therealkatiewest:

In the back of a car, I gave head for the first time to a boy named Jermaine.

He was 6’2 and dark and smooth. He reminded me of a basketball player, all muscle and swagger. We had just danced too close, for too long, his ambitious fingers finding their way up under my dress and past whatever I was wearing underneath. He pushed me up against the wall and whispered, “Damn girl, you’re so dirty, you don’t give a fuck who sees, do you?”

Later that summer, I had sex with his best friend Chris, on the hood of the same car. And driving him home, he ducked down in the passenger seat as we passed Jermaine smoking around the back of their building. So Jermaine wouldn’t know we’d been together. Because they’d both called me that night.

But I dated Steve. He was smaller, but just as smooth, and I’m not talking only about his skin.

“Baby, stand up in the moonlight. Spin around for me baby, let me see you. Yeah, that’s it. Let me see you.”

He bought me daisies to show my mother that he listened to me. He taught me how to drink beer. His smell was intoxicating. It’s what made me kiss him in the first place. He had two of the cutest goddamn kids I’d ever seen. He’d take his braids out and I’d run my fingers through his hair. I wrote him poetry and he’d hold my naked body against his and say, “Baby, I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”

And in the morning we took a cab through the city; the morning before I left and never saw him again. And he held my hand like he meant it on the cracked leather seat.

(via sagemaria)

I’m terrible at updating on life happenings, but things have just been so busy and so crazy I just haven’t had a chance to.

I did, however, have a REALLY fantastic idea for a novel today; it’s based on my love for journalism. I need to work out the finer details, but I definitely want to start writing on it soon.