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By El Peezy
Monday, November 03, 2008

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Katasha, a newly "conscious" sister comes back to her hood just in time for a block party where her childhood crush, Cosmo will be making and appearance. After seeing each other they try to pick up where they left off in high school, but find out that they have more in common than they thought when a night of catching up turns to a night of unprecedented sexual exploration for them both.


"Unh, unh...", Katasha started stankily, wrinkling her shiny cocoa nose as she tried desperately to round off her big brown afro by patting it with her small graceful hands in the bathroom mirror. Stay-Sof-Fro was all over her palms, making them a lil' sticky. she wiped them on one of the vanilla towels hanging from the wall.

It still wasn't perfectly round.

" Ooo, you make me sick sometimes!", she exploded in frustration , almost singing it.

   Her thick pinkish brown lips pouted sexily ,  her lioness light brown eyes widened dramatically. Shes ran a check on what her momma use to call " her goodies". Her dark brown eyeliner and mascara were catting her peepers up nicely.

Squinting cutely,  she blew a kiss at herself.

"Babay, baby!", she sang, imitating the voice of Biggie Smalls, gyrating her hips rub-a -dub style .


" DAMN GAL...", her country ass momma yelled loudly.


  Made Katasha jump real quick. After she collected herself she laughed. She was about to be 21 and her momma's voice still filled her with fear. Some old school mix cd  was blasting on the stereo. Her two younger sisters voices giggled and tried to sing along beneath it. The deep bass was making the floor vibrate.

Things weren't different at all. All was the same at home.

   Her momma was still dramatic, loud, still trying to be out on the town all the time, still  dating multiple sugar daddies. Her lil' sisters were fast , just like she knew they would be, sneaking into dance clubs and getting the latest fashions and jewelry by any means necesary. 

   It had been two and a half years since she had been around all of her family at one time. It was weird...not in a bad way, but weird nevertheless.

   Living in Manhattan without family and having to make new friends she had to reinvent herself to keep up with the faster pace. Her political and religious beliefs had also changed. She had also acquired a more expansive vocabulary , slang and otherwise. She found herself repressing the urge to use them around her family though , out of fear that they would tease or chastise her.

Newness bothered them.

   They were still tryin' to get used to the fact that she had cut all the perm out of her hair and wore jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. Their looks never escaped her.

   Her momma told her that she needed to " stop trying to be so plain", then later ,", what happened to your dress ethic ?".

   She was worst than her sisters though at their age when it came to clothes and jewelry though. Her hair had been long , flowing and fake. She packed on make up and was always laces in whatever chain, ring or bracelet. All the wanna be ballers in the neighborhood blessed her with something tryin' to get at her. None of them ever got close enough to taste her breath though.

See, Katasha was a closet nerd and read a lot. If her brain wasn't stimulated her mind began to wander away. Their conversation never did it for her. It was the same shit over and over.

It wasn' t like that talking to Cosmo though.



BBQ SAUCE: episode two


'...,but they never liked Cosmo', Katasha thought with immediate bitterness, remembering back to 1985 when he came knocking on the door to their flat to introduce himself to her fam.

She thought he looked like a skinnier LL Cool J.

   He was fly, or as she would've said back then he was fresh. he stood confidently poised, draped comfortably in a baby blue adidas suit top with matching suede shelltoes, and perfecly creased dark blue Lee jeans. The furry kangol and Cazal frames he was rocking were the cherry and whip cream.

" Wooowee, he was hot ", she started, going in on her fro again.

' least by them standards back then he was', she added within carefully.

  Most of the time they spent together was just around the hood, or at school. He was in two of her classes for two out of her high school years. they would write notes back and forth and sometimes help each other cheat.

   Not like they needed to though. They were both sharper than ginsu knives upstairs. Both of them also worked jobs after school and had younger siblings they had to watch when their mothers weren't around, which was most often in both  cases.

   They became good phone buddies too. They would talk for hours on the phone sometimes about nothing other than normal everday occurences. He had intersting perspectives on a lot of things and was ahead of his time in the intellectual department. At the same time, he was very aggressive and quite street.

She had wondered many a time in the past two years what had become of him.

   She accessed of few of their deep conversations in her memory banks. By far, he was the most interesting person she knew back then. They didn't get around to being intimate until it was too late. Senior year swooped upon them both almost as ast as their desire to get out of the hood to see more of the world.

