A Night To Remember: Janice & Terry Pt. 1
Janice always took long strolls in the middle of the night. The summer days were too hot for her to bear and she preferred a slight breeze over the blazing sun. Luckily, she lived in a neighborhood that was safe enough to. After all, there was a police station that was less than five minutes from her house in Silver Spring, Maryland.
One night in July she set out towards the town center. She wore the usual mini skirt, tank top, and shawl. She carried her phone in hand as it played music. Don’t ask her where she put her keys, id, or cash because most of her clothes didn’t have pockets.
She walked and took slow long drags on a Black & Mild. While looking at a text on the phone she didn’t notice the person walking towards her.
Terry was walking home after pulling a double shift at a hotel. He put his button-up in his back pack and had on a white tank top, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He refused to be caught off guard on his phone, too vulnerable. He saw Janice walking towards him doing the opposite of him.
If I was a stick-up kid, she’d be prey. As he inched closer he recognized Janice from around the neighborhood. The fat fly chick with the booty shorts and the cool bike. He noticed her, there was no way you couldn’t. She had a bright blue afro, and was always riding a bright purple bike.
He didn’t know fat chicks rode bikes, it wasn’t a common occurrence. He was always intrigued by Janice.
How old was she? Was she a DC girl or a foreigner? Did she have a man? Did she even like men? Where in the hell was she going on that bike?
He had to speak to her. Hey, watch where you going.
Janice stopped in her tracks. Here we fucking go. She looked up and saw Terry. Oh, he’s a small fry I could take him if it came down to it.
Mmmm she kept it pushing.
That was it? After all this time of wondering? Terry wanted more. Lemme hit that black. He was surprised when she took the cigar from her lips and put it to his so he could take a drag like it was nothing. So fucking sexy.
When he was done Janice took her Black back and continued walking. Terry stopped dead in his tracks
Where you going and can I come? Sure.
He did a little sprint to catch up with her.
What’s your name? Janice. You’re not going to ask what’s mine? No. I’m Terry. Terry, he liked the way she dragged the r’s out.
He fully intended on going home and beating his meat to “NYC Cop Hides Her Slutty Face” and falling asleep until it was time for him to get ready for work tomorrow morning. However, Janice had him in a trance.
A 7–11 convenience store was at the end of the street. They walked in silence and he realized she was playing some gangster ass music the entire time. Didn’t know who it was though. Who’s that? You don’t know Wu-tang? He heard of them but never listened to them in-depth.
Janice thought to herself, This dude is a square, what have I gotten myself into? She planned to ditch him after she made him buy her some rolling papers and munchies.
When they arrived at the store she was able to see him in the light. Terry was very polished and youthful-looking. Jet black skin, well-manicured goatee, fresh fade, innocent eyes. This motherfucker wants to smash my buns to pieces. She giggled, What’s funny?” She ignored him.
Ey, gimme a pack of Top papers, two single Black & Milds Wine, this apple fritter and water. He’s paying.
Terry was so caught up checking her out he didn’t notice that Janice demanded that he pay for her shit. I just met this lady, who does she think she is? He was low on funds too but he didn’t want to look like a sucker. After all, he ASKED to come along with her, meaning he had to give it up. It was under $10.
She had a really pretty face and soft looking skin. All of the colors in her outfit made her complexion stand out more. The teal green and bright pink accentuated her deep brown skin. Usually, he dealt with high yellow girls with simple looks. Janice wasn’t even fashion model pretty but she was bad nonetheless. Her energy shined through, it was so illuminating. He hoped the night didn’t end here.
As he pulled out his debit card a group of young men walked in. “Ayo Terry!” He recognized Eric Spader, his basketball teammate from high school. The dudes with him were some Ethiopian cats that wanted to be down. There were a lot of foreigners in the Silver Spring area. His family was Jamaican, his neighborhood was comprised of mostly East Africans and Nigerians. Eric was Jamaican too which is why they got along so well.
