Peaches & Lashaun Part 1 : How the Badest Bitches are Bred

After the guy, that claimed to love her deeply, dumped her a month after taking her virginity; it became difficult for Lashaun to mend her broken heart. She couldn’t bear seeing her ex-boyfriend gallivanting around with different girls all summer, so she begged and pleaded to her parents to allow her to visit her cousin Tara in Atlanta for the remainder of her summer vacation. It hadn’t been a week into her visit before she realized what her father meant when he warned that her sheltered suburban lifestyle hadn’t prepared her for inner city living (meaning: the projects). Before she arrived, Tara was bragging to her friends about how wealthy Lashaun’s parents were. The combination of her cousin’s bragging along with Lashaun’s shy and demur personality, gave the kids the impression that she was “stuck up”. A combination of too much information and differences of personalities resulted in Lashaun’s first “beat down” her very first night in Atlanta. Her cousin, feeling somewhat guilty about Lashaun’s added problems, convinced her to attend a get-together amongst the neighborhood kids to try to make amends with the girls that were involved in the fight, so that she could enjoy the rest of her summer vacation. Being a 18 year old, the summer was like a convict’s last meal before the electric chair. The offer couldn’t be refused.

A short black DKNY sundress draped Lashaun’s perky 34B’s and more than generous ass that was attached to a 5’3” deep-chocolate petite frame. The dress along with her favorite pair of black Dolce & Gabbana’s strappy sandals with rhinestones caused mouths to drop at her eleventh grade dance, but among a room full of beautiful half-dressed young girls of all ethnicities she didn’t make a significant impact. As they entered the lavishly laid apartment, every guy in the place was focused on her cousin’s provocative outfit which screamed “bootylicious”. Lashaun became nervous as she spotted a group of girls gyrating on some guys as everyone crowded around swaying them on. Lashaun made Tara promise to never leave her side, but twenty minutes later her cousin reneged on their verbal agreement and hit the floor. Lashaun found herself in a corner bobbing her head to the music in order to look less intimidated by the provocative dancing that was taking place. Her parents only allowed her to attend chaperoned school functions and family gatherings; therefore, the blatant drinking and pot smoking made her feel even more on edge. 

Feeling a little envious and betrayed watching her cousin having a good time bouncing her ass up and down to the rap song blasting over the stereo, she headed toward Tara to let her know she was ready to leave. Before Lashaun could reach her cousin, a tall light skinned black boy tightly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closely to him and inquired, “What’s up Sexy Black…You got a boyfriend,” as he practically forced her to sway with the music. Lashaun didn’t want to offend him or cause a confrontation, so she politely replied, “No… I don’t have a boyfriend, but I’m in a little bit of a rush. So could you please let me go?” Feeling rejected, the guy ceased the swaying but his grip became harsh and hurtful while implying, “What? You think you to good for a playa?” Lashaun didn’t know how to handle the peculiar predicament she was in, so she continued to civilly explain that she was in a rush. 

Just when she thought the guy was finally listening to reason, Lashaun received a strong shove from behind accompanied by a hard-hitting voice yelling, “Bitch! You just gonna keep on disrespecting me.” As Lashaun nervously turned around, she caught a glimpse of one of the girls from the previous altercation screaming at the top of her lungs. Before Lashaun could comprehend the words directed towards her, the young girl gave a swift yet effective punch to Lashaun’s jaw. Overpowered by the blow, Lashaun fell to the floor. It wasn’t till the girl began hollering “I better not ever see you around my man again,” accompanied by a couple of blows to Lashaun’s ribcage and back that she understood what the commotion was. She didn’t know how to fight, so she remained on the floor covering her face avoiding anymore bruising or scarring to her face. Peeping out the corner of her eye she spotted her cousin, once again, helplessly watching among the group of rambunctious teens yelling, “Fight…Fight…Fight.”

Feeling more pissed at her cousin’s lack of loyalty rather than the pain from the kicks and punches of the girl, Lashaun just continued to kneel face down on the floor until someone with an authoritative and, somewhat, parental tone screamed, “MOVE OUT THE DAMN WAY!!! Let that girl up.” Welcoming any assistance, she quickly clutched the unfamiliar hand reaching down towards her. Lashaun took a quick glace at the 5’6”attractive caramel body the hand was connected to and sincerely said, “I really appreciate you helping me,” as she proceeded to wipe the dust off her dress and knees. The gorgeous Good Samaritan began smoothing down a couple of fly away strands to Lashaun’s otherwise immaculate silky straight hairstyle and explained, “Don’t even trip. I was glad to help you.” Making sure to make eye contact with the young girls she knew had the problem with Lashaun she continued, “I know how these fast ass jealous girls can get when some real competition come around.” 

