At Grammy's House

Keya P.O.V

We just got home from church where they held their annual Easter day service. And I couldn’t wait to leave. I’m so over these ancient ass men gawking at and fantasizing about me. I mean some of them are literally old enough to be my great grandfather. Ewww, it makes me want to vomit. Their nasty lustful stares. I love going to church to learn. But hate it because those men are gross. Some have children older than me!

So I turned on the radio, popping in my Aaliyah, One in a Million CD to have some tunes whilst I clean up the house. I put in a load of clothes to wash and started washing the dishes, when I hear Grammy calling me.

“Keya, come here gurl!”

I dry my hands on a kitchen rag and walk over to the living room, which is right next to the kitchen only separated by a half bath.

“Yes Grammy?”

She’s in her favorite recliner watching her favorite channel, the Food Network. We love getting ideas for cooking new meals. She’s sipping on some ice water in an old Prego sauce glass.

“I’m hungry, do you know what you cooking for dinner yet?” She asked me.

She had just come back from the hospital on Thursday. And her doctor told her to start eating better. If she doesn’t want to end up in there again. But she’s so damn stubborn! She has so many health issues already. And it seems like every time she goes back. They tack on another. It’s quite depressing.

I take care of my four brothers and my sister. Plus help care for my Grammy too. I keep the house clean, cook almost all of the meals and wash everyone’s clothes. If they ever need anything. I’m usually the person to get it done. Doctor appts, school conferences, field trips, you name it. I’ve done it. I don’t mind at all but it leaves me no time for myself really.

“I’m not sure yet Grammy, but you know I’ll put something together.” I always do.

“Ok well, go over to Papa’s and get me one of those chicken meals will ya.” she told me.

That doesn’t sound like a request but more of a demand. I look at her warily, “Grammy, seriously? Didn’t you just get out the hospital like two days ago?” I pursed my lips, putting my hand on my hip.

“Gurl, I don’t wanna hear that shit! Go get me my damn food and hurry on back here!” She snaps, narrowing her eyes. Like I said, she’s stubborn.

I sigh and throw up my hands in defeat. I’m not tryna get bitch smacked by my OG, fa real. “Ok, gimme the money. And is that all you want from there?”

“Yup.” She says, popping the “p” and hands me a $20 from her purse. I left shaking my head, she really needs to start eating better and lose some weight, she’s over 240 pounds and at 5′2” that’s just too much unhealthy weight for her in her late forties.

My brothers were either down the street playing basketball with their friends or riding their bikes. And my little sister was upstairs listening to music. And playing with her dolls.

I walk through the backyard to take a shortcut. And was at the restaurant in no time. Though, I feel like something was tugging at me.

Like someone hooked a line behind my naval and was reeling me in. And it got stronger the closer I got to the restaurant. What the hell is going on?

Walking in, I notice this gigantic man sitting at the counter. He looks like a WCW wrestler or something. My feet were on autopilot. And the line was dragging me towards him! Oh, my!

I try sitting in the other seats. But my body wouldn’t let me. I find myself plopping down next to him. I was super nervous. I greet Papa and order Grammy’s food.

Mmmmm! Damn, this food smells good! And Papa cooks with such skill and enthusiasm. I wish my future hubby could cook like this. I doubt it though. I giggle, thinking about it.

I was a nervous wreck! Sitting so close to the giant. My body wouldn’t be still. My feet were swinging and my fingers tapped on the counter. Like my body was trying to grab his attention or something!

I feel the giant man turn to look at me. I didn’t want to be rude or anything. So I say, “Hi!”

“Hello.” He says and gave me this super sexy smile. Shit, he has dimples for days! I mean they look so deep. I may be able to lay my pinkie finger in there. Did.. did he just lick his lips at me? Whoa! Hot!

And.. what the hell is he eating... a banana burger?!!!!

He asked, “Have you ever had a jibarito before?”

I don’t even know what ‘it’ is.

“A what?”

“A jibarito? That’s what this is.”

I shake my head. “No, I’ve never seen or heard of that before in my life!”

He explained what it was and asked me, “Would you like a bite?”

Wow he’s seriously offering me a bite? Sure why not, “Sure!” So I bit it trying not to bite off his finger and he growled at me.. did I bite him?? So I started chewing the food in my mouth and WOOOW! It was de-fuckin-licious! I closed my eyes in bliss.

“Mmm, that was delicious!” It practically melted in my mouth. Oh, goodness it was orgasmic!

“And its called a ‘jibarito’?” I pronounced it slow hoping I said it right. Then he offers to buy one, hell yeah he could!

