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sheabuttahwrites · 2 years ago

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in the Morning

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sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared.

“I can take your jacket.”

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands.

“Here, I got you.”

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away.

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already.

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.”

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me.

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off.

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.”

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?”

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.”

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip.

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed.

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?”

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking.

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play.

“Boy, what? This my shit.”

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge.

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed.

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam.

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.”

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense.

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had.

“I’m glad I chose this cut.”

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose.

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display.

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking.

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.”

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life.

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes.

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.”

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away.

“Now catch it. Inhale.”

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff.

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me.

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad.

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer.

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go.

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over.

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat.

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?”

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.”

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plussizeappreciationfics · 5 years ago

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OS: The real one

Pairing: Yahya Abudl Mateen II x Plus sized reader

Warning(s): NSFW 18+only, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up)

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“I need to stop this…” you whispered while shaking your head, feeling like an idiot for actually having acted like one. Your eyes were focused on Yahya, your boyfriend of four months. He gave you a disappointed look while shaking his head, the thick tension in the air making it clear that he was angry at you.

“This is an issue we need to discuss, [Y/N]” he said in a sad tone despite his angered emotions. He then joined you on the edge of your bed, his hand gently placed on your thick thigh while his eyes focused on your face. You avoided his intense gaze for a few seconds, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes but quickly blinking them away. Crying wasn’t what you wanted to do right now.

“Please tell me why you’re behaving this way so I can help you fix it. I won’t judge you, babe. I just need to know why you’re sabotaging our relationship” It was undeniable that Yahya was hurt, but he was more than ready to listen and learn why you had been doing the things you did because it was starting to take an ugly turn on your relationship and neither of you was happy about it.

You took a deep breath and looked him back in the eyes again, his beautiful dark brown ones making your heart flutter in your chest. You loved this man to pieces, but your ugly past relationships had caught up on you.

“The reason why I have been self-sabotaging our relationship is because I-…You’re perfect and I feel like I don’t deserve this. Every person I’ve been with has ended up breaking my heart…” the truth was finally out and you felt your heart pound against your ribcage as you knew that you needed to dive deeper into your bad experiences.

Yahya frowned sadly and took your hand in his, kissing the back of it before letting out a disappointed sigh. He had suspected that you had gone through some shitty things with your ex-partners, so finally getting the confirmation wasn’t too pleasant for him.

“I’ve dated people I loved so much that I was willing to change for them, take up new habits and make everything go their way. All that succeeded for a little while…but they eventually stopped making an effort in keeping the relationship alive. I had to give my 100% and get nothing in return.

I spent countless of nights crying myself to sleep because I knew that this would happen. With. Every. Single. Partner. It’s like they all disguised themselves as these perfect angles and the second I agreed to a relationship with them, they removed the façade and revealed that they were just vultures: sucking the love and happiness out of me and leaving me with no energy” you took a deep breath and let your shoulders slump in disappointment.

“It got to the point where I started to believe that I didn’t deserve true happiness, Yahya. That every single lover I’d meet would find a way to break my heart all over again. It took me a long time to realize that nothing of that is true. That I deserve all the love and happiness in the world just like everyone else.

But unfortunately, my old habits have come back stronger than ever since I met you. Because I’ve never felt so much love and joy with anyone but you, babe”. Yahya couldn’t help but lean in and sneak a quick kiss from your delicate, soft lips. “I feel the exact same” he confessed while feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

“You’ve never made me feel worthless, never disrespected me in any way whatsoever and never made me act a fool due to any type of stupid shenanigans. I am terrified because I’m so happy. I keep telling myself that something’s bound to happen that will leave me heartbroken so I started to act out on my feelings” you finished with a shameful sigh.

Ever since getting with Yahya, he had never failed to deliver the love, affection and security you needed and deserved. He was the first guy to ever really love and appreciate you and wish to plan your future together, no bullshit and broken promises. Seeing that he actually was dead serious about his plans with you, the frustrations of him not treating you shitty started to get to your head. When your frustrations hit the peak, you suddenly were a clingy and jealous mess, demanding Yahya’s location and accusing him of cheating on you when he wouldn’t respond to your text messages (because he was obviously working).

Today was supposed to be a date night, but Yahya cancelled it when you tried to pick a fight over a dream you had about him. He watched in great pain and confusion how you tried to explain that your dream was a sign that he was bound to do something hurtful to you. When he didn’t react the way, you wanted (or let’s say how your exes did by yelling and gaslighting you), you finally realized that you had taken things too far.

“[Y/N]” Yahya gently whispered and brought your intertwined hand to his soft lips again, kissing the back of yours while closing his eyes in pain. “I am so sorry for everything you went through. No one should ever go through so much pain to the point where they start believing that it’s what they deserve. No one.

I can finally see through you and I’m not mad at what you’ve done. I’ve shown you countless of times that I truly love you. I want to marry you, have kids with you and grow old with you [Y/N]. But you have to believe me, my words and actions…”

You nodded your head in agreement and already believed in your happily ever after with your boyfriend. Now was the time to stop assuming the worst and finally give into the indescribable emotions he made you feel.