Pulling her out the midst of the stares and glares of the nosy teens, the young woman introduced herself as “Peaches”. She then began to explain how she was allowing one of the teenage girls in the apartment complex to use her place, because her mother would never agree to the illegal and vulgar behavior taking place. Interrupting their conversation, Tara ran up to Lashaun and asked, “You alright girl,” handing her a platinum hoop earring that was knocked off during the assault. Unmoved and unimpressed by Tara’s delayed concern towards her cousin’s well being, Peaches friskily snapped, “She alright now, but where were you at when she had her ass laid out on the floor?” Tara began to poorly and unconvincingly explain why she didn’t help her cousin. Tired of the excuses, Peaches began waving her hand in Tara’s face and stated, “You’re so full of shit.” Turning her back on Tara, Peaches grabbed Lashaun by the hand and led her towards her bedroom. Even though she was mad at Tara, Lashaun did want her to escort her back to the house; so she could call her father and let him know she would be returning home in the morning. Lashaun didn’t want to seem unappreciative to Peaches’s concern for her safety; therefore, she obediently followed Peaches’s lead. 

As Lashaun walked behind Peaches, she couldn’t help but ogle the small wasted, big hipped, big booty beauty wearing a pair of blue cotton short shorts with a white t-shirt smothering a pair of 38DD’s. Lashaun was intrigued by her confident and somewhat mannish walk. If it wasn’t for her ass and tits involuntarily jiggling, Peaches demeanor would have no evidence of femininity. While they squeezed through the crowd of kids, the young boys were virtually claiming their undying love to Peaches. Peaches continued to walk as if the room was full of invisible men. 

Peaches invited Lashaun to have a seat upon reaching the room. Feeling shy and intimidated, Lashaun decided to sit in the over stuffed chair in the corner of the room instead of on the bed next to Peaches. “So, tell me. What were you thinkin’ ‘bout when you decided to come down here for your summer vacation,” Peaches questioned as she pulled a sour apple flavored easy roll and a tiny vanilla envelope out of the night stand next to the bed. Lashaun, overwhelmed with emotions and feelings she had been suppressing concerning her breakup and the unpredicted current events, began to tear up. Lashaun needing to say what she was thinking aloud, began babbling, “After using and abusing me, my boyfriend all of a sudden decides he wants to see other people,” proceeding to hysterically cry she shouted, “And now I’ve gotten jumped twice by those wild and loud girls for no apparent reason!” 

Peaches feeling obligated to say something sighed and replied, “First of all, those girls are just jealous of you. Take it as a compliment,” focused on the herbal refreshment she was preparing she continued, “I don’t know your boyfriend, but do you really think he’s up there cryin’ over you?” Lashaun began to cry even more at the thought of her boyfriend enjoying himself while she has been in her own personal hell. Getting bored watching the pathetic scene before her eyes Peaches teasingly threatened, “Girl, If you don’t stop that silly cryin’ and carryin’ on, I’m gonna come over there and present you with your third beat down.” Lashaun uncontrollably bursting into laughter screamed, “OOOOUUUCH,” finally feeling the impact of the blows to her ribcage. “STOP! STOP! Don’t make me laugh,” tightly hugging her ribs. 

Patting the bed, Peaches gestured for Lashaun to sit next to her. Lashaun was feeling an unexplainable connection, so the sight of the blunt Peaches was lighting didn’t make her hesitant to jump on the bed. Peaches took a couple of puffs of the marijuana and pointed it towards Lashaun and said, “For the pain.” Wanting to know if she was doing it correctly, Lashaun looked at Peaches for assurance as she placed the blunt between her lips. Lashaun began to heavily cough after taking three consecutive powerful puffs of the weed. “Damn Girl. Next time don’t pull so hard,” said Peaches patting Lashaun on the back. Once the drug took affect, Lashaun began to look past the twenty-one year old girl’s tough persona and started to view her as a friend and equal. 

After about an hour of Lashaun openly discussing her breakup over a couple blunts and beers, Peaches asked, “Is all the pain you’ve been feeling worth it?” Predicting that Lashaun didn’t understand what she meant she quickly followed, “Did you get anything, other than hurt, out of it? Was the sex good at least?” The combination of the weed and the images of her continually broke & begging boyfriend’s quick and clumsily style of making love, made Lashaun burst into laughter. Peaches shaking her head, “Just as I thought.” Hopping off the bed to relight the incense Peaches added, “That’s why my number one rule is… Until I get the bling bling or some ching ching, no mans touchin’ this thing,” pointing to her private part. Lashaun wanting her words to sound serious instead of slurred slowly asked, “OK... Are you saying you’re aaaaa…Prostitute?