A Li'l Dab of Drama

by LaJill Hunt

  "Oh shit," she whispered, as she began to rock back and forth. THe tantalizing feel of his tongue within her caused the heat of her body to rise and she felt herself begin to erupt from within. She bit into the thick cushion of the sofa back to muffle the scream which was threatening to escape. Faster and faster Drew devoured her, resulting in a release of juices which had been building up for months.

  "Damn, you gushed all over my face," Drew laughed.

  Sophia panted and she turned to face him. Just as she was about to speak, Drew's mouth was on hers again. His fingers caressed the nape of her neck as his tongue made his way to her breasts. Sophia's body begin to become aroused again.

  "Ask me nicely," Drew said as he lay back on the floor.

  Sophia stared at him and said, "Will you fuck me?"

  He pulled her on top of him and she spread her legs, positioning herself just right. His dick made it's way into her welcoming opening and she remained still, enjoying it's thickness inside of her. She slowly began moving, her fingers playing with his nipples as she gyrated her body against his. She felt his fingers on her ass, squeezing her thick cheeks. She moved faster, finding the rhythm that would bring them both to that point of satisfaction.

  "Ask me again," Drew demanded.

  "Will you fuck me?" Sophia did as she was told.

  Drew smacked her ass, "Ask me nicer."

  Turned on by his actions, Sophia began to ride harder, staring at him, "Will you please?"

  "Please what" Drew smacked her ass again, this time a little harder. The stinging sensation turned her on even more.

  "Please fuck me!" She replied as she tossed her head back. Her breast bounced up and down as he pumped harder and harder into her.

  "I don't think you want me to," Drew growled, sexily, "You want me to fuck you or someone else?"

  "You!" Sophia whispered.

  "Who do you want to fuck you? Tell me!"

  Sophia was so aroused by everything Drew was doing, that she couldn't take it anymore, "I want Drew to fuck me."

  "Tell me again!" Drew began pounding even harder.

  "Drew! I want you to fuck me!"

  Drew began smiling and he gripped Sophia's ass, "You wanna cum on this dick for me?"

  Sophia nodded, unable to speak. She stared into Drew's face and he nodded. They both moaned as their bodies exploded at the same time. When it was over, neither one moved for what seemed like hours. Sophia lay her head on Drew's muscular chest and purred. She hadn't felt like this in ages.

  Fuck, what the hell did I do? The reality of fucking her boyfriend's twenty two year old brother began to sink in and she sat up. Consumed with guilt, she hurriedly hopped up and made her way back to Gerald's bedroom. She quietly opened the door and was relieved to see that he was still asleep and snoring loudly, right where she left him. She took a hot shower, washing off any signs of she and Drew's sexual escapade. She scrubbed her body, rinsing away the scent of her body mixed with his. But she knew no matter how much she scrubbed, she couldn't undo the deeds which had been done, nor the fact that deep down, she wanted to continue doing them.

  * * * * * * * * * *

  The knock at the door startled them both. The clock read eight nineteen.

  "What the hell?" Gerald rolled over and growled, "Who is it?"

  The door opened slightly and Drew poked his head in. Sophia pulled the covers tightly to her chin.

  "Mornin' peeps," Drew smiled, "I'm just trying to see what time we're hitting the road."

  "Damn, it's after eight? Why the hell didn't you wake me up, Sophie?" Gerald frowned, "You know I wanted to leave early this morning!"

  "Gerald, I just woke up myself. And ain't nobody tell you to get all drunk up at Fat Tuesdays and oversleep. You know how you are," Sophia rolled her eyes at him.

  Gerald sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Man, we leaving as soon as I get dressed. And I do mean I! Anybody that ain't ready by the time I am, ain't rolling!"

  "Whatever," Sophia said, tempted to tell him he could go ahead without her.

  "Well, I'm about to grab us some coffee and bagels from that Panera Bread up the street," Drew said, "Is that cool?"

  "Yeah, you do that," Gerald told him, "But bring your ass right back or you gonna be left here too. I will leave your ass too, wedding or no wedding. Believe that."

  Sophia shook her head in disgust.

  "Would you like anything special, Sophia?" Drew asked, innocently.

  She glared over at him and shook her head, "No, I'm fine."

  "Alright. Be back in a few," Drew told them, closing the door behind him.

