Chapter 6 #2
I stepped back, flowers in my hand, waiting for her to appear.
I lowered my head, coming to the conclusion that I was a ball of desperation and desire when it came to Hyph and she knew it.
She hadn’t given me her digits, still. Yet, I showed my goofy ass up to her doorstep every time I wanted to see her.
She ain’t slick.
It was exactly what she wanted. Constant access to her was prohibited. She was afraid of how much faster and further our situation would develop. So, she tried keeping me at arm’s length. I wouldn’t demand her digits. I’d done that already. Instead, I’d let her assume she was steering the wheel.
Truthfully, her distance was teaching me a few things about myself. Things I wouldn’t have known hadn’t she returned to Dooley or given me the time of day.
I’m a yearner.
I yearn deeply. And, the yearning consumes me easily.
I would’ve settled. If she hadn’t returned and I pursued anyone else, she’d be second place. Always.
I’d never forgive myself for not stepping to Hyph earlier, saving her the heartache she experienced and letting her meet my parents.
The locks turned. My heart sped up a bit, drumming against my chest.
Calm down, nigga.
The suggestion was pointless. I was milliseconds away from having my future right in front of me. I was like a grade school boy about to kiss his first crush.
And there she was. Wrapped in a long flowy dress, Hyphen stepped onto the porch as I pulled the door open.
“Look at you,” I exclaimed.
“You like it?”
I wasn’t used to seeing Hyphen fully clothed. It was summer in Dooley. No one was fully clothed. Niggas had their shirts off. Broads had their asses out. The heat didn’t require many threads.
However, this was nice. It softened Hyphen. It played right into the vision of our future. By no means did I want to alter her appearance or preference, but I’d look forward to the days she switched that shit up on a nigga.
“I’m fucking with it. For sho.”
“Good, cause I was just asking. I really don’t care if you like it. I like it.”
“You a motherfucker, Hyph,” I laughed. I’d fallen for her bullshit again.
She returned with laughter.
“Seriously, I am happy you like it.”
“You ready, Trouble?”
“I’m ready.”
I closed her front door, but not before locking it. She used the key to lock the deadbolt for extra security.
“Where are we headed?”
“Don’t worry. Just ride.”
I pulled the passenger door open. She got inside. I rushed around to the driver’s side and joined her. I passed her the flowers from my seat.
“Ahhhh. They’re so pretty.”
“So are you.”
Her cheeks flushed red, forcing me to smile. Hyphen healed something that had broken inside of my inner child. I wasn’t sure what it was, but my heart knew.
Maybe it wasn’t broken. Maybe it was missing. Maybe it was a void. And, it’s finally filled.
With the top back, I pulled out into the street. We left Dooley behind to get onto the expressway. To preserve the beauty of her hair as best I could, I drove only fifty-five miles per hour. We exited after a few minutes. Our destination wasn’t too far away.
I turned into the drive-in theater, slowly lifting the top of the whip. The gravel sang underneath my tires. I rolled the window down as we neared the booth.
“Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s been forever since I’ve come to the drive-in.”
“What can I do for you today, Sir?”
“Let me get two tickets for The Dawn and unlimited concessions.”
“Sure thing. Will that be cash or card?”
“Cash.”
“That’ll be sixty-two dollars.”
I dug into my pocket and retrieved the sixty-two dollars.
“You’ll be at screen twelve. Follow the arrows and you’ll be fine. Use the speaker next to your parking spot or the station the speaker is labeled with to hear the film. Any questions?”
“Nah.”
Once we were cleared and tickets were in my hand, I pulled through and followed the arrows as instructed.
Minutes later, we settled in a spot to the far right of the screen.
Instead of keeping the car running, I shut off the engine and grabbed the speaker.
I reached in the backseat and grabbed the personal fans that plugged into the lighter slot.
I placed them both on the dash, one pointing toward Hyphen and the other pointed toward the backseat.
“You want to go get concessions now or later?”
“Later,” she responded, sliding out of her sandals and getting comfortable.
I lifted the arm rest and removed the half ounce of weed and backwoods.
Squirt had a new strand he was trying to get off, but before I spent my dimes I wanted to make sure it was smoking good.
Otherwise, I’d had to kick his ass for selling me garbage.
It was pretty and it was loud, but those didn’t always factor into its potency.
“You good, Trouble?” I asked, wanting to be sure she was comfortable.
“Yes.”
The windows were down. The fans were going. The movie was starting.
“If you get hot, let me know. I’ll crank up.”
“I’m fine. The sun is down. It’s warm, but not unbearable.”
“As long as you’re good.”
I broke the weed down in the backwood and quickly sealed it with my saliva. Leaning away from the fan, I lit the blunt and pulled the smoke into my body.
Though there was a large screen in front of us, I could feel Hyph staring at the side of my face. I pulled from the weed again, turning in her direction.
“What’s up? What’s on your mind?”
She smiled, rolling her eyes.
“You staring at a nigga and shit. What’s up?”
“I want to try.”
“This?” I held the blunt up.
“Yes.”
“Nah. This ain’t your speed. You want something to drink?”
“Lesson number five thousand and eighty,” she sniggered, “Never deny me. Never tell me no.”
I choked off the smoke trying to suppress my laughter.
“Lesson what, Hyph?” I coughed.
“We must be on like– I don’t know– Six thousand by now.”
“You don’t need to be smoking.”
“I won’t be. I just want to try it this time. Or at least only with you.”
“Come here.”
I patted my lap. Hyphen didn’t hesitate. She lifted her dress and climbed over the center console.
Wrong fucking move, Flocco.
I recognized my error the moment my dick began to harden. Hyphen straddled me. The blunt was no longer of interest. Her insides were.
“Open your mouth.”
Still, I pulled from the weed and gripped her by the neck. I pulled her closer. She opened for me. I blew the smoke into her mouth. She swallowed, blowing what was left out of her nose.
That shit was sexy. She was sexy. In her long dress with her titties spilling out of the top. She left so much to the imagination, but the sex appeal was still present. It was baffling.
I entered her mouth with my tongue. She melted against me. I ashed the blunt and pulled her titties from her dress. I feasted on the left one as she struggled with my belt. By the time I got to the right breast, she’d freed my dick with a bit of assistance.
She lifted her dress and massaged her clit with the tip of my dick. Hyphen was pantiless. Dick was on her agenda for the night and I was happy to know that. I had plenty for her fine ass.
“Uhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, sliding down my tool.
“That’s it, baby. Ride yo dick.”