Caught Me Dreaming

by Sophia Jenkins

  He has some nice furniture. I look over at his bookshelf and it’s stacked with all kinds of cookbooks. There is a big, flat-screen TV on the wall, and he has a little table leading into the kitchen. His kitchen is decent sized, and he has all kinds of pots and appliances on his counter. It even smells good in here. I turn to him, as he’s putting my guitar in the living room.

  “Here, I’ll give you the tour,” he says. “You see this is the living room and kitchen; the patio is over there, off the living room. Over here is the main bathroom, and back here is my bedroom.”

  I trail behind him, looking around, and notice that he has good taste. I take a look at his bathroom, and it’s actually pretty clean. I wonder if he did it, or if he had some chick do it for him.

  Probably some chick, I think.

  I keep following him back into the bedroom and notice that it is really nice. He has a huge bed that looks soft as hell. There’s another flat screen on the wall in here, and he has a nice bedroom set. He lives pretty good for a bachelor, and it’s not at all what I expected. I start to wonder how much he makes as a chef.

  Must be pretty good money. He’s living way better than me.

  I walk over to the bed and push down on it. It’s just as soft as it looks. Sha’quan comes up behind me and puts his arms around me. I hold still for a moment before walking out of his arms and sitting down on the bed. I pull off my shoes and pull my feet under me. Sha’quan kicks off his shoes and takes off his apron. He then walks around to the other side of the bed and gets in. He lays down on the pillows and looks at me. I take a few moments to gather my thoughts. There is so much I wanna say to him, but I’m not sure how.

  Finally, I just blurt out, “You really worried I wouldn’t talk to you anymore if I got on?”

  “You mean when you get on? I mean, yeah. What would you want me for? Once you’re living the lavish life, you ain’t gonna want some lil’ cook.”

  “Whatever, Sha’quan. You the one who has probably got hella girls. Who knows if you even tryna deal with me like that?”

  “I ain’t in it to play you, Neeci. I know my word don’t mean much considering what I did before, but I don’t be on that shit no more. I ain’t gonna lie and say I’m onto no serious type shit quite yet, but I really like you. I think you’re a good girl, and I ain’t tryna fuck you over. I think there’s something real going on here. I know you feel it too.”

  “I’m not sure what I feel.”

  “That’s cuz you tryna feel with ya head. Stop overthinkinh it. You’re here for a reason. I know it ain’t just for physical shit.”

  “Maybe not.”

  “Look, I get it, you’re nervous and whatnot. But, for real, I ain’t on no bullshit. I ain’t tryna hurt you, not again. But I would be lying if I didn’t say you’re sexy as hell and I want something to go down tonight. I ain’t tryna take from you though. I’m tryna give. That shit sounds corny, but I’m for real though.”

  I think about this for a minute: He’s right, I did come here for a reason. I can pretend like I didn’t, but I’d be lying. I don’t really expect him to be in love with me or whatever. To be real, right now, I don’t really care. I see him all stretched across the bed in his lil’ t-shirt, and I start getting hot. I’m starting to think it’s enough of the talking. At this point, I don’t really give a fuck what happens tomorrow. Right now, I want Sha’quan.

  I start easing my way closer to him on the bed. I don’t really wanna make the first move, but I’m tryna send him signals that I’m ready and willing. The way he’s licking his lips tells me I don’t have to worry about him getting the message. We are definitely on the same page.

  Sha’quan reaches over and pulls me into him. He starts rubbing my back with one hand and stroking my neck with the other.

  Oh shit! He just rubbed across my spot.

  He notices the shiver and does it again, then he leans over and kisses right on it.

  Damn! It just got even hotter in here.

  I pull my legs around and wrap them around him. He kisses up my neck and starts planting soft kisses on my lips. Those big, soft lips feel so good that I go in deeper, and shit starts to get real just like it did in that bathroom. Except this time, there won’t be any interruptions. I start kissing across his jaw line and running my hands over that bald head of his. I wanna lick it. He flips me over onto my back and lays down on top of me. We start exchanging some deep wet kisses, my nails tearing into his back through his t-shirt. I reach for the bottom of it and pull it up over his head, then rub across his abs. I move my hands back around to his back and pull him back down on me.