They had almost did it once.

   It was at a block party barbeque in 1989. All the teenagers on the block threw a party at Momma Moe's crib. Momma Moe was the youngest momma on the block, also the youngest house owner. She was 20 with four kids.

   All the young ladies on the block bonded with her well because she was still young and cool. They could go to her house and do things their they didn't want their parents to see, like smoke trees, listen to explicit music, talk about people, gossip and drink.

   It wasn't the first party she had , but it was the livest. Her and Cosmo found each other there. Normally, during those times neither of them were interested in drugs , or alcohol, but that night they had both decided to indulge. They were feeling themselves as Seniors about to graduate and elt like they deserved to let go.

They drank a forty ounce and smoked a joint together out behind Momma Moe's garage while a dance contest went on.

They talked a long time, watching each other, giggling, cracking jokes.

  After the dance contest the DJ started spinning slow jams and they found themselves dancing with each other through most of the songs. It was like it was just them and everybody else was there for decoration.

Cosmo pulled her away from the party while Adore by Prince was playing. They went into Momma Moes house and found their way to one of her 'guest rooms'.




The bathroom door shook more this time.

Her momma screamed, snatching her out of her trance.







BBQ SAUCE: episode three

" Okaaaay Ma! Dizz-amn!", she erupted boldly, then, remembering how her momma used to bust her in the mouth when she cussed. She froze up a bit, lifting up her shoulders.

On the other side of the door her momma laughed and clapped her hands together loudly.

" Got'cho ass! Didn't I gurl?"

She walked away from the door, laughing.

Katasha relaxed and smiled.

   She gave her immaculately sheened, well condotioned , 360 degree round, dark brown fro one last final pat in the back and prepared to leave the bathroom.

   That night with Cosmo intruded up on her mind again, as though it couldn't wait to take her back to that moment again.

    No one man's hands that she had been with, and she had been with a few, had reached her inside as much as his did..., and they didn't even get to the main course. They were interrupted by a whole bunch of party people trying to find someplace secluded to sit down and eat the BBQ , which was quite late, without abandon.

Her pussy was in his right hand and her pants were down when Momma Moe banged frantically on the door then gave them a loud warning from the hallway.

" Niggas finna be up in tha spot in a minute cha'll. Betta get y'all shit togetha in there a-ight?"

Their eyes hand landed on each other with sudden caution and they snapped quickly out of their intense intimate realm.

Her juices had collected heavily in his gently cupped palm.

She could feel his hot blood pumping through them..., feel his concern for it, like a florist preparing a flower.

   She gasped and reached for his wrist to remove his hand. Cosmo complied fully. This was not the last way he wanted to be caught by his peers  before leaving to go to college, neither did Katasha. Shit, they both had images to up hold.

' Damn, that nigga's kisses melted in my mouth', Katasha reminisced vividly, licking her lips.

Both of them had been suprised at the intensity of their physical chemistry. As soon as they touched , both of them ignited like a comet trying to make it's way through the atmosphere.

   They were both snatched into a very exotic dimension....where they both had no control, and yet complete control...of how to physically deliver their inner passions and desires.

   The closest she had come to the feeling she felt that night was when she agreed to do XTC with an ex-boyfriend who was very attractive.

But even then, it wasn't the same.

She laughed at herself, before exiting the bathroom.

'Shit,...our weed coulda been laced that night fo' all I know.'

Cosmo Makes It To The Crib

  Cosmo plopped down on his momma's couch exhausted from his trip back from Brazil.

" Back up in the spizzz-ot ", he erupted weakly.

   His momma still had the very same furniture he would hide under as a toddler.

   A slight smile creeped across his chiseled caramel face. He needed to shave, his stubble had gotten off the chain during the long ass flight back to Chicago.

 Not too much had changed. His momma was stilll always on the go. She was supposed to pick him up at O'Hare, but left a message on his celly telling him that she had to be somewhere and he would have to cab it to the crib.

   Lucky he still had his key after not living there for five years. but even if he hadn't he knew the extra would still be in it's secret place: the mailbox.

   He had only seen his momma once in that five year time period. He sent her a ticket to Miami to spend some time with him right before he went to Cuba.

It started off good .



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