President Street Peep Show

Walking home from Junior High on Thursdays and Fridays was one the highlight of my 8th grade career, because of two sisters. They lived about four houses before my crib. I would speed walk, jog, and sometimes run if I was late. What was so important that I would haul ass possibly even breaking my neck to see?     Neeka, and Nyema, that's who, and though we've only glanced, looked from the corners of our eyes, stared at each other's faces in admiration and exchange pleasantries, we never had any lengthy conversations about ourselves. Neeka was the younger of the two and they attended high school. Both were tall and slim thick in stature, having light brown complexion in the fall and winter and reddish dark brown in the spring and summer seasons with beautiful skin that looked smooth as a babies bottom. Nyema loved wearing long micro braids. Neeka though! wore her hair straight but sometimes she would wear it in a bob, other times she'd wear asymmetrical hairstyles, you know where one side is shorter than the other, and the other side of the hair is long with the shortened side tapered close to the ear. They both rocked big fourteen karat gold bamboo earrings. The circular ones had their names slanted written across the middle. The triangular bamboo ones were my favorites. They also rocked regular gold and silver hoop earrings, a few had different color stones embedded along the hoop and these flower looking earrings too. They were tricked out with red, blue or yellow rubies in the center. Another thing I loved about them was they wore lip balm every single day, all season's long. Their lips were always popping, looking shiny and soft. You could smell the cherry, pineapple and chocolate scents. Geesh the fruity flavors smelled so delicious I would dream of tongue kissing the two of them. I caught them a few times not wearing any but their lips still looked the same, salacious.

They were two fly ass females that barely hung out outside on the block. I would almost never see them leaving for school in the mornings, believe me I tried. I wanted to see what kind of clothing they would wear. Lacoste, with their mainstream preppy look or Esprit, whose cutting edge color blocking schemes, sport attire and street fashion were probably the fliest girls brand of choice, or maybe Benetton with their many colorful clothing wear and knit sweaters that looked very very chic and high end. On a few occasions I would notice them wearing Guess, Karl Kani, MCM, Gucci, Levi 501s and Sasson Jeans. These ladies were very stylish and hood ecentric. Neeka wore these huge Chanel glasses, the frame was shaped like two gigantic cat eyes. I spoke about those glasses to all my friends. They were amazing to me, I had never seen anyone else with those particular kind of frames before. They made her look posh, elegant and sexy as fuck. I had to admit to myself that I was kinda smitten. Nyema liked Gucci glasses cause all her frames had the word Gucci on them. She had on a pair that had the word Gucci as the entire handle except for the part that went over and around her ear. I use to wonder what the fuck their parents did to afford such expensive clothing and jewelry. Then I remembered they had an older sister who was in the military, the Army to be precise. She was tall just like them, I don't remember much about her or what her name was, but she had short kinky dreadlocks and drove a tinted black BMW 633i with creme leather interior and a sunroof. She would visit on some holidays but I didn't really see her all that often. I don't remember what their parents looked like.

This unspoken thing, what was it all about? I had absolutely no inkling as to what Neeka, Nyema and I had between us, but right out of the gate, it seemed genuine, comfortable, safe and right. Like we belonged together, all three of us as one, and even though I was younger, they didn't seem to mind that at all. They began by waving at me one day as I was approaching their house. I always looked at the big window which was located in the front and on the second floor hoping to see them both cause they were constantly looking out of it. They always smiled so brightly and waved like they were inviting me in without saying to come in. I wanted to knock a few times but was a lil scared and intimidated by them being older. A couple of weeks later on a Thursday as I was passing by the house the two of them appeared in the window wearing their bras and panties, flashing lingerie smiles, showing off their beautiful toned bodies and waving at me. I waved back and kept walking. When I got home I dropped my book bag, ran back outside and stood in front of the house hoping to catch another glimpse but the window was shut and they were gone. The next day, on Friday, the exact same thing happened. Next week came, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday came and went and they were a no show. Then came Thursday and there they were again in their bras and panties, a different set. Their upper bodies slim with big boobs and flat tummies while their lower bodies housed heart shaped plumped firm butts and shapely muscular thighs posing seductively for me, fucking with my head, my young heart and inexperienced cock, which was hard as fuck and throbbing. The sexy tease had me lit and horny. Soon as I got home I went into my bedroom grabbed the baby oil, then headed to the bathroom and began to masturbate.

And so, this went on for a few weeks like clockwork. To be honest it was cool this thing we were doing to each other. I wasn't doing much except getting my fades with the short pointed side burns every Wednesday evenings and wore my fliest clothes on Thursdays and Fridays and would add a lil umph in my bow legged strut which bought out my grown and sexy. I would also think about boning the two of them together once I reached the block, that way I would be semi hard and position myself so they couldn't miss seeing the bulge in my tapered Lee jeans or Perry Ellis jeans. The first time they saw my cock print they looked at each and silently said damnnnn! then looked at me, raised their eye browses, made an umm gesture and gave me a nod, like yeah lil nigga you got what some grown men wish they had, swag.          
Now to my surprise one Friday a beautiful naked body appeared with no head visible, then soon after a second nude body appeared and started the sexy dancing then quickly vanished. They left the blind so that it covered their face and I could not tell Neeka from Nyema. It was driving me wild and insane that I could not figure out who the fuck was who. While I was masturbating I would play switch the heads inside my freaky, kinky nasty thoughts. I would nut until my cock began to hurt. I swore to myself that I wasn't saying shit to nobody, and I didn't. This went on for a few more weeks, then one day as they were doing their thing, I opened the gate, went up to the door and rang the bell. No one answered, I stood there ringing the bell for what seemed like and eternity but no one came down to confirm my assumption about the three of us. Then it hit me I should shown them that thang that made them go umm!          
           
The following Thursday I did not see them, on Friday I did not see them either, neither the following week or the weeks, month, months after. It, this unspoken thing between Neeka, Nyema and I ended so abruptly that as I moved on the only thing I could say to myself was "Fuck it, guess I can't miss what I never had." But the potential was there to have something truly wonderful, unique and magnificent. Where did I fuck up the possibilities though?    
I heard through errant conversation one day as I was standing unnoticed in the back but off their sixes of these two dudes that some older cat, a high yellow buffed out special ed looking nigga who lived on the next block, was banging the shit outta the two of them. I went home and cried my eyes out privately, I felt kinda disappointed, hurt and abandoned. I didn't get it then but when I got high school though! 😍