My final year in high school was one of the worst years of my life. It seemed like I was always up to no good. I was always in trouble with my parents or with the law. I had stayed back one year, cause I had way to many cuts. Being 18 years old and in the twelfth grade wasn't fun at all. All of the people in knew had either dropped out completely or was in jail. Half way threw my senior year, my fucking parent decided to move up north to White Plains, New York, in Westchester County. It wasn't that I was a bad kid. I just liked to have fun. We used to live in Brooklyn before we moved here. My father landed a good job with the telephone company and with in a month we where heading up north.
I hated White Plains. The town was totally designed for white people. I never saw so many white people in my life. Brooklyn was my life. In Brooklyn I was somebody in the neighborhood. But in White Plains I was the black guy that lived down the street. I couldn't stand my neighbors either. A white couple lived to our right and to or left was a black family. The black family, the Livingston's that lived next door to our left, acted like white people. I hated that shit. They just thought they were the shit. And I know they didn't like me. I didn't give a fuck about them or speak to them. Mr. Livingston was always giving me dirty fucking looks. You would think that the only two black families on one block would be friendly to each other.
My mother and father were no better. They made every attempt to be nice to our stupid fucking neighbors. If they thought I was going to flip my style and start acting white so our stupid black neighbors would like us, well lets just say they had a better chance of seeing hell freeze over or seeing a black man elected to the Presidency of the United States. Fuck that shit, I was from Brooklyn and I would never forget where I came from. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the boy. All these crackers up here, and my fucking wanna be Huckstable neighbors could kiss my high yella ass.
Going to White Plains High School, was no fucking fun either. The first two months I was there I didn't say a word to any one, and I dared someone to say some shit to me. The school was in the fucking boondocks, in the middle of no fucking where. That's why I missed Brooklyn so much. If I wanted to cut class or call it a day, I could just hop on the train and go anywhere I wanted. The worst thing about living up here was I was to far away from all the, "around da'way honies," I used to bone. I got my first piece of pussy when I was 13 and never looked back. Girls in Brooklyn liked to fuck, and getting pussy was easy. Half the time their parents weren't home after school, so you could always go to some hoochies house after school and knock'em off. My parents both worked long hours so a lot of the time I would cut class and bring a girl over to my crib and fuck the shit out of them all day. That was then and this is now. It seemed like all these black girls up here had a fucking attitude problem.
I was kind of thick for my age. I wasn't fat or nothing like that but I worked out with weights in our basement. I worked out a lot cause I didn't have anything else to do. I missed getting pussy big time. There were days that I would fuck 2 different girls in the same day. One day I fucked 3 girls in the same day. The funny thing was that they were all friends. They all liked me but they all didn't want each other to know that they liked me. I would fuck one of them; the terms were that I could not tell anybody especially her other 2 best friends. All three of them asked me not to tell the other. I didn't give a fuck about there little secret game. I fucked all three of them all the time and kept my mouth shut. I loved the fact that they were all different. Tosha was the first one I bagged, she was a true shortie, and She was maybe 4'10" if that. But she had a nice round little booty. Lashanda was a little bit taller then Tosha. What I liked about her was her tits. She had the biggest breasts of them all. Trina was my favorite; she was the tallest and the thickest of the bunch. When she spread her legs it was like a giant eagle getting ready to take off. I loved her pussy, her pussy was the wettest and the juiciest of the bunch and she knew how to fuck. Unlike her other friends, she would suck my cock, as long as I promised not to tell. I played their games and I got pussy almost every day.
The world was very different now. All the bitches I used fuck didn't want to be bothered with me anymore. The rumor was, that I was living upstate acting like I was the shit cause I lived in a house and in a white neighborhood, which was far from the truth. I had no choice but to live up here. I begged my parents to let me stay in Brooklyn with my aunt and finish my final year of school. They gave me that; " You'll get a better education up here." What a load of shit. My teachers barely spoke to me; they looked at me like I was some kind of criminal.
The school year finally ended. I was happy cause I was planning on spending my summer in Brooklyn. My parents on the other hand had other plans for my black ass. They forbid me to go to Brooklyn. I was fuming, " What the hell am I supposed to do up here," I shouted at them. They told me that I should was going to get a job, and to forget about my hooligan friends back in Brooklyn. I was amazed at how quickly my father forgot where he came from, and my mother just followed suit. She had the nerve to tell me, that all my friends will be in jail before they turn 20.
I didn't speak to my parents for a week. I stayed in my room or I went to the basement to work out. I felt like my nuts were about to explode. I have never had to jerk off so much in my life. I had become a hermit, trapped in White Plains or what I called it, "Whitelondia," with no friends and no pussy.
Two days later while I was chill'in in my kitchen, I thought I saw the most beautiful black female on earth step out of a blue BMW. I damn near ran to the front door to see where she was going. The bitch was fine as hell. Then the Livingston's came running out of their house and she jumped into Mr. Livingston's arms " Hi daddy…. Hi mommy," She shouted.
That shit knocked the wind out of my sail and deflated my cock immediately. She was fine but she was their daughter, and she probably had an even bigger stick up her ass. She also talked and sounded like a little white girl. " Damn," I said to myself. Then I saw Mr. Livingston look at me and make a face. It was one of those stay the fuck away from my daughter looks.
I had had enough of his fucking looks and stares, so I kindly raised my hand and gave him the finger. The look on his face was funny as hell, finally a little justice for me. Then he turned to his daughter and said something. I couldn't hear what they where saying, I knew he was more then likely talking about me. A few seconds later their daughter (whom I would learn later was named Vicki) looked up at me and gave me the nastiest look and then rolled her eyes. With out saying a word to me, that bitch told me to fuck off with her eyes. I went back in the house and slammed the door.
For the next few days I just stayed in my room mopping around. The Livingston's had a big pool in there back yard. I thought it was just for show cause they never used it. Then one day around noon I heard a big splash. My bedroom window faced their backyard. I got up to see what was going on. I didn't see anything for a few second. Then I saw Vicki come up from underneath the water. Her back was to me while she climbed out of the pool. The first thing I noticed was how fucking fine she was. She had a nice thick booty; her tiny little bikini bottoms could barely contain that fat juicy caramel colored ass. My cock sprung to attention immediately. My cock was so hard it hurt. I had to step back away from the window; the last thing I wanted was for her to catch me looking at her. It was a good thing that I did that, cause as soon as she turned around she looked up toward my house.
