First Chapter of a Short Story Series

Excerpt from "didn't know Ladybugs Could fly!!" After that to be released in early 2017

Chapter 1: Virgin Truths, Dares, and Consequences

I treated myself to a one night stay at the San Mateo Holiday Inn. I chose a hotel because I wanted room service, a spa experience, a relaxing Jacuzzi and time to do me. So, I did me. I had the pleasure of lying on a feathered mattress with eight white down pillows and one white oversized down blanket. Initially, as I looked over my white horizon, it felt as if I were floating on a cloud. But soon afterwards, I found myself in a cozy twisted knot no matter how I moved. I begin to feel like a human pretzel. The distinguishing difference, I wasn't wrapped around myself as a pretzel would be. I was entangled with yet another. As the night progressed, we coiled and instantly continued as one, giant . . . pretzel. It was like, he and I were soaked in oil as we justifiably slide into positions that kept us twirled around each other. It didn't matter to either of us our clothes were still on, because we were baking, we were hot, and we were ready. I wanted to stay this way forever, but I knew I couldn't. Our body parts were like puzzle pieces as we were each other's perfect fit. I begin to imagine other things we could be doing. Yet, I believed anything more perfect than this experience was merely a dream.

By now, he had already surpassed the kissing test. And now, I needed him to want me, even more. At any rate, I felt I could not allow myself to totally engage sexually with this man, since this was our first intense, intimate encounter. On one hand, I was thinking about love. Then on the other hand, I was in lust and infatuated with his charm, his good looks and his sex appeal. I chose to enjoy the moment, and to just tackle one fantasy at a time. What's probably bad about all this is, I never intended to choose sex no matter what went down, and didn't. So, this little compromising move I believe, I may have allowed to go a bit too far.

Let me back up. . . .

Six months ago I was introduced to my Dude Billy by a friend. However, I honestly don't remember which friend, because it was a gang of us hanging out together. I do remember that one of his cousins was related to one of my cousins by marriage. Any who, I vaguely remember how I got into this man's life. All I know is this, I ended up over his house with a few other people and from that point, and we 'hooked up. Billy, then became my new "Honey Dip". He seemed to like having me around. I was like his Toy Teddy or something. Yeah, he drug me around like that and sat me on the shelf at home like a trophy. The expression was reciprocated as he was the "Apple of My Eye". Speaking of eyes, his eyes could hypnotize you. His brows perfectly shaped and skin smooth as a baby's ass. Together and alone with him, I could talk to him about anything. Besides that, we had "hella" fun playing house and by this time, our relationship had gone further than just an overnight or weekend stay. I was at his house every day and went home only for Sunday visits.

My situation was complicated. I was 30 years old and still a virgin. Furthermore, I was playing house with a grown ass man as I wore an invisible chastity belt. . What's so bad, I didn't have a clue how to satisfy this man's sexual cravings and really didn't give it much thought. I was under the nae illusion I could be around him daily and sex would not be an issue. I believed him when he said it didn't matter to him. I also believed him when he said that I could take my time in deciding when I was ready. So, I thought it would not be an issue until I made it one. I soon moved into his place after only knowing him for a few short six months. For this reason and more, I began to love him even more.

I loved being at Billy's house because he had a surround sound system that was out of this world great. I had never experienced music to this degree. Billy was a vocalist. So, being in a relationship with this vocalist was like living out a soulful Broadway play or being at a live concert every day. Billy's vocals exuded Marvin Gaye, Drake, Tyree, Charlie Wilson, Stevie Wonder, and Sam Cooke. All that great drama was wrapped and rolled into him. His octaves ranged from very high tenor to very low bass. He serenaded me all day, every day. To say Billy could sing his butt off was an understatement.

My Dude was a little bit of hood but had a whole lot of class. At least his love for classical music that is. Thanks to him, I got in touch with my love for classical music as well. I also got a better understanding for how classical music truly stimulates the brain. Though he liked R& B, Hip Hop and Rap at times, he was mostly interested in listening to classical music while the rest of the world was listening to their Hip Hop and R&B genres. You could say, he was a white man in a black man's body. He was a perplexing or should I say "different" individual to most. Nevertheless, I feel hard, I was in love with him.

Well, that's my introduction of Billy, enough about Billy. It's my turn now. By the way, my name is Mariah. My Daddy named me Mariah after the singer Mariah Carey. He was infatuated with her. He thought I looked like her even as a little baby. My parents unlike many other couples stayed together no matter what came their way. They remained married for 35 years. My momma is Caucasian and my daddy is African America, he prefers to be called Black. So, that makes me a bi-racial lady who grew up in Mountain View, California. Mountain View is located right smack in the middle of San Jose and San Francisco. Though, I grew up in the small town of Mountain View, most of my family lived in "Frisco" and a few I never knew live in Sacramento. As a result, I gained some street knowledge from the hoods of Frisco and was refined by my up bringing in Mountain View. I know what you thinking, I should have had some sexual sense too. Well, somehow I was able to dodge or should I say run from that bullet (lol). Anyway, I am a poet who went to school for journalism. . . . .