“Really?!” I was so excited.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” He smirked, licking his lips, ‘gulp’ and I felt my panties getting wet. I never knew one action could cause such an effect.

“Sure, I’d love one!”

“Ok, one jibarito meal coming up!”

“Is it to go?” Papa asked me.

“Yes, Papa! Thank you!” Damn a free meal, today is starting to look up!

“So how’s your grandmother doing?” Papa asks me.

“She’s much better now that she’s out of the hospital. The doctor says she has something called diabetes. I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t sound good.” If only she would eat better and exercise a little more. She would be better. I’m really sad. I can’t persuade her much.

Then the generous giant asked, “So what are you doing today?”

Same ol’ same ol’, “I gotta finish washing clothes and cleaning up, find something to cook for dinner and do my homework.”

Same shit, different day. He seems interested in me but I barely have time to myself, I definitely don’t have time for a boyfriend. I wish I did though, a girl could dream right? And he is dreamy.

“That's quite a ‘To Do’ list for such a pretty girl” he smirked and I felt my toes curl. OMG is he.. flirting with me? Wow, I think I just got a little wetter. I pray this food’s done soon..

“I help my Grammy take care of my little brothers and my sister.” And I have no social life..

“Oh I see, well I’m sure she appreciates you a lot, doesn’t she?” His deep voice is making me leak like a Project bathroom sink, this is crazy!

He drops his sandwich, turns toward me fully. And it looked like he was about to grab me! I gasp and tremble a bit in my seat. Looking at him, slightly shocked. Holy shit!

Then his shoulders slump forward and he was flexing his hands which were dangling in between his massive legs, breathing kinda heavy. Not like I wouldn’t let him hold me or I wouldn’t mind. But I pray he doesn’t, one touch from him and I’d melt into a puddle of juices! LBVS!

I nod, “Yup, I don’t mind.” I shrug. “Because I love and appreciate my Grammy!” I wish that I could see his eyes but he’s wearing sunglasses. I can read people through their eyes.

We started talking and I found out he’s from Puerto Rico, GOD I love his accent everything about him is turning me on, this shit is new to me. Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen some hot guys in my short life but, no one has brought my sexual feelings bubbling to the surface like this guy.

He said he has been living here since the 80′s. And just returned home from the Marines last month. He’s the youngest of 8 siblings. He’s 23 yrs old and a Scorpio like me which means we might have a lot in common with each other. His birthday is a day before mine. And he wanted to know where I wanted to hold my party at this year. Umm.. why?

He starts licking his lips again. Inching towards me and honestly. I’m sure that this seat is soaked. Butterflies in my tummy again. I squeeze & cross my legs trying to stop the flow but to no avail!

“Hey, are you single?” I stiffened and gasped. Holy Crapola he IS interested in me. “Yes.. I am.” I squeak out, my throat going dry. I really didn’t want to tell him that I’m single because I don’t have time for a relationship but that’s the truth. Oh man this sucks royally.

I gasped as my head snapped towards Papa when he says, “Here you go girl, 1 half chicken meal and 1 jibarito meal.” Papa says handing me the bag of food. And saving me momentarily from the advances of this sexy giant.

“I’ll pay for it Tio.”

WHAT?! I was so overcome with gratitude that I wrapped my arms around his chest giving him a hug! He stiffens and growls at me.. wtf? Whatever, I can’t believe he’s paying for all my stuff! “Thank you so much mister. I greatly appreciate it!” I say beaming up at him. His chest is massive and hard. And the second I touch him I felt something like an electric shock and almost had an orgasm.. I need to go before I’m not able to walk outta here.

I let him go, grab my food and make a beeline for the front door. Before he tries to ask me anything else. I was almost out the door when someone grabbed my arm! I freeze thinking it was the giant man. But thank goodness it was an elderly woman sitting at the table near the door. She points at something or someone behind me.

I turn around. It was the giant man and OMG! I’m glad I got away from him when I did. Because, although he’s sitting. I can see his huge hard-on from here! Shit, it’s huge! I gulp nervously, “Yes?”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Oh!” Oh, whew. “I’m Keya. And again, thank you so much!” I was extremely grateful he paid for everything. No one has every done anything like this for me before.

“Keya..” He says my name slowly. Like he was tasting wine and enjoyed its flavor. His deep silky voice was making my knees go weak. “Cool, I’m Manny.” I nod.

“I gotta go my Grammy is really hungry, goodbye!” I smiled, waved and all but ran outta there, whew!

