Story Macallister
“Mmmm Walker, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He raised my legs back to my ears. I grabbed them so they wouldn’t move and his face devoured my pussy. My head went back into the pillow, and I just savored the feeling of his mouth. I came into his mouth two times, my legs fell from my hands and my head was spinning.
Walker climbed on top of me and grabbed the condom on the nightstand. He put it on fast and was inside of me even faster.
“I’ma miss this pussy real bad, real got damn bad. You gone miss this dick?”
“Oooo yes, I will, shit hell yes, I will! Deeper, go deeper.”
Walker flipped me over and started fucking me good and hard from the back. Just like I like it.
“That was the sendoff I needed.” I told him when I came out of the bathroom from a hot shower. I closed my robe tight and used the towel to ring the ends of my wet hair out.
“Glad I could do what I do best.” After he had his shoes on, he stood up and walked over to me.
He was very good-looking, caramel skin tone, short curly hair, slim with tattoos and a nice size dick. His finger went under my chin then he kissed me.
“Can’t believe you’re moving, I’ll miss you, Story.”
“I’ll miss you too, we been around each other since we were in ninth grade. But look at it like this, now you can commit fully to your relationship.”
He laughed and so did I.
“I’ll be beatin’ my dick with thoughts of you every damn night.”
I playfully pushed him, “Shut up! You better get out of here. Sherry will be off work soon.”
“Yeah, I need to go and head out.”
I walked him to the door and before he opened it, he gave me hug and a final kiss.
“Bye Story.”
“Bye Walker.” He opened the door and left.
I put the top door lock on then walked back to the bed. I feel like I am giving the wrong impression so let me explain. Walker was my first love from high school. I gave him my virginity when I was seventeen. We broke up a few months later because he got a basketball scholarship to play at UCLA.
We just felt it was better to break up instead of trying to make it work. That summer of our senior year Walker tore his ACL and his plans changed. But we did not get back together. In fact, he got a girlfriend named Sherry.
He and I kept messing around only because he was the only man I was comfortable having sex with. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, he did too but here we are. The both of us knew what we had was not a relationship, just hook-ups.
Now, I am moving from Arizona to Michigan tomorrow. I stayed in a hotel for the night until my flight leaves in the morning. I put my house-shoes on, my oversize T-shirt. I grabbed my phone and hotel key then left out of my room. When I got to the door that was two down from mine, I knocked on it.
“Did you and Walker say your goodbye?” He used air quotes when he said the word goodbye.
Hendrix has been my best friend in the world since we met in the sixth grade. I had such a crush on him all through middle school. He was the best-looking guy in class. Back then he had dreadlocks and I liked his dimples. We became boyfriend and girlfriend a month after meeting.
I was so excited to have my first boyfriend, and we were such a cute couple. We stayed together until the summer at the end of eighth grade. Me and Hendrix were watching the 4th of July fireworks and that’s when he broke up with me. I was devastated and asked him why.
Hendrix looked me in my eyes and told me because he was gay. He knew it, but he assumed it would go away. He explained to me that he wanted to get a girlfriend and see if it was what he liked.
I did not know how to take it until he broke down, and he begged me not to leave his life. Hendrix became more than my boyfriend, we were best friends and I assumed I had it all. The way he hugged me and cried made me forgive him and continue to be his best friend.
I kept his secret too because Hendrix was not ready to come out at all. That did not happen until our senior year of high school. I was so proud of him telling his parents, siblings, and family.
It took them a while to accept it but eventually they grew to love the real him. Now, we are nineteen years old, and he is moving with me to start a new life.
I put my long curly hair in a ponytail laughing then answered, “We did and it was good as always.”
“This is why I’m glad we are gettin’ tha fuck outta here. You need a new start away from that nigga. Either that or I’ma have to kick his ass and tell him to stay the fuck away.”
I fell on the bed laughing because he was so serious. Hendrix was the straightest, gayest man on this earth. He liked to have sex with men and was out about it, other than that when you look at him you would think he was straight.
His style, demeanor and how he did not play about me at all looked like he was my overprotective boyfriend. When we hit tenth grade, Hendrix cut his dreadlocks and has been wearing a low haircut with thick waves.