He went over to Eric to dap him up. “Yo, Terry, is that you?” He motioned to Janice who was grabbing her bag and walking out of the store leaving Terry behind. He didn’t want to cise it,
Nah man, slight work.
Alright bro, do you.
Eric kept his eyes on Janice’s legs as the door swung behind her. Baby’s calves look like they could break a nigga’s head. Terry was bugging, if it was him he’d be claiming that ass with no hesitation.
Janice rolled her eyes and sighed. Men always acted funny in front of their boys. It was aight, she was about to roll her a couple of joints, bake, stroll the club strip. On Georgia Ave there were multiple clubs and bars filled with lonely people searching for satisfaction at the bottom of a bottle. It never failed that while sitting on a bench someone would stagger along and sit with her. Either pouring out their soul or propositioning her for sex, most times both.
Janice just liked getting high and looking at the moon.
Terry looked around and no Janice. Damn, she’s gon leave a bruva like that. He walked out of the store and found her sitting on top of the sign outside of the animal clinic next door. Her head was down as she concentrated on rolling her blunt. He walked over to her and sat down without saying anything, not wanting to disturb. The pack she was rolling was loud as fuck and didn’t want to talk himself out of getting some.
She finished rolling and sparked up. She took a long ass toke and held the smoke in for 30 seconds, she exhaled and when he looked in her eyes they were red and lowered into slits. A bonafide smoker. She passed him the jay, got up and continued walking past the intersection of Fenton & Sligo Avenue.
A whole jay? She deadass gon bless me like this. Oh, shorty is lit! Terry walked with her.
Tell me about yourself. Really nigga?
Aight, how old are you? Twenty-three.
I’m 19. Fucking baby.
You ain't the older than me. You’re right, we are all 19 once.
Where you from? Not from here.
I figured that. Mmmm.
What that mean? Whatever you want it to mean.
You gotta smart ass mouth. So I’ve been told.
I like that though. Mmm. Where you from?
DC. But my family is Jamaican. What you doing walking so late?
Just got off of work. You?I like to walk.
You do this often? Every night.
Why? I’m grown.
Where’s your bike? What you mean?
I always see you on a bike. You be watching me?
C’mon Didn’t want the bike to bruise my pussy
How would it do that? I have on a skirt
And? Janice purred like Eartha Kitt, “IIII don’t have on any pantieeees.”
Oh shit! Down boy.
Do you be going to any of the spots on GA ave? Sometimes. Mostly, no. I enjoy being outside.
You enjoy nature. I enjoy the night.
You a witch or something? Mmmm.
She had to be a witch or knew magic because the simple conversation had the bulge in his pants growing.
Pineapples, isosceles, chitlins. Terry’s erection subsided.
Janice lit up the second blunt and sat down at one of the benches on Jefferson street. He sat with her and she turned towards him lifting her legs and placing them in his lap. Her mini skirt inched up. She took off her shawl and draped it across her waist. Anyone passing by would assume he was playing with her pussy. She must have sensed his tension because took the balls of her feet off his dick and rested them on his thigh.
You’re cool as shit.
She smiled and blew smoke in his face. Come here. Janice grabbed Terry’s face and put her lips against him. She blew smoke in his mouth and held his lips closed with her thumb and forefinger. His eyes grew wide with tension. Baby lungs.
Relax. Inhale. That’s it, 10 more seconds. Exhale through your nose.
Terry’s head felt like it was about to pop off but that one toke felt amazing. He was floating. The conversation flowed. Janice was into vinyl. Terry was home for the summer from school, he was an Engineering major at Penn State. He had a long distance relationship going on with a young lady named Bri he met at Penn, his eyes lit up when he spoke about her. She went home to Chicago for the summer and they agreed that it was best for them to have an open relationship rather than lying and cheating on each other as long as they protected themselves.
