Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page B

granted. He nodded and put in his two cents when Nichols complained about her two sisters arguing, and he consoled her when she beefed about not being loved or wanted.
    Delray kissed Nichols on her neck tenderly, holding her tighter. “I got your back, baby. You wit’ me now, so you ain’t got to worry.”
    Nichols smiled at his words. Her heart had found comfort; she had found love so quickly, right around the corner. She was happy she just didn’t walk on by. They had known each other only for a couple hours, but she felt like Delray understood her completely. He was easy to talk to, he made her laugh, and he made her feel so secure, she wanted to stay forever in his arms. Nichols didn’t believe she was naïve. She was sixteen, smart, and knew about boys.
    Delray continued planting sweet, pleasing kisses against her neck, squeezing her waist tighter, and Nichols savored the moment. His touch was so inviting, the inside of her thighs felt like cream. She closed her eyes, relishing his strength and alluring scent. And though it was getting late, she wasn’t in any rush.
    Delray slowly turned in her direction, and his eyes met hers. He smiled. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
    Nichols smiled and replied with a meek, “Thank you.”
    Soon their lips touched, and their tongues became entwined. The taste of his fresh breath and the way his hands touched her skin made her purr with stimulation.
    After they kissed for a moment, Delray slowly pulled himself away from her, eyes locked with the young teen. He smiled proudly and said, “Come back to my place and chill. I’m not too far from here.”
    Nichols didn’t answer him. Instead, she stared into his tempting brown eyes, her eyes smiling back. She was hot and bothered, and was itching to feel the touch of a man inside her. She had witnessed her sisters’ promiscuous actions many times and had heard them and their friends boast about how great it was being in love, and being dicked down so good that their legs quivered when they came and their bodies felt stuck to wherever they lay after making love. Nichols was yearning for that feeling. She wanted to feel what her sisters and friends felt. She assumed she had found love with Delray, though she’d only been with him for a few hours, since her pussy was throbbing uncontrollably.
    “You down, baby?” Delray asked.
    “Yeah, I’m down.”

CHAPTER 11
    T he small room in the two-bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side reeked of weed and was cluttered with rumpled clothes, kicked-off sneakers, plates containing food remnants, and video games scattered across the squeaky Shaw hardwood floor. The walls were covered with posters of rappers, athletes, and voluptuous women, oiled and wearing next to nothing, and with the only piece of furniture in the room being an unmade wood platform bed positioned in the center, it resembled the typical bachelor’s crib.
    Nichols looked around the cramped bedroom. The place reminded her of home, so she wasn’t taken aback by the mess. Delray moved farther into the bedroom and removed his tank top, tossing it on the untidy bed and exposing his rock-hard abs. He was like a perfectly designed sculpture, his brown skin impeccably wrapped around tightly developed flesh that gleamed with sex appeal.
    Delray cleared the bed, tossing everything on the floor, and picked up the remote to the television. He then took a seat at the end of the bed, turned on the TV, and gestured for Nichols to join him. Nichols walked forward and sat closely to him, knowing what he wanted—sex. Feeling his hand slowly glide up her thigh and under her skirt, she knew she was making it too easy for him.
    He slowly leaned her back and cupped her breasts, positioning her for sex. “You like me?” he asked with a smile.
    “Yeah, I do.”
    “’Cause I really like you.”
    Nichols smiled and then felt him tugging at her panties. He gripped the sides tightly and tried to yank them off. At first, she