Chapter 6 #2
“Good looking out.” I replied as he led me right to where I needed to be. I thought I would be slipping into the ladies room undetected, but as soon as I stepped in, our eyes met.
“The fuck are you doing in here?” Honesty questioned with humor in her tone.
“Shit, the fuck are you doing here?” I tossed back while locking the door behind me.
“Then your ass is sitting up here all comfortable and shit.” The women’s bathroom was massive and apparently there was a mirrored area for them to reapply makeup and make sure shit was straight, and that was where Honesty had decided to take a seat at.
“It is the women’s bathroom, Fame. So one of us is actually right where she should be. While the other is…”
“Right where he wants to be. You hiding in here cause you on a date with a lame ass nigga?” I questioned as I invaded her personal space.
“Are you hiding in here cause you on a date with a lame ass bitch?” She shot back, as I looked down into her face.
I didn’t know what the fuck it was about Mocha because I had been around beautiful women my entire life.
Hell, Des was pretty as fuck, but still none of them, not even Des had a nigga stuck on them the way that Mocha did.
If I had to put a name on it, I would go as far to say that I was deeply infatuated with her chocolate ass.
I was standing so close to her that we were literally touching, and still I felt like this wasn’t close enough.
Shit felt sick how much I wanted to be in her space.
The way I stayed thinking about her left me feeling like a fucking creep and here I was, sneaking around just to spend some one on one time with her.
Like my bitch wasn’t at the table ordering a steak to my liking.
Shit was foul because this was supposed to be her girl.
“Helllooooo, did me calling her a lame ass bitch hurt your feelings cause if so, you don’t want to hear the rest of my opinion on her ass.
” Mocha spoke just as that last thought crossed my mind.
Shit seemed to be reminding me that breaking up their friendship won’t be too serious and it damn sure wouldn’t be hard.
“You been throwing a shitload of shade at your girl lately. What’s up with that?” I questioned as I traced the edge of her split from the bottom of her leg and up towards her thigh.
“You been all in my face, acting like you don’t have a woman lately, what’s up with that?”
“Imma answer that, right after you give me an answer.” I spoke as someone knocked on the locked door. Mocha did like she was ready to jump from where she was seated, but I positioned my body in between her thighs, leaving no way for her to maneuver.
“Fame…”
“Fuck them, give me an answer.”
“I’m trying, but I can’t think, you’re distracting me, with your horny taken ass.” The way I positioned myself just as she had begun to slide off of the countertop left her exposed to my dick hardening against her pussy.
“Shit crazy because I have self-control like a muthafucka. The only reason that nigga responding is because I smell her, ma. So who really freaked out? In here leaking for a nigga like you not on a wack ass date.” I smirked.
“You keep throwing shade, but I don’t care about that nigga. I was bored and he asked me out. He was nothing more than a distraction.” She replied, with her eyes never leaving the print of my dick.
“What he supposed to be distracting you from, Mocha?” I asked, taking a step closer to her. I was so damn close that air couldn’t pass between us and my dick was harder than a mf brick as it rubbed against the thin cloth that covered her pussy.
“Hmmmm? Uhn uhn Fame, this ain’t right. This is why I blocked you in the first place.
You need to stay away from me, man. Besides, you have a girl.
And even though I’m about to dead that friendship because she a hater, we still maintain some type of bond at present time.
I need to go back to my date, I know he’s wondering where I’m at. ”
Mocha just didn’t realize that she said a few wrong things at that point.
One, she took the guilt out of what was inevitably gonna happen between us, cause she ain’t see no longevity in their friendship and that had nothing to do with me.
Two, she confirmed that her ass had me blocked and that pissed me off.
Fuck, I called her so damn much that I fucked around and used Des phone to get in contact with her.
When she mentioned the missed calls to Des when we got here, I changed the subject so muthafucking fast.
But fuck all that, the worst thing Mocha’s ass could have done in this very moment, was remind me that she was really dolled up for this faking ass nigga.
“You feel like testing me, Mocha?” I questioned.
“How am I testing you, Fame? Please answer me that? Am I not here, on a date?” She repeated, like I needed the reminder.
“With a nigga that put no fucking effort in, other than asking you to come. Weak ass nigga didn’t think he could get somebody like you to agree, so it caught him off guard.
Picture you still waiting for an open table, had I not shown up.
” She was tryna focus on my face so that she could respond, but she was rightfully distracted because my dick was about to rip my damn zipper from it getting harder as we spoke. “I’m up here, Mocha.”
“Yeah but it’s… You’re… Fammmeeee.” I hated just how much I was enjoying what was going on. Watching her try her best to hold it together but failing horribly made this game way too interesting for me to just walk away and let her be.
“Fame what, Mocha? I’m talking to you, that nigga got a mind of his own. I’m tryna have an adult like conversation with ya, but you making this shit hard, pun intended.”
