The Ghetto Love That Changed My Life Part 3

I believe in heaven more than hell, lessons more than jail. In the ghetto, let love prevail with a story to tell. My eyes see the glory, and well, The world waiting for me to yell, “I Have A Dream!”-Common

Mona got her head busted with a rock a year later. Fortunately, she didn’t have to go to the hospital. There was a bunch of guys and girls getting high behind Dayton Street Elementary School. All of a sudden, this older guy named Wayne picked up a rock and threw it. It hit Mona in the middle of her forehead.

I yelled, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I grabbed Mona and she was crying, but it was only a flesh wound. I just got angry and started running in Wayne’s direction cursing. I don’t know what he saw in my eyes because Wayne was bigger, older, and a better fighter than I was. But, on that day he ran from me.

He ran to my best friend Kevin Jackson, “Get this mutha fucka.” Wayne yelled. Keith was standing between me and him. When I thought about it later, I couldn’t believe Wayne ran from me. This is a lesson for all men, and I didn’t learn it then, as you’ll find out soon. Women love to feel safe and protected. Mona was pleased with my actions. Suffice it to say, she rewarded me handsomely later that night.

There is no feeling more comforting and consoling than knowing you are right next to the one you love.-Oscar Wilde

Mona and I would spend a lot of time alone in the apartment together. We would make love in the bathtub, dance together, and we talked about any and everything. We always took advantage of our time together. This is one of the huge lessons I learned about relationships.

Spending time apart makes spending time with the one you love better. We went to different schools, we had separate friends, and we would hang out with our families. We didn’t smother each other. We both had space and time apart, which allowed us to be excited when we saw each other.

I’ll end part three with an event that showed both of us the importance of being passionate about and with one another. Mona never wore dresses and skirts. She didn’t like her legs. It never bothered me because I got to see all of her anyway.

One day, Mona asked Dee one day if she could go to church with us. Dee knew that Mona didn’t like wearing skirts so she replied, “You can go with us but you’re gonna have to wear a skirt.” Mona accepted the terms reluctantly. On Sunday morning, I was in the back room putting on my Swedish-knit suit and I heard Mona talking to Dee in the kitchen.

When I went to the kitchen I saw Mona in her Catholic school outfit. A blue skirt that came to her knees and a white blouse with a frilly collar. When she turned and looked at me with that gorgeous smile on her face my heart almost leaped out of my chest.

Sexual desire is a state not unlike hunger.-Mary Roach

I had never seen her look so beautiful. Immediately my loins got hot. I smiled and said to her, “I need to see you in the back room.” “What’s wrong?” She asked. I replied, “Nothing. I just wanna talk to you.” I headed to the back room and waited for her to come. Mona looked fantastic and my sexual appetite was growing stronger. I had to be with her before we went to church.

Mama, Rosa, and Dee were in the house getting ready, but I didn’t care. My mother had a component set stereo in the back room, and literally, it was a stereo in a box. Mona asked as she entered the room, “What’s going on?” I motioned with my hand for her to come to me. As she walked toward me, I was getting hotter.

She came and stood right between my legs as I was leaning against the stereo. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her hard and furiously. She responded to me with amazement. I’ll never forget that look in her eyes. She knew I loved her, but she had never seen me that fascinated with her.

I knew she was the girl I loved but she looked like a different woman. I had never seen her look so striking. I whispered to her, “You look so beautiful I have to have you right now.” She looked at me with surprise and said, “We can’t. Your mother is here.”

I answered, “Take your panties off, lift your skirt, sit on the stereo, and I’ll do the rest.” She giggled and whispered to me, “You’re so nasty.” “I love you though,” I replied. She did exactly what I said, and as I pulled down my pants a little, I was extremely hot and hard. I kissed her softly as I slid into her. As I did, she moaned a little, which let me know she was hot too.

I never closed my eyes. I wanted to see how she reacted to every movement, touch, and kiss that I was giving her. She kept moaning and closing her eyes. Every time she opened them she found me staring at her. I was moving slowly in and out of her. I didn’t want to rush.

She started gently pushing her body back towards me. It was so hot and passionate. We loved each other, and we had never made love like that before. No one came into the room. I think Dee knew what we were up to so she probably told Rosa not to go back there.

We took our time and we went to church happy. I fell asleep on my baby’s shoulder in church. Now the question still remains, “How did this intense love affair end?” COMING UP… THE FINALE

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