“I’m so sorry for doing the things I did” you apologized and wrapped your arms around Yahya’s neck, feeling at peace in his strong arms. He wrapped his strong arms around your thick waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicate scent and immediately feeling like floating on cloud nine.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you”.

Hearing those words made your heart swell in your chest, the tension quickly vanished from your body while your lover gently picked you up and threw you in the middle of the bed. The air immediately got thicker once you saw him bite his lip while positioning himself in between your spread legs.

A soft moan escaped your lips while you quickly tugged at your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it on to the floor. Your lover did the same with his, your arousal gathering in between your legs the second your eyes landed on his toned upper body. The tight muscles flexing while he then quickly moved to his own shorts and yanked them off.

“Gosh do I want you, [Y/N]” Yahya groaned when you slipped out of your sweatpants and underwear and then palmed his hard length through his boxer briefs. Feeling him twitching in your hand made you let out a soft moan, “Then have me”.

That was all the confirmation your boyfriend needed before he leaned down and placed his hand on either side of your head. The warmth his beautiful body was radiating onto you had your stomach in delicate knots. Feeling him so close and heavy on top of you was pure heaven.

“Look at me” Yahya groaned while removing his boxer briefs with one hand before placing his throbbing thickness at your already drenched entrance. “Please” you begged and grinded your hips upwards, dying to feel him buried deep inside you.

The actor chuckled deeply and then teased your swollen and sensitive clit with the head of his length, the intense feeling leaving you a shuddering mess while you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his skin.

“Yahya…” you whimpered while staring deeply into his eyes, not knowing for how long you’d be able to handle the delicate teasing.

“[Y/N]” he growled as he looked down and saw that his whole length was covering in your arousal, that being a magnificent look.

Without a further word, he surprised you by slowly sinking into you with one, deep thrust. “Oh!” you cried out and clenched your eyes shut, your inner walls being stretched deliciously. “Oh, baby” Yahya murmured before placing his head in the crook of your neck, a shiver running down his spine as you felt heavenly wrapped around him.

He gave you a good minute to get used to his impressive and throbbing thickness, the tender kisses he left up and down your neck being a beautiful distraction before you felt ready for some friction.

“Move” you gently spoke, making him lift his head and smile down at you. His bright smile made you copy his action while his hips slowly started to move against you, his strokes deep and steady.

The room was quickly filled with your loud love sounds, the delicate sensations of having your boyfriend buried deep inside you leaving you breathless and shaking. The two of only stopped staring at each other to share some passionate, French kisses or when the pleasure become too much, you had to clench your eyes shut and let it wash over you.

“Baby!” you moaned out loud and arched your back, your eyes shut and your legs shaking. Yahya’s throbbing length had just hit your weak spot and that immediately triggered the delicious knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

He felt your inner walls tense up around his length and he had to clench his hands into fists, trying his best not to cum right now in that moment. “I-I’m close” he growled before staring down at your beautiful face that was covered in a light layer of sweat.

He leaned down and captured your soft lips in a kiss so intense that it made your toes curl while the knot in your stomach only got tighter. You had no energy left to make a sound, just kiss the love of your life with the last strength in your body before feeling your orgasm wash over you.

“Ah…” you whimpered in a high note, the earth shattering waves of ecstasy washing over your body, your inner walls clenching themselves around Yahya’s now twitching length. A weak moan left his lips before he also was thrown over the blissful edge, his whole body shaking while he released himself deep inside you.

Yahya fell on top of you, his heavy weight being welcomed by you. Loud panting filled the room while you slowly felt your bodies recover from the breathtaking highs. He still was buried inside you, but you didn’t mind that at all. The moment still felt intimate and beautiful.

“I love you so much, [Y/N]. You’re my person” your boyfriend whispered in the crook of your neck; his arms now wrapped around your thick waist. “I love you too, my person” you whispered back happily, feeling his heartbeat slowly sync with yours while you slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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II.

“Mhmm. So, Yahya, what’s on your mind?”

He raised his brow before he spoke. His face was so expressive. “On some real shit?”

“I mean, if it’s not too much to ask.”

“Aight, then. I'm thinkin’ about that lil robe you got on.”

I glanced down at the lightly colored silk draped over my body. “What about it?”

“…Mostly what’s up under it.”

“Ooooh,” I sang, nodding through the realization. “So, that’s why you wanted me to stay. Ok.”

“Naaah!” He succumbed to his own laughter, dropping his head down into it. “You asked. I'm just bein’ honest.”

“Mhmm… you really wanna know what’s under here?”

“If you wanna tell.”

“I’ll tell you… since you so cute.”

“Mmmm. But check out my view, though.”

“Anyway.” I rolled my eyes, showing him all of my teeth and gums. I swear this man had me so outside my element, it wasn't even funny. I never acted like this. But, my goodness, I was so attracted to him, I just couldn't help myself. “It’s a sweatsuit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. Joggers with the matching hoodie.”