  He starts reaching under my skirt, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants. Before I even realize what he’s doing, he pulls my panties down in one fell swoop. He then pushes my legs apart a bit and puts his finger inside of me. I let out a light groan, and he gently rubs across my clit and lips. My hips automatically move, trying to find that good rhythm.

  He takes his finger out of me and starts pulling at his pants. I help, undoing the button and tugging down the zipper. He reaches in and takes out his dick.

  I look down and gasp. I had forgot how big he was, so I suddenly got a lil’ nervous. I look up at his face, and he’s looking down at me like he’s more than ready, so I brace myself.

  Then I think about it and whisper, “Where yo condoms at?”

  He reaches over into the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls one out. He tears off the wrapper with his teeth and then leans over a bit so he can put it on. He does it like it’s nothing, like he’s a pro. I reach down to make sure it’s on tight—and it is. Then, I lay back and wait for what comes next.

  He takes his hand and slowly guides himself into me. I try to relax, to make it easier for him. I know I’m plenty wet, so he shouldn’t have too much trouble. As I feel him inside me, I angle myself a bit, and then I let out a breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding.

  He starts slowly and gently pushing himself in and out, just a lil’ at a time. He’s already hitting against my clit, so I’m getting into it. He’s thick, so it’s a lil’ uncomfortable at first, but with each thrust I’m getting used to it. He’s building up rhythm and my eyes shut tight as I grasp onto his shoulders and get ready for the ride. He picks up the pace, and this shit is feeling good as hell.

  I can feel myself moaning, but I don’t really hear it. I don’t really hear shit. It’s like my ears aren’t working. I don’t worry about it; I just focus on what he’s doing to me.

  Before I know what’s happening, he pulls all the way out, and then pushes all the way back into me. I let out a sharp gasp and adjust a bit. On one hand, it kinda hurts, but on the other hand, it feels good. He does it a few more times and each time it feels better and better.

  I open up my eyes and look at his face. He has this really focused look, and his eyes are glowing a bit in the dim light of the room. He reaches down and unbuttons my shirt, and then he kisses my neck, down to my breasts, and pushes my bra to the side. He then comes back up, and I can see his face again. He looks like he’s feeling the same shit I’m feeling. I decide to fuck him up a bit and start grinding my hips against him, squeezing my walls so he can really feel me.

  His eyes buck a lil’, and I can tell that shit feels good to him. I keep doing it, and he starts going faster. The shit is feeling lovely. I can hear myself howling like a damn woof. I bite my lip to muffle the sound a lil’ bit, but I hear him breathing fast and groaning. I push into him a lil’ quicker. As soon as I do that, I feel my body start jerking.

  Oh shit! I’m coming!

  That shit just hit me hard as hell. I start shouting even louder, so I lean forward into his neck to muffle the sound. My eyes start swimming with spots and shit, and I’m twitching hard as fuck. Finally, I can’t take anymore, and I grab him tight so that he’ll stop.

  As the climax dies down a bit, I decide to flip him over on his back and climb on top of him. He grabs ahold of my hips and helps me balance. I put my han
ds on his chest and start to ride. At first, I go nice and slow, going up and down in long strokes. Then, I pick up the pace and begin rocking back and forth. I can tell he’s loving it because he grips my hips even tighter. His eyes start to flutter shut.

  I got his ass now!

  I go even faster, grabbing hold of his shoulders for better leverage. I can feel myself starting to shake again. Just as I’m going over, his body starts to tense up. He grabs my hips to slow me down, but I keep going. He sits up and puts his arms around me, moaning and shaking as he comes.

  I feel myself shaking with him. We slow to a stop and just stay there for a while.

  I roll off of him, and we lay side by side, each tryna catch our breath. I look over at him and see that his eyes are rolling back into place, so I laugh at him, and he starts laughing too.

