Major’s Prologue
I’d had my share of pussy, but no other woman I’d been with had pussy like Dynastie. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe there was anything innately special about her pussy, but that my feelings for her ran deep, and that was why her pussy was better than anything I’d ever experienced.
She was it for me, and one day I planned to make her my wife. We were young with goals and dreams we wanted to achieve, and I wasn’t selfish enough to ask that of her right now.
I was all she knew, and I wanted her to experience life without me so she’d be certain I was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her days with.
I also wanted her to focus on school and achieving her dream of becoming a journalist while I focused on reaching my goal of becoming a professional boxer.
I was wise enough to know that maneuvering a long-distance relationship at our age would be difficult, and the last thing either of us needed was the added stress of maintaining what we’d built from afar.
Her pussy was mine. I owned it . . . lock, stock, and barrel. It didn’t matter if she fucked a plethora of niggas before we found our way back to each other. Her pussy would always belong to me, along with her heart.
“I don’t think we should do long-distance,” I said.
We showered after I made her cum a few more times and were now naked in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“You don’t think we could make it work?”
“We can do anything we set our minds to, but I don’t think we should be focused on maintaining a long-distance relationship.”
“Is there someone else?”
“What? Hell nah, baby. You know I’m not on that shit.
We got goals to achieve, and if I’m always worried about what you’re doing, and you’re always worried about what I’m doing, it will distract us from what we’re trying to do.
There are certain expectations that come with relationships, and if either of us fails to meet those expectations, it could fuck up what we have. ”
“I get what you’re saying, and it makes sense, but I don’t like it.”
“Me either, baby, but I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think it’s for the best. Regardless of what we call ourselves now, this is temporary, so don’t get used to living without me. You’re still the only woman who I want to carry my last name and my seeds.”
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, and I could only imagine what was going through Dynastie’s mind. This wasn’t the first time we’d discussed our plans, but in those discussions, we didn’t make any decisions.
I knew she didn’t want to break up, but after months of praying and mulling it over, I had to be a man and make the decision for us both. It wasn’t easy, and I prayed it would pay off in the future.
“We’ll still talk every day, see each other when you come home for breaks, and I can visit you when my schedule permits,” I said.
“That’ll work until you find someone to replace me who you can see every day to occupy your time.”
“Lovie, don’t do that. This ain’t about me hooking up with other women. Plus, you might find some lame-ass nigga to replace me.”
“I doubt it, but we have to promise to always be honest with each other. If you find yourself wanting to date, tell me.”
“I promise, and you be sure to do the same.”
“I promise.”
She sat up and straddled my waist. My dick was already semi-hard just from us being naked with our bodies pressed against each other’s. It didn’t take long for it to grow to its full length with her rubbing her pussy over it.
“How will I ever find a man who can fuck me like you do?”
“You never will, beautiful, and I won’t find another woman whose pussy was made for my dick. I promise, we’ll find our way back to each other, but until then, my love for you will never falter, and I’ll always take care of you.”