“They must be invisible then.”

“Yeah,” I said, checking out my outfit for myself once again. “This some exclusive shit Nike just dropped.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Fresh, right?” I looked up just in time to catch his reaction, admittedly excited to see if he could play along.

“Some of the freshest shit I ever seen. I gotta tell them that’s a good look.”

Ok, he was just as crazy as me. I laughed way too hard. Way too hard. “So silly.” Then I pulled the shoulder of my robe down some, exposing the strap of my bra and covering it again. “But there’s a little something underneath.”

“Let me see.”

“See what?” I frowned, but it was overshadowed by a sly grin. I knew what I was doing, I wasn't confused at all.

“That exclusive shit you wearin’.”

“Well… if I show you, it won't be exclusive anymore.”

“Ok, ok,” he nodded, returning my sly smile. “So, Miss Exclusive, anybody don’ snatched you up?”

My face went sour before I knew it, but I reeled it back. “Not at all. They be trying, but I be ducking ‘em and dodging ‘em like the police.”

He busted out laughing after I showed him an example of my clean, swift technique. “Damn.”

“I ain’t playing, I’m like The Matrix,” I half joked, laughing with him. “What about you, though? Anybody made an honest man out of you?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but sudden awareness stopped him and narrowed his eyes. “…Is that a trick question?”

I fell out. “Are you single or nah?”

“I am.”

“So, you still in these streets then. Ok.”

“Haaa! You got jokes, huh?”

“I’m just messing with you.”

“I know. I don’t mind.”

By this point, that beautiful smile had become a permanent fixture on that beautiful face of his. And it was pushing me further and further over the edge, no matter how much I didn't want to admit that I was affected. The pressure was palpable, and it was so effortless. I mean, all he was doing was sitting there and I was extremely bothered. Omarion would be so disappointed. Still, baby was looking good enough for a chick to crawl right through the screen. And you could call me Samara.

“Your smile is so nice,” I finally said. He probably already knew, but I just had to tell him again.

“Thank you. I’m enjoyin’ yours as well.”

“Mhmm.” As I sat in unusually comfortable silence waiting for the conversation to carry on, I found myself playfully twirling my earring. Whatever. There was no need to try and hold back now. Might as well just go ahead and lose the rest of myself in front of this man. As my stubborn interior obviously conceded to my pitiful exterior, I could hear ‘In The Morning’ by J. Cole start to play.

“I hope you don't mind, I needed some background noise.”

“Oh, no worries. I love this song.” Instinct and a spellbinding beat closed my eyes as I began to vibe. Yahya turned the volume up some.

“You wanna strip to it?” He started to crack up straight away, probably only to hide the fact that he wasn’t playing.

“You so rude. Nasty self.” I rolled my eyes, but his laughter was contagious. “Nobody’s asking you to get naked.”

“You gotta try me, mama. You never know what you might get if you just use the right words.”

“Oh. Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok.” If he wanted to take it there, I was just the one to test how far he was willing to go. “…Take off your shirt.”

With no form of hesitation, he reached to the bottom of his long sleeve tee and began to pull it over his head.

My eyes popped open. “Oh my gosh, you are big.” The words had slipped out of my mouth without a single thought. Sooo embarrassing. Naturally, I had to hide my face after that. My eyes backpedaled, squeezing themselves shut, and down into my hand it went. “Ooh, I did not mean to say that out loud.”

“You meant it, though.”

“I did,” I cried, shaking my head at myself and making him laugh. “I bet you work out constantly.” As soon as my eyes were on him again, the fight to not stare was on. He looked like a home cooked meal and I had gone unfed far too long.

“Mmm, lately. Not always, though.”

“See, I can't be bothered. I get in about 2 or 3 workouts a week. Just to stay active.”

“More than most.”

“If I had the discipline, I could look like you,” I said, looking over at the thickness of my arm as I showed off the nonexistent muscle definition. He chuckled.

“You don't need to look like me. Trust me, whatever you doing, keep doing that shit.”

“I do have an ab. If I suck in real hard and hold my breath, it’s right here.” I sat up some and grabbed the upper right side of my stomach. “Why you laughing? I’m for real.”

“Nah, be proud of your ab.”

“I am,” I giggled. “I’ve been trying to get it a lil companion across the way.”

“Well, I have six over here I could introduce it to. Maybe they can be friends.”

“That does sound like a lot less work for me.”

“I mean, not necessarily. It depends.”

That amused disgust from a little earlier found its way back to my face. “What it depend on?”

“A lot of things. But mostly how well they get along. They might really like each other, in which case, it could mean a lot more work for you.”

“But will I like this work, though? Because this doesn't sound like something I would be opposed to.”

“You might run from it at first, but I think you'll like it.”

“Nah,” I quickly objected, half my face crumpled as I shook my head, “I don’t do too much running.” I watched as his grin grew along with mine, punctuated with a cute ass laugh. He glanced down just as I was biting my lip. Wooo, lord.