  Gerald looked over at Sophia, "See, his chipper ass is about to get on m nerves already."

  "You need to stop," Sophia sighed.

  "You ain't tell me to stop last night did you?" Gerald winked and slipped his hands under the cover, trying to cop a feel.

  Sophia stopped him just in time, "Go take a shower so we can roll before your ass gets left here."

  Twenty minutes later, they were both dressed and bringing their bags downstairs to load up. Sophia contemplated calling Jaxyn and telling her what had happened, but she didn't know how to explain it.

  "Damn, I left my charger to my iPod at work," Gerald snapped his fingers, "Hey, what did you do with that other one."

  "Look in the kitchen drawer," Sophia told him.

  Gerald walked into the kitchen and Sophia listened as he rambled through the kitchen drawers, "Which drawer?"

  Sophia's phone began beeping, signaling her off a waiting text message. Nervously, she read the screen.

  "No panties today - D"

  She quickly sent a reply, "It's over. Stop it."

  "I can't find it. Are you sure it's in here?" Gerald's voice called out to her.

  "Fuck that! That pussy is mine and u know it! - D"

  "Yeah, I'm sure," Sophia replied.

  "Correction, this pussy is MINE! - S"

  "You don't want him...you want me! - D"

  "Sophia, I'm looking in all these drawers and the damn charger ain't in here."

  "It's in there, Gerald. I just saw it the other day."

  "i want you to leave me alone...that's what i want - S"

  "Fine, but remember, he can' t fuck you like i can...and he's a prick! - D"

  "Sophia!" Gerald yelled.

  "What the fuck do you want?" Sophia screamed.

  Gerald walked in and looked at her like she was crazy. She closed her eyes and tried to think fast. Okay, breathe, maybe that didn't sound as bad as you think it did.

  "What the hell is your problem?"

  "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I'll find it for you," she smiled as she walked past him.

  "I'm telling you it ain't in there."

  Sophia looked inside the drawer near the refrigerator and took out the iPod charger Gerald had been looking for. She walked into the living room and gave it to him.

  "Where was it?" He asked.

  "In the drawer," she sighed.

  "Where the hell is Drew's ass?" Gerald began pacing around the living room, "See, this is why I can't be bothered with him! I'm ready to go and his ass is holding me up."

  "He's always fucking something up. I can't stand him! Gerald huffed.

  Sophia's phone began ringing. She saw that it was Drew and she hit the ignore button, a few moments later, it began ringing again. She looked down and saw that it was Jaxyn.

  "Hello."

  "Hey, girl, y'all on the road?"

  "No, not yet, we're about to load up," Sophia told her.

  "I thought y'all would be on the road by now. Oh my God, Sophia, I gotta tell you what happened last night," Jaxyn said, "How about I ran into Drew at the Jazzy Blues."

  "Yeah, I know. I dropped him off," Sophia tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, "I didn't know you were gonna be there."

  "It was a last minute thing," Sophia responded, "You should've come in and hung out for a minute. We had a lot of fun. Are you where you can talk. You're not gonna believe this shit."

/>   Sophia's heart began pounding in anticipation of what Jaxyn was about to share with her. She could tell by the tone in her voice that whatever it was, it had to be juicy, and with Jaxyn, juicy always meant SEX.

  "Wait, let me see if it's upstairs," Sophia glanced over at Gerald who was scowling at her. She knew he was mad that she was on the phone, but she didn't care. She ran upstairs into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. What if Drew lied and he really had fucked Jaxyn before coming back last night? Could that really be what Jaxyn was about to tell her? So what if he did? You really can't be mad, after all, you're in no position to talk – you FUCKED him TOO!

  "I take it you all had a good time?" Sophia sat on the side of the bed and took a deep breath.

  "Girl, it was the best ever! I'm telling you, Sophia, I've decided I'm getting me a young buck," Jaxyn gushed.

  I knew it, I knew it, Sophia's face became hot and she could feel jealousy and anger rising in her at the same time. She couldn't even bring herself to speak.

  "Sophia, you still there?"

  "Yeah, I'm here," Sophia replied, "Well, I'm glad you and Drew hit it off. You said he had swagger."

  "Drew? Girl, I ain't talking about Drew. I'm talking about the friend he met at the club, Kenny."

  "Kenny?" Sophia was confused.