His beard came in when we were seventeen. Making his black and west Indian features show even more. Hendrix kept it short, it covered his jar, it was full and went around his mouth.
“Walker is not about to be a problem anymore. Truthfully, he is a big reason why I want a new beginning. I do not want to be this person who keeps sleeping with someone else’s man just because I am scared to let someone new in. I think we both need it.” I put emphasis on that word.
“Why yo’ big head ass say it like that!?” He laughed and asked.
“Um hello! Darrayl Johnson! You’re kryptonite!
That man has been your toxic trait for two years.
As sexy as y’all are together, let’s be real Drix.
He plays games, then you play games and make him crazy.
Then you get crazy when he goes back to playing games.
Between him and Walker, we need to leave them both behind. ”
Hendrix rubbed his hand down his waves, “I’ll give you that, it’s hard breaking from a muthafucka fine, who can suck my dick good and take my dick even better.”
“OH MY GOD!” I hit his arm and fell into the pillow laughing.
Hendrix and I had no boundaries when we talked but I still would scream when he was so blunt.
“Shit, I’m just sayin’! But naw, for real Darrayl isn’t hard to let go.
He was something I was used to, like Walker was for you.
But you’re a girl and y’all emotions are different.
I know it’s hard to move on and close the door.
So, let me close it for you as your best friend and someone who will put a muthafucka in the ground over you. ”
I put my arm through his and hugged it, “I know and I love you so much for that. Arizona will always be our home with our families here. But Michigan is about to be amazing for us! My sister and a few aunts of mine are there. Your brothers, sister and some cousins are there. But I have a serious question for you.”
“Shoot.” He sat on the bed next to me and crossed his long legs.
“Will you only go to school full-time? Meaning will you stop selling drugs? I know with your brothers and cousins, they are all in the game. Do you see yourself finished?”
Hendrix was in the drug game with his four brothers and three cousins. Two of his brothers live in Arizona and the other two were in Michigan.
“You know out of everybody on this earth I keep it a buck wit’chu. I want to go to school so I can work towards my own hotel. But I also want to, naw I need to stack money. I’ll be good Story. You know I’m always careful so don’t give me that look. Come on and bring it in.”
I snuggled closer to him and gave him a hug. Hendrix had me so worried when he started selling drugs at sixteen. In my mind, that either led him to prison or death and I could never lose my best friend.
“If you get hurt or caught up, I will never forgive you.” I confessed to him.
“I know. Love you too.”
“Do love me enough to watch Pretty Woman with me?”
“Woman! I keep tellin’ you I ain’t that damn gay!”
Me and him were laughing so hard. Hendrix hated when I made him watch my rom com movies with me. But I was obsessed with them since I was in middle school. Pretty Woman was on that I haven’t seen yet. Hendrix knew he was about to give in and watch it with me.
“Add that to the list of ‘Things to Do in Michigan.’ Get’chu some homegirls!” He joked.
I waved him off laughing and putting the movie on for us.
**
Two weeks later
“You can sit it in this room against the wall.” I told the people from Gardner White when they delivered the new couch I selected.
Me and Hendrix were finally in our new three-level townhouse. I found this place online after searching for the perfect townhouse for three months. Hendrix was no help. He was a typical guy. All he told me was to make sure we had a spacious living room.
Even when it came to picking out the couch, Hendrix said no pink and no glitter. That was all! As funny as that was, I liked how he did not care. Our townhouse has a private basement with storage space. The second floor had a huge living room, kitchen, full bathroom and first master bedroom.
Upstairs was my room, Hendrix said he wanted to take the second floor just in case anything ever happened. I’d be safe while he managed anything that went on. There was a small sitting area then behind the wall was the second master bedroom at.
Upstairs is where I was able to let all my girly ways spill out. In the sitting room I had a fluffy, white boneless oversized lounge chair with a 30-inch TV mounted against the wall. One of my many throw-blankets was across the chair.
I had two tall, stacked ball floor lamps. My four favorite movies were pictures hung in LED frames on the walls. Never Been Kissed, Dirty Dancing, Look Who’s Talking and Legally Blonde.
That was my own mini living room. My bedroom was more adult, purple, grey and silver were the colors I picked. I had a canopy bed with sheer double layer curtains. It took two weeks for us to get settled with the furniture and all our belongings.