“Aight.”

I needed something to change the subject, and fast, before my panties melted right off my body. He started to fiddle with the hair on his chin and I saw my opportunity. “Do we both have wrist tattoos?”

“Do we?” He looked down at both of his. “I have one on each wrist, actually.”

“Oh, I only caught a glimpse of the one. Let me see.”

“This one right here is me and my dad.” There were two little stick figures, one taller than the other. “And this one is a ladybug for my mom. She used to call me Bug.”

“Oh my god, that’s so sweet. Me and my sisters got this together.” I showed him the heart connected by the first and last ‘S’ of the word ‘Sisters’ written in cursive across the width of my wrist. “Well, not the youngest one, but she will one day.”

“That’s dope. Yall must be really close.”

“Thank you. Yeah, we are.”

He nodded. “Well, that’s it for me. You got anymore?”

“Just one. I want more, though. A lot more.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Is it ok for me to see the other one?”

“Um,” I looked toward my ankle hanging over the edge of the bed, wondering how I would get it into the camera, “…yeah. It’s at the bottom of my leg, though, so let me see how I’ma do this.”

“Aight.”

“Uuuuh…” I put my foot up onto the bed and tried folding the top of my computer down to the inside of my ankle where my two little butterflies resided, but it didn't work.

“Girl, I can’t see shit.”

I smacked my lips, laughing right after. “I know. Hol’ on.”

“Work it out. I’m just playin’ with you.”

“Mhmm.” I sat there for a few more seconds before the perfect solution hit me. “You know what? I’ma stand up.” I made sure my robe was nice and secure then used the headboard to carefully stand to my feet right on the bed. “Can you see it now?” I asked, holding the tattoo up to the camera and trying to keep myself balanced. “And hurry up before I fall.”

I couldn't see his face anymore, but I could clearly hear him laughing. “Ok, I see it. Now come down before you hurt yourself.”

“This one doesn't really have any meaning, I just thought it was cute. Got it when I was nineteen.”

“It looks good, though. I like it.”

“Thanks,” I said, settling back into my original seat. “Now let me see more of those muscles.”

“Huh?”

“Get up. Let me see.” And, just like that, I was back on my bullshit.

“You serious?”

I nodded with all the certitude.

“You want me to stand up and flex all in the camera?”

“That’s exactly what I want.” I smiled sweetly as I prepared for multiple wins. “You told me to ask, right?”

He chuckled before shrugging that big bulb of a shoulder. “Aight.”

He stood reluctantly and backed away from the camera, and as more of him became visible, I began to realize just how huge he really was. Even more features that made it hard to explain my insane attraction. I didn't usually go for super built, super tall guys, but something must've been in the air. Either that or somebody’s prayers were working for me.

It didn't take him long to shed whatever inhibitions he had, hanging his thumb on his waistband as he licked the corner of his lips. His eyes went down and I made sure to follow closely as he brushed his huge hand over his abs, lowering his other arm beside him and flexing his tricep. Two gold chains shone against his deep brown skin as muscles rippled all over his upper body. If not for my unbreakable focus, I could've laughed at his earlier attempt to make me believe he didn’t want this attention. He was lapping it up. And so was I.

“Flex.” He looked up at me, already smiling. “Show me the guns.” We both laughed, but he very kindly gave me what I wanted, grunting and digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he did. My mouth almost dropped when his tongue came out. Every part of this man had to be big. All of it.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Just like that.” Arms were my favorite, and the way he had chosen to bedeck their moment was it for me. That’s when the visions of all the possible ways I could be absolutely wrecked started to permeate my thoughts. He even turned around and let me get a view of his back. Lawd hammercy. I decided to lie down, propping myself up on my elbow and resting my head in my hand as I savored this moment. This incredibly yummy moment.

“I ain't ever did no shit like this.”

“Well, you're doing amazing.”

I needed a stack of ones, honey. He even had on sweats that were just low enough for me to peep the black Calvin Klein band flush against his waist. Some real sexy shit.

“Damn. You look great.”

“‘Preciate that. And this concludes your preview of tall, dark and handsome.”

“But what if I want the full production, though?”

I fell out laughing as his shocked, yet cheesing face entered my sight.

“Shit, you know where I’m at.”

“Anyway. How tall are you?”

“Six-three.”

“Sheesh. You're almost a whole foot taller than me.”

“You short as fuck.”

“Ok.” I rolled my eyes, tone dropped all the way to the floor. “Relax. I’m not short, I’m five-six.”

“Nah, you short,” he laughed. “But I never had an issue with short women. I know how to squat.”

I was trying so hard not to, but I was about to fold like lawn chairs in a few minutes. I could feel it. “You goofy.”

“Sometimes. But hold on a second, I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.”

He got up to leave, but as promised, he kept it brief. When he returned, though, he wasn’t alone. Tucked between his perfect pout was a lit blunt, and he was pulling from it as he came back to the screen.

“Had to go roll up real quick.”

“Oh, ok. You one of those.”

