang the words to the new Meek Mil hit in, making sure to shout out the words
UPTOWN
extra loud.

The new Meek Mil song “I’m a Boss”, was slowly becoming a city anthem with those very words. Any Philadelphian, no matter what city they were in, was proud to sing the words
“South Philly back to Uptown”
, and let everyone see their city pride and that they were a
boss
!

The drunken crowd danced and bopped around to the song as soon as the beat dropped from the speakers. Even the old heads in the bar, a local term reserved for the mature, two stepped to the music. It was a good night in the city. The August humidity had died down a bit and made it acceptable to be outside. The city was flooded with cars and teenagers who would be heading off to colege, and those who wanted to get their last chance at summer fun.

The two eighteen year olds Princess and her cousin Kia sang and danced around the bar, with drinks in their hands, as if it were legal. In celebration of their graduation from high school the two girls had been partying al summer. Stumbling around and tipping over with every step, Kia finaly took her heels off so she could feel the cool leveled floor inside the drab Stenton Avenue bar.

They were Uptown’s very own and proud of it. Everything about them screamed Uptown just as loud as the words to that summer hit. From summers at Finnely’s playground, cheerleading for the Bantams and working as shampoo girls at salons on Wadsworth Ave., to fights on Haines street, they were Uptown.

Princess paid for round after round of coconut rum and pineapple juice with her graduation money, they were celebrating their accomplishments. They had finaly finished high school and only had the future to look forward to. The two girls continued to dance around the bar song after song, smiling, joking, and flirting with everyone around them. One of the bouncers, Po, and the only reason they were able to get into the bar, had to warn them several times to calm down because they were drawing too much attention, but they didn’t care.

Kia would be leaving in two weeks and they weren’t sure when they would get an opportunity to party with each other again. She would be heading for Howard University, leaving Princess back in Phily by herself for the first time.

“That’s one right there!” Mace said in his friend’s ear while trying to speak over the music. He had been watching the two girls interact with the bar’s attendees since he stepped in the door. Their personalities appeared to be bubbly and complimented their beauty, just how he liked them.

A chubby blonde suddenly stepped into his line of sight cutting off his view of the two girls. “What you drinkin Daddy?” She asked.

He took one look at the tangled blonde weave attached to her head, her too smal stretch denim jeans did nothing for her figure and the rol of fat overlapping her waistline and said, “Nah, I’m good Ma but thanks.”

His appetite was for young and tight skin to rub against his sculpted frame for the night. The woman could do nothing more than be a quick dick suck, if his efforts with the other girls failed. He turned his attention away from the chubby blonde and continued to folow the crowd watching the two girls.

The chubby blonde, refusing to be ignored, pressed her fat fingers against the crotch of his jeans with just enough pressure to feel his penis. “Wel tel me what I can do?” she asked.

Annoyed by her forwardness, but not wanting to cause a scene, he grabbed her wrist and removed it from the area. With a glare of the eyes he warned the woman to leave him alone and refocused his attention on the young women he had been watching.

From behind her Princess heard a smooth baritone voice say into her ear, “Where y’al from?”

Princess knew she was gorgeous. It wasn’t only her sun bronzed reddish brown skin, bright smile, ful, pink lips and jet black, shoulder length, perfectly trimmed hair that caught men’s eyes. But at 5’7 she had the ful package and loved to show it off. Tonight she’d worn a tight pink spandex mini-skirt that accentuated the lean curves of her hips and thighs, and the black Cami top she wore showed off her firm eighteen year old breast to a T. So, she wasn’t at al surprised when the man in front of her took his time to admire her beauty.

She turned to see who the bold stranger was and was pleased to find a 6’, light brown skinned, clean cut, handsome man smiling at her.

The YSL t-shirt and dark denim True Religion jeans he wore were a subtle statement that he had style and he didn’t mind paying for it.

“Uptown,” she replied and smiled back.

He laughed. “Mmm, y’al sweet in Uptown, huh?”

Kia, standing behind Princess, cleared her throat loudly and said, “Not that sweet.”

The stranger gestured with his hands in front of him that he meant no harm
.
Kia starred at the man waiting for him to step off. Princess was amused at the standoff between her cousin and the handsome stranger. But before the situation could go any further she said, “That’s my cousin Kia.”

“Okay cousin Kia,” he said acknowledging her, “I’m Mace,” then turning to Princess, asked “and you are?”

“Princess”

“Princess…Uptown’s Princess huh? Wel you look more like a queen.”

Princess blushed, from the corner of her eye she could see Kia roling her eyes she ignored her cousin’s less than friendly response to Mace. He was charismatic and fly, and he had jewelry to match his stunning appeal. The earring in his ear, the bracelet on his right hand and the expensive watch on his left glistened in the dim bar lighting. She tried to read the brand of the watch but couldn’t in the hazy lighting, but she could tel it wasn’t cheap.