Forever A Pimp's Wife

Chapter 1| Tamicka's House

Tamicka's House

Tamicka
Growing up wasn't easy for me. I had a drug dealing daddy who loved me to death. My dad was the best drug dealer in the streets. They called my pops Target because when he had his eyes on a target he never missed and he never took his eyes off the target. Around family he was known as TyTrell. My dad lived a dangerous life all his life. Left home when he was 16 years old and been getting money every since he left. His people were not in his life. It was just him and his older brother, Rodney. He always pushed education on me to distract me away from the horny little boys. He hated the idea of me being a teen parent like him and my mother so he tried everything in his power to keep me from becoming pregnant. He always told me to reach for the stars and never stop.
My dad was definitely a play boy growing up. He was brown skin with dimples. His dimples drove the women crazy. He had dreads that he kept nice and neat with a fresh line up. My dad wasn't into fashion but he never left the house looking crazy. He was 6'0 and built. He stayed lifting weights. Oh yeah can't forget about the tattoos everywhere. He was definitely a lady's man and had his fair share in life.
I knew he was saying a baby would be a temporary pause in my life because it would no longer be about just me. He met my mother in community college. My dad loved education so any opportunity he got he took. His favorite line was being dumb is not sexy but having a smart mind makes you look so good. That's why he pushed my studies on me pretty tough.

My mother on the other hand, she really didn't give two shits about me. I heard through the grapevine she wanted to put me up for adoption but my dad refused for her to get rid of me since I'm their only child and his first. My dad always told me that my mom once used to be happy about the idea of having a child but then when she got pregnant her attitude changed. I feel like it only changed because she was going to lose a lot of attention and it would all be on me. Then again, I honestly think my momma wanted a boy.
My mom use to be that pretty nerdy girl who was a cheerleader. She was 5'0 and light skin with beautiful big brown curly hair. My mom didn't really have shape just skinny and beautiful. She hid her intelligence because she wanted to seem cool and she kept up with the latest trends. Now, my momma just drinks and takes care of the house when my pops leaves.
My mom never took the time to teach me how to be a lady. When I had a girl question I had to ask my friend, Keke, mother. She was very helpful. Keke and I learned how to cook, take care of our hygiene on and off our monthly flow, and respect for ourselves. Her mom's goals was too keep us young and not pregnant. I was scared to even get pregnant and on top of that I was still a virgin as a Senior in high school. My mind was all books and no boys.

"Girl when are you going to get a man?" I swear that was Keke's favorite question to ask me.

"When I'm ready. As in graduated with my diploma and degree. Last time I checked, you didn't have a man either. Where is yours?"

"I swear your such a prude. You are missing out on so much. Like when the dick is inside of you and he looking you in yo eyes. Girl, it feels so good. "  She said with her eyes closed as she was biting her bottom lip. "That is why I'm single and mingle in the sheets whenever I feel like it"

Keke loves sex. Her nickname at school is Sex Kitten cause her sex game is good so all the guys say. She stands about 5'5 and she is fit. Guys go crazy over her body and her smooth brown skin. Let's not forget to mention her light brown eyes and perfect white smile and the long 24inches she loves to wear so much with her big hoop earrings. She always rocked the nice outfits. She didn't care who she had sex with as long as he was cute with a big package between his legs. Keke wasn't always sex crazy. Every since her first love raped her, she covered the pain and memory of it by sleeping around. It has worked for her so far because she hasn't talked about him for a whole year. That was the lowest point of her life because she thought that was her husband to be. She was just like me before he came into the picture. We use to always talk about weddings and our future husbands to be. That night he raped her, she came crying to me. She had blood all over her pants, hair everywhere, her face was all bruised up, her top had been ripped and her eyes were blood shot. It truly broke my heart seeing her like that, so I helped clean her up and tucked her in my bed. A week after the accident, she created a complete different Keke. Now, she loves having sex whenever she can get some pipe.