A Li'l Dab of Drama

by LaJill Hunt

  Sophia's eyes widened. Un-fucking-believable! This boy is really trying to play me at this table.

  "You got that right," Gerald nodded, "Now where the hell is that waitress?"

  Sophia was so anxious, that she could barely eat her food when the waitress brought it to the table. Gerald was acting like he couldn't keep his hands off her, and it didn't help that Drew was every so often giving her looks as if he wanted to devour her. The seductive vibes were so strong, she wondered if everyone at the table could feel them.

  "You want dessert, baby?" Gerald leaned over and whispered in her ear as his hand squeezed her thigh.

  "No, thanks," she told him, "I didn't even eat all my food."

  "I wasn't talking about eating it here," he laughed.

  Mack overheard and loudly commented, "I hear you, man!"

  Sophia glanced up to see Drew smiling at her. She decided the best thing to do was change the subject, "What time are we leaving in the morning?"

  "Early as possible," Gerald replied.

  "Sounds like you may be in for a long night anyway, G!" Mack winked at Sophia who was scowling at him.

  "We should go ahead and get going," Sophia said, "We got an eight hour drive ahead of us."

  "Come on, stay for one more round," Mack pleaded, "Drew ain't even ready to go."

  "Actually, I'm meeting someone," Drew stood up and placed a hundred dollar bill on the table, "That should cover my part of the bill."

  Sophia didn't know whether to be disappointed because Drew was leaving or pissed about his leaving her to meet someone else. Girl, okay you are really tripping. You just met this man and know the games he's about playing.

  Gerald grabbed the money off the table and handed it back to his brother, "Man, don't even try it. You really think I'm gonna give you the pleasure of telling Mama that you came to my city and had to pay for your own meal? I don't think so."

  "Gerald, don't be like that," Sophia frowned. She was more concerned with who Drew was meeting at the bar rather than who was paying.

  "Whatever, Gerald," Drew said, walking away from the table, "I'll holla at y'all later."

  "See, this is the bullshit I'm talking about," Gerald looked over at Mack, "This nigga is always trying to show out."

  "I don't think that's what he was trying to do. He was being thoughtful," Sophia told him as she gathered her purse, "I'm tired and I'm ready to go myself. Come on."

  Gerald frowned at her as she stood up, "I told you I wasn't ready. Why are you tripping?"

  "I'm not tripping," Sophia replied, "You know what? I drove my own car. I'm going home."

  "Fine, I'll see you when I get there," Gerald laughed.

  "Negro please. I don't live with you!" Sophia scowled.

  "Daaaammmnnn," Mack seemed to be enjoying their sudden disagreement. Sophia gave him an evil look and was grateful that he had sense enough to sit back and shut the hell up. She hurriedly got up from the table and made her way through the crowded restaurant.

  "Sophia," she felt Gerald's hand on her arm and she jerked away, "Come on, baby. Don't leave like this."

  Sophia turned to face him, "What? You want me to stay here while you and your ignorant ass friend get drunk and disrespect me some more? I don't think so."

  "Baby, I'm sorry for real," Gerald sighed, "I was wrong and you know I was just playing. I would never disrespect you. You're my baby."

  "Fine, Gerald. You stay a little while longer with your asshole friend, but I'm gone."

  "To my house?"

  Staring into his eyes, Sophia saw the sincerity and felt herself giving in, "Maybe."

  Gerald smiled at her, knowing that he was forgiven, "I love you, Sophie. I'll be there in a little while. Be ready when I get there."

  "I said maybe," Sophia leaned up and kissed him.

  Maybe, just maybe, she began thinking. Maybe tonight will be different.

  The liquor she had consumed at dinner, along with the semi-sexual texting with Drew had her hornier than normal and she was in the mood for getting freaky. When he gets home, I'm gonna strip for him as soon as he hits the bedroom, removing all of my clothes. She looked down at the Jessica Simpson stilettos she had on and smiled. Except for my shoes.... Maybe the liquor will loosen his ass up…the heels will give me more leverage in bed…it'll be better…by the time she made it to the car, Sophia had a plan.

