Sandra grew up in the tough streets of East Los Angeles. Her family had been gang members since the 50s. She loved the baggy kakis, long baggy shirts, the bandanas, the big hair and the makeup the home girls wore. Most girls respected her because she loved to fight; she was not very big but what she lacked in size she made up with heart. Everyone thought Sandra was fat because most of her family was big boned and thick. The men were short and stocky and the women had thick bodies, thick hips and big tits. Yes, Rita had wide hips and firm legs. Under all the baggy clothes she had huge 30dd, and a nice round ass, and was very curvaceous. Because of her dress, most people thought she looked like boy or she was fat. That was the whole purpose of her clothes; to deceive people. Sandra did not have any time for the frilly things in life or much time for her feminine side. She looked tough, acted tough, and was tough.
Late one night she was out with her homegirls. They were having a good time laughing, partying and hanging out. Drugs were being passed around as well as alcohol. It was a typical weekend for the girls. Sandra was proud of her homegirls. Not only were they the toughest girls she knew but most were the prettiest as well. They could walk into any party and have any guy they wanted. The party did not really start until these crazy girls walked in. As if on cue, they heard the sirens and everybody knew the cops were here to break up the party. Some people ran, some walked, and some waited until the cops told them to leave. Sandra was always one of the people the cops asked to leave. This night the cops held Sandra for questioning before they let her go. All her friends were gone by the time she was released.
Sandra was walking home alone when a car pulled up next to her. "Hey Guerita, need a ride," asked the passenger. (They called her that because of her light skin and green eyes). She was about to cuss them out when she show it was some of her dad's old homeboys. They been over to the house a few times and some were locked up with her dad. These were her homies too. Being tired and with home along ways away she accepted. She got in the back seat with two of the guys and they drove off.
"How's your dad Guerita?" asked Casper.
"He's ok. He got's five more before he gets out," she replied.
"Yea that sucks," replied Gallo.
"Yea, I saw him before I got out. He was doing pretty good, but dam he just kept talking about how much he missed pussy," said Negro.
They all laughed.
"Bet him and Manuela are best friends," said Little Blue.
(Manuela means hand in their slang. It is also a woman's name in Spanish. It's used instead of saying masturbated.) More laughing came from the car.
"At least he has an excuse puto. You haven't had pussy since pussy had you dumbass," laughed Casper.
"Shit, I had pussy last night. I tore that shit up. She was like papi no stop it hurts," answered Little Blue.
"Dam liar," his friends all yelled.
"What about you guys? Bet your balls are so big and blue we can play dodge ball with them," he answered.
"Fuck, all the girls love my big dick," said Negro.
"Dam bitches, be lining up for this papi. They can't get enough of little Casper," said Casper.
"All them hoes be sucking my cock Little Blue. Ask your mama, if you don't believe," said Gallo.
