“Do you have anyone back in LA?” I asked while we waited for the stoplight to turn green,
“Other than my agent and few friends, not really.”
“No girlfriend at all?”
“None at all.” He saw that I wasn’t convinced. “Is it hard to believe I’m single?”
“No. I just thought someone would have snatched up. You are sexy and a good person. You can buld a cabinet.”
He laughed. “Knowing how to build things make a catch?”
“Yeah! I like a manly man who can make things.”
The light turned green. “Are you single?”
“Yes. I have been single for nearly a year. Gave me time to properly process things and kind of just finding myself.”
“And how has that been working out for you?”
“Great, for the most part. I’m taking my time, and when the one comes along, that guy will meet the best version of myself.”
“Wow. That’s a good answer. Meanwhile, I’m just single because its hard to meet a good woman, especially in a place where everyone wants to use you for an opportunity. I have been dating but no one ever really grabbed my attention.”
“Maybe you haven’t been looking in the right places.”
He looked at me with his dreamy blue eyes. “You could be right.”
No one was there when we got home. I called mom and she said shopping would take her another hour. My mom was crazy for doing all of this last minute. I’m sure the supermarket was packed. With nothing to do, we went ahead and out the tree up and decorated it. I did most of the decoration while Brad just watched. I bent over to plug in the pepper lights and I could see Brad’s face light up. “Are you looking at my ass?”
“I can’t take my eyes off it.”
I laughed. “You’re so silly.” I jiggled my ass for him. ‘You like that?”
“I love it.”
“Have you ever been with a black woman before?”
“No.”
“Then you’re missing out.”
“Apparently.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid it down, giving him a full view. What are you doing? This isn’t like you!
“My God. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I could say the same about you.”
He was breathing hard like a hungry beast. “You’re tempting me.”
“To do what?”
“To hold you down and fuck you.”
“What if I want you to?”
A mischievous smile grew on his face. “Should we?”
“It’s up to you.”
“Anthony is my best friend. I can’t be fucking his sister.”
“As I said. It’s up to you.”
He thought about it for a second before swooping me off my feet and taking me upstairs to my room. We wasted no time and stripped naked. We revealed ourselves to each in the purest way. Brad muscular body was something I could look at for hours. Another surprise was that his dick was bigger than I expected. His hands rubbed my body, starting at my hips to my breasts. He lay on top of me and for the first time, we kissed, evoking a feeling of sweet warmth. Brad, who I had spent many nights fantasizing about was in my bed kissing me with his full, wet lips. I spread my legs for him, signalling I was ready for him. I had been warm and wet since we were in the car. Everything Brad did made me wet. He slid his big manhood inside me, forcing a soft moan from my lips. It felt like I was floating on a heavenly cloud. It was everything I had been dreaming of and more.
My body was weak after having multiple orgasms. Brad planted kisses on my body as I lay there, recuperating my strength. I found the will to move and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Brad’s cum was running down my leg.
I heard my father’s van pulling up in the driveway. Brad took his clothes and went to his room, but not before giving me a deep kiss. The last thing we wanted was for Anthony to find out what we had done. It could possibly jeopardize their friendship, and I would hate myself if I allowed that to happen.
CHAPTER THREE
I sat in my room and thought about the dick I just got. I need me some more white dick ASAP. I was exhausted but I wanted more. At the same, I wondered if I had crossed a line I knew I shouldn’t have. I really tried not to flirt with Brad, but how could I resist? He had everything I was looking for in a man. Now that I had a taste of him, I wanted more. I needed it. Even if it meant hiding it from my brother.
Hiding things from my brother who I loved so much was something I was tussling inside with. As I lay my head on my pillow, the questions I was asking myself were: Is Brad worth it? Am I just infatuated? Is it just cuffing season having me act this way? I wanted to think that my lust for Brad wasn’t just the loneliness taking over and it was truly my feelings spilling over after being my crush for so long.
Benny walked into my room and sat by my bedside. “Do you want to go for another walk?”
He wagged his tail the moment he heard the word walk.
“Okay. Come on.” I threw on a thick sweater and jeans then took Benny for a walk. Mom instructed me to return by 7 when dinner is ready. Brad offered to come with me but I denied his request. I didn’t want Anthony to see us spending too much time together. I wanted to walk Benny alone, anyways. It was getting late, so instead of walking to the park, I walked Benny around our neighborhood a few times. Mrs Holloway, who lived some houses down, gave Benny a small ball for Christmas.
“If I knew you were going to come home for Christmas, I would have gotten something for you too.”
I smiled. “That’s fine, Mrs Holloway. It’s the thought that counts.” I remembered breaking her window playing baseball with other kids in the neighborhood. I swung after the ball and missed. The bat slipped from my hand, spun in the air and flew right into her window. My mother was not happy while my dad laughed it off. My mother gave me a firm beating with a belt that night.
