6. Solidarity #2
She folded her arms before offering a smart ass comment. “I was beginning to get bored.”
“Kill it, Ma. Yo’ ass just put yo’ shit down,” I said waving her off.
“Eyes always sharp, huh?” she inquired with a sly grin and raised brow.
“You already know.” She might’ve had me by a minute or two with the target, but a nigga was always aware of his surroundings.
“Are you two military? We only see people cut up like this if they’re in the service,” the booth attendant inquired.
Solenne looked up at me and winked. She was always questioned about her skills and little did they know, doing so boosted her ego.
Smirking, I said, “Nah, more like killers.”
The nigga’s face went from calm and relaxed to tight and uncomfortable.
“Give me that panda, G, and give her the frog.”
Taking the hook with slightly trembling hands, he pushed up on the net so the stuffed animals could fall.
“Thank you. I’m actually having fun right now,” she chimed as she hugged the panda.
“What you trying to do now?”
“Hmm, maybe ride dick on a Ferris wheel. Shooting got a bitch hot and bothered or whatnot.” With that, she was on her tiptoes pecking my cheek.
As she walked away, I administered a slap to her backside, causing that juicy muthafucka to recoil.
She settled on wearing a black pleated skirt with green trim around the bottom.
Her shirt was a green plaid collar that was tied underneath her breast giving her cleavage the proper attention it deserved.
She paired the fit with green slouch socks and black booties.
Baby definitely had my eyes on her fa sho’.
We strolled through the fairgrounds until we reached the one ride that carried memories for us both. I was a sucka for anything Sol wanted. Having her thick ass in my lap was an experience I would never pass up on. It was just like her risky ass to want to bounce on a nigga in the damn air.
“You got draws on?” I asked sliding my hand up her skirt.
Slapping my hand away, she said, “Baby, I knew what I came to do. You on the other hand need to gear up cause we not coming down until you nut in me, D.”
Stepping onto the platform, I stood there admiring everything about this woman. From the way she treated me to the way she handled me, baby held the title. I loved everything about her and how she moved. My baby was shitting on bitches and all she did was stay in her bubble.
Stepping up behind her, I leaned over to the carnie and said, “Keep this muthafucka flowing for at least fifteen minutes. She ‘bout to see a man ‘bout a horse.”
He looked at me, nodded, and extended his hand for a pound. After the dap up, I entered the gondola with my lady. Thankfully, we had one where we were enclosed all around. There was no slipping out, falling, or injuring ourselves. We had nothing but space and opportunity.
The carnie shut and locked the gondola door, and seconds later, the wheel began to turn. I was a patient nigga, and this was her show. She was gon’ rock this bitch when she was ready, taking my ass to a new level of high… literally.
I looked out the cart as it was slowly ascending. I couldn’t lie, this shit was creating the perfect view. Sol started speaking, pulling my attention back into this trapped ass space.
“Thank you, D. I needed to be grounded, and you’ve done that for me. My emotions were getting the best of me, and I thought I would shake back, but it seemed like I was going deeper into depression. This is a breath of fresh air… you are a breath of fresh air. I’m grateful, baby.”
When Sol spoke to me, it was always easy.
This time baby was putting real emotions behind that shit.
I felt every word she was throwing at me.
Ever since her father passed, she was closed off to attachments.
When she befriended the girls, I knew she’d found a real circle.
Losing any of them was gon’ do a number on her regardless of who it was.
Hated it was Rose though. She was my favorite homie.
Lifting her face to mine, I kissed her with the passion and love she was due.
Solenne could do no wrong in my eyes. I’d lay down an army behind her and she knew it which was why she turned to a nigga for shit like this.
Distractions, a ground feeling, emotional support, and whatever else.
I provided that for her. She was well aware of where home was.
The kiss turned from soft and delicate to firm and passionate.
Her soft moans escaped from her mouth to mine, and I knew what was to come from that simple sign of pleasure.
Within seconds, she was in my lap wrapping her thighs around a nigga waist. I could feel the heat radiating from her center.
She really ain’t wear no draws out this muthafucka.
This was her show, I knew how to take a backseat and let lil’ mama drive. As she undid my belt buckle, I carried a sly grin. She was out her comfort zone for real but then again, this was on her bucket list, not mine. She needed full control in order to fulfill that desire.
“This view.”