“Yes, ma’am, I am.” He looked directly at me and shamelessly took another drag. And we shared yet another laugh.

“I’m playin’.”

“So, I’m guessing you don't smoke.”

“Nah, I don’t.”

“I know you do something. How you unwind?”

“White wine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, it’s a must. I have a glass almost every day. Sometimes a couple.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“Mhmm.”

Words took a pause as I lay there just admiring his beauty. I watched as the smoke danced around his features and as his eyes got lower and lower. Then that little spot between my thighs picked the conversation up in my place. With her loud ass. Yahya pulled from the blunt again, but, this time, as the smoke rolled from his mouth and nose, he licked those thick lips. At that moment, I knew it was over for me. It felt like the hand of Zeus went down and thumped the shit out of my already distressed coochie. My breath got away from me for a second, but I was able to recover; for the most part. I crossed my legs and started to squeeze my thighs together with the force of a thousand men, still trying to hide the fact that I was completely thrown off my game.

“So, you ready to show me what’s goin’ on up under there?”

I slowly untied my robe and let it fall open. He had no idea what I was ready to do. Or maybe he did. Most of my sheer, pink bra had been uncovered, so I let go of the sash and traced my fingertips tenderly across my breasts. “See?”

“I do,” he nodded. “They look good.”

“They do, huh?” I reached to undo the front clasp, emptying the delicate cups, showing him just how good it could get.

“Oh, it’s like that?”

“You know something?”

“Nah. Tell me.”

“You are fine as fuck.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” I laid back, finally allowing my legs to part. My robe left the rest of my body as I made myself comfy on the decorative pillows that had gone untouched behind me. I never laid on those pillows. “Got me actin’ all wild. Like I ain’t got no home training.”

He just smiled, silently focused on me and my e-misconduct. I took one of my breasts into my hand, rubbing my nipple as I slid two fingers into my mouth using the more dominant one. Smoke continued to flow from his lips, and his lusty eyes took in all that they could see. Too far gone, I guided those fingers down into my panties.

“It’s wet, huh?” he very confidently asked me.

“So wet.”

“Rub on it.”

I licked my lips and released a slow, but terribly frustrated breath. “I wish you were here to help me take care of it.”

“I got you, baby. Just do what I say.”

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III.

My eyes came open, greeted by the sun spilling in through the curtains. And, for about a second, everything was all good. In my limited consciousness, last night didn't even happen. Hell, I didn't even remember who I was yet. After a good, deep stretch, I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing and it all hit me right in the gut. I grimaced through a yawn, capping it off with an aggravated groan as I sank deeper into the bed, pulling the covers over my head. Maybe I should've tried that shit last night. A full-on tantrum ensued with legs kicking and arms flailing. I was so pissed at myself, for a few reasons. For one, I had shown way too much interest. Especially in someone I hadn't even really met. The smiling and blushing were also very excessive. And the worst part; the part that shall not be called by name. Neither my guard nor my clothes had ever come down so easily. How did I let him do that to me?

I flung the covers back, but laid still in disbelief. I had to tell somebody. Somebody who wouldn't judge me had to hear this mess, and I knew the perfect person. So I made myself get up and I hopped in the shower, threw on some clothes, and headed right over to her place.

I rang the bell and Koree answered the door, but I didn't get the smile I expected. “Hey, girl. Why you looking at me like that?”

She shook her head. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to come over. And I knew you wasn’t doing shit, sooo...” I walked in and she closed the door behind me.

“Whatever,” she laughed. “You don’t know what the hell I was doing.” I just looked at her, waiting to hear how I was wrong and she smacked her lips. “Shut up.”

I hollered. “Oh, ok.”

“Anyway, I was in the room. Just popped a bottle.”

“White?”

“Yep.”

“Oooh, I’m just in time. Let me go get my glass.”

She laughed as I bounced my shoulders toward her kitchen. “Ok. I'm up in the room, though.”

“Aight.” The biggest wine glass she owned had always been my favorite, but I certainly needed it today. Luckily, it was right at the front of the first cabinet I checked. Almost like it knew I was coming. “What you watchin’?” When I walked into her bedroom she was sitting on the couch already having a sip.

“Torturing myself with this ‘Delicious Miss Brown’ marathon.”

“Ooh, girl. Her food be looking so good.”

“Don't it?”

I dropped my bag on the couch before sitting down and putting my glass out to her. “You was getting ready to kill this whole bottle by yourself, huh?” I asked while she poured me up.

“And you know this.”

I cackled, focusing on the TV as the commercials came to an end. “Ol’ drunk.”

“Mhm. So what you really come over here for?”

Confused, I gave my attention right back to her. “What?”

“You never just pop up on people. I mean, you know you’re welcome here, but you always call or text first. So what’s going on?”

She was right. I was strongly against unannounced visits. In fact, I hated them. But I was so out of it that it hadn't even dawned on me to hit her up first. I couldn't even try to lie.

I groaned, taking my eyes down to my lap, then I chugged my entire glass of wine. When I held it toward her for a refill, her face let me know I was gonna have to explain myself.

