Halo #2
“This all new to you and right now you’re feeling rejected because she did not say it back.”
“But who said she rejected him just ‘because she hasn’t.” Greek added. “Could be she just ain’t there yet or maybe some shit blocking her.”
“And that’s true too but our brother wouldn’t be taking it so hard had he got some experience under his belt. Before y’all think I’m being funny just hear me out. Brother, I’m not saying to you need to go climb in a bunch of pussy.
I’m just saying you put all your eggs in one basket for the first time. Story is experience more than you, so she already got control of the situation and her feelings better than you.”
“Can’t believe you said some sensible shit.” Greek praised him then he looked at me. “He got a point Halo but then again the only way you’ll silence your mind is if you holla at Story.”
“But won’t it come off as me pressuring her?” I was all kinds of confused and needed clarity.
“Naw because you’re not asking her to tell her to say it back or making it seem like you mad about it. All you’re doing is getting to know more about her past in a settle way. Like asking about her ex’s or even her first time. See what she says, and you’ll be able to see what’s up.”
I blew out my mouth and rubbed my hand down my face. Greek went back to cooking and put us out the kitchen. Me and Golden went to the living room to play the game.
“My bad about earlier again Halo. You know how my mouth can get and it needs to be checked sometimes.”
“You good brother, apology accepted.” I picked up the controller so I could select my NBA team.
“Look, I want to add to what I said earlier. Something that might help you a little more.” Golden said as he picked his usual team, the Dallas Mavericks.
“Alright.” I picked the Boston Celtics.
“Don’t tell Greek but sometimes, and I do mean sometimes, if I need help with figuring out a female then I’ll ask another one. And I’m not talking about auntie Imani. I mean like friends, you need female friends’ brother.
You don’t have to be fucking them, but you can have home girls who you just kick it with like how you do us. No better person to know females better than another one. You have got a girl now and that’s good but don’t make your whole life all about her.
Nothing is wrong with having friends, still hanging out, and having an enjoyable time. Just wanted to plant that seed in your head. You might as well continue building your life the way you want it starting with Story. Now, make some friends and be a little more social. Ya feel me?”
What Golden was saying made sense. I had been in the background and disassociated myself from a lot since I was ten years old.
“Yeah, I feel you.”
**
“Man, I can’t do this shit, they gave me a broke machine.”
Story wiped her hands on her apron then came over to look at what I did.
“Babe what did you do?!” She laughed and asked me.
“I did what the damn teach said. I’m about to toss this bitch at his damn head.”
My girl laughed even harder to the point that she snorted. Even the couple across from us and next to us were laughing. Story made a date for us to go to a couple’s pottery class. I didn’t even know what the hell pottery was until we got here.
Then I remember that scene from the movie Ghost. I thought we were about to have one of those sexy moments, but this was completely different. We worked in separate stations, and I had a jacked-up machine.
Every time I came close to forming a vase the dumb shit would collapse. To make matters worse the teacher was some yoga doing, stretch pants wearing, small ponytail having bimbo.
“All I did was keep my touch gentle like he said.” I angrily grabbed more clay to start over.
“Remember to keep the energy positive. Anger can affect how you create.”
I leaned over and whispered in Story’s ear. “If he says that one more time I swear I’ma stick this machine up his ass and turn it on. See what I can make out of him.”
Story laughed hard then gave me a kiss on the lips. “You want me to help you babe?”
“Please.” I answered her.
She was done with her vase, and it was perfect. Story came up under my arms and stood in front of me. She grabbed some clay, told me to put my hands on top of hers and we started shaping the clay.
“See, when you relax and take your time it works.” Her soft voice said to me and I kissed her neck.
“You make everything better.” I whispered in her ear and kissed her neck again.
I looked up and the teacher did not seem pleased. I gave that nigga a look and he cleared his throat and pretended to not see us.
“I think we make everything better. Thanks for coming here with me, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“I’ll go wherever you want me to go boo. You know that.” I pressed into her more and I know she felt my hardness.
She snickered and said, “Oh my goodness Halo we are in the middle of class with nine other couples in here.”
“I know but what do you want me to do. You put this soft ass against me, and you know how I get.”
I was hooked on fucking her and she gave it to me all the time.
Story let me try every position on her, what I needed a little help with she had no problem showing me.
It was the sexiest thing when she instructed me.
I loved when her tinder hands held my dick and she’d talk to me while we fucked.
Like last night I was fucking her from the side.
Story told me to grab her thigh and to keep it in the air while I stroked. When I did it, she was moaning and encouraging the hell out of me. Once I got the hang of it, the roles reversed and it was me coaxing and her cumming all on me.
Story told me all the time how she was on birth-control and for that I never had to wear a condom.
I told her that I kept the same two magnums in my wallet that Golden gave me when we were sixteen.
In case she ever wanted me to strap-up. To be honest, I liked being in Story raw, I could feel her entire insides.
Pottery class is over. We left with two vases and great memories. These dates that we did were a lot of fun. Nothing was too childish or too mature for us, we just like having a good time and being together.
“I got a job to do in California next week. It’s just for two days, like in New York.” I told her as I pulled in the parking space at the restaurant.
“Just be safe and return in one piece. Or I’ll hire yourself to kill yourself.”
I thought what she said was funny and she did too.
“Swear I’ll be back to you the same way I left.” I got out, opened her door and we walked inside of the restaurant.