.And.... I think

I'm all that!

With my long wavy hair,

And, "Bad ass shape".

I got beautiful unblemished

Flawless skin.

Hmmm...

Anyways,

Looking back

When I was just

A munchkin,

I was wild and out

& a Dope Dancer.

So I was told,

And, so I know!

I was hella trendy

And hella bold.

Getting lit came E Z

And was never a task

Wen have n a blast!

My peeps

Kept spitting out

That same ole . . .

Same o,

She's got swag,

She's got flair.

"She's Hot"!

And, Look at

All that ...hair!?

Is all that her hair?

"OMG

Baby Girl's got rhythm,"

Holla'd the Ole School Gs.

"Look @ Mini Me

She's a boogie Diva

Dime Piece!"

Meanwhile, my sistas

With sista curls

Was perpetrating

As skinny girls,

With they big buts . . .

Cause big buts was in.

Still didn't have nothin on

The Queen

Cause I was flossin

A big butt 2.

AND ... some good skin.

Ain't you heard?

Let me say again,

I set the trend!

Speaking of skin

Mine was impeccably trim.

Was Sportin myself

In my Gucci stilettoes,

And my Fendi bag

With a bad attitude.

Wore ripped jeans,

Hoodie coats

And, minis too.

Classy . . . "Saucy".

Had no time for geeks!

But Bros in those skinny suits

Be looking @ me

It's cool

Cause they O, so saucy too.

I C U...

My dude,

"Sportin" them "tight" sneakers

And shoes.

Sadly, though

Some wouldn't let go

Of those old platform shoes.

I had to tell em

Wear flatform shoes Boo!

Meanwhile, me & my Peeps

Stuck like glue.

With our B Boy Beaus

Cause together

We had to show

Them how to do the do.

And, U don't have a clue

How we partied!

Funk-ta-fide

And devoid

The brew,

Still, Haters loved

To hate our style.

But, we partied hardy

Anyhow!!

"Cooly sweatin"

In hot bare backs,

And stretch pants,

Booty shorts,

And, short pants.

O and Me in daddy's Dobb hat,

Representing with the pink hair,

Braids and blue "fros",

But, U don't hear me tho.

Still some with short cuts

Kept the girls rubbing curly heads,

Dreaded tops and Nappy heads,

To name a few.

Left some waves 4 us babes, too.

I'm the most popular with the fellows

Cause I'm laid back and mellow.

That's what other people say

Them boys say

"Lady Bug,

I want to crawl all over you,

Cause you are so "bootyful".

And, I'd respond,

I hear ya Boo"!

In a nonchalant way.

And, yeah, I heard alright!

I knew just what

They wanted

To do

And that was to

Pop that Kitty

All night.

And, I'd remind them I knew that!

I'd also reminded them

They'd found Lady Luck

For sure cause

They liked taking chances

When trying to win bucks

Hangin at the casinos

Playing Black Jack & such.

You see, I'm like a keepsake,

A rabbit's foot

Or Lucky Charm if you will.

Anyways, I'd be

At the spot

The fellas be,

All night.

And, all night

They wanted me.

"I'm glad I found you"

I'd hear them say.

"And, I'm glad for you too".

I'd say right back,

Cause I didn't care.

I had so many

And, I was such a tease.

And not out to please.

Under my breath

I'd simply say

"Negro please!"

Cause in my mind

I refused to waste time

With small talk unnecessarily.

But, when necessary,

I could talk the talk

And walk the walk

Cause I'm knowing

I was a low profile female pimp.

And, I knew when

It was time to play

And time to say

Brother

Don't smother

And don't bother

Unless

You possess

The skills

To pay my bills.

"I need my nails did

And a new dress".

Why it costs to maintain finesse.

And, to maintain my interest and zest

You need to possess

Some "Fetty Wap P Funk"

With yo mess!

And some M. O. N. E. Y.

Of course!

Then guys would try to flip it

As they'd say

Lady Bug

"I wanna crawl all over you".

And, being the Lady I was

I knew what they wanted,

But I played Blondie

On their asses . . . .

Cause I'm not

Out to please.

Then, I'd flip it right back,

And I'd play it off

And say,

"You too?"

And wen I heard

Them say....

You mine, Lady".

It was then

I'd flip the script again

And change it up

Cause I couldn't

Be possessed, and

I had to be free.

And, I refused to be trapped,

So that's when I'd bounce.

On my way out,

I could hear them say,

"Oops,

She got away!

Then, I really felt like a

Ladybut Queen

Cause . . .

I had my say

And I had my way.

But on my stroll

They still would ask,

"Ladybug why do you walk so slow"?

Don't you have no place to go?

I'd say, "Oh baby that's for

You to figure out, and

For me to know",

Then off I'd go.

More than ever, I grew to know

I was indeed a Lady

And a ladybug no doubt,

Cause Baby,

this Lil Ladybug

Could definitely fly!

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