Larry's Girls, page 1
Larry’s Girls
Thomas Green, Jr.
Table of Contents
Title Page
South of Harlem Books
“I ain’t really want them | skinny, ugly, snaggle-tooth, fake tricks anyway...” | -Larry
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TWO.
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SEVEN.
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TEN.
ELEVEN.
TWELVE.
THIRTEEN.
FOURTEEN.
FIFTEEN.
SIXTEEN.
SEVENTEEN.
EIGHTEEN.
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ISBN: 978-0-9791404-1-9
Cover design by Markstarr Multimedia
Copyright © 2008 by Thomas Green, Jr.
Printed in the United States of America
By
First Printing March 2008
Second Printing July 2008
Third Printing, November 2008
Fourth Printing November 2009
Fifth Printing April 2010
10 9 8 7 6
For Harold Flynn
My Grandfather
Also by Thomas Green, Jr.
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Love’s Home Run
“I ain’t really want them
skinny, ugly, snaggle-tooth, fake tricks anyway...”
-Larry
ONE.
Wanda Bell drove
through the quiet, wooded suburban area with Southern Rap music blaring from her car. A native of Georgia, she could handle riding around with the windows down in her Civic, letting the city know what kind of music she liked.
She stopped at a mid-sized ranch. She leaned on her weak horn. Then she dropped the mirror and checked her makeup.
Out of the house came her friend and co-worker, Kennita Jones.
“You know my mother hates when you do that,” Kennita whined.
Wanda pushed back up her visor and mashed her lips together to get them both moist from the gloss. She said, “Do what, now?”
“Blow for me like you my pimp.”
“Shit, today, I might be. For real.”
“Funny.”
“Is your momma home?”
“No,” Kennita said as she crossed the car and got in the passenger’s side.
“Then she’ll be alright with me blowing the horn right now.”
They rode out in a rush.
Her friend was ready, Kennita thought, rocking the right uniform for the kind of guy Larry was. Wanda was draped in a pair of Red Monkey denim capris pants that looked painted on, a silver and black silk Prada blouse and a pair of black Gucci flats showed off her pedicured and pampered feet.
Wanda took a quick second to check out what her friend had on. Kennita wore a short, colorful, babydoll type of sundress with gladiator-type heeled sandals. Kennita was just plain old fine, Wanda marveled, because that outfit was corny, yet her curvy legs, pretty feet and sweet C cup of breasts made it an attractive outfit.
Kennita was quiet, looking out at the houses and trees as they went.
That worried Wanda, hoping her friend is not sad. Wanda asked, “You alright?”
Kennita sighed, “I’m cool.”
“Good, because this day is all about fun, remember that.”
“I do.”
“It's Friday, we are off together for the first time. Shit, let's have some fun. The kind of fun where dudes take us out like they love us, show us a good time and whatever happens, happens.”
“I don't know if I am down for all that. I mean, didn’t Chris Tucker say damn near t he same thing and their Friday ended up being drama filled?”
“Okay. I feel you on that. But do me a favor. You know I love you like a play step sister, but damn, just be down for having a good time. Do me that solid?”
Kennita sighed. “I want a boyfriend, a guy to hang out with, but not like this.”
“Like this? Please. What you talking about? A hook up is the best way. Larry, his fine ass, he's got some fine teammates, youngin’s he hang with. He'll do you right.
“This is all about fun. We need to have some.”
Kennita shifted to lean on the door and decided to not even consider what the night would behold. Fun was all she hoped for.
Wanda added, “Mr. Right doesn't know your address. He ain't going to walk up to your door selling carpet cleaner. He is out there. You got to go out to at least have him see you. It's Friday night, we are off together for the first time. Shit, let's have some fun. The kinda of fun where dudes take us out like they love us, show us a good time and whatever happens, happens.
“I don't know if I am down for all that. But we’ll see.”
“Okay. I feel you on that. But do me a favor. You know I love you like a play sister, but damn, just be down for having a good time. Do me that?”
Kennita nodded, and the nshe sighed and settled into her seat.
The pretty ladies were on their way to meet up with an Atlanta celebrity. They were to enjoy dinner and clubbing with college basketball superstar, Larry Graham. Wanda had lucked up and caught his eye and now they were set to spend a Friday with him. A night like that could lead to many things...Wanda hoped she would have a new friend with benefits and she had Kennita believing she would meet a nice guy through Larry, or just have a good time. Either way, Wanda told her, she needed this date to get out of the house and have some fun.
And also, the night wasn’t going to cost them nothing but their presence at a famous dude’s side.
Larry Graham was the man in Atlanta.