  "Can I get a ride?"

  Sophia nearly jumped out of her skin, startled by the voice behind her. She turned to see Drew standing behind her, "Why the hell are you sneaking up on me like that? That's how people get shot!"

  "I know you don't have a gun," he laughed, taking a step closer to her.

  "I thought you had to meet someone?" She asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was in her personal space.

  "I do, but I need a ride to get there," he answered.

  "How were you gonna get there if I was still inside," she tilted her head to the side and waited for him to answer.

  "I knew you were coming out right behind me," Drew reached out to touch her and she took a step back, her back now against the car.

  "No, you didn't," she shook her head.

  "I knew once I left, there was no way you were gonna sit there with those two assholes. When I got up from that table, there was no reason for you to stay," he said it with such confidence, that even if it hadn't been a true statement, Sophia would have agreed with him, "So, can I get a ride?"

  Sophia reached into her purse and took her keys out, unlocking the doors, "A ride where?"

  "Wherever you want to ride me," Drew licked his lips. Sophia dropped her keys and he laughed as he bent over to pick them up.

  "You're an ass," she told him, turning red from embarrassment as she got in the car.

  "This may be true, but you have to admit that you like it," he shrugged, "I'm beginning to think you are a freak for pain. Maybe that's a turn on for you."

  "Don't be ridiculous," Sophia snapped, wondering why he would think such a thing, "And I advise you to get into the car if you don't want to be left."

  Drew walked to the other side of the car and got inside. Suddenly, he reached across Sophia's body, his hand brushing across her breast and landing into her lap. Her body was so hot from his touch that she self like she had a fever. What kind of hold does this little boy have on me? It took all she could to keep from turning her head and kissing him.

  "What the hell are you doing?" She asked as her heart began thumping so hard, she wondered if he could see it.

  "Helping with your seatbelt," he was so close to that she felt him breathing. He found the buckle and fastened it for her, "Safety is a key."

  She rolled her eyes at him and inhaled deeply as she started the car and began driving. R. Kelly was conveniently serenading them from the radio, encouraging their naughty behavior.

  "Do you know where the Jazzy Blues is?" Drew asked.

  Sophia nodded. The Jazzy Blues was one of Jaxyn's favorite hangout spots, "Of course."

  "Drop me off there," he said.

  Unable to resist the opportunity to give Drew a taste of his own medicine, she glanced at him seductively, "I thought you wanted a ride?"

  "You gonna give me one?" He smiled, again reaching into her lap and caressing her thigh.

  "Sure am, I'm riding you to the Jazzy Blues," she laughed.

  "Is that the only ride you wanna give me?" Drew's fingers slipped into her pants and she gasped as she felt him teasing her warmness.

  "Stop playing, I'm driving," she warned him. Her body disregarded what her mind was telling her and her legs opened even wider, giving him more access. She tried to focus on the road, but it was a difficult task. She was grateful when they came to a red light. Drew's fingers continued to taunt her with their pleasure and he assisted by leaning over and licking the lobe of her ear.

  "Pull over," he whispered.

  "No," she told him.

  "Why? Are you scared?"

  "No," she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she bega
n rotating against his hand. This is wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this. But it feels so damn good. It's like he knows exactly what to do, when to do it, and how it should be done.

  A horn blared from behind, bringing her back to reality. She pulled off and pulled his hand from between her legs at the same time. He smiled at her and licked his fingers, "Tasty. I love it."

  Unsure of her ability to resist temptation, Sophia decided the best thing to do was to hurry and get the hell away from what could possibly be her future brother in law. She had already crossed to many lines and was already at the point of no return. She made it to Jazzy Blues in record time.

  "Ok, this is where you wanted to go," she told him as she pulled in front.

  "No, this is where you wanted to take me," he sighed.

  "Get out," she told him.

  "As you wish," he said and then paused, "No kiss goodbye? I'm jealous. You gave Gerald one."

  "Gerald is my man," she snapped.

