Authors: Xander Daniels
“How ‘bout we go back to my place, then?” I knew that she was going to say no, but it was better than “you wanna eat pizza, then fuck?”
I was surprised when she said yes.
I walked her back to my townhouse, and I swear, before we even closed the door, she was all over me. Her hand stroked my cock through the outside of my jeans. I grabbed her tits, and pushed her against the wall. She was trying to undo my belt. She was an expert I could tell. Then she said, “I gotta go,” and ran out the door.
Dominica
I am so mad at Tamika. At first, I hadn’t wanted her to be there, but, then I was expecting her to be there. Evens was talking and I was having a hard time listening to what he was saying. I kept on wondering where T was and expecting her to walk through the door. Finally, I excused myself because I was sure that something bad had happened. Evens must think that I don’t like him, I was just so distracted while we were talking.
It took a while to get into the conversation, I was so nervous. This man with huge muscles, dreads, and beautiful eyes is staring at me. And that voice, it’s so sexy. I swear, Tamika’s gonna get it when I see her.
Tamika came into our dorm room fifteen minutes after I got back. She was breathless, and looked surprised when she saw me.
“Oh my… I’m so sorry.”
“You should be,” I wasn’t giving up an inch.
“I am.”
“Explanation?”
She looked away from me and looked bashful when she turned her gaze back in my direction, “Ummm…”
“What happened?”
“Listen, I’m sorry. I was there…”
“You were there? Let me get this right, bitch, you were there?”
“I was running late, and then there was this…” she stopped.
I could tell she didn’t want to say, but, I knew it had to do something with a guy. Just by the smile on her face I could tell.
“T, I was worried about you, you couldn’t have texted me?” I was so mad.
“Dom, I’m sorry… I really am.”
“So who is he?”
She looked stumped for a second. “Ummm…”
“You didn’t even get his name?” I couldn’t believe her.
“He was tall.”
“That’s not a name.”
“He had like some kind of faint accent.”
“Well, maybe if he’d stolen my car, you could have given the cops a description.” I was still mad, but, was feeling bad for making her feel bad.
Just then, my phone buzzed, telling me I had a text. “Had a great time. Hope we can hang out again soon.” I felt an ache down below.
“Who was it? Was it him? How’d it go?” Tamika was excited for me.
“It
was
going well. But, then I told him I had to go, because I was so concerned about you. You should have texted me. That’s just what you do.”
Tamika looked down, and said one more time “I’m sorry. I really am, I don’t know what came over me.”
The next week at school was even worse than the first. Evens texted me a bunch telling me how much he enjoyed our conversation, and how he couldn’t wait to see me again. Tamika told me to watch myself.
“Any man willing to express his feelings, girl, he up to something.”
On top of that, my parents were threatening to come down to visit me.
“How’s school, baby?” My mother asked.
“It’s good, mama.”
“And you found a good church?” my dad chimed in.
“Yes, you should have heard the sermon this past Sunday,” I lied.
I had to wait until the following Friday to meet up again. I wanted to take it slow, I didn’t want Evens getting the wrong idea, so we agreed to meet at the coffee shop again. This time, Tamika would not be there.
When I got there, he was sitting at the same table as we had been at last time. He pulled out the chair for me.
“I got our table.”
“I see that,” I was making him work for it.
We eventually got around to his childhood. He told me how his mother had died while he and his father and mother were moving to Jamaica from Haiti. And then he told me about his father and how he had started a lucrative business down in Jamaica. Then he stopped talking.
“What is it your father does?”
“Did.”
“Did?”
“Yes, he’s dead.”
“Oh, my. I’m sorry.” I said.
“It’s cool. I mean, I’m alright with it now,” he said, looking away.
“What happened?”
“Shot.”
“He was shot? By whom?”
“Don’t know. I wasn’t there. He sent me up here to protect me from it.”
“From it?” I asked.
“Yeah, from the violence.”
From my studies, I knew a little about Jamaica, but, I thought it was a pretty peaceful place, like all the Rastas down there were just smoking the chronic and chilling on the beach.
“Yeah, when you’re in my dad’s line of work, that’s the way it goes sometimes.”
I was getting a bad feeling about the conversation. I didn’t want to know anymore. I didn’t want it to spoil my image of this beautiful man who was interested in me.
“Anyway, my dad works for a drug company, and travels all over the world looking for new drugs,” I said, trying to steer the conversation in a little different way.
Evens started laughing.
“Why is that funny? Something about my daddy funny to you?” I was mad, no one laughed at my daddy.
“No. It’s just….”
“Just what?” I asked.
“It’s just my dad did basically the same thing,” he said trying not to laugh.
“Basically the same thing?” I left the door open for him to fill in the details.
“Yeah, probably different drugs, but.” He started to laugh again.
He told me how his dad had sent him up to the United States to get an education. But, that the education his dad had wanted for him was so his dad could expand his business.
“He had some connections up in Atlanta. I didn’t know that he had that in mind. He made a lot of the decisions for me. He told me I had to go to school for business. So I listened to him. I figured he wanted me to become a legitimate businessman, and protect me from what he had done since we moved to Jamaica.”
“But that wasn’t it?”
“No.”
“So