With his skills on the basketball court, Larry could have easily been the next Lebron James; he had damn near the same 6-foot-8 chiseled frame and ball handling skills and he was that good in high school. But thanks to the NCAA and the National Basketball Association changing the regulations, only a player with at least a year of college experience could enter the NBA’s draft.
The only reason he was at tiny Jason Benning College in Atlanta, a Black college known for producing entertainers, fashion designers, doctors and lawyers, was because he could barely read; but nobody was supposed to know that outside of the educational circles. There hadn’t been a Black college player to get his kind of attention in years. He single handedly took JBC to the NCAA tournament, their first time a part of March Madness since the 70s. But he and his undersized, lacking talent teammates got blown out in the first round. It was the first time he had ever lost a game by 30 or more points, Larry told reporters.
He was now a 20 year old, through with his freshman year, ready to ditch college for the NBA’s draft in June. He was going to be a top pick, and huge stacks of money were coming his way.
So what else was there to do for a young man through with campus life and about to be rich?
Have fun, was Larry’s answer...actually that was his plan for his entire time in college off the court all year. And that was all he was doing when he met the two sexy girls in a mall on the east side of Atlanta.
Ordinarily, Larry wouldn’t hook up with some chicks and have them meet him on a Friday night. Fridays on campus were wild, there was always a party, and always a good chance to get with a few sexy honeys afterwards.
But when he met the two fine young ladies working in the mall, he had to get with them the best way he could-even though he well understood that one of them hated his guts. It was the challenge that had him considering giving up a Friday night, the chance to defy the odds and get both of them young thangs into his Super King-sized bed. The one that liked him was a golddigger, he was sure, and thus once he got in good with her, he’d get the other one. Besides, she might hate him but she had to love money, he was sure.
So the superstar’s plan was to take them honeys to Justin’s, let them star gaze, let them see how he is loved out there in the world. All the while dropping a load of cash on them and by the end of the night, they would both be loving him and he would be fucking them.
TWO.
It was early
May, finals time, on the campus of Jason Benning College when Larry and them pretty girls were supposed to hook up.
Larry told them to meet him in front of the school’s academic center named after Jimmie Walker of Good Times fame. JJ had made a generous donation at the height of his fame, even though he had left high school in the Bronx for Hollywood before he got his diploma. They were supposed to meet at six and him and a male friend of his choice would take the girls off campus for dinner and clubbin’. The plan was for the girls to leave their car parked at the Walker Center because they were going to end up back there-finishing their night off in Larry’s luxurious dorm room.
It was just past six o’clock when the Wanda bumped her car onto the campus and it was still sunny and warm outside. The unforgiving Georgia sun and humidity seemed to strengthen as the evening came.
“This is it,” Wanda announced, “corny ass JBC.”
Kennita was hating this trip more and more, but when she stepped out of the car she couldn’t help but notice through the warmth how charming and inviting the quaint college campus was. They were surrounded by the school, the parking lot off the street and being in the center of big trees and three-story buildings.
“This is nice,” Kennita admitted.
Wanda said, “We looking for the Johnnie Walker center.”
“You mean Jimmie Walker?” the girl smirked.
“Yes,” Wanda snipped. “You smart now, huh?”
“This building says Willie Banks.”
“Well, I don’t know. Shit. I don’t go here.”
“Didn’t he tell you what street Walker Hall is on or how to get there?”
Instead of replying, Wanda took out her cell phone and called his number. She didn’t hear any of the normal noise of a call and put the phone to her eyes to see the phone was struggling to connect. She saw she had a weak signal. “Great,” she huffed.
Kennita kept her head spinning, doing what she had to do to make this date go smoothly, and she saw the route. “It’s that way. The sign says to take that path right to it.”
“Fine, then fuck it, let’s go.”
Wanda bitched more as they traveled. Had the ladies been paying attention driving onto the campus, they would have noticed many signs on the street that would have led them the right way. Instead, they had to walk just about a mile through the spacious institution of higher learning.
Kennita found her mind changing about the outing. All she knew about JBC before that day was that it was a private school and expensive. It was one of her choices when she was seriously looking to be a student. On the JBC campus, she was alive. The park-like settings seemed both calm and surreal. Everyone she saw, everyone she and Wanda passed, was at or very near her age and in her heart felt so much like her equal. She was in love. This was where she should be, she should be in the college atmosphere. She was at home at JBC; if she was choosing now this was where she would be.
The upcoming final exams were all that were on Ryan Slight’s mind that day but every now and then he’d take a break to admire the weather, and the fine women. How sweet the air was, and how pure, Ryan thought, and how attractive the women were, damned near nude while enjoying the hottest Friday in a while.
Oh, right about then, Ryan was glad he made the choice to come to Atlanta for college. Can’t beat this city for the women and the weather, he smiled.
