8. Amina Sinclair #4
Prior to that, just a few hours ago, I had this beautiful conversation with his grandmother, getting to know her, respecting her as a woman once I learned so much about her story, so I couldn’t cross that line and let Gemini fuck me in her house.
It would be disrespectful, especially since she already drew the line for none of that to happen between us once she had us sleep in separate rooms. If Gemini and I had slept in the same room last night, I’m going to be honest…
I might have let him fuck me. With all the things that I’ve been going through these past couple of months, the way my emotions have been all over the place, the stress that I’ve felt, I needed some dick.
I knew that Gemini had good dick too. It was the way he kissed me.
The way he knew how to take control. Even if we fucked and nothing came out of it between him and I, I would be okay with that.
I just wanted to have a couple of orgasms to calm my ass down.
“I can’t speak for everybody because everyone has their own reaction to smoking.
It calms me down though. I don’t do this shit often though.
When the workday stresses me, or those times when I just want to take the edge off, I’ll hit the blunt,” he said, and if I couldn’t get sex to calm me down, then I guess I would have to do the next best thing, which was weed.
Clearing my throat, I reached my hand out, wanting him to hand me the blunt.
“Man, watch out. You going to waste my shit. You just told me a minute ago that you wasn’t fuckin with it,” he said.
“Yeah. That was a minute ago though. I changed my mind,” I responded.
“That’s dangerous. I don’t know if I like that kind of trait,” he said, and I tilted my head to the side, questioning him with my eyes on what he was talking about.
“What you mean?” I wanted to know.
“The fact that you can switch up so fast. That’s dangerous,” he filled me in on what he was talking about. I waved him off, reached for the blunt again, and this time he handed it to me.
It’s been years since I held a blunt in my hand and smoked.
Even when I did it back in college, I literally only took one pull before I tapped out.
I just remember my lungs feeling like they were on fire, and I started coughing up a storm.
That was the only reaction that I needed to see me have before concluding that smoking wasn’t for me.
“Man, you starting off wrong already,” he said it in a way like he was aggravated with me. He leaned over, so that he could adjust my fingers. Once I had it the correct way, that’s when he let go.
“Aight. Only hit that shit that twice and then pass it back to me. I feel like I just persuaded you to smoke,” he stated, watching me as I brought the blunt to my lips, inhaled it, and then I blew it out.
I started coughing, but it was nowhere near as bad as the cough that I did back in college when I tried weed for the first time.
“I’m grown. You can’t persuade me to do anything that I don’t want to do,” I sassed, putting the blunt to my lips again, so that I could take another pull. When I said that, he laughed and I already knew that he was going to have something slick to say.
“You sure about that love? I got you in country ass Mobile, Alabama, sitting on the back of a trailer with me, smoking weed. Just a week ago, the thought of getting on this truck sounded like the worst thing in the world to you. Now look at you. I got you taking showers at truck stops. I got you sleeping on the bottom bunk of a twin sized bed. I persuaded you to do a few things, love. It’s cool though.
I like that. It lets me know that when you’re in a relationship, you’ll let a man lead,” he voiced.
I was wasting smoke at this point because I had the blunt in my hand, just letting the smoke run out.
“I have no problem with letting a man lead. When I’m in a relationship, I’m very submissive,” I let him know, handing the blunt back to him.
He had a look in his eyes as if he wanted to keep this conversation going, probably even say something crazy back to me, but he didn’t. He continued to take pulls from the blunt.
“What you got a taste for tonight? I could find a grocery store, and put some food on the grill, but lowkey, I’m a little tired. I don’t think I have the energy to do all of that tonight,” he said.
My eyes were ahead of me. I could see the plaza that was across the street.
The plaza was busy. It was one spot in general that was really jumping though.
Everyone was parking their cars and going to that specific spot.
I squinted my eyes a little bit, just so I was able to see what the name of the spot was called.
It said, ‘Dockside Bar & Grill’. You could tell that it was a spot that had good vibes.