“Girl! Start talking.”

I smacked my lips and sat the empty glass on the end table. “Koree… I did something bad.”

“Bad how?”

“You know I was on Skype last night…”

“Oh lord.”

“Don't do that.”

“Ok, my bad.”

“Anyway. There was this guy. He had a nice pic, so I added him,” I said, hitting her with the calm before the storm. “I wasn’t even gonna call him, but he called me. And, girl, he was so damn fine…”

“Ok…?”

I didn't mean to pause, but I was trying to get the rest of the story together without making myself sound as crazy as I felt. “We were just talking, kinda flirting a lil bit; you know, just having fun. But, girl, I was a smiling, blushing mess. The whole time!”

She frowned instantly, a deep wrinkle in her brow. “Um, what?”

“Yes! I don't know what the fuck was going on. I was acting a straight fool. But that’s not even the worst part.”

“Oh?”

“Not at all. We were just playing around and I told him to take his shirt off. He did it, so I let the top of my robe fall, but I had on a bra.” I peeked over at her again and all I could see were eyes from behind her glass. “That’s when I just lost control.”

“Giiiirl,” she said, with a smirk before taking another sip of wine. “What happened?”

I took an incredibly deep breath, then I looked her right square in the eye. “...I took off my bra and the rest of the robe, and he watched me with my hand down my panties! Probably for a good ten, fifteen minutes!”

“What?!” she yelled, almost jumping up from her seat.

My face went down into my hands. “Girl, I spread eagle right in the damn camera. He talked me through it and everything.”

“Sis! You didn't.”

“I’m not even joking, Koree. I don’t know what happened. One minute we were just talking and the next, I was lying there titties out giving myself the business.”

“Oh my god. Ever.”

I sat back, staring aimlessly, more unsure of myself than I had been in a while. “But then, like, I’m usually not ashamed of anything I choose to do.”

“True.”

“So why do I feel so weird?” I looked at her for an answer, but I knew she couldn't give me that.

She shrugged. “I don't know, friend.”

I had to go back inward for that one. “I really gave somebody my coochie over the internet, though. When did I get this wild?” When I heard her trying to stifle laughter, I cut my eyes at her. “Really?”

“I’m sorry, girl, that's funny,” she said after letting it go. “But, look, you never have to see him again. It’s all good.”

“He lives in Ladera, sis.”

She was sitting back, going for another sip, when her eyes popped open. “Shut up.”

“And I’ve never seen him around. Watch I start seeing his ass everywhere now.” I rolled my eyes just imagining him popping up on me in Trader Joe’s or something.

“This is some TV shit. So what happened after the, you know?”

“That post nut clarity hit and I slammed my laptop down so fast.”

“Just own it, sis. It happened, you can’t take it back, and I’m assuming you enjoyed yourself while it was happening. If you don't like how it made you feel afterward, just try not to do it again.”

I laid my head back on the chair and closed my eyes, groaning loudly to the ceiling.

“And, if you see him while you're out, you hold your head high. Remember, you decide what emotion you attach to things.”

Hold on. I checked myself immediately after hearing those words. I hushed the groans and unhid my eyes. “You know what, you right.” Then I sat up and looked over at her. She was nodding, as she should. “You are so right.”

“Now,” she laughed, “tell me what this man looks like, because I am so curious.”

“Oh, girl, he is gorgeous. I’m talkin’ the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my fucking life. Beautiful chocolate skin, deep sexy ass voice. With the biggest, brightest smile. Teeth, lips, everything on point.”

“Oh, shit. Ok!”

“You feel me? But, Koree, he’s also tall as fuck—six-three. He’s 32, has a full beard, and, sis, he’s fucking buff. I’m talking about…” I stopped to flex my arms out in front of me like a bodybuilder.

She laughed. “Ok. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but last time I checked, none of those were your ‘thing’,” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Girl, I know, but that man is fine!”

“What happened to your baby-faced, regular-bodied youngins that you love so much?”

“First of all, don’t say it like I’m a pervert. I don’t mess with ‘youngins’, I mess with legal guys just slightly younger than me.”

“Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

“Shut up.” I reached over and nudged her arm, and we were cracking up for a minute. Then something amazing popped into my head. “Yo, he looks like he can pick my big ass up.”

“Oh my god, you weirdo. You claim to not like ‘em super built, but you’ve been talking about somebody picking you up for as long as I can remember. I love you, but ain't no skinny person ever gonna be able to pick you up, girl.”

I fell over in another fit of laughter, resting my head on her shoulder. “I know, right?”

“With your horny ass. You always on some freak shit, I swear.” That heffa pushed me off of her. We were both dying.

“Excuse you. I am a perfectly normal, healthy young woman.”

“Hey, I know you take good care of yourself. You just got caught up last night.”

“Did I ever. But playas fuck up sometimes, too.”

She was finishing up her glass and had to get a hand over her mouth. “Anyway. Are you ok now?” she asked, still laughing. “Because I could see the stress all over your face.”