  "Kenny, Drew's best friend! God, Sophia, he was so fine. I'm talking mmm mmm good. And I do mean, DELICIOUS. I'm talking melt in your mouth, not in your hands, chocolate delight. To be honest, I melted in his mouth about three times!" Jaxyn laughed.

  Sophia smiled with relief, "Jax, you're crazy. How old is this boy? If he's Drew's best friend, he can't be any older that twenty two."

  "Twenty-three. And I don't care what his age is, Sophia, he's a man in every way that counts. As a matter of fact, he's more of a man than these thirty something losers I've been dating. I'm all about getting me a 'Roni'!"

  "A what?"

  "A Roni, you know, a tenderoni, like Bobby Brown sung about. Wait, wasn't Whitney older than him? See, even she knew what was up. She had Bobby andshe had Ray J's young ass. Sophia, that was the greatest sexual experience of my life."

  Don't I know it, Sophia thought. She pondered about sharing her own confession with Jaxyn, but decided she would just share that bit of information later.

  "Sophie!" Gerald shouted.

  "Look, girl," Sophia giggled.

  "I know, I know, I heard his loud, ridiculous ass barking for you! Call me later so I can give you the intimate details about what happened," Jaxyn told her.

  "I will," Sophia said, hanging up the phone and heading back down the steps.

  "Why are you yelling like that, Gerald," she frowned.

  "Because I'm frustrated. You're up there yapping on the phone, Drew's ass is probably out wandering around, and I'm ready to leave!" Gerald spewed.

  "It's not that deep, Gerald. Calm down," she walked over and rubbed his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension, "This trip is supposed to be fun. It's your brother's wedding. You've been talking about it for weeks."

  "I know, but that was before I knew I had to deal with Drew's ass.

  Sophia peeked outside and saw Drew standing beside Gerald's car, a cup of coffee in hand. He waved and smiled at Sophia.

  "He's right outside, Gerald. What's the deal with you two anyway? What did he do to you?" She asked him.

  "He's just a fuck up, that's all," Gerald replied.

  "A fuck up how?" She decided she wanted to know the real deal.

  "Fine, if you must know. A couple of years ago, he came to visit me, and he fucked my girl!" Gerald stared at her and she saw the hurt in his eyes.

  "Whoa," was the only thing she could say.

  "It's all good though. I mean, if she was skank enough to sleep with my baby brother, then she definitely wasn't the woman for me," Gerald walked over and put his hand under her chin. He tilted her face to his and kissed her, "I'm glad I don't have to worry about that with you. I trust you, Sophia and I love you."

  "Gerald," Sophia was shocked. Her phone beeped again, revealing she had a text from Drew.

  "Tell that big mouth heiffer to stop texting you. Damn! She needs to get a life! I can't stand that girl," Gerald shook his head and began grabbing their bags, "Aight let's roll. What the hell? Who left a condom wrapper on the floor?"

  Sneak Peak : Catching Feelings

  New Novel by LaJill Hunt

  Coming Spring 2017

  Prologue

  "I think you're overreacting, Mason."

  "Guess what? Right about now, I don't give a damn what you think."

  Sabrina's eyes widened as she stared at her fiancé. She knew he was upset, but didn't appreciate the way he was talking to her. She didn't even do anything and was attempting to point that out to him, but his anger was preventing him from being rational.

  Be nice, she told herself. Remember, you're at work, not at the crib. Remain calm.

  She placed the cup of coffee she was holding on her desk then walked over and closed the door to her small, but cozy office before saying anything else. The morning was not going at all like she planned. It was Friday, her favorite day of the week. The only thing she was supposed to be dealing with today was taking care of some last minute paperwork and chill until noon, when she planned on taking off to enjoy the long weekend. The clinic was pretty much empty when she arrived, as it had been all week. It was the week after Christmas and most of the staff was on vacation so no one had bothered to make coffee. Unable to function without her daily dose of "liquid crack" as her mother called it, Sabrina had run downstairs to grab a quick cup. She was pleasantly surprised to see Mason standing in her office when she returned. She was even more surprised to see him holding a crystal vase containing a beautiful arrangement of red roses and white chrysanthemums.

  "Oh my God, baby, their gorgeous!" She gasped, "Thank you so much."

  Just as she was about to rush over and hug him, she paused, noticing the frown on Mason's face.

  "What's wrong?" She asked.