I reached home right on time for dinner. We all ate dinner together and when we were done, Anthony suggested that we go to Christmas eve party. Anthony, Brad and I left out an hour later after taking a shower and getting ready. Hammer and Nails was the most popular bar in town and Christmas eve and New Years eve parties every year. We lived in a small town, so it wasn’t anything too crazy. I was familiar with most of the faces there. I prepared myself for the ‘I haven’t seen you in so long’ conversations and smiled through it. The music was loud and the music was bumping. The DJ was doing his thing, had me dancing before I even got anything to drink.
Sasha! Oh my God! It’s has been so long!” Ashley appeared from the crowd. She was a friend of mine from high school. A really hyper person back then. Her enthusiasm about things important to her was infectious. She always had a reason to smile.
“Ashley! Wow! You look great.” I was honest. Ashley had lost weight and her acne was gone. The last time I saw Ashley, her blonde hair was in the middle of her back. Tonight she was wearing a pixie cut. Under her ear was the tattoo of a rose with the stem down her neck. The guys who ignored her during high school must be looking her way now.
Ashley flung her arms around me. “We should catch up. Let us get some drinks.”
Brad and Anthony were playing catch up with their high school friends too. They were asking Brad a million questions about his life in LA. Women laughed at his jokes, touched his arms and played with their hair. They used every opportunity they could to flirt with him. I had no business feeling jealous but I was. I wanted to march over there and tell those bitches to back off. Calm down. He’s not my man. We just hooked up. That’s all.
I went by the bar and got a martini. It was Christmas eve. I was not going to ruin my mood over something so silly. Brad was a single man. He could do whatever he wanted. There were some fine men here too. I had eye candy for days. I was going to have some fun tonight.
This was not Ashley’s first drink. She was dancing like crazy and sweating. I wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. I drank another glass of martini and started dancing. I st
arted twerking on Ashley and she started slapping my ass. Everyone was having fun and dancing. No one was standing around snapchatting or on their phones like they do in the city. It was such a good vibe inside hammer and Nail.
I followed Ashley to the bathroom because she wanted company.
“Close the door,” she said.
“Just do your thing. I’m right here.”
Instead of going inside one of the stalls like I expected her to, Ashley took out a small plastic bag from her purse.
“Is that coke?” I asked.
She nodded. “I just need a little.”
“Damn, Ashley. I never took you for the type to do that stuff.”
“Times and things change.” She looked at me and smile before snorting the coke on the side of her hand. “Do you want some?”
“No. I’ll pass. The most I’d do is smoke weed. Not into all of that.”
She rubbed her nose. “Understandable.” Her body shook as if a rush of energy had just surged through her. “The night is still young. Let’s get partying!”
No more alcohol for her. I stepped in every time she requested a drink. I ordered a virgin Mojito for her. I didn’t want Ashley passing out on my watch. She surprisingly was holding up really well. There wasn’t any sign that she was intoxicated or coked up. Ashley just had fun non-stop.
Ashley’s dancing attracted the attention of a group of men. Three of the group walked over to us and offered to buy us drinks.
“No, thanks,” Ashley said.
“You can still come party with us.” He had on a Von Dutch hat and a black sweater.
“We’re good by ourselves,’ I said.
“Come on. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“For the last time, no. Get that through your skull.” This guy and his friends were pissing me off.
“Is that how to speak to people? Have some fucking manners.”
“Fuck you and your friends and get the fuck out of my face.” I’m a nice person but don’t upset me. I can be a huge bitch. And clearly, these guys wanted to see that side of me.
Something in face ticked. His brows narrowed and his jaw clenched.
“Is there a problem here?” Brad stepped in between us.
Anthony stood behind the man. “Answer the damn question. Because right now I feel like whooping your ass boy.”
The rest of the group surrounded Brad and Anthony, making it five of them.
“Mr Hollywood.” The man with the Von Dutch hat chuckled. “I might have to destroy that handsome face and leave you unemployed.”
Brad was taller and more muscular than all five men. He did not look worried at all. “You can try. And I can break your arm just to remind you that you’re the same loser we knew from high school.”
Anthony was getting impatient. “So what are you going to do? We can take this outside, or you can fuck off.”
The man did not want to take his chances. He walked away and his group followed.
“Holy shit. That was tense,” Ashley said.
“Those losers have nothing better to do.” Brad looked at me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s going to take more than those jerks to ruin my night.”
Christmas day caught us taking shots. Ashley, for the first time since night, showed signs of fatigue. The high was gone and soon would come the crash. The party ended around two in the morning. Anthony left the responsibility of taking me home to Brad while he went off with a woman. Brad dropped off Ashley at her house and we waited for her to go inside, which was about five minutes as she continuously fumbled the keys.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Brad asked on our way home.
“Hell yeah. And by the looks of it, so did you too.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. The ladies were all over you.”
“They were extra friendly. But I’m used to it.” He chuckled. “Am I sensing some jealousy here?”