“Oh, I’m much better. It gets a little crazier, though.”

“How could it possibly?”

“...I kinda wanna link.” I clenched my teeth in an uneasy smile, knowing I wouldn't get the best reaction.

“What? Oh, hell nah. You thought you was trippin’ before, you trippin’ now.” She reached over for the wine bottle to pour herself another glass. I guess I was still on restriction.

“You ever seen somebody who just looks like they can fuck? Well, I’m tryna go find out.”

“What happened to you getting yours? Why can’t you just call up one of your usuals? No need to be sexing potentially dangerous strangers.”

“You just don’t understand. He was the first thing on my mind when I woke up today. No lie”

“Hol’ up,” she said, giving me the full stink face. “Weren't you just worried about possibly seeing him out in public? When you were actively planning on being the one to initiate the next meeting.”

I shrugged. “Well, him popping up on the cereal aisle isn't the same as me going to see him.”

She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. I know it came from a place of genuine concern for my well-being and, honestly, I appreciated it. But I just couldn't pass this up.

“So, when you plan on doing this?”

“…Tonight.”

I left Koree’s a lot lighter than I’d arrived. Bless her for somehow always making me feel better no matter how crazy things got. The only thing weighing on me now was making the call to pin down my plans for the night. I was either about to invite the embarrassment back or prepare to get my back broke. And, honestly, the possibility of either was almost too much for me to handle right now. But I had taught myself to live without regrets, and leaving this one untried would surely haunt me. Probably for the rest of my days.

I grabbed my phone and went into the app store to search for Skype. My compromise was to leave his face out of the equation. I couldn't look at him again just yet. I logged on and began to scroll, hoping that by some stroke of luck he would be there. When I saw his lone name in my online contacts, a mischievous grin found its way onto my lips. I took a deep breath, ready to put myself out of this residual misery.

“Wazzam? Didn’t think I was gon’ hear from you again.”

“I know. Sorry about leaving you hanging last night. Truthfully, I was kinda embarrassed.”

“Oh nah, it’s cool. I’m not trippin’ off that.”

“Ok.”

“Yeah. So don't even worry about it. We grown.”

I was smiling my ass off once again. Not only did I feel better about where I was about to take this conversation, but that voice. It hit even harder when I didn't have his face to distract me. “So, um, speaking of being grown, I obviously hit you up for a reason and I'm not usually one to beat around the bush.”

“I can appreciate that. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe, if it’s ok with you, we could get together tonight. That is if it’s not too short notice.”

“I didn't have any other plans, so I don't see why not.”

“Ok, cool.”

“Yeah. So, what you wanna do? I know this dope restaurant we could hit if you down. I also know a nice lounge, a dessert spot, arcade. What you like?”

I can't lie, my smile vanished after hearing him say that. “Um… I wanna be really upfront with you. And I’m apologizing in advance, in case I offend you.”

“Ok.”

“All of this sounds so fun, and I would love to do it another time. But, tonight, I really would rather just chill at your place.”

“You must be tryna creep with a nigga or som’?” He joked, laughing right after.

I laughed with him, too tickled that this was his first thought. “Oh my god, no. There’s just something about you that has me extremely curious… about some of your abilities.”

“Ok.”

“And, really... I just wanna fuck.”

“Oh, shit. Um, ok… that could be arranged as well.” He chuckled and I knew I had caught him off guard. Though I was quite sure he was used to the pussy being thrown his way. Maybe just not via Skype.

“I don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I just gotta be honest. I want you.”

“Nah, you good. Closed mouth don’t get fed.” He laughed again and my goofy behind fell out, finally losing that last bit of apprehension.

“Oh my goodness. So, anyway, I was thinking of maybe stopping through at around ten or eleven. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

“Ok. I’ll just put your address in my phone and I guess I’ll be seein’ you later.”

“Yeah. I’ll text it to you.”

“Alright.”

He sent me his address through the chat and I laid back on my couch, though it felt like I was floating above it. Just a lil bit. I was so relieved to have gotten that part out of the way, and he had reacted perfectly. Now the anticipation of all the good shit I knew would be happening to me in just a few hours had my insides doing cartwheels. That man could have all of my parts; just take them all and do awful things with them.

My phone rang down in my hand, interrupting my nasty thoughts.

“Hey, girl. Didn't I just see you?” I laughed.

“Anyway. What you doing?”

“Nothing. Just got off the phone with ol’ dude. Sis, I’m finna slide throoough.” I did a little dance to accompany my song. I was too hype.

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“What? Koree, I just told you I got plans.”

“So you gonna put some new booty before your girl?”

“Come on. You already knew what I was doing tonight.”

She smacked her lips. “I know. I just don’t want you to go. It’s so dangerous.”

“You worry too much. I’ma be ok.”

“And you don’t worry enough. How do you know you’ll be ok? He could have his chainsaw waiting on your ass right now.”

“Ok,” I said, barely able to control my laughter, “you been watching too much TV.”

“Ev, I'm being for real.”