  "If that's what you wanna call him, cool," Drew laughed, "He ain't much of a man because he damn sure ain't handling his business."

  "And what makes you think that?"

  "I can show you better than I can tell you," Drew said. Just as he shut the door, he blew her a kiss and said, "Don't worry, I won't be late. Leave the door open for me."

  Sophia pulled off, shaking her head. Just as she was driving out the parking lot, she spotted a familiar red Honda with personalized tags reading 'Bad Jax'. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw Drew walking toward Jaxyn and giving her a hug. That asshole, she thought, I knew he was full of shit. I can't believe I even let his young ass get into my head. Let me go home before my man gets there. Maybe, just maybe, tonight will be the night he handles his business.

  Friday Morning

  12:52 A.M.

  "Oh yeah, that's it! Take that dick!" Gerald panted as he thrust in and out of Sophia. She felt like she was being fucked by a basketball, literally. His dick bounced in and out of her wetness, giving her no pleasure whatsoever.

  She spread her legs and grabbed the heels of her shoes, lifting her ass off the bed, praying that maybe throwing her pussy back at him would help her.

  "Sophie, baby you gotta stop. Don't move like that, I can't take it," Gerald moaned.

  Sophia shook her head. It was no use. She looked up at the ceiling, wondering how long he would continue to bounce. She spotted a shadow movement and realized that the bedroom door was slightly open. She squinted into the darkness and saw the figure standing in the crack of the door. Oh shit, it's Drew. How long has he been standing there? The thought of his watching her as caused her to become even more aroused. She sat up slightly, grabbing Gerald's back as she peaked over his shoulder. She could feel Drew's eyes on her. The door eased open a little more, and they stared at each other. Sophia was mesmerized. She began playing with her nipples and moaning, gyrating against Gerald's body. Drew continued to stare. Sophia's eyes drifted down to his crotch where she saw that his hands were inside. The movement of her body matched the back and forth movement of his hand. She closed her eyes and suddenly, instead of Gerald, it was Drew who was fucking her. His dick felt so good as it entered her. She started to writhe in pleasure.

  "Sophia baby, you're moving too much! I'm bout to come! Oh shit, it feels too good!"

  "Please, baby, not yet," Sophia pleaded. She had become so engrossed in her own performance that she forgot that she was indeed fucking her man and not his brother.

  "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH SHIIIITTT!" Gerald called out as he came.

  Sophia peaked at the doorway and saw a grinning Drew walking away. It dawned on Sophia that for the first time, she had actually come close to climaxing with Gerald.

  "You okay, Gerald?" She asked him, wiping the sweat from his brow.

  "Damn, that was good as hell. I love tearing that ass up," he said, "Get me a rag sweetie."

  Sophia went into the private bathroom in Gerald's room and washed herself up. When she returned to the bedroom, Gerald was passed out and snoring loudly, the sperm filled condom still on his limp dick. She rolled it off and wiped him off. She flushed the condom down the toilet and stared at herself in the mirror. I'm still horny!

  For the next two hours, Sophia tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, she got up and walked downstairs into the kitchen. The large bowl of ice cream she ate didn't make her feel better. Frustrated, Sophia decided to head back to bed. She squealed when she almost walked into Drew in the living room.

  "What the hell are you doing?" She whispered.

  "Getting something to drink," he whispered back, "What the hell are you doing?"

  "Going to bed," she laughed.

  "You're back early. You and Jax done already?"

  "Jealous?"

  "I don't think so. Of what?"

  "My being out with her instead of you."

  "I don't think so. I was fine where I was," she rolled her eyes at him.

  "Don't worry. It was just a coincidence that she was there. I had to meet one of my frat brothers about a job lead, that's all. We only had one drink and one dance," he said, then looked her up and down, "Besides, all I thought about was you."

  Sophia realized that all she had on was a tank top and she tried to pull it down. All Drew wore was a wife beater and a pair of boxers. She tried not to peak at the bulge through the opening.

  "Aw, come on, you don't have to do that," he said, seductively, "You know I've seen that all before."