“Maybe just a teaspoon,” I admitted. “But that’s only because you were fucking me only hours before. I know what we are, and I know what we are not.”
“And what exactly are we?”
“Long time friends who hooked up. I’m not naive. We both have our own lives to go back to after the holidays are over.”
The car went silent. The truth hurt more than it should have. I suddenly dreaded going back to the city to resume my work life. How many more years would it take before I see Brad again? And how many things would have changed during that time? He was thinking about it too, I could tell.
“We are in this moment. Here and now. I don’t want to think about what will become of us beyond the holiday. I’m here with you right now, and you light a fire inside me, Sasha. I’ve known you most of my life and it feels so natural to be drawn to you. It feels like it was supposed to happen.” Brad parked in the driveway.
“I feel the same way too. No matter how many times I try to tell myself that isn’t the right thing to do, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m attracted to you.”
Brad leaned over and kissed my lips, slipping his tongue inside to dance with mine.
“Let’s go to my room, I said.
In my room, Brad thrust inside me from behind. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my shrieking moans. I begged him to cum inside me again. I was addicted to filling warmth. “Stay with me until I fall asleep.” We cuddled naked and spoke about the things that were dearest to us. With his strong arms wrapped around me, I told him of the dreams I had for myself, my insecurities and fears. The last thing I remembered that night was his hot breath and beard tickling my neck as he told me a story I would soon forget.
When I woke up on Christmas morning, Brad was gone, and in his place was a present in the form of a small box. I untied the bow and opened the box, inside was a bracelet with several charms. I suspected that he had bought this before he knew what we would become. I held the bracelet to my chest because it meant a lot to me. It was sweet and thoughtful of him. He really was the perfect guy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Around eight in the morning, I got a call from Ashley. I jumped out of my sleep to snatch my phone and answer it so it would shut up.
“Did I wake you?”
“No,” I lied. I gave my number to Ashley last night but I wasn’t expecting to hear from her anytime soon.
“Great! So you’re an early riser like me. The charity I’m a part of are short manned at the moment. Would you like to volunteer and help us hand out meals to the homeless?”
“Uh.” Ashley was an intriguing person. Less than ten hours ago she was snorting coke and now she was feeding the homeless. I felt so tired but how could I say no? It was Christmas. “Sure. I’ll help out.”
My mom was upset that I wasn’t having breakfast with the family but she understood the importance of giving back and helping out when you can. I drove over to the local high school where there were tents already set up and a line that filled the parking lot. When I arrived, Ashley handed me a glove, mask and hair net. I unloaded boxes of freshly prepared meals and packed each in a bag along with other food items and bottles of water. We handed out used jackets, sweater and coats that were donated. Seeing the long line of homeless people made me grateful for all I had and reminded me that I shouldn’t stress the simple things. People were living in awful situations and going through the toughest of times. I couldn’t imagine not having anything to eat on Christmas, a day when I’m usually stuffed like a pig.
“Thank you,” a homeless man said. He had a small dog in one hand while carrying the bag in the other.
“You’re welcome, and Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, and God bless you.”
Ashley was up and down, carrying around boxes and unpacking water. I could tell it meant a lot to her. Most of the people in the line knew her by name and she knew theirs. “Thank you so much for coming down and helping out,” she said.
“It’s the least I could do.”
I was back home around midday. Mom was speaking on the phone with our relatives in Jamaica. Dad was out walking Benny. Anthony and Brad were in the living room and watching sports. I went into the kitchen and made myself something to eat. Brad came inside the kitchen and braced me against the counter and stole a kiss before going into the refrigerator to get two cans of beer.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I said.
‘Yes, we can.”
I blushed. Brad was turning me on so early into the day. I needed some dick from him right now. I loved the feeling of being filled by him.
I finally had the time to unpack the gifts I had bought for my family. I didn’t have a gift for Brad because I didn’t know he was coming. I felt terrible because he bought a gift for me. I handed an Air Fryer to my mother, a tool kit to my father, and a beard grooming kit to my brother. “Merry Christmas!” I turned to Brad and said, “I’m getting you a gift today.”
Brad, being the nice guy that he was, said, “That’s not necessary. Your hospitality is a gift in itself.”
“Nonsense. I’m getting you something.” I was serious. I drove around and there were a few small stores open. These stores didn’t have much. I originally had cologne in mind for a gift, but the colognes here were all cheap and I didn’t like the smell. There weren’t much options, and after some reflection; I should have bought a gift for him before all the store were closed. The owner of the store walked over to me while I was thinking of what to buy.
“You can’t go wrong with a bottle of Jack Daniels.” He held up a bottle of whiskey and smiled.
I bought it and returned home. Brad smiled at the sight of it.
“Merry Christmas.”
He took it, held it like a baby and kissed it. “It’s perfect. I’m going to wait until I’m back in LA to open it. I’m going to sit on my balcony on a nice Sunday evening and pour myself a glass.”
“I’m glad you like it. There weren’t many options.”
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