Once outside I lean against the door. My legs were wobbly. I’m panting and just glad I made it outta there. I take a few deep breaths. Whew! I start walking home when..

Oh no! I spot Steve with his cousins, Carlos and Luis. I want to say, hi. But, he might try something like he always does. Ugh, he gets on my nerves!

So why do I like him so much? Sigh. Shaking my head. I honestly, have no idea. I remember when I first saw him...

[FLASHBACK]

It was May 1996. I was in the 8th grade at Moos Elementary. And we were having gym class outside. I absolutely love gym class! It’s literally my fav besides Math.

I was playing flag football when all of a sudden. I feel this weird sensation. Like someone was forcefully turning my head towards them! Like, I can feel fingers on my head. But no one is touching me!

I turn and see this guy staring at me intensely as he was walking by. I saw that he looked around my age and kinda cute.

He maintains eye contact. And on my life. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from him. Even when I tried. It was so weird!

Our school’s playground is a block long. He even turned around to walk backwards. Just to keep looking at me! Was he.. having a staring contest with me or something? I don’t know.

He got to the end of the block and crossed the street and was STILL looking at me. God he was cute! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as cute as him. Then he walked out of my sight I was able to look away finally, whew that was intense! I was a bit dizzy.

I didn’t see him again until September. When I began 9th grade. I had been thinking about him the whole summer. And sorta happy to see him again. But that was short-lived. He ended up in my homeroom.

And every chance he got he would grab on me. I saw him sitting in the Dean’s office most of the time. Which meant that he did something that the teachers didn’t like.

He’s always saying dirty things to me like, “Hey girl, you got a nice ass!” or “I’ll pay you $20 for a blowjob!?” Ughhh he was so rude! I just ignored him as much as I could.

One day he corners me in the stairwell. As I was making my way to class and grabbed my butt! I have a big butt so he had a handful. “Steve!” I gasps.

I turn around and he grabs my waist. Pinning me against the brick wall! Roughly grabs my breasts. And starts licking & sucking on my neck! I was so stunned. I froze! I didn’t know what to do.. I wanted him to stop but then again.. I didn’t!?

Someone was coming down the stairs and he stops. Looks at me smirks. Licks his lips and just stares at me, mischievously. I sprinted down the stairs away from him as quickly as I could.

He cornered me like that a few more times during the school year. Although it was quicker than taking the escalators,. I eventually stopped going in the stairwell. If I knew he was around.

And every time he was with his friends or his cousins. He would always say nasty stuff to me. Ugh! He was so irritating. But I still.. liked him..? Smh, omg! It was frustrating, for real.

Not only did I have to deal with being harassed at school. But at home by my ex-boyfriend, Carmelo too. He lives right across the street from me. And would invite me over, just so could grab all on me!

Carmelo is 18, my friend Denise’s older brother and stronger than Steve. It was harder getting away from him. As he would grip my hands up above my head. And fondle my breast while dry humping me!

That punk also ripped some of my clothes while I was trying to escape from his grubby hands. That punk also ripped some of my clothes while I was trying to escape from his grubby hands.

And he was always pulling down his pants showing me his penis asking, “When you gonna let me hit that baby?” OMG WHAT!? This fool is insane!

“I’m not doing anything until I’m married Carmelo, now let me go or I’m gonna scream!” I told him for the umpteenth time.

He eventually broke up with me, I was relieved and sad at the same time. I liked having a boyfriend, but I wish he wasn’t so mannish jeez. And he never asked my permission he would just manhandle me. I don’t mind it if I’m asked but, I hate being forced to do things!

[Flashback Ends]

Back to reality...

Gasp, oh man! Steve saw me! I stop in my tracks. Thinking about turning around and going the opposite direction. But he might chase me or something. Crapola! I guess.. I’ll have to deal with him, ugh!

I slowly start walking again. They freaking wait for me. I saw Steve whisper something to Luis and they both laugh. Looking at me, smugly. I finally reached their location. And he jumps in front of me!

“Where you think you’re going sexy?” He asks, scanning my form up and down.

“Home!” I squeaked. I was trying to sound brave. But fail miserably.

“Oh, you finally gonna suck my dick then?” He jeers. His cousins laugh into their fists, raucously.

“NO! I told you already. That I don’t do that!” I yell at him, embarrassed.

“Oh? ” He smirks. He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me flush up against him. And grab my ass! He sniffs me. And his other hand angrily grips my face! I whimper.

“So we finna go home and fuck then!?” He is so serious all of a sudden. His face is so close to mine. I can smell alcohol and weed on his breath. He’s high as usual.

