So it's time for bed. We start heading to the room. I had to get my nightly last drink of water though, so I stopped in the kitchen. That darn water cooler always kept the water ice cold. it was so cold that you couldn't even enjoy it. You had to take your time drinking it. I always hated that cooler, that's why I'd just drink from the sink most of the time.
So when we got into the room we turned out all the lights and tried to go to bed. However Nesha wanted to talk about her phone conversation with that bum she was digging. The cool thing about Nesha is that she liked to play R&B music before she went to bed every night. I guess thats where i got that from. It became my favorite past time in High School. So while they were talking, I'm grooving to the music. I think Nesha was playing some Jodeci. They'd throw me a bone here and there and try to include me in their conversations but I couldn't offer much input. i was only a kid. They talked and talked until 3-4 am. I ended up dosing off for about 15 min only to be awakened by Nesha's horrid snoring. JS was still awake. "BJ, you up?" She whispered. "Yea." We just started talking about different things all through the night.
At the time there was a girl in my class that I was really fond of. Vanisha. I had a thing for light skinned girls. I dont know what it was. Her grill was jacked up and her braids were usually fuzzy but that was my woman. Anyway, JS was giving me advice on how i could impress her. it was great advice. After I got what I need, I started to get tired. I was dipping in and out. JS was still awake and wanted to talk. She was going on and on about how she couldn't get a boyfriend. She couldn't understand it. I understood why though. She was a really nerdy girl just with big boobs and a big butt. However, you would never know because she wore shorts and t-shirts all the time. She had light skin, wore braces, and was very intelligent. We lived in Compton. She was totally out of her element. I on the other hand thought she was cool. I even told her that as we were laying there. I had always been a real gentleman until around 2005. Don't ask. She seemed like she dug what I was saying. maybe no one had ever told her that before? Who knows.
She really appreciated the compliment. She told me over and over. I felt really good. She then started asking me what qualities i look for in women. Well, I couldn't really answer that because i was only a kid, I didn't really have a preference. It seems like she was open to anything. She did say she preferred a smart man. Then things got a little weird. She was enjoying our conversation so much that she uttered the words all young men dread from cougars. "I wish you were older." It was bitter sweet. It really didn't help me much but I took it for what it was worth. She had asked me if I had ever kissed a girl before. I replied with a tentative "yes!" I was lieing my butt off. She asked me to tell her the story about how it happened. I proceeded to tell her the most rediculous tall tale I had ever told anyone. As a matter of fact it was right out of a movie I had saw earlier with a young Matt Dillion called "Little Darlings". I was slick indeed because she totally bought it. I felt like a "G". Thinking everything was cool, I turned around and tried to go to sleep. I had no clue how hot she had gotten from the lie I just told her. How did I know?
She told me she was bored and wanted to play a game. This was a new game I had never heard of. The rules were she was going to take my hand and rub it across something and my job was to guess what it was and I had to keep my eyes closed. Fun indeed. So the first object she chose felt kind rough but thick. It was too rough to be a shirt and too thick to be a pillowcase. It was her blanket. I got that one right. The second item was hard and cold. It felt like some sort of plastic. I was unsure of what this could be until i felt buttons. It was the phone! Two right so far! The next item was thin and warm. It was her shirt. That one was easy because I could feel the tension of her pulling the shirt to my hand. The next item...........was not too hard but not too soft. It was warm, and had some give to it. As she rubbed my wrist back and forth against it, the object seemed to snap back into place with every stroke. I was stuck. But she wouldn't stop rubbing my wrist against it. She sped up a little. Still couldn't guess. She rubbed my wrist against it faster. "Ohhhhhh, I know what this is!" I muttered. I pulled my hand back and could not say a word. i was paralyzed. I was so shocked that this was happening to me. It was her nipples. A strong sense of fear and pride came over me. I was fearful not because i was a minor but because i didn't know what to do next. Well, what do you usually o to nipples?
I had a great time. It was an awesome experience bar none. I was never one of those kids who always told their parents everything. I wasn't going to get JS in trouble like that. I actually enjoyed it too. We probably would have both gotten in trouble if I would have snitched. That "stop snitchin'" stigma gets put on you early. I won't lie and tell you that I saw people get shot every night in my backyard. My block just wasn't that bad. So while my innocence wasn't lost all at once, it was chipped away at slowly but surely. As a young kid in Compton you will get desensitized to certain things. Mine just happened to be sex.
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