Ryan was sitting under a shade tree reading a text book. Trying to prepare his mind for the psych test the following Tuesday. Ryan was popular around the school, known as a cool dude that’ll help you move a sofa, study for an exam, and pay a bill. Ryan was the catcher on JBC’s mediocre baseball team; they’d win some and lose many. He was good though, could have easily signed a deal but instead chose to appease his moms and go to college. He had chosen Jason Benning because it was in Hotlanta, a historically Black school, and it was where he had heard there were more hot honeys than in a beehive. He was rooming with his childhood friend, Al Haines. Al was a defensive end; a quarterback killer. His only job from his spot on the right side of the line was to get to the quarterback; hurting them when he got there was all his own idea.
The only down side of going to JBC was the idiots on the school’s basketball team. Them fools’ brazen attitude was hard to deal with before they made a run in the NCAA tournament, now they were worst than a local rapper with a record deal.
Ryan looked up from his book and to his dread three basketball players were coming his way. He shook his head and prayed they would just keep walking on by.
“Yo, bat boy, think fast!”
A basketball came flying and knocked the book out of his hand. He looks up to find he is surrounded by Larry and his male basketball groupies and some of the pretty girls of the school. After Ryan kicked the ball away, he noticed that all the girls rolling with the b-ball nuts were very attractive expect for the girl Larry was crowding.
“Stupid ass,” Ryan grumbled.
Frowning, Larry said, “Excuse me?”
“I said, thanks for the ball, stupid ass.”
Larry waved him off. “Dude, you a loser. Where is your boyfriend?”
“Your momma called and he had to go take care of that.”
“Whatever.”
A bassy rap tune chimed among them. Larry dug into his pants pocket and took out his cell phone. He answered and tuned his head away from Ryan. Still, he talked loud enough for Ryan to hear it all.
“Oh yes, I know who this is. I ain’t got nothing but time for you, babylove. You gonna do that what I asked you to do? Oh, then I am on my way.”
Ryan gathered himself to stand.
“You know what that was?” Larry asked, putting his phone away.
Ryan offered a middle finger in reply.
“Yes, a female caller. Love to stay and chat with you some more, but I have panties to rip. If your momma would have sent you money for a prepaid, you’d know about booty calls. Sorry, youngin’.”
Larry snatched the ball. “Whatever,” he scoffed. “Let’s leave him to play with himself. Watch, he gonna be staring at our asses while we move out. Give him something to whack off to.”
They all laughed and moved on. Ryan watched the fool and his entourage strut away, giggling like a group of elementary school girls on their way to a candy store.
When they were out of sight, and Ryan had reclaimed his spot, he saw two good-looking girls coming from their direction. He looked at them long enough to check out their assets. He did like he usually did, he checked out their legs, then their boobs, and when they were by him he admired their bottoms, and then he got back into his book.
On the JBC campus fine girls are a dime a dozen so he hadn’t paid them much attention. But when they came back he took full notice. These weren’t ordinary co-eds.
“There it is,” Kennita announced. “The damn Jimmie Walker Academic Center.”
“Hmm.” Wanda looked around for the end of this hunt.
“Nice building. Modern.”
Wanda scoffed, “It’s nice but I bet JJ wished he had that money back...”
Kennita smiled. Her attention, though, was on a pair of good-looking sorority-types. She watched the pink and green rocking girls saunter across the grassy lawn and into the red-brick entry of another building. She imagined what the co-eds were about to get into...
Wanda looked around and only noticed men that weren’t the one she wanted; the other females moving around were invisible.
Wanda exhaled a deep breath. “This the parking lot we should have been in.”
“We late though.”
Wanda looked at her watch and shook her head. “We only fifteen minutes late,” she said. “That ain’t nothing.”
“Seemed like we were lost forever. That pizza delivery guy was like, ‘how y’all end up here?’”
“He can go to hell. The fool.”
“You think he left? Got tired of waiting?” Kennita asked.
Wanda planted her plump butt on the doors of somebody’s shiny, black Jetta. She said, “He should have met us someplace real.” She checked her phone for missed calls; still no signal. “He should have came and got us, for real.”
“What kind of car does he drive?”
“I don’t know.”
They both saw the student reading under a tree only because he was the only human on campus not moving. Their eyes met his and locked. Then he looked away, not in shame or embarrassment, she thought with surprise, but as if he’d seen all he wanted and was withdrawing from the stare down.
They were crossing the grass to him. Ryan gathered himself. He shifted his legs and shoved a hand down to steady him as he stood.
The ladies looked a bit confused. They looked lost. They looked at him as if he had on a Mapquest uniform on.
He heard the thick one say, “Ask him.”