  Sophia tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm. She stared up at him and asked, "Did you enjoy watching?"

  He seemed tickled by the question, "Not as much as you enjoyed having me watch. It didn't even start getting good to you until you saw me standing there. What? Did you pretend it was me instead of him?"

  "I don't think so," she said and pulled away again, not wanting him to see that there was some truth to what he was saying.

  "Please, before you saw me, you were laying there frustrated as hell," Drew laughed, "Poor baby."

  "Fuck you, Drew," Sophia said.

  "Not until you ask me nicely," Drew stood behind her and began sucking on her neck.

  "Ask you what?" Sophia closed her eyes as she felt him lift her shirt over her head. He took his index finger, placed it into her mouth and she sucked it.

  This is not good. Get the hell back upstairs, Sophia. He's 22!

  "Ask me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. His hardness poked her from behind and she turned around, placing her fingers around it. She knew not to get too excited. His brother had a nice sized dick, but he didn't know what to do with it.

  "No," she told him.

  Great answer, now go back upstairs and get into bed with your man. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. Go NOW!

  "Why not?" He asked, taking each one of her nipples into his mouth, "Isn't that what you want?"

  Sophia turned and pushed him onto the sofa. Before he could react, she dropped to the floor and took his dick into her mouth, teasing the tip of it with her tongue. He moaned in ecstasy and Sophia new that she now had the upper hand in their sexual game of cat and mouse. She looked up at Drew, enjoying the look of enjoyment on his face. Sophia loved giving head, but she rarely did it to Gerald because it made him come to quick.

  "Shit," Drew said as he looked down at her, "You're sexy as fuck, girl."

  "You ready?" She asked him, caressing his thighs with her fingertips.

  "For what?" He frowned.

  "To beg for it," she smiled, seductively.

  "I don't think so," he grinned.

  "Suit yourself," she said, taking him so far into her mouth that she almost gagged. Sophia knew she had him just where she wanted him. He grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her hair. His actions turned her on even more. Her mouth rhythmically moved back and forth, as she performed her oral magic on him. His grasp tightened and she knew that he was on the brink of exploding. Determined to keep her rank as game master, she stopped, and slid back on t
he floor.

  The look of enjoyment Drew had on his face quickly changed to one of confusion, "Wha..."

  "What's wrong?" Sophia smiled, spreading her firm thighs to give him a full view of her glistening center. Her clit was pulsating with horniness and begging for attention. She bit her bottom lip and stared at Drew. His eyes widened with surprise as she spread the lips of her wetness open and slipped two fingers inside. She rotated them, and watched his reaction. His mouth fell open and his dick seemed to be getting even bigger.

  "Beg for it," she whispered as she continued to pleasure herself.

  "Ask me nicely," he seemed just as determined as she was not to cave in.

  Sophia spread her legs even wider, inserting another finger, "Beg for it."

  Drew gulped and wrapped his fingers around his swollen dick. Sophia's legs began to shake in anticipation as she watched him come toward her. He hovered over her body, and she reached for his thickness. She placed the tip of it right before her opening and he moaned. Just as he was about to enter her, she quickly moved away.

  "Now, now, now," she teased him, "I didn't hear the magic words."

  "Please."

  "That's not begging," Sophia stood up, "Please what?"

  Drew shook his head in defeat and looked up at her sexily, "Please let me fuck you."

  Sophia smiled and walked over to the small table where her purse was located. Reaching inside the inside pocket, she removed her emergency condom. She passed it to Drew and he opened it and slipped it on before she knew it. He kissed her again and she felt her self being lifted off the floor. Drew carried her over to the sofa and placed her down. She leaned back and reached for him.

  "Nope," he shook his head at her.

  "Come on, Drew," Sophia was ready and playtime for her was over. It was time for business.

  "Turn around," he commanded.

  Sophia inhaled as she turned her back to him and leaned over the back of the sofa. Drew spread her legs with his knees and she became wet with anticipation. She gasped as she felt his lips between her legs, licking her center from behind. His tongue played with her hard swollen clitoris and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.