15. Gemini Black #2
“With the right amount of drinks in my system, I’ll get fucked right here where I stand, Gemini,” she said it in an innocent way, but I believed her ass.
She showed me the kind of demon time she could be on when we went to the bar, and she got drunk.
I know for a fact if we had been a couple by that night, and had already had sex, she would have been down for whatever in that bar.
Amina was a very sexual person, and I liked that.
She had a pussy and knew how to use that motha fucka.
She wasn’t lazy when it came to sex. She’ll ride and do everything else that I wanted her to do.
“Somehow, I believe your nasty ass too,” I told her. She smiled at my words, kissed me one more time, and then grabbed my hand, so that we could finish walking.
We eventually made our way over to the horse carriage.
Amina pointed at it, telling me that she wanted to do it, but I’d already made a mental note that I was going to surprise her with it.
I knew a little bit about horses, so it was a beautiful Percheron that was standing there.
The horse had a gray coat, as he stood up tall.
The carriage made this night that I was having with Amina even more romantic.
It looked like some shit out of a movie.
It was almost like a fairytale. The carriage was black and had gold trims. There was a driver that sat up front with the reins in his hands.
He looked to be in his 50’s and he had some nice R&B music playing from the speakers.
“How you doing man?” I asked, greeting him, putting my hand out so that he could shake it. He firmly shook my hand while looking me in my eyes.
“I’m blessed and highly favored, young man. How you doing? Is it just going to be you two tonight?” he inquired. He had that thick Nola accent. The kind of accent that was so thick, you could tell he was born and raised here.
“We good, and yeah. It’s just going to be the two of us. How much I owe you?” I asked, so that I could reach into my pocket and pay him now.
“I can do it for $70. It’ll be a private ride, and Ima take ya’ll through the Quarter.
We gonna pass Jackson Square, Royal Street, and even the Mississippi River.
I’ll take ya’ll through a few quiet streets too, so that ya’ll can have some alone time.
Tour gonna be about 45 minutes. That’s cool? ” he asked me.
I let him know that that was cool, handed him the cash, along with a nice tip, and then I joined Amina on the bench that she was sitting down on. She’d already got inside.
With a smile on her face, she scooted closer to me, while I slouched down just a little bit, spread my legs some, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
He took off, and with the smooth R&B music that was playing, I tapped my foot and hummed along to the music.
This was such a vibe, man. It also made me happy knowing that Amina was happy.
She would point out everything to me, so that I could see it, and if it was something that she wasn’t familiar with, I would explain it to her.
Amina looked at me as if I was the person in her life that knew everything. She could have easily pulled out her phone, and googled certain things, but she treated me like google. For a man, that was a good feeling. Made a nigga feel useful. Needed.
“This is so beautiful. Gemini, not to even sound dramatic, but when I’m with you, a lot of the things that we do feels like a fairy tale.
Even those moments of being on the truck with you.
Not to bring my ex up, but when I was with him, we didn’t do things like this.
He didn’t express his love for me by taking me out to nice dates.
He expressed it by being the provider for the house, sending me flowers to my job occasionally, and things like that.
He worked a lot, so a lot of the time that we would spend together was home, once we were both home from work.
I’ve never shared a night like this with him,” she turned to me to say, looking me in my eyes.
“A man should be the provider in the household. That’s probably the one thing that the man got right.
That shouldn’t be the only task that a man does though.
When a man tells a woman that he doesn’t have time, I look at that as an excuse.
What’s an hour out of a man’s day to take his woman to dinner?
What’s two hours to go to the movies right quick?
When you’re dealing with someone in your life that matters, you gotta learn to adjust. That’s why a relationship is a partnership.
Both gotta be players and do what they gotta do for the relationship to succeed,” I said some real shit to her, and she nodded her head.
“I agree with that. You told me that you had two serious relationships, right? How do you be a team player, and adjust? You’re going to be on the road, away from home, so how will that work?” she wanted to know.
“Those past relationships that I told you about were in my younger years though. The first one lasted my first two years in college. The second one lasted the middle of my junior year, up until a few months after graduation. Remember after I graduated college, I was at a place in my life where I was trying to find myself. I needed a job. I was trying to make some real money. My girlfriend at the time moved back to her home state, which was Georgia, and with us both trying to find careers post-graduation, the relationship wasn’t as strong anymore, so we made it a mutual decision to break up.
Since I’ve been driving trucks, I’ve never had a girlfriend though.
Just women that I deal with when I get home,” I told her the truth, and I knew she was going to hate the last part of my confession because she rolled her eyes at me and groaned.
Her reaction caused me to laugh, pull her closer to me, and place kisses on her face.
“Why you gotta do all that?” I asked her with a smile on my face.
“Because what happens when you get back home? You going to reach out to those women again?” she wanted to know.
“Why would I reach out to those women? I thought I told you that we were in a relationship?” I said with a serious look in my eyes as I looked down at her.
“Hmm,” was all she said to that, and she turned her head, so that she could finish enjoying the ride that we were on and taking in what was around her.
“Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t believe me? You think I’m lying to you?” I wanted to know.
“No. I don’t think you’re lying to me. Can I admit that I’m scared that once this trip is over, that there might be other women that I have to compete with?
Having you on the truck is easy. It’s just us two.
Not like I have to worry about you doing anything behind my back because we’re together all the time on the truck.
Back in Miami, you’ll have more access to other women.
I don’t know. I guess I’m just in my head.
I’ve never been insecure. Never been one of those women that believes that all men cheat.
I guess after what just happened to me, it left me scared.
Gemini, I’m fuckin scared of getting hurt again,” her voice cracked towards the end of what she was saying, and you could literally see that her body was trembling.
I ended up picking her up by her hips, so that I could sit her down in my lap. I placed her sideways. I kept an arm wrapped around her waist, while I looked up at her.
“Don’t think that just because a man is on the truck with a woman that he can’t fuck around.
Being in this business, I’ve met a lot of other truck drivers, and these niggas be nasty, and they do disrespectful shit to their girls.
A nigga can have his girl on the truck with him and still be cheating.
It don’t matter the setting you put these men in, if they want to cheat, they going to do that.
I know all you have is my word Amina, but I’m not going to do you like that.
When Raven called me a couple of weeks ago, and I saw how that shit made you feel, I deleted her number out my phone.
Her, and the rest of the women that I was dealing with.
I wasn’t obligated to do that, but I could tell that our feelings were growing for each other, so just out of respect for you, I did it,” I started.
She nodded her head towards my words, looking at me, trying to see where else I was getting ready to go with this.
“I’m not going to hurt you. It’ll say a lot about my character if I put you through that kind of hurt twice.
All I’m trying to do is put together the missing pieces that that lame ass nigga left you with.
I go out my way to see you smile, even if that means buying flowers on the side of the road, bringing you to The French Quarter, even though I’m tired.
Shit, sleeping in a fuckin twin sized bed with you every night because you love to cuddle, and don’t let me sleep on the top bunk anymore.
This shit not a game to me, Amina. I take this serious what we’re building,” I finished.
She pulled down on my beard, leaned her head in, and we started kissing. You could tell that she believed me because she stopped with all the doubts.
After the kiss ended, I kept her in my lap. She continued to sit sideways on me, as she laid her head on my chest, taking in the views.
The tour eventually wrapped up, and the driver dropped us back off to where he’d picked us up from.
Amina and I thanked him for the ride, and by this time, we were about to head out, so that we could get back to the truck.
I called an Uber for us, just like I did on the way over here.
I had a black truck come pick us up, and it arrived in under five minutes.
I assisted Amina in getting inside and then slipped in after her. During the ride, she was dozing off next to me.