by A'zayler
“I was just having fun. Nothing major.”
“The way you were looking at me,” More beer . . . almost gone . . . it was empty. “Was that just fun too? Or was it your idea of foreplay?”
Danna looked from the empty beer bottle and found his eyes and held them with hers. Her words were caught in her throat, but she felt them in her chest. She wanted to tell him something that would make sense of the way she was feeling right then, but she couldn’t. Her words were failing her right then, and she couldn’t think of anything witty to save herself.
“I didn’t think so. Don’t do it again.” Don sat his beer bottle on her dresser and ran his hands over his face before sticking one of them in his pocket. “Come here.”
Danna was out of the bed and going to him before she had time to think about it. When she was in front of him, he touched the side of her exposed leg, using it to pull her closer to his body. His nose went to her neck as his hand went further up, and palmed her butt.
“Go lock the door.”
Danna took off with no hesitation. This was new to her, and she didn’t have any idea what she was about to do, but she wanted it. Never had he ever initiated something like this in public, but right then it was exciting and welcomed. When she stopped back in front of him, both of his hands went to her body. He snatched her to him roughly before placing his mouth on hers.
Danna kissed him back eagerly, almost too eager for her liking, so she pulled back some. Obviously, Don felt her hesitation because he broke their kiss.
“You don’t have to be worried. The door is locked, and nobody saw me come up here.”
Danna nodded her head as her breathing increased.
His lips were back on hers immediately exploring the depths of her mouth. His thick tongue sliding in and over hers methodically. Danna had kissed a lot of men in her past, but the way Don kissed her topped them all. Well, almost. There was nothing in the world like Quay. His style, his touch, his kiss, everything was in a league of its own. Don was a close second though. He tongued her down like only a grown man could.
Her body was going crazy with need in ways she could barely explain. When she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, she broke their kiss and looked at him.
“Are we going to have sex here?” Her voice sounded immature and her question showed her inexperience, but it was too late, it had already come out.
Don’s small eyes squinted as his tongue slid out over his bottom lip. “Is that what you want?”
Her eyes darted to the side as she nodded her head slowly.
“You know I don’t like all that silent shit. Look at me, open your mouth, and say what’s on your mind.”
“I want you to give it to me here.” She made herself look at him as she toyed with the idea of him teaching her things to show Quay.
As she listened to herself talking, she liked the way it sounded, and found a little more confidence than she’d possessed before. She grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed his waiting mouth again.
“Right now.”
“You don’t care about anybody finding you with me?”
Danna shook her head.
He smiled at her lazily before palming her butt with both hands and grabbing her bottom lip with his teeth. She pulled away gently and he let her go before sticking his tongue back into her mouth. Danna’s hands went to his body. She touched and rubbed everywhere comfortably until he separated them long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head.
After he dropped it to the floor he picked her up and walked to the side of Katara’s bed and lay her down. Danna looked up at him, watching him kick his shoes off before removing his jeans and boxers. For Don to be as old as he was, he was fine as hell. He definitely had the body of a young man, minus all the scars and the indentations she knew to be healed gunshot wounds.
When his dick finally came into view her eyes bulged. Never in her life had she seen something that big. It was so big, she second-guessed her choice to have sex right then. He would surely have her screaming, as always. Don had shown her time and time again, that grown man dick came with grown man sex. Unfortunately, Don didn’t look to be considering her fate. His hands were on her waist pulling her pajama shorts down. When her bottom was free, he removed her shirt as well. Her naked body was on display, and he marveled at every inch of it.
“You’re so young and perfect.” He leaned over and pecked her lips. “Nothing like these old raggedy-body bitches with cellulite and stretchmarks everywhere.”
Danna giggled as she basked in his appreciation for her body.
“You mind letting me get a little taste before I put it in?”
She shook her head quickly.
“Try to control your fucking self.” He smiled. “I know you love to get loud, but right now ain’t the time for all of that.”
Danna smiled wildly. “I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise you anything.”
“I feel you, but try for me.” Don placed an open palm over her stomach. “Relax and enjoy it.”
Danna’s mind went to the way she felt right then. She’d just gotten out of Quay’s face and now she was in the same house as him about to do the unthinkable with another man. That was kind of flawed in her opinion, but she loved Don and only liked Quay. Danna closed her eyes and pictured Quay’s face in her mind. When his sexy smile appeared, her stomach flipped. It fluttered a few more times making her feel bad. That wasn’t fair to Don, so she did her best to clear her mind and enjoy the moment. Which wasn’t hard to do since Don had some of the best tongue action she’d ever felt in her life.
“Um,” She sat up, about to make a few requests, but couldn’t. His mouth was already on her body.
Danna’s eyes shut tightly as she lay back and covered her face. Never in her life had she wanted something so bad. It felt so good that she could hardly catch her breath. The way his tongue slithered all over her softness even slipping down between the cheeks of her butt had her losing her mind.