  That is just the start of what turns into a passionate, exhausting night. Every time I think I can’t go any more, we get right back into it. I have to get up and go to the bathroom at least three times, not to mention getting water and him getting up to warm up some chicken. We even go to sleep for a lil’ while, but he musta had some crazy sex dream about us because he wakes me up for some more.

  We finally go to sleep for a few hours, but then I feel like I’m over-sleeping. I roll over and find my phone to look at the time.

  Oh shit! I’m late as hell.

  I jump up out of the bed and start looking for my stuff.

  Shit! Imma have to do the walk of shame like a muthafucka.

  I realize I ain’t got no toothbrush, no nothin’. Then, I remember I’m right up the street from my place, so Imma just have to run home and get ready.

  I wake Sha’quan up when I jump out of bed, so he starts following me around—sleepily.

  “I’ve gotta go home and get ready for work. I’m gonna be late!” I say.

  “Hold on! I’ll go with you!” he says, as he goes back into the bedroom, pulls on his uniform, and grabs my guitar, and then we both hurry out the door. It takes less than ten minutes to make it over to my building, and I hurry up and go up, barely paying attention to Sha’quan, as he follows behind me.

  I take a really quick shower, and he helps me pull together some clothes, so we can catch the next bus. We hustle out of my apartment and down to the stop, just before the bus is about to pull away. It’s crowded as hell, so we have to stand up all the way there.

  We get to the mall, and I realize I’m damn near forty-five minutes late, but I might still be cool.

  Sha’quan gets off with me and says, “I have to get somethin’ from the mall.”

  I practically run over to the shop, and Sha’quan comes into the door with me. I’m huffing and puffing hard as hell—even though I thought I was in shape.

  Sha’quan spots the lil’ café next door and says, “I think Imma gonna get somethin’ to eat.”

  “Ok. Bye,” I say, as I prepare to go clock in. Just as I’m walking towards the back, Tony comes out to meet me.

  Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck! Of course, today of all days, he would be here.

  I stop in my tracks and take a deep breath. I already know it’s about to be some bullshit.

  Fuck me!

  Chapter Six

  I go over to the lil’ café to grab something to eat. Last night was wild as hell, and I’m still tired. We were going rounds, on some all-night type shit. That shit was better than I remember. I grab a lil’ muffin and some coffee, then head back towards the shop where Neeci’s working. I see her standing there with some dude who I guess is probably her boss.

  Shit! Hopefully she don’t catch too much shit.

  As I walk by I hear Neeci saying, “I apologize for being late, but I over-slept this morning.”

  “Oh, were you out partying late last night cuz you’re a star now?” the dude says. “Is that what it is? You think just because you have a singing gig now, you don’t have to take this job seriously anymore? Well, you’re wrong.”

  “I’m sorry,” she responds.

  “YES, YOU ARE! I WILL NOT TAKE THIS. YOU ARE FIRED!”

  Oh shit! Is this nigga for real? He gonna just fire her like that? I can’t believe it.

  Apparently, she can’t either.

  “Fired? For being late one day?”

  “YOU THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS JOB, THEN GET OUT! You can take that diva attitude out of here. You really fucked up now. You’ll be back here beggin’ for your job, but that’s too bad.”

  She still looks confused. “You’re firing me?”

  “Did I stutter? Are you as dumb as you are incompetent? I…”

  That’s enough.

  This nigga done got me heated, and before I know it, I walk up on his ass and go, “Aye, nigga! What the fuck is wrong with you talkin’ to her like that? Imma beat yo ass!”

  He takes a step back. “Security! Get his ass out of here!”

  Apparently, the guard was walking by just then. I take a step towards the boss, but the guard comes in and takes out his taser.

  “Stop right there, or I will stop you!” he shouts. “Both of you, out of here. Now. If I see you again, I will place you both under arrest and immediately call the police.”

  I think about whether or not it’s worth it. I mean this dude is a complete dickhead, but I really ain’t in the mood for this shit. I shoot that nigga one last glare before I stomp out, grabbing Neeci’s arm and pulling her along in the process. I’m still mad as hell, and I can barely even think.

  What the hell did I do with my coffee? I musta just dropped that shit.

