FALLEN
“Welcome to AT I knew he could probably suck the skin off some pussy. Just the thought of his lips curled around my pussy made me shudder.
“Pussy is my medicine.” He finally said still staring into my eyes. “I ain’t right without it.”
“Damn, my homegirl can probably hook you up, she wanna be paid though.” I told him matching his serious expression.
“That’s fucked up. You ain’t even trying to help a nigga out?” he asked.
“I’m not attracted to men, I’m sorry.” I lied.
“You right, you ain’t attracted to men, you attracted to me.” He said cockily before he attempted to run his finger over the top of my lip.
“I’m attracted to your cousin.” I told him as I worked on my third wing.
“Ima leave you alone and let you eat.” He told me as he continued eating his food.
It was awkward being in a car, gobbling down wings, and lemonade with a nigga I barely knew. It was something about to Jamar though, he was smart, funny, and entertaining, but he was still a stranger.
“Where is your girlfriend Jamar?” I asked him breaking the silence in the small car.
“Hell, if I know.” He shrugged.
“The hell if you know as in, you legit don’t know where she is?”
“I’m single, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Just a bitch you fucking right?” I asked.
“What you want me to say? I’m married with kids; would that make this any better?” he asked licking his fingers.
“What? Hell no, it wouldn’t make it better.” I said with a frown.
“Where yo boyfriend at?” he asked
“I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m into women.” I explained.
“That’s cool, I don’t mind a threesome here and there.” He nodded as he cleaned a bone.
“Well, I don’t. I don’t like to share.” I flirted.
Why was I flirting with him?
“Can I ask you something personal?” he asked after a few moments of silence. “You can ask, but I probably ain’t gon’ tell you.” I shrugged.
“You ever been with a nigga before?”
“Be still Fallen. You can’t keep moving around like that if you want me to make you feel good.” He whispered.
I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or if it was actually happening, but my mom’s boyfriend, was in my bed hovering over me. I couldn’t control my movements, but I was trying to get away from him. My panties were down, hanging on to one ankle while his fingers probed and poked my sensitive folds.
“Please stop, I don’t want to do this anymore.” I begged in a low voice.
“I been doing it, Fallen, don’t start that shit now.” He fussed pulling my body down on the grown man dick sprouting from his body.
I was only thirteen and my parents had been divorced for almost a year, but my mom wouldn’t let him see us most of the time.
She was serious about Willis, I could see it in her eyes when she looked at him and after all the sadness, she’s been through with my dad, I wanted her to be happy.
So, night after night I laid still while Willis pumped his dick inside me until he came into the condom.
“That shit feel good baby?” he asked in my ear.
“That’s not up for conversation.” I replied finishing the last of my wings and diving into the wedges I just realized were in the bag.
“Aight, how long you and Sam been together?”
“A little over two years.” I replied.
“You met my auntie yet?”
“No, Sam keeps trying to get me down to Miami, but I’ve been busy lately.” I lied.
I loved Sam, but I wasn’t sure how long our relationship was going to last. She was too clingy, too insecure and too serious for me.
I know most of her behavior was my fault because I cheated early on, but I was feeling suffocated and she was impossible to talk to.
Anytime I opened my mouth to talk to her she was a ball of emotions and I was over it.
“She met yo peoples?”
“Why do you care so much?” I asked him.
“I’m just trying to figure y’all out, you know how serious y’all are.” He shrugged.
“Oh, I get it. You ain’t used to somebody telling you no. Well, let me repeat it for you, no, I’m not fucking you or cheating on my girlfriend in any kind of way.” I replied crossing my arms over my chest.
“Oh, that’s yo word? You serious?” he asked his eyes lightening up. “Yeah, I’m not cheating on Sam.” I shrugged.
“How much you want to put on it?” he asked.
“You think betting me that I’m going to cheat is going to make me do it? And even if I was to cheat on my girl, it wouldn’t be with you. I’m not attracted to you at all.” I lied laying it on thick.
“That’s why yo nipples hard and why you keep looking down at my dick print. I guess I shouldn’t have worn sweats, but damn I almost feel violated the way you keep staring at my mans.” He said with a wide smile.
My eyes snapped shut as I cringed, he caught me staring at the large dick print in his sweats. I felt so embarrassed that he knew I was looking at his dick and now that he spoke on it, I couldn’t seem to look away.
“My nipples hard cause you got the air blasting right on me.” I covered it up.
“Aight.” He nodded looking away from me.
“What you don’t believe me?”
“Hell, nah I don’t believe you. It ain’t a bitch alive I can’t get.” He scoffed before he devoured a wing quickly.
“Nigga, please, you ain’t even cute, all these bitches chasing that money trail behind you.” I replied.
“Money trail?” he repeated. “What the fuck you talking about? I’m broke, girl. I ain’t got no money, shit I ain’t even got a job.”
“The lies you tell!” I laughed playfully. “You got what? Two or three gold chains on, diamond earrings, pinky rings, and I know that watch ran a few bands too. You might have a job, but you got some money.”
“Nah, I ain’t shit for real, but you should come fuck with me tonight. What’s today? Monday. I’ll watch Love and Hip Hop with you, and we can kick it, just like we doing now.” He suggested.