Danna didn’t know whether to moan, scream, or continue muffling her sounds with her hands. Getting oral sex was one of her favorite things, and Don kept it coming. She honestly couldn’t complain about sex with Don, everything was grade A, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
“You thinking about letting that young nigga Quay get some of this?” Don asked her from between her legs, lips still dangerously close to her love-box.
“No,” She barely got out.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
She smiled down at him. “Because I only want it from you, now be quiet. You’re messing up my focus.”
Don laughed and she joined in.
“Bet. Focus then.”
She nodded as he went back to what he’d been doing. The warm feeling in her stomach took over her body again and got even more intense the longer he stayed down there. Before long, she could feel goosebumps popping up all over her body and the shiver she’d thought she was going to feel was magnified by an eruption that took over every nerve ending in her body.
Danna’s legs began to move uncontrollably as a feeling she would never be able to explain shot from the center of her body to her toes, and back up again. She didn’t even have time to recover before Don rose from the floor and stood between her legs.
Don grabbed his dick and pushed it to the opening of her body. “You ready?”
She shook her head. “You don’t have a condom?”
Danna may have been caught up in the moment, but she didn’t trust Don as far as she could throw him. He might have played it cool as if she was the only woman he was really kicking it with, but she knew better. They barely got to hang out, and with the sexual appetite that he had, she was more than positive that he was getting fed somewhere else.
“Nah, I fuck these old bitches with condoms. I don’t need one with you.” Don leaned over and kissed her mouth. “I’m clean, and so are you. Let me just get it like this.”
His whisper made her hot all over again. “No
, Don.”
“Please? I promise I’m good.”
Danna shook her head adamantly, and instead of arguing with her, he released her legs and grabbed his jeans from the floor. He fumbled around in the pockets for a second before producing the condom. He got himself together rather quickly, before going back to his spot between her chocolate legs.
Don positioned himself at her entrance and used her thighs to pull her closer to him. “I’ma try to go slow as I can, but you already know how I get with you.”
Danna smiled and braced herself for what was to come. Just like every other time, no matter how many muscles she clenched together, how tight she held the sheets, or how hard she bit the inside of her cheek, she was never prepared for the pain that Don inflicted.
“Ow, Don.”
He leaned over her and kissed her face and mouth again. “I know, Danna. I’m going slow.” He licked up the center of her neck. “It’ll feel better in a minute. Just take it for me . . . you already know how this goes.”
Don pushed himself deeper inside of her and her mouth fell open. Sure, she could take it, but she was going to die trying. There was no way she would be able to continue having sex with Don. His dick was too big. It was killing her. Every time they were intimate, it felt like he was ripping her insides apart.
“You’re doing good.” He coaxed, as he moved above her going deeper. “Shit,” he grunted. “I can barely get up in this shit, it’s so tight.”
Danna didn’t feel like she was doing good, but if he said she was, then she had to be. The feeling of hot sticky fluids slid between her thighs when he finally put himself inside. Danna’s body was burning and she was probably squeezing the life out of his big strong arms trying to manage the pain, but she had to do something. The heavy breathing and small sounds of discomfort she released in his ear over and over made her feel a tad bit better, but nothing rid her lower extremities of the agonizing hurt Don was delivering.
It took a little while for the pain to become manageable enough to enjoy the sex, but she wasn’t new to that. It was always like that. Once she finally got it, it wasn’t that bad. She held onto his back as he slid in and out of her at a slow pace.
The muscles in his arms flexed as did the ones in his chest every time he moved giving Danna something beautiful to enjoy while he worked her body over. The expertise in his movements along with the smell of his cologne took her to another place, eventually bringing about the same type of pleasure she’d gotten from his mouth being on her.
“You know we can never tell your daddy about this right?”
“I know.” Danna’s young eyes flashed up at him in uncertainty.
“Not anybody for real. They won’t understand.”
Danna rubbed her hands all over his back as she reassured him. “I know, this will be between us.”
Don lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist. “For how long because I don’t really like you talking to other niggas.” He licked and sucked her neck as he waited for her to answer him. “I might need to stake my claim a little sooner.”
“It’s all games. I never take any of them serious. You have nothing to worry about.”
“That ain’t what it looks like.” He winked, she smiled. “You looked like you were enjoying Quay.”
She shook her head and smiled at the same time.
“All games.”
“So this mine?”
Danna gave him a reassuring nod.
“Good, I’ll keep giving it to you as much as I can, or as much as you let me.”
Danna’s heart smiled at the simple assurance that he planned to keep having sex with her. His words always made her feel like a woman his age, not a newly legal woman with no real sexual experience. Filled with happiness and dick, Danna wrapped her legs around him and held on to him for the rest of their moments of love making.
Just as her goosebumps were about to return, he quickened his pace and stroked her deeper and harder than he’d been doing. Danna was sure she knew what was about to happen, but confirmed her thoughts when he pulled out and shot the creamy-colored fluid onto her stomach.
She waited for a minute as she watched Don breathe hard until he could move again. He used the towel that she’d had after her shower to clean himself up before handing it to her to do the same. Danna did the best she could before they both got dressed.