He was the youngest of two on his mother’s side, his sister was 12 years his senior and she lived on her own. His relationship with his mother was complicated, he loved his mom but felt like he’d never be the perfect son she expected. Terry’s childhood was wild, they moved around from state to state a lot which didn’t allow him room to develop friendships or stability. He knew his dad but didn’t have a healthy relationship with him. He had a host of siblings he didn’t know because his pops spread his seed far and wide. He loved the lord and used his relationship with God to keep him grounded through adversity.
Janice loved WuTang. That’s all he learned. She wasn’t from DC, she rode a bike which she didn’t ride tonight as to not damage her pussy, and she loved WuTang. She didn’t talk much, she listened very well and asked a lot of questions. He didn’t mean to tell her so many personal things but he felt comfortable with her, safe even. When she removed her legs from his lap he snapped back to reality.
Come on kid, let’s go.
As they walked back in the direction they came from he noticed Janice looked straight up at the sky, not paying attention to her surroundings. If there was a crack in the sidewalk or a pile of dog shit she’d walk right in it because she didn’t look down.
The bars were letting out and a couple of people randomly yelled out, “Miss BLUE!” Janice wagged her ass along still looking up, “What’s poppin?”
She started playing this song that had a very retro vibe to it with some ill rapping on it. It’d be 10 minutes since she spoke a word to him.
What song is this? Can It All Be So Simple.
He’d have to remember that. They were on the same street they ran into each other on.
You know I’m walking you home, right? It’s way too late and I’m a gentleman.
I respect that.
This dude is going to try something and I might let him.
As they walked he spotted his homie Eric on the opposite side of the street, they made eye contact and nodded. Eric had seen shorty around and wish it was him walking with her. If he ever had the opportunity he’d regard more than “slight work”.
Janice turned right on Mississippi Ave and they descended down a dark path of residential homes. She literally lived up the street from him. Terry stayed at the Sligo Ave Houses apartment complex. Sweet.
This is me. The house was two stories with a front yard full of blooming flowers. There was a white 2010 Mercedes in the driveway. Janice sat on a ledge and motioned for him to sit too.
Thank you, Terry, but it’s time for the night to end.
Wait, no exchange of numbers. No, let’s do this again. He was feeling her, hard. He didn’t want the night to end even though the sunrise was in less than two hours. He didn’t expect to smash on the first night but he figured Janice was a woman of many actions, and little words.
As Janice stood up and walked towards the door he grabbed her wrist, and spun her around. Holding both sides of her face and smothered her mouth with his and was delighted when she engaged back. They stood in the driveway passionately lip locking and tongue kissing. Janice bit his bottom lip, Terry sucked her tongue. Eventually, they came up for air. Staring into each other's eyes, breathless.
Janice pulled her breasts out of her tank top and Terry wasted no time nursing them.
Slow down baby.
He obliged. Terry caressed her breasts, kissed them, sucked them. Janice threw her head back in bliss.
His pants grew tight around his bulge and wasn’t no stopping it! Janice eased up.
Terry not here, not now.
But I fucking want you so bad right.
She blushed and he noticed the dimples in her cheeks. That was it, a Black baby doll. He was trying to put a finger on what she looked like all night. She had such an angelic baby doll face. Janice placed her hands on his shoulder to create distance
Give me your number.
They exchanged numbers and she tucked her breasts back in.
Look at what you did to me. Terry placed her hand on his bulge. Damn, don’t leave me like this.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled his joint out of his boxers. Raked her 3-inch acrylic nails up and down. For a young dude he was packing and he wasn’t even finished growing yet. Janice put her finger to his lips.
Go home and jack off, you’ll thank me for it.
With that, she turned away from Terry and put her key in the door. Before she disappeared from sight, she mentioned Terry, nice meeting you.
Janice was gone, Terry stood there with his manhood harder than Chinese arithmetic. He needed a release immediately. He’d rather it be on or inside of her but that wasn’t going to happen so soon. So he settled on going home and jerking off to “NYC Cop Hides Her Slutty Face”.
He walked the short distance to his home and texted her It better be a next time.
It would be.
