Chapter 9
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Come inside,” I said when I opened the door.
“I almost changed my mind several times, but here I am.”
I closed the door and pulled her into a hug. Feeling her wrapped in my arms, body against mine, even with both of us fully clothed, was an exhilarating experience. Aranda was something special, and I refused to ignore the forces drawing me to her.
“I’m glad you came,” I confessed when I released her.
She turned and walked deeper into the house without responding, not stopping until she reached the kitchen.
“Nice place, at least what I’ve seen of it.”
“It’s not my place, but thanks.”
“Oh? Who lives here?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s an Airbnb. I rented it for the weekend.”
“The weekend? Niko, I’m not spen?—”
I grabbed her by the neck and pressed my lips against hers. When I pulled away, her eyes remained closed, and her lips puckered for several seconds. She opened her eyes and tried to move away from me, but I tightened my grip on her neck.
“Coach Sampson might run shit on the field, but when you’re with me, you’re Aranda, and I’m running shit.
Don’t tell me what you won’t do because you know, just like I do, it’s a lie.
No negativity while we’re here. Let’s enjoy each other’s company and worry about the reality of our situation later. Deal?”
She only hesitated for a moment before nodding, and I released her. “Something smells good. Did you cook?”
“No, there wasn’t enough time for that. I stopped by my job and picked up some things I remembered you liked.”
“That was nice of you. Where’s the bathroom?”
“It’s around the corner on the right. I’ll have your plate ready when you come back.”
She smiled and disappeared around the corner. As promised, her plate was on the table when she returned, along with one of the famous teas sold at the restaurant.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I’m good.”
I fixed my plate and sat in the chair across from her. We didn’t know much about each other, so I wanted to use this time to change that.
“Tell me about Aranda Sampson. Oh, I mean Coach Sampson.”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you want to know?”
“Anything you’re willing to share.”
“Well, I was born and raised in Black Elm. I’m an only child.
I started playing lacrosse when I was nine.
My goal was to play on one of the professional teams after college, but I suffered a career-ending injury during my senior year.
It took a while for me to come to grips with it, but eventually, I got out of my funk.
I’m a permanent substitute teacher at Black Elm High School, which happens to be where I went to school, and prior to taking the job at BEU, I coached boys’ lacrosse. There’s not much else to tell.”
“We have a lot in common. I’m also an only child and started playing lacrosse at about the same age.
I grew up here, too, and if I hadn’t gone to private school, we probably would’ve crossed paths long ago.
I’m sorry about your injury and want to know more about it whenever you’re up to sharing.
I can tell how much you love the game by how passionate you are on the field as a coach.
I have a five-year-old son who is my namesake, and?—”
I stopped when she began to choke on her tea. “You have what?” she asked when she recovered.
“I have a five-year-old son who we call Deuce.”
I picked up my phone, went to my photos, found the most recent picture of Deuce, and showed it to her.
“He’s adorable and looks just like you.”
“I think he’s a good blend of me and his mother.”
“Speaking of his mother…”
“Obviously, we aren’t together. Honestly, we never really were. She’s still in the Navy and wants to serve until she’s retirement age.”
“Oh. How often does she see your son?”
“Chanice didn’t want children, but when she told me she was pregnant, I asked her to keep him and promised to assume all responsibility for him. She hasn’t given up her rights, but I have full custody.”
“So, she doesn’t see him at all?”
“She hasn’t seen him in person since he was a year old, but she’s asked for pictures a few times since then.”
“Wow, I couldn’t imagine not being in the life of a child I brought into the world.”
“It was hard to understand at first. It wasn’t hard to convince her to keep him, so I thought she might change her mind after carrying him for nine months and giving birth.
After she shared how she grew up and the plans she made for her life, I saw it from her perspective and decided not to judge her. ”
Before she responded, she looked at me for a moment with wonder. “She’s lucky she got pregnant by a stand-up man. I don’t know many men who would’ve done what you did.”
“My parents have the same sentiment. Do you want children?”
“Four of them, if God blesses me.”
“You didn’t even have to think before you answered. Four, huh?”
“Yep. I know I can’t choose the gender, but I want two boys and two girls, born boy, girl, boy, girl.”
“Damn. I see you have it all planned out.”
“Hopefully, my plans match God’s.”
We ate in silence for a little while. During lacrosse season, I tried to eat healthier, so I ordered blackened catfish, corn, and collard greens for myself.
When Aranda visited the restaurant with her parents, she ordered mac ‘n’ cheese, sweet potatoes, collard greens, fried chicken, and cornbread, so I ordered the same for her today.
“Do your parents help you with your son?”
“I wouldn’t be able to go to school or play lacrosse if they didn’t. My dad will probably retire soon, and my mother stopped working years ago at my father’s request.”
“Nice. Both my parents still work. My father owns a construction company, and my mother basically runs the office part of it. They seem to still enjoy their jobs and haven’t said anything about retiring.”
“I bet if you gave them a few grandbabies, those jobs would be in the rearview mirror. It’s something about becoming a grandparent that changes their whole perspective on life.”
“Maybe one day I’ll find out.”
I looked at her plate and pushed back from the table. “C’mere.”
Surprisingly, she didn’t protest. I wanted her to sit across my lap, but instead, she straddled me. My hands slid up her back to her hair, and as my finger became tangled in her curly mane, I pressed her face toward mine.
When our lips connected, we both released a sigh. I’d been dreaming about this moment since the last time, and it seemed she had been as well. While our tongues became more familiar with each other, she caressed the back of my head as she ground her center against mine.
It became hot and heavy quickly. I palmed her ass cheeks before standing. Her legs tightened around my waist, and I carried her to the bedroom. When we fell onto the bed, me on top of her, I pulled my mouth away from hers.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” I whispered.
“I don’t know how much you want it.”
“Just call me a dope fiend, and you’re my next hit. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t have done to experience another hit of you.”
“I think we’re on the same page.”
I stood and began to undress. “Take your clothes off.”
She lifted the hoodie over her head, revealing that she was braless. I licked my lips at the sight of her perky breasts while watching her ease her leggings down. Knowing she arrived with no panties or bra hardened my dick even more than it was.
“Scoot to the top, bend your knees, and put your feet flat on the bed. I want your legs open…wide.”
She did as I asked, and I’d never seen a pussy look so delectable. Last week, I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing her pussy, but I could tell it was well-maintained. Today, I got the visual, and I loved what I saw…fat, juicy, wet, and pink.
“You like what you see?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you, baby.”
I went headfirst between her legs, with my tongue already hanging from my mouth. The first swipe caused her to shiver, making me smile. I refused to rush and would take my time, savoring every ounce of goodness that oozed from her loins.
“Ohh shit, Niko!”
My thumb applied pressure to her clit while moving in a circular motion as my tongue slowly slid between the folds of her pussy. She tasted like fresh berries on a hot summer day, and I could get lost in the scent of her essence.
“You taste like heaven,” I mumbled against her lips.
“I’m about to cum.”
With her confession, the flicks of my tongue quickened. I slipped two fingers into her slick opening and could feel her walls contracting. Seconds later, my hand and face were covered in her womanly fluids.