10. Amina Sinclair #2
“Gemini, let me get their badge numbers, please. This shit isn’t fair for them to do that to you,” I was crying to him, looking him in his eyes, not liking what they just did to him.
They hadn’t pulled off yet. They were still sitting in their cars.
“Nah. It’s cool,” he said, leaning over, and even with what just happened to him, it was just like him to be the one to kiss my tears away. It shouldn’t even be about me in this moment, but he was making it that way.
“So, we’re just going to let them get away with this? Gemini, I want to report them,” I said, not wanting to let it go.
“Report them to who, baby? We going to report them to the same department that put them on this highway tonight? The department that they work for probably got them feeling like it’s okay for them to do this kind of shit.
That department that you call not going to do shit!
It’ll go in one ear and out the other. I’m still breathing, beautiful.
I survived the stop. That’s the victory right there.
Not getting their badge numbers, and telling,” he said it in a way as if it was final, and he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
I sat back, and softly wept. I was truly heartbroken.
Hours Later
12:02 A.M.
We were safely parked at a truck stop. After the incident with the officers, me and Gemini really didn’t say much to each other.
I think we were both still processing it.
It took me awhile to calm down because I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that could have gone wrong.
When Gemini went to the back with those officers to show them the trailer, I felt like I had been holding my breath all that time.
Because of the world that we lived in, where black men die behind white officers so often, it’s almost like I was sitting there, counting down the moment for the gun to go off.
I was glad that things didn’t go that way though.
All of that, and Gemini was never given a reason as to why he was pulled over in the first place.
You could tell that Gemini was still feeling down about it because he didn’t even eat tonight. This man always ate at night, even if it was something quick, like fixing a sandwich or putting a soup in the microwave. He didn’t have a taste for anything, and neither did I.
We had already taken our showers, changed into our pajamas, and while I was in the sleeping quarters, putting my things away in one of the cubbies, Gemini was sitting up front in the driver’s seat.
I wanted to check on him. Just make sure that he was okay, so after I put everything away, I stood, heading in his direction.
When I made it up front, he was sitting in the driver’s seat, zoned out, as if he was in his own little world.
He heard me as I approached him, so he turned to look towards me.
He gave me a small smile. He lifted his arms up, as if he was telling me to come over to him.
I did just that, slowly walking over to him, and I was able to straddle his lap.
There was a lot of space between him, and the steering wheel, so I was able to comfortably sit in his lap.
I think this was my first time straddling him like this.
I don’t remember everything that I did with him the night that I got drunk, but I believe this was the first time.
I was comfortable in his arms. I felt like I was where I was supposed to be, as I lifted my arms up, wrapping them around his neck, and his went for my waist. He moved his hands up and down my waist, causing the pajama top that I was wearing to rise.
“You okay?” I wanted to know. He smiled at that question, while leaning his head back into the head rest. He didn’t let go of me though.
“I’m good. It’s just another day for a black man in America,” he stated.
I hated that our black men made events like that seem like something that was so common. As if that was just something that was guaranteed for all black men to have to endure. It shouldn’t be that way.
“Have you dealt with that before from cops?” I wanted to know.
“Yeah. Nothing to that extent though. I’ve never been pulled over without being given a reason.
They pulled a power move on me. They got those badges, so they felt like they could control me in a sense.
Made me step out of my truck on a fuckin highway all because he felt like he could do it.
I’m angry, but it’s not the kind of anger where I’m going to let it control me, you know?
Like, I’m not going to go into tomorrow still thinking about this.
I stopped expecting fairness years ago. No matter how many laws have been placed, how much they try to make it seem like this country is the land of the free, I know in my heart that that’s some bullshit.
We’ll never get treated with the same amount of respect as a white man.
I’m telling you, if my skin color was the same as theirs, none of that would have taken place tonight,” he expressed, and I nodded.
I sighed, thinking about how I wanted to come in and join. I wanted to add to what he just finished saying.
“I don’t share that same experience as you, but I’m woke, so I know that racism and prejudice cops are still a thing.
I’ve had my own experiences though. All my life I’ve attended private schools.
I know what it feels like to walk into a room, and have people judge you.
A lot of the schools that I attended, I was the only black kid there.
Not only was I the black kid, but I was dark skinned too.
I stuck out like a sore thumb. I’ve been smart my whole life.
I was in gifted programs. I signed up for the debate program.
Honor society. All the things, and even in London, I remember there would always be that one white kid that had the balls to ask me if I was there on some kind of low-income scholarship,” I voiced, pausing for a little bit.
I had real experiences. Experiences that even back then, I knew were fucked up, but now that I’m older, I see that I really did go through some deep things.
“And let’s be real, some of the schools probably only wanted me because they needed the school to have a little bit of diversity.
I used to feel like I didn’t deserve to sit in certain rooms. Feeling those eyes on you, that judgement, it’ll fuck with your mind.
I’m just glad that I didn’t let it get to me though.
I commend you for your self- control. Something about a white man calling a black man boy, just takes me back to slavery.
That’s what they would call our ancestors.
He was trying so hard to get a rise out of you, but you didn’t fall for the bait,” I said, and he nodded.
“If I remember anything that my mama taught me, it’s that everything doesn’t deserve a reaction.
They wanted to see me loud. They wanted to see me angry.
Man, they couldn’t wait to slap those cuffs on my black ass.
Hell nah. I wasn’t giving them that kind of power over me.
Then, you would have been stuck by yourself, not knowing what the fuck to do without me,” he said the last part with a smile on his face.
I could tell that he was just trying to lighten the mood. He did get me to smile though.
“It’s cool. Let’s move forward from that. I don’t want to keep talking about it because I feel like it’s going to get me upset all over again,” that was fair, so I nodded.
I could have stood up from his lap. I could have gone to the back, so that I could get in bed, especially since it was so late. I didn’t though. I stayed here, planted in his lap, looking him in his eyes.
There was no denying the sexual tension between the two of us. I felt like it kept building every time that we got around each other.
Gemini placed his hands inside the back of my shirt, and his large hands slid up my bare back.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was able to feel him when he placed the palm of his hands on my back, pulled me closer to him, and we shared a beautiful kiss.
I moved my body in his lap, so that I could fit to my liking.
Because I could feel his dick in the pajama bottoms that he was wearing, I wanted to plant myself right on the head of his dick.
I did just that and finished attacking him with my tongue.
He sensually sucked on my tongue. Then, we would damn near tongue wrestle with our tongues. My pussy was dripping. I was hot and bothered. My period went off two days ago, so I was free to let this man do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me.
During the kiss, Gemini lifted me up, and he carried me to the back.
We made it work with what we had. He lowered me down on the bed, breaking the kiss.
I watched as he stood his fine, chocolate body over me, removing the shirt that he was wearing.
While he did that, I picked my feet up, placing them on his hard dick.
He grabbed both of my ankles, so that he could plant my feet on his dick, and nastily, he lifted my feet up, and down, allowing me to get a better feel.
It was hard. I could tell that it was long, and thick too.
Nothing in the world prepared me for when he slid my feet up his stomach..
up his chest, and he kissed all ten of my toes.
As if kissing them weren’t enough, he began sucking them.
That’s when I started going crazy, grinding my body into the bed.
I’ve never wanted to get fucked this bad before in my life.
If he could suck my toes like this, I could only imagine what he could do to my pussy.
I knew he was going to have me speechless.