  "I'm not the one you should be thanking," he said.

  "Oh, really? And just who should I be thanking?"

  "Well," Mason said, removing the card and reading it, "Sabrina, you mean more to me than you'll ever know. Thanks for always being there. Love, K-Boogie."

  Oh shit, she thought, staring at the flowers. K-Boogie. Thanks a lot, Khalil.

  "Mason…"

  "WHAT?" Mason's voice escalated. He was breathing so hard that she could see his chest rising and falling in the charcoal grey suit he wore.

  "You know Khalil and I are just friends. Don't start tripping," Sabrina made sure her voice was soft and reassuring, knowing that she was going to have to point out why his reaction to the situation was clearly ridiculous.

  "Oh, I ain't started tripping yet," Mason said and dropped the flowers into the trash can beside her desk. A few of the rose petals landed on the floor beside it.

  "That was rude," she told him, folding her arms, "You need to calm down, for real. I can't believe you're acting this way over some flowers."

  "And I can't believe you're playing me like I'm boo boo the fool!"

  "How? For God's sake," she shook her head, "It's Khalil. He's engaged, hell Mason, we've double dated, with them or have you forgotten that? As a matter of fact, have you forgotten the fact that WE'RE engaged?"

  "No, I haven't forgotten that, Sabrina. But maybe you need to remind Khalil, or K-Boogie, as you call him, that his ass in engaged, and so are you! Obviously, he forgot that little fact, especially when his ass called you at three-thirty in the morning!"

  "Mason, he drunk dialed me! You know how Khalil is when he gets drunk!"

  "What I know is that Khalil wants to fuck you!"

  Sabrina stared at Mason like he was crazy. Clearly, he had lost his mind, "Are you smoking? I can't believe you even said that, Mason."

  "I can't believe a lot of things, Sabrina. This shit with you and Khalil is getting real old and I'm tired of…"
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  "What shit, Mason? We're friends and we work together, other than that, there's nothing going on between Khalil and I," she stared at him. He actually looked hurt, and she didn't understand why. She had been friends with Khalil Coleman since freshman year of college. He was cute, athletic, smart, flirtatious and funny, he held all of the basic qualities that attracted women. But because he was overtly aware that he held those qualities, it made him arrogant and most of the time, an all around asshole, in her opinion. Sabrina realized this the moment they met, and believed the fact that she failed to swoon over him unlike all the other females he encountered, she earned a certain level of respect from him. They had always been, and always would be cool.

  "I think the problem is that you don't realize there's something going on between you and Khalil."

  "Mason, I know you have some trust issues, and because of that, I can see how you could possible be misreading some things," Sabrina reached over and touched his chest, "But, baby, I promise, we are just friends."

  "Naw, you used to be friends," Mason shrugged.

  Confused, Sabrina took a step back, "What?"

  "Your friendship with Khalil is over; as of right now, this moment."

  "So, now you're telling me who I can and can't be friends with? I don't think so. I told you there's nothing going on between us and if you can't deal with that, that's your issue, Mason."

  In that moment, Sabrina looked down at the ring on her left finger. She met Mason nine months ago, and they had been engaged for the last three. Sabrina loved him, but his insecurities were starting to get to her. At first, she thought the way he constantly called to check on her and make sure she was okay was cute. Until she realized that it wasn't her well being he was concerned with so much as to make sure she wasn't cheating, or thinking about cheating, or anywhere or with someone that may cause her to cheat. Mason's mother cheated on his father, his sister-in-law cheated on his brother, his best friend's wife left him for another man, and his next door neighbor was cheating on her husband. The man had been surrounded by women's infidelity, and it showed. Sabrina assured him that he was a good man who gave her no reason to even think about another man, and she would never betray him. She would check in if she was running late, or had a change of plans. Still, he could not trust her, and now, in this moment, she realized he never would. In this moment, she realized that if it wasn't Khalil, it would be someone else. In this moment, she realized that there was no getting over this, no moving past this, not working through this. In this moment, she realized that it was too much, too exhausting, too frustrating, too demanding and not what she wanted in life and in love. In this moment, she closed her eyes and heard her mother's voice in her ear, reminding her of what real love meant, how real love felt, and why, if love is real, it can overcome, overshadow, and overpower everything that comes against it. In that moment, she knew that the emotions she had for Mason were not strong enough to endure his insecurities any longer.