“I’m not doing anything! Fame, move, for real.
I need to get back to my…” Before she could finish her sentence I cut off her airway by finally wrapping my hand around her neck and squeezing.
Instead of fear, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she released a moan that had even caught her by surprise.
Her eyes damn near popped from the sockets when she realized that the moan wasn’t just in her head.
“Oh my God! This isn’t right…” she uttered with no attempt of pushing me away.
“Shit, it damn sure ain’t wrong. You can keep throwing your date in my face Mocha, but that shit ain’t as effective as you think it is.
I mean, if I thought he had a chance at touching my shit, maybe.
But ma, I have the self-control of a monk, usually.
So you can’t really blame this…” I paused as I thrust my pelvis “…on me. Not when she been calling out to him from the moment I put that gun on the table.”
“What? You’re imagining shit at this point. And what’s your shit?” She questioned, while opening her thighs a little wider. I don’t even think she noticed.
“Mocha, the first time I smelled her was on the way home from the club. Lil shit like me pushing my whip had her creaming. Then the morning after, when you made breakfast, that’s when you first laid eyes on him.
In your head you were saying it was too much, but she was up for the challenge, I could smell that she was from across the room, I let you make it though.
Gave you the time to get your head on the same accord as her.
Then you blocked me and showed up with that nigga, ma.
I almost told you that you weren’t deserving of the dick and called that it.
But then I smelled her. Yo ass might not be deserving, but she damn sure is. ”
“Yeah, whatever you smoked before arriving was some good shit, either that or you’re delusional. We should go before…” She attempted to throw out that excuse again but stopped before mentioning that nigga.
“You learn quick, shit, maybe you do deserve some dick.” Taking a small step back, we both looked down at my pants and saw how her juices had seeped through and fucked up my pants. “I guess this my imagination too, huh?” I asked with a smirk. Her dark chocolate skin was damn near turning red.
“Oh my God, Fame, I’m sorry!” She apologized before reaching out and attempting to wipe it away. At her touch, my dick surprised the both of us and fucked up the zipper of my pants. At the sight of the head freeing itself, I could have sworn her ass drooled. “Wait! I didn’t mean…”
“Told you that nigga got a mind of his own. Now I can’t even enjoy my steak I was craving. I gotta take my ass home and send a black truck for ‘ole girl.” I chuckled.
“I’m sooooo sorry.” We had been ignoring the other knocks on the door, but hearing Desiree call out to Mocha made her attempt to get down once again. Instead of moving when she attempted to jump down, I caught her ass mid leap. “That’s Desiree!” She whispered.
“I’m aware, she fitna go. She has four other bathrooms to check.
But back to this I’m an eye for an eye type of nigga ma, you ruined something of mine, so it’s only fair…
” reaching between us, I ripped off the thin fabric that was covering her pussy and ignored her surprised shriek as I brought it to my nose and inhaled.
“Yeah, my imagination ain’t never been this good.
Now we even. Do me a favor Mocha, tell me am I still delusional in thinking that she wasn’t calling out to me?
All this ain’t for me?” I asked as the head of my dick set against the folds of her pussy getting drenched.
“Fame, this is wrong, I’m not about to fuck you and damn sure not in the bathroom when your girlfriend is…”
“I’d never play you like that ma. Nah, the way I plan to act up in that pussy, I need time we don’t have, a whole lot of space and the perfect opportunity.
For now, I’m just giving my girl what she wants.
Don’t move.” Before she could process what I said, I went with my move; I needed to test a theory.
Gripping my dick, I maintained eye contact with Mocha as I used just the head and rubbed against her clit.
I barely applied any pressure before her body began vibrating and her juices really fucked my pants up.
Between the way she was moaning in my ear and the way her pussy was tryna suck me in, I knew I needed to make my exit.
Once her legs were halfway steady, I placed Mocha on her feet and fixed my clothes the best way I could.
There were individually wrapped feminine wipes available and I wasted no time ripping a few open, before bending down and cleaning between her thighs.
Mocha was quiet as hell as she watched me in shock and I don’t offer any words until I was making my way out the door.
“Oh and Mocha. Yeah, that’s definitely my pussy and I’m for sure coming see about that.” I promised before I went back outside the way I had come in.
“Your girl came looking for you. I told her you had an emergency and said you would be right back.” The valet I spoke with earlier said as soon as he saw me.
“Good looking out, do me a favor and grab my car as fast as humanly possible.” I replied while handing him a few more bills. He wasted no time bringing my car around and I appreciated that. Climbing in, I went to close the door before he started speaking again.
“I know it ain’t my place bruh, but, if you dipping off on something like her, I can only imagine what the other girl looks like.” He smiled.
“Nahhhh, your imagination ain’t never been that good, lil homie. She something special for sure.” I said as I pulled off so that I could beat Des back to my spot.