Crackhead by Lisa Lennox Read Free Book Online

y’all fuck wit’ ain’t puttin’ it down,” Crystal said, adjusting her name belt. “No, Dink ain’t the best dick I ever had, but he’s my man and he pleasesme every time.” Crystal was pretty, dressed to def, and had a subtle sexiness in her tall, slender frame. She was daring—wore ripped-up jeans with bright-colored biking shorts underneath and “Yo Baby, Yo Baby, Yo” T-shirts that hung off her smooth shoulders. Her caramel complexion was complimented by the bright blond streaks and asymmetrical mushroom haircut she fashioned after her favorite girl rap group, Salt-N-Pepa.
    â€œPlease,” Shaunna said, snaking her neck. “My son’s father had that good wood, but that don’t mean his ass is off the hook financially. Like homeboy said in that movie, ‘ fuck you, pay me. ”
    All the girls fell out laughing at Shaunna’s crazy ass. Shaunna was the oddball of the posse. She was always saying or doing something that would make people ask, “What the fuck?”
    â€œDink ain’t the biggest baller, but his pockets stay laced. You hoes can pop all the shit y’all want to,” Crystal said, folding her arms. “A nigga wit’ deep pockets is worth his weight, but a nigga wit’ a deep stroke is priceless.”
    â€œLet you tell it,” Laci mumbled in disagreement. Who was she to talk? She was the last virgin in her senior class, and she’d never even used a tampon before. If Laci’s parents had taught her anything at all, it was to respect herself, and more importantly, her body. Being the good girl she was, she listened to their words.
    â€œI’m wit’ cha on that one, Laci,” Monique said. “I can’t see no dick being worth more than money.”
    â€œThat’s because you ain’t had the right dick,” Crystal stated. “I can remember this one dude.” She began fanning her private area. “Mercy, mercy me!”
    â€œShit, don’t stop there,” Tonette said, turned on by all the dirty talk. “Do tell.”
    â€œGo ’head wit’ that,” Crystal blushed. “Don’t nobody wanna hear my story.”
    â€œBullshit,” Shaunna said, sitting up to pay attention. “Go ahead, Crystal. Tell us about this so-called stud of yours.”
    â€œYeah,” Monique added. “Shit, now I wanna hear about it too.”
    By now, all of the girls, with the exception of Laci, were on the edge of their wet seats in anticipation of Crystal’s sex tale.
    â€œAll of y’all nasty,” Laci giggled.
    â€œBitch, please,” Shaunna said, sucking her teeth. “You probably got more fuck stories than any of us, wit’ yo’ prep-school ass.”
    Shaunna couldn’t have been any farther from the truth. Laci was as fresh as a cherry on the vine. As a matter of fact, hers had never even come close to being picked.
    â€œI do not,” Laci said defensively.
    â€œDon’t even front, ho,” Monique said, twisting up her lips. “Come on, tell the truth, Laci. You a closet freak, ain’t you, ma? Come on, girl. I know you be around all them young rich white yuppies at your mother’s country club.”
    Laci gave Monique a blank stare. “Whatever,” she said, not feeding into Monique’s trap. She knew that Monique just wanted to provoke her into saying something, even if it was a lie, but she wasn’t falling for it.
    â€œSo, what up, Crystal?” Tonette said, eagerly getting back to the subject. “Ain’t nobody forgot about your ass. Get to tellin’ the story, you little tramp.”
    â€œDamn,” Crystal said with a smirk. “You all up in my mix.” She paused, and a mischievous grin covered her face. “Okay, already. I’ll tell the story since y’all ain’t gon’ let a ho be.”
    What started out as a boring Saturday night was about to turn