  I keep stomping towards the bus stop when, halfway across the parking lot, Neeci jerks her arm away from me.

  I spin around, frowning. “What’re you doin’?”

  “Why did you have to do that?” says Neeci.

  I’m confused. “What? That nigga was talkin’ to you like he was crazy. Was I just supposed to let him? He fired you anyway.”

  “He was just talkin’ shit. After a while, he woulda given me my job back. But now I can’t even go back in the mall, so I’m fucked.”

  “So you’re mad at me now?”

  “I coulda handled it on my own.”

  That shit pisses me off. “Well, excuse the fuck outta me for defendin’ you,” I fire back.

  “What am I gonna do now?”

  “Man, fuck that job! You’re better than that lil’ piece of shit anyway. You shouldn’t even be workin’ there. That nigga did you a favor.”

  Neeci stops and gets quiet. It looks like she’s thinking about what I said. I mean, I get it. She just lost her job, but that lil’ piece of shit job wasn’t even worth it. I’m sure she can find something else. I peeped her resume in Nikki’s office, and she got a degree and everything. I don’t know what her ass was doing pushing makeup in the mall anyway. I watch her tryna figure shit out. It looks like a whole wave of emotions are going through her at once. I start to feel bad.

  Maybe I did fuck up her shit?

  I mean, she lives in a lil’ crumby apartment with her cousin. I’m sure she couldn’t really afford to lose that job.

  Maybe I shoulda just kept my cool, but it’s too late now. She’s better off.

  At this point, she ain’t even really looking at me. She’s still just standing there, thinking. I’ve been fired before, so I know it feels shitty. Part of me wants to try and comfort her, but another part just feels like I should leave it alone.

  Finally, she breaks out of her thoughts and says, “Thank you for standing up for me. I just…I need some time. Imma go home and try to put some music together. That’s all I got now. I guess I gotta go hard.”

  She starts walking towards the bus stop, and I follow behind her. As soon as we get there, the bus pulls up. We climb on and walk to the back where it’s one seat. She sits down, looking all sad and shit, and I just stand there looking at her. I don’t want her to go, especially because I feel like she’s about to go fold up and cry.

  “I’ll go home with you,” I offer

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sp; “No. You go on to work. You’re already late. I’ll be okay.”

  “It’s whatever. Ain’t nobody gonna do nothin’ to me. I ain’t about to let you go by yo’self. Imma make sure you alright.”

  “No, really Sha’quan. I have a lot to think about.”

  I don’t have a reply for that. I guess I just gotta respect it, so I stand there for a while. I know that she’s probably feeling shitty as fuck, and I hate that there ain’t shit I can say to her. I’m sure I could get her something at the club, but I don’t even know if I want to. She’s better than that.

  I’m sure she’s gonna get a deal and everything will be fine. If not, then I’ll help her out.

  Damn, that’s some deep shit, but I would though. Especially since it’s kinda my fault she’s out here like this.

  Before I know it, we’re rolling close to her stop.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask.

  “Yeah.” she says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Will you at least call or text me later?”

  “Okay.”

  The bus comes to a stop, and she gets up. She walks off before I can even get a kiss.

  Damn!

  Usually I wouldn’t care this much, but like I said, Neeci is different. I know she’s gonna be alright, but I just hate to see her upset. I know I won’t feel right until I hear from her. This shit really is getting deep. She mighta got my ass. I ain’t never cared about a chick this quick, but I got real feelings for this girl. I mean, I don’t love her or no shit like that, but I feel something.

  I look out the window and watch as she slowly makes her way to her apartment.

  Damn it, man! I hope she’ll really be okay. She probably won’t believe me, but I got her. That’s my word. I got her.

  Neeci texts me later on that night to say she’s okay. She says she’s just writing, singing, and playing her guitar, and I tell her I’m sure she’ll kill it. I don’t know if that helps, but it was true. The whole rest of my day was shitty, thinking about everything that went down. I mean, we have this dope-ass night, and then it turns into some bullshit. Man, her boss really was a piece of shit. I felt like rolling back up there on his ass and beating the shit outta him.