I want to push him away but like I said. I.. like him? OMG! This is so frustrating and confusing!! UGH!!

“You’re gonna gimme this ass one day Keya. Even if I gotta take it!” He says forcefully. And pulls me even closer to him. Squeezing my ass more roughly! “Oww!” I whimper in pain.

I was paralyzed. I started trembling, sweat dripping down my face, panting, whimpering... I didn’t know what to do...

*HONK HONK*

A car horn blows right next to us. My eyes flick to see.. “Grammy!” Oh, I was saved!

Steve and his cousins run away when they see the car. “One day, Keya!” He warns as he runs off.

“Girl, get your ass in here. I send you to the damn restaurant and you out here foolin ’round!” She yells at me.

“But, but I...” I pant. I didn’t know what to say. As I was still flustered from Steve. I always get like this around him. I get in the car and we drive home.

We recently moved out of the Chicago Projects and I couldn’t have been more glad. Those places were horrible! I loved this neighborhood because it wasn’t as rough as living in the Projects.

When we get home. There is a box at the front door. I look inside. And 3 small kittens are in here! Aww, so cute! I take them inside. Grammy says, I can keep them. If I take care of them properly.

She guesses they are only a few days old. And should not have been taken away from the mom so soon. Also, I’ll have to feed them with a medicine dropper. Because they are so tiny.

I set the box down and wash my hands. In the kitchen, I take her food out from her bag. Setting it on the dining room table and gave her, her money back. She looked at me bewildered.

“What is this!?” And then I tell her about the giant man at Papa’s. How he let me taste his weird sandwich and how he paid for everything! “A man!?” she asks, extremely interested. “What man?”

“His name is Manny.” I admit shyly. “And I was tryna get back here with your food. But then.. Steve...” God, I was terrible when it came to him. I always freeze up! I don’t know why.

“That damn boy still bothering you! He needs his ass whupped! You have to start standing up for yourself Keya. And stop letting these lil boys think, its okay to touch on you like that! You hear me?!”

“Yes, Grammy.” It was true but I didn’t know how to fight back. I don’t like hurting others it just isn’t me. And people take advantage of my kindness. It makes me sad. I hate it.

But, Mmm! Man, this food smells amazing! I take my carton of food out the bag and open it up. “Is that it?” She asks eyeing my meal.

“Yep, he says it’s called a jibarito.” I tell her.

“So why he buy you one?” She asks, cutting into her chicken.

I shrug, “He asked if I had eaten one before. I told him, ‘No I didn’t.’ So he let me taste his. And it was sooo good Grammy. Then he asked if I wanted one? I told him, Yeah! Then he paid for everything!” I explain.

“Wow! Did he ask you for anything?” she looked at me suspiciously, pursing her lips. “Well yeah, we talked about a lot of stuff.” And I tell her what we talked about and how he made me feel. “He kept growling at me..” I tell her. I frown, shaking my head in confusing.

“Growling? Like a dog or something?” She asked confused.

“Yes, exactly like a dog!” It was weird.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, “Did you give him your number?”

Number? I frowned, then my eyes went wide when I realized what she meant, “No I didn’t give him my number!”

“Why not gurl?!”

“Ugh! Because, I don’t have time for a relationship right now Grammy. You know that!” l say exasperated.

“Gurl you better make some time! He sounds like a fine ass man, this.. Manny guy. You don’t wanna be an old maid do you? Alone, bored, reading old romance novels, living with a billion cats, your pussy collecting cobwebs!” She bust out laughing. Jeez Grammy I couldn’t do nothing but laugh also smh.

“He was fine as hell Grammy, and he was VERY.. interested in me. He even asked if I was single. But I don’t have time for me, how am I supposed to make time for a whole other person?” It’s not like I didn’t want to be with him. I just really don’t have the time is all.

“Listen, Keya on some serious shit. You are getting to be a beautiful young woman. And men are starting to notice you. I won’t be mad if you find yourself a man. Hell at your age I had 2 kids already.”

I knew my Grammy had come from a long line of teenage moms. But, I never wanted that for myself. I actually wanted to end the cycle of teenage moms in my family.

“But you’re a great catch Keya. That’s why those boys be all over you like that. And always remember. A man ain’t NEVER gonna give you something for free, without wanting something in return, you hear me?” she said her eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Grammy. I understand.” I say sincerely. I thought, well I gave him a hug. And I thanked him. I didn’t really think he would want anything else from me. Oh boy, was I wrong!