I could tell by the way the customers were walking in, already dancing to the music that was playing on the inside.
From where I sat, I could see that security was at the door, and he was checking everyone before they went inside.
“Let’s go there. It looks like they’re having fun,” I announced, picking up my finger, so that I could point across the street.
“Aight. Hold on,” he said.
That was another trait that Gemini had that was pretty different from Jacob.
Being on this truck with him, I didn’t have many request, but the few times that I did, Gemini would just do it.
Almost like he was willing to do whatever to make me happy.
I think about the night that we went to the carnival.
I never announced that I wanted to go, but deep down inside, I knew that I could use a night off the truck, and around something like that.
Without having to say it, Gemini made it happen for me.
I know for a fact that Jacob would have never wanted to go to a carnival, nor would he want to go to that bar that was across the street.
Gemini finished with the blunt, and then he jumped off the truck. He assisted me with getting down, and then he closed the liftgate. I didn’t need anything from inside the truck. Gemini reached in, to grab his wallet, and phone. Once he had both items, he locked the truck, and we began walking.
We walked out of the parking lot, onto the sidewalk, and we crossed the street.
As we were getting closer to the spot, you could hear the loud country music that they were playing inside.
Outside of the bar, there were multiple signs that were advertising the specials that they had going on tonight.
The wings were 50% off. Half price for draft beer.
$5 cocktails, and karaoke was getting ready to start at 8:00 P.M.
There was a short line to get in. We only stood in line for about two minutes before we made it to the front. We had to show I.D’s, we were patted down by the security, and from there, he let us inside.
There was a combination of smells going on inside.
You could smell fried foods, beer, cigarette smoke, weed, along with cologne and perfume.
The music was loud as hell in here too. Suddenly, I wanted to be back on the truck, where it was peaceful.
Since that was the case, I turned around to look at Gemini.
He was right behind me. Close as hell to me because we were surrounded by other people who were waiting to get to the hostess area to check in.
When Gemini saw that I turned around to look at him, he smiled, while shaking his head no.
“And don’t ask me to leave because we not leaving. We already walked over here, and I’m fuckin with the vibes. I was sold when I saw 50% off chicken wings. Go ahead. We next,” he said, tapping me on my hip, so that I could turn around, and we could head over to the hostess stand.
I moved out of the way, so that Gemini could check us in.
He let the hostess know that it would just be the two of us.
She said that it was going to be a fifteen-minute wait.
Instead of Gemini telling the woman right away that that was okay, he actually turned to me, asking me if I was cool with the wait time.
I told him that I didn’t mind waiting, and that’s when our names were added to the list.
There really wasn’t much sitting space for us.
However, Gemini did find a spot on the wall.
He posted up against the wall, and when he pulled me to him by the hoop of the jeans that I was wearing, and put me in front of him, I could have died.
My ass was literally resting against him.
There was such a nice height difference between us, so as I was standing in front of him, my head was to his chest. Like this was of the norm for us, he casually kept his hands in his pockets, and I could feel him looking around, getting a feel of the place.
Those fifteen minutes flew by. Crazy because I was hungry and I didn’t mind putting food on my stomach, but I didn’t mind if we had to wait a few more minutes.
I liked this position that we were in. I liked being close on him like this.
I was posted up on a man. I felt like I was leaning against steel.
He smelled exactly how I expected a man to smell like.
He wasn’t drenched in cologne. He just smelled masculine.
I could only smell a little bit of the soap still lingering on him from this morning.
The rest of his scent was just his natural scent, and I loved it.
I fear I might like him more than I thought I did because once I started picking out his smell, and being drawn to just his natural scent, I knew from that, that I was getting deep into this thing.
The hostess led the way to a table. It was a high top.
I didn’t mind where she sat us because we were right in front of the stage.
Karaoke was getting ready to start, and I wanted to be front and center.
Menus were placed in front of us, she told us about the specials that were going on tonight, while letting us know that the waitress would be over shortly.