“Nigga I don’t know you like that.” I said shaking my head. “Aight, I’ll come to yo shit, I’ll bring food and shit?—”
“What is this? A date?” I frowned.
“It ain’t no damn, date, it’s just two friends kicking back watching TV and giving commentary.” He replied.
“I’ll see if Sam wants to come” I asked with a laugh.
“I already told you how I felt about Sam.” He replied.
“Whatever.” I said rolling my eyes.
“It’s cool, I knew you couldn’t resist me, most females can’t.” he shrugged.
“Gimmie yo phone so I can put my address in you GPS.” I said before I climbed out of the car.
***
“What am I doing?” I asked Blaine as I moved around the kitchen making sure it was clean.
The entire house smelled like bleach and candles due to my cleaning spree when I came home from work. I soaked in the bathtub as long as I could before getting out and cleaning the living room and kitchen area.
“The way the house was smelling when I left, it smelt like you was cleaning up for yo dick appointment.” She teased.
“Why would you say that?” I asked slamming the dish rag against the countertop. “Did you wash your pussy?” she asked.
“That don’t mean shit.” I denied the obvious.
“Does Sam know?” she asked.
“That don’t mean shit either.”
“Make sure he wears a condom and text me when he leaves so, I don’t interrupt nothing.” She replied.
“And ain’t, I?—”
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted our conversation.
“Oh shit. What do I do?” I asked her.
“Answer the door, flirt, and pray the dick is worth cheating on Sam’s crazy ass. Relax and have a good night.” She told me and hung up the phone.
I took a few breaths to calm down before I opened the door. On the other side of my front door was chocolate Thor, dressed in the same clothes he wore earlier and two big ass grocery bags in his hand.
“Hey.”
“What up?” he asked leaning down and kissing my jaw lightly.
“You good with stuffed peppers?” he asked sitting the bags on the counter.
“You know how to make stuffed peppers?” I asked in shock as I helped him unload the bags.
“So, you just assumed I couldn’t cook. Damn, that hurts Fallen, but it’s cool cause if you stay on my good side I’ma teach you everything I know.” He grinned at me from across the island.
“Whatever, nigga I can cook.” I lied.
I could do a little bit here and there, but nothing serious like what he was about to do. I poured two glasses of wine for us and watched as he got started.
“Come on round here and help me cook our food.” He demanded and I followed.
Everything with Jamar was easy, it just flowed. We laughed and joked about simple shit and before I realized it, I was opening the second bottle of wine and replenishing my glass.
“Aight, let me taste this shit and see what you got going on.” I said cutting the pepper that was now on my plate with smoke rolling off it through the holes in the cheese layer that covered the top.
I blew the small fork full before bringing it to my mouth. I closed my mouth and moaned as the ground turkey, cheese, peppers, and seasonings melted on my tongue.
“Damn, this is good—what are you doing?” I asked once my eyes were opened and Jamar was standing in front of me.
I was sitting on the island behind where he was cooking on the stove. Now Jamar was standing in front of me staring me down.
“Just taking you in, is that allowed?”
“What are we doing? I’m in a relationship and I don’t even know you?—”
“What you want to know? Ask me whatever you want, and I’ll answer it.” He told me with his hands now on my thighs.
“Why me? Why are you here with me?”
“I don’t know, but after that day in the store I can’t keep you off my mind. I think it’s my dad’s fault honestly.” He said as he leaned forward attempting to kiss me.
I dodged his kiss and jumped down from the counter brushing my hip against his growing manhood.
“How is it your dad’s fault?” I asked moving to the bottle of wine to pour another glass to eat my food with.
“He said the second he met my mom he knew she was going to be the woman he would spend the rest of his life with. Before he died, they were married for thirty years.” He revealed.
“Wow, thirty years. That’s dope as hell.” I smiled.
“I know, you don’t see too many people with the love they had.” He shook his head as he carried our plates to the table.
After we ate, we didn’t turn the TV on, instead we just sat talking and cleaning the kitchen up.
“I actually had fun with you tonight.” I told him as I led him to the door. “I had fun too, we should do this again.” He said turning to face me.
“Yeah, maybe we invite Sam next time.” I suggested.
“Go head.” He said leaning against the door.
“So, I guess I won, huh?” I asked propping my hands on my yoga pants. “Come here.” He demanded.
“No, I’m not cheating on my girlfriend Jamar.” I refused.
“Girl, just give me a hug.” He demanded.
I leaned into him and hugged him lightly.
His hands held my waist tightly as he kissed my ear and neck areas.
His big hands massaged my ass as his lips found mine.
One minute we were just kissing and the next my hands were in his sweats jacking his dick while he unclasped my bra under my white t-shirt.
“Oh, shit.” I heard Blaine’s voice and my eyes popped open.
She was coming in the door and we were behind it. Jamar continued to stand in front of me so Blaine couldn’t see me fixing my bra.
“I’m sorry, y’all, but I was getting tired.” She said walking to her room without looking back.
“Damn, my fault.” Jamar said leaning down into me.
“It’s okay. I’ll call you, okay.” I asked as I opened the door.
He nodded his head and walked out the door, leaving me alone to face the music.