“And you know I appreciate your concern. I really do, boop.”

“So, stay home.”

“I can't do that.”

“Why not?”

“Well, mostly because I don’t want to. Plus he already knows I'm coming.”

“Ok. But what if you get over there and he tries to hurt you?”

“Ooh, girl, I want him to.” She smacked her lips again and all I could do was laugh. “Ok, I'm sorry. I’ll just get out of there if he starts acting weird.”

“See, you playin’ and shit. What if you can't get out?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. I understood, but there was no turning back for me at this point. “Koree, I’ll be fine.”

“Ugh, ok!” she huffed. “It’s obvious that I won't be changing your mind, so I'ma just get off the phone.”

“I still love you.”

“Yeah. I love you, too. And, hopefully, I’ll be talking to you again soon.”

“You will.”

“Mhm. Later.”

“Later, girl.”

She was gonna have to come better than that to scare me out of this dick. Ain't no way I was about to let this one get away.

After a few of the slowest hours, I got up to shower. I made sure to lotion myself up with my pineapple buttercream scented body butter. I needed to smell edible tonight. And my look needed to match. I pulled out the big guns, going for an only once worn black lace La Perla set. My hair was freshly flat ironed, but brushing it into a top knot just felt like the most practical decision. Letting Koree get into my head a bit, I landed on wearing all black. So he would possibly know not to play with me. I almost wore black Nikes to go with the distressed skinny jeans and crew neck that listed the names of the boys from the fourth season of ‘The Wire’—maybe a second indication that I wasn't to be messed with?—but my Louboutin pumps just looked so much better. I didn't want too much getting in the way, so I kept it simple with the accessories; my gold Dior hoops and the matching chain bracelet. I finished the look with my leather moto jacket and by switching out my nude-colored Celine bag for the black one. And I made sure my mace, taser, and knife were inside. Just in case.

I hopped in my truck and connected my phone to bluetooth, then I scrolled to ‘Man Down’. I thought that would be a good song to have playing in the background when I called to let him know I was on the way. You know, just in case. Once I had my route down, I opened the app to make that call.

“Yo. What’s up?”

“Hey. Hold on real quick.” I turned Rihanna down some right in the middle of the chorus. “My bad.”

“Yeah. You jammin’ over there, ain't you?”

We both laughed, but I hoped he got the message. “I just called to let you know I'm on the way.”

“You should be pretty close then.”

“According to my phone, I am. What am I looking for, though? What your house look like?”

“It’s white with two tan garage doors. Um, a balcony over the garage. And a silver car in the driveway.”

“Ok, I'm almost there. Keep a lookout for me. I'm in a black Range.”

“Aight then. I’ll do that.”

“Oh, do you own a chainsaw?”

Right off the bat, he started to crack up. I didn't even think before I let that mess come out of my mouth. Listening to Koree.

“What?”

I shook my head. “Never mind. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Aight.”

He was still laughing when I hung up. I laughed at myself. Damn it, Koree! I turned my music back up, but I skipped to ‘Cheers’ to try and fight nerves that had come out of nowhere. I wasn’t driving much longer when my phone instructed me to turn into his neighborhood. That’s when I started to question everything. I stopped my car in the middle of the road and just sat there for a second. Then I whipped around and sped off in the opposite direction. I hadn't changed my mind, but I needed to hit the liquor store real quick.

Recalculating… make the next accessible U-turn.

“Uh uh. Hush.”

I went up the street a couple blocks until I spotted exactly what I was looking for. Once inside, I headed straight for the wine section. I skimmed the selections for a minute and decided on a bottle of pomegranate chardonnay. When I walked back up to the counter, I saw the shot bottles by the register. I grabbed a tequila, giving it to the cashier after he scanned my wine.

Within minutes, I turned back into the same neighborhood, but this time I didn’t stop. I made a couple more turns before finally hearing, Destination on the left. I took a deep breath and pulled up into the driveway next to his silver Aston Martin. Oh, ok.

Ever: I’m here

I dropped a pin, sharing my location with Koree.

Koree: You coming back home tonight?

Ever: That’s my plan. And don’t you show up here either

Koree: Girl please, goodnight

Ever: Lmao bye

I sat there in silence trying to figure out the best way to handle things when I got inside. Admittedly, it crossed my mind to walk in and just tackle his fine ass.

“Naaah. There should at least be some conversation first.”

I didn't wanna linger too much longer, so I decided to just go with the flow. Assisted by this tequila shot, of course. I broke the seal and took it straight to the head.

“Woo!”

I had to shake that nasty shit off before tossing the empty bottle back into the bag. I took another deep breath and grabbed my purse and wine from the passenger seat. The shot definitely hadn't kicked in yet, because the walk up to his door was a slow one. I had to make myself ring the bell, biting the inside of my lip and holding my wine with both hands down in front of me as I waited. When I heard the doorknob rattle, my heart started to race. As the door came open, it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. When I saw that face, though, the corners of my lips were pulled into an unprompted smile. “…Hey.”

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