dressed, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame of the door. I blink, wiping drool from the corner of my mouth. “Yo, that musta been some kinda dreamin’,” he says, frowning.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, reaching over and flipping up the lever for the drain.
“You were in here moaning.”
I laugh, sucking my teeth, trying to play it off. “Boy, I was not.”
“Yeah, aiight. I know what I heard,” he says, stepping into the bathroom, grabbing my towel.
I ignore him. “OhmyGod, what time is it?”
“Time for you to get ya ass up outta there.” I stand, letting the remnants of soapsuds glide down my body. The chill causes my nipples to harden like milk duds. Jasper inadvertently licks his lips, letting his gaze fall on my titties. “Here. Let me.”
He opens the towel. And I step in.
“Damn, my baby’s sexy as hell,” he says, lightly drying me off. I raise my arms up over my head, smiling. “Let me find out you in here dreamin’ ’bout some other nigga, aiight? And I’ma bust ya ass, yo.”
I suck my teeth, rolling my eyes. “Jasper, don’t start your shit. We had a good day without any incidences so, please, let’s not fuck it up.”
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, drying my body. “You’ve been warned, Pash.”
I stare him down, shaking my head. “Whatever. Where you going?”
“Stax is comin’ through to scoop me up. I gotta make a few runs before I head back to the halfway house.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t wait for this shit to be over wit’ so I can be home wit’ ya sexy ass for good.”
“I can’t wait either,” I assure him, taking my towel from him. I wrap it around my breast, then tuck the ends in, walking out into the bedroom. The room is a mess. Shit is thrown all over the place. I start picking up clothes. “Umm, what kind of runs you need to make?”
“Business,” he says, grinning.
“What kind of business?”
“Yo, chill,” he says, picking up my purple bikini-cut panties. I catch him sniffing them, then sticking them in his pocket. “I got this.”
“Ugh, you’re disgusting. What’s up with you taking my underwear with you? That’s like the third pair you’ve taken.”
“And? Was those ya last pair or somethin’?”
I roll my eyes. “No, smart-ass.”
“Oh, aiight, then.” I lotion my body up with Victoria Secret’s peach lotion, then slip into a pair of pink thongs and a matching bra. Jasper watches me. “Yo, where you going?”
“To the mall,” I tell him.
“Oh, now all of a sudden you takin’ ya ass to the mall. Yeah, aiight.”
“Ummm, excuse you,” I say, turning around to face him, “I
He stares at me, grinning. “I’ma be home in a minute. You’ll have me all to ya’self, then.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
He walks over and kisses me. “Yo, you know you sexy when you pout. You makin’ my dick hard.” I smile against my will, rubbing it. “Yo, stop that.” I grab it more aggressively, pressing my body pelvis up against him.
“Give me some more of this dick,” I say as he gently sucks on my neck. He loops his two thick fingers in my underwear and begins playing in my wetness, stirring my pussy.
The doorbell rings, abruptly shutting shit down. I suck my teeth as Jasper pulls his fingers out of me. “Time’s up,” he says.
“Yeah, perfect timing,” I say sarcastically. “You make me sick.”
“Yeah, aiight. What I do?” He sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucks my juices off, licking his lips. “Damn, you taste good. I’ma hit you later, aiight?”
“Yeah, okay,” I say, slipping on my robe.
“Oh, you gotta attitude now?”
“No, not at all. Do you. I’ll talk to you tonight.”
He gives me a peck on the lips. “Yeah, aiight. Yo, scoop me up a pair of white on white shell-toes while you at the mall.”
“Nigga,” I say, following him down the stairs, “you goin’ out. Get your own Adidas.”
He laughs. “See, there you go. Startin’ ya shit, again. Go, get them shits and stop playin’, aiight?”
“I’m not getting shit,” I say, pouting. I cross my arms over my chest. Mad that he’s bouncing three hours before he has to be back at the halfway house.
He opens the door, yells out to Stax that he’ll be right out. Remembers he left his cell down in the basement, then goes to retrieve it. Three minutes later, he comes back up, gives me another kiss, then heads out the door.
TWENTY-FOUR
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I reread the ad, then post it. It’s been several weeks since I’ve been out on the prowl. And I was doing really good, staying off the site. But, tonight, temptation is much greater than rationale for me. I want dick!
“This is my last post,” I say to myself, “then I’m closing this shit down.” I make myself invisible on the IM radar, then begin opening emails from a few days ago.
I type back.
Mister six-foot-three sends me another email, this time with an attachment. When it opens, I smile. It’s long, thick and dark-chocolate. And reminds me of an oversized Snickers bar loaded with delicious, chewy nuts; instantly, my mouth waters. My choice has been made. I’m sucking this nigga’s dick. I reply back.
I delete the rest of the emails, deciding if I can’t suck his, then I’m not sucking on anyone else’s tonight. Instead, I’ll take my ass to bed and call it a night. I glance at the time at the bottom, right corner of my laptop. 9:15 P.M.
I sit in front of the computer screen, waiting to hear back from him, like a junkie needing a fix. Four minutes
