Chapter 52 Geneva
Geneva
I turned over and fully expected to open my eyes and see the chipped paint on my bedroom ceiling, but what I saw was the spinning wooden blades of Deeka’s ceiling fan. I grinned; it really hadn’t all been a dream.
He had spooned himself into me. His naked body felt so good pressed up against mine. It felt right.
“Morning,” he whispered in my ear, and then kissed my neck.
“Morning,” I whispered back, and then pushed my backside into him.
He snickered. “Well, you’re a morning girl too, huh?” he said, his penis already growing hard against me.
We’d made love all night long, and I should have been exhausted, but I wasn’t.
“I’m an anytime-of-the-day kind of girl,” I said as I positioned myself for entry.
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I wanted to cook him breakfast. I mean, he’d cooked me such a wonderful dinner, and made such sweet love to me, it was the least I could do.
And so I’d put eggs and bacon to fry in this big black pan his grandmother had given to him.
Somehow, I don’t know, we ended up back in the bedroom, the eggs and bacon forgotten, my legs up over his shoulders, and then the alarm went off!
The apartment was filled with smoke, and we laughed as we, naked as the day we were born, ran around opening windows.
“Go put on a T-shirt, ’Neva,” he said as he walked toward the front door. “I’m going to open the door and let some of the smoke out.”
“Yeah, your neighbors are going to really love that,” I said as I sashayed away. I slipped into the bedroom, pushed the door just far enough on its hinges so that I couldn’t be seen, but I could see them.
When Deeka opened the door, Eric was standing in the hallway.
“Hey, man, I was just about to ring the bell,” he started, then looked down at Deeka’s dick. “Yo, sorry, man, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, giving Deeka a wink and then turning his head away. “I just came to get my sticks. Remember, I left them in your truck the other night?”
Eric had taken Deeka totally off guard, and he stood there for a minute in shocked silence before finally muttering, “Yeah, yeah, man. Just wait here and I’ll get them.”
Removing the crochet throw from the back of the sofa and wrapping it around his waist, he scurried around looking for the sticks, all the while praying that I wouldn’t come out of the bedroom.
Eric spotted his sticks on a small wooden table across the room near the kitchen.
Deeka’s back was turned when Eric said, “Oh, I see ’em, man,” and started across the room.
By that time he heard Eric laugh and say, “Damn, man, you certainly ain’t no cook.
These eggs and bacon burnt to a crisp. My mama do the same thing all the time. ”
He was peering down into the black pan, and I was skipping out of the bedroom dressed in one of Deeka’s blue and white football jerseys that didn’t even hit my waist.