When he was back in his clothes he walked to her and grabbed her neck. He kissed her long and hard, making sure to hug her tightly the entire time. When Don finally pulled away, he looked mean again. Gone was the softness she’d just experienced with him.
He pecked her lips once more. “I’ll see you again soon.”
“Okay.”
“Keep my pussy away from Quay.”
“I am.”
“Cool. You staying here tonight or you meeting me at my spot?”
“I think I’ma chill here tonight.”
“Well, call me whenever you want. I’ll be up for a while. I got some stuff I need to handle.”
“Okay, see you later. Be safe.”
“Later, Danna. Go take a hot bath.” Don dapped to the dresser, grabbed his beer, and walked out of her room as coolly as he’d come in.
Danna stood there lost in the moment for a minute before grabbing more pajamas from Katara’s dresser and running to the bathroom to shower. She washed her body again before running water for a bath. The music from downstairs was still booming as she relaxed backward in her large tiled tub and enjoyed the replays of her and Don’s sexual encounter.
2
Words are “our” thing . . .
Second semester of senior year . . .
“I’m a rapper so you know I’m fly. I write liquor induced verses and get high. You don’t like it, but I do. If you come to one of my shows and listen to my music you will too.”
An array of suppressed chuckles sounded around the classroom as Jerald stood at the front near the chalkboard with a wide smile on his face. The large silver grills covering his top and bottom rows of teeth gleamed in the single ray of sunlight shining through the window.
“And you said you write raps for a living?” Mrs. Keating, the creative writing teacher, asked, as she walked toward the front of the room.
The same smile he’d been wearing since completing his poem got wider. “Yep. One of the best in the city.”
“Well the city must not have much to offer then. Sit down boy, and think of you a new profession because writing isn’t it.”
Every student in the classroom laughed again, including Cannon, as Jerald made jokes and slick comebacks all the way to his seat.
It was the last semester of twenty-year-old Cannon Collier’s senior year in college, and thanks to the promotion the insurance company had given her mother, Cannon was at her new school and missing her old one like crazy. Though it hadn’t been her ideal year, she was okay with it. Moving wasn’t new to her. From her stepfather having been in the military her entire life, to her mother’s new job, she was accustomed to being snatched out of her comfort zone at any given moment. Though she would have preferred it not been in the middle of her senior year, she was adjusting just fine.
She’d hated it at first, but it no longer bothered her as much anymore. She’d grown into a loner so a new school didn’t really faze her one way or the other. Besides, she was readier to graduate than anything, so as long as all her credits had transferred, that’s all she cared about. If she could have, would she have picked another college? Of course! Her current one was outdated, overpopulated, and in desperate need of a makeover. It reminded Cannon of the rundown high school from the movie Lean on Me, all they needed was to shrink a little and a modern-day Mr. Clark, and they’d be identical.
The students were country as ever, the professors weren’t too much better, and it looked to have a pregnant girl with long colorful nails and her ghetto homegirl at every corner. As if the girls and their babies weren’t bad enough, Cannon didn’t even want to start on the boys.
Their jeans sagged so low they were darn near falling off, loud-colored clothing matched whatever shoes they were wearing, and there were more gold and silver teeth than she’d ever seen in her life.
It was as if there was one mandatory dress code and everybody stuck to it. Expensive sneakers and odd or solid-colored t-shirts to match. If one of them wanted to be a tad bit fancier than the others, they’d throw on a herringbone necklace to match their grill and probably win best dressed for the year. Cannon rolled her eyes and sighed. Country people shit.
Having experienced so many diverse areas of learning, Cannon was used to a more upscale environment, but Makenna State University was anything but. The presentations of their current assignment was the perfect evidence to support her feelings.
“I can’t believe you even got your behind up here with that mess. I wouldn’t listen to your CD if you paid me to.” Professor Keating’s smile was pretty as she and a couple of other students laughed at her joke.
“Now you know you’re lying. I just gave you and all your li’l church members one the other day when I saw y’all coming out that li’l hot church y’all go to.”
More laughter aroused as Jerald finally made it to his seat.
“A lie don’t care who tell it.” Professor Keating said nonchalantly as she looked down at her class roster.
Her short natural hair was gray and in a curly little box style, while her thick rimmed glasses sat across her nose. The gold bracelets on her wrists made an array of jingles as she wrote, then erased something before looking back up again. The long burgundy nails on her fingers had Cannon shaking her head. The pregnant ghetto girls had rubbed off on the old lady, had her wearing nails that she knew she was too old for. Cannon couldn’t figure out for the life of her how women even functioned with nails that long.
“Well, that looks like everybody except for,” her head went down again before coming up, this time with her pointer finger accompanying it. “You, Mr. Ezra Mendoza.”
Cannon turned her head and eyed the dark-skinned boy next to her. His skin was smooth and so dark brown that it almost looked black. It reminded her of the soothing black sand on her favorite beach in California. Her stepfather had taken her there for her eighth birthday and she’d been dying to go back ever since.
