Tressa was a friend of my sister's when I was a kid. She was a young black girl about eleven or twelve years old. Her mother Alicia was a druggie and a whore.
We were all pretty poor in that neighborhood. Our mutual poverty made us color blind. We didn't have a lot of the same race issues that were going on in other parts of town. Whether white, black or Latino we were just a bunch of beans and rice eating slum kids. We all had roaches and mice. We all had dicks for landlords. We'd all had our electricity or water turned off at one time or another. We all wore thrift store clothes and we all knew what hunger felt like.
I was sixteen going on seventeen and in my sophomore year in high school. My family lived in a dilapidated two bedroom house that my step-father had converted into three bedrooms by placing my bed on the back porch and declaring it a third bedroom. I didn't mind. Hell, truth was I liked it. It was relatively private.
I liked to draw and I was pretty good at it. I had a lot of my own drawings thumbtacked to the walls. Warriors and beasts, skulls, dragons. I got my hands on some paints and painted my room walls with scenes out of my favorite fantasy novel. I would steal comics from the local comic book store and the quick mart and so stacks of comics were scattered around. I had a beat up stereo-casette player combo. Plus a NES and a bunch of games I'd gotten for Christmas (my mom bought them off a crackhead for practically nothing) sat on a plastic milk crate in front of my little 13-inch tv. By neighborhood standards my room was pretty cool.
Whenever she'd visit Tressa would always make excuses to come hang out in my room for a while, especially if my mom and step-dad weren't home and my sister was in a bad mood (as she often was, being bipolar - although back then nobody used that term).
I thought Tressa was pretty cute. She reminded me of a younger Thelma, the sister from that old show Good Times (played by actress Bern Nadette Stanis). Same complexion, same facial features. And she looked good in the school uniform she always seemed to wear because she didn't have many other clothes back at home.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about getting her out of that uniform most of the time. I was at the age when most of us guys think about sex constantly and are always hard or on the verge of an erection every waking moment. I was one big raging hormone. So it shouldn't be surprising that when the opportunities presented themself, I'd try and take advantage of them.
I'd get Tressa to sit on my lap a lot. I used to get my hands on a little weed from time to time or those miniature bottles of booze (Beefeater Gin, Popov Vodka, Crown Royal Whisky etc) and the rule was if she wanted any she had to sit on my lap while she smoked or drank. The whole time I'd have a rock hard boner. At other times I'd snag my parents VCR and she and I would watch my dad's pornos together.
Tressa would usually make faces and say eww and yuck, but I'd just laugh and tease her and she'd stick her tongue out at me and smile prettily.
One day after watching one of those old porn flicks I asked Tressa if I could kiss her. She said yes and so I leaned over and we kissed. After we pulled our heads away, I asked her if she wanted to see my cock. She said she did. I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out. She stared at it, grinning.
"I like it," she said. "It's not all gross and hairy like those old men on the tv."
I asked her if she'd suck it like she'd seen the women do on the porno tapes. She seemed embarrassed by the request but nodded. She scooted closer and leaned across my lap and started sucking it inexpertly. Just a simple cock in mouth, head bobbing movement. But it felt amazing to me. While she did that I reached a hand around and felt for her tits. I finally found a small soft lump on her chest and cupped it. I thought it'd be kind of an asshole move to cum in her mouth without warning, so I told her when I felt myself on the verge of blowing and she moved away. I ejaculated a wad of cum into the air and it splashed back down on my jeans leg.
"That gonna make a stain," she said. "I see it on my momma clothes all the time."
"It'll wash out," I said smiling. "So, is it ok if we fool around when you come over from now on??"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "My momma be beating my ass if she found out."
"She won't," I promised. "Nobodys gonna tell."
She shrugged again. "My momma just gots ways of knowing things."
I sighed. "Ok then. Well, it was nice anyway."
She smiled. "Yeah it was. I like you. You cute for a white boy."
I laughed.
"I better be going back home," she stood up. "I gotta make dinner for my sisters and brothers."
I needen't have worried. The very next day she was over again and this time even without the porn tape, she sucked my dick and we kissed a little.
"Not worried about your mom finding out??" I asked when we were done.
"I don't know," she said. "I guess I just decided I don't care."
"Good," I smiled. "Can I see your pussy??"
She seemed to blush a little.
"Aw come on," I prodded. "I showed you my dick."
"Ok," she stood up and pulled her dress up showing the white cotton panties underneath. Then holding her bunched dress in one hand, she used the other to pull down the panties and show me her bald brown pussy. I reach forward and ran a fingertip down the split, then reached between her legs and felt the warm soft slightly damp flesh. She smiled.
"Turn around," I asked. "I want to see your ass."
She did. Her ass was big and fleshy and beautiful. I ran a hand over it and used my thumb to pull apart the cheeks. "Damn. I want to fuck you bad."
"You can if you want to," she finally pulled her panties back up and smoothed her dress back down. "But not today. Maybe some other time."
"Starting today your my girl," I told her. "I don't want you dating no other guys. And if you need anything you come ask me and I'll get it, whatever it is. We got to keep this just between us, cause our parents won't let us be boyfriend and girlfriend because I'm older than you. But we're going to be together anyway."
She smiled. "Ok. I love you."
"I love you too baby girl," I kissed her and she left.
I fucked her for the first time three days later. She bled a little being a virgin and cried too, because it hurt. But she wanted to do it again the very next day.
After that we did it pretty regularly and whenever she needed something, whether it was a few dollars, some food or some mouthy kid put in his place all she had to do was come tell me.
It didn't last long though. Tressa's mother was busted for taking part in a string of robberies (she'd lure johns into a motel room for sex and then an accomplice would jump out with a BB gun and rob the terrified men) and sentenced to three years. When Tressa's grandmother refused to take her or her sibs in, the state took them all away.
I never saw Tressa again but to this day I remember our time together back in my youth. I've often wondered how her life turned out. I guess I'll never know. But for that one year back in the late 1980's my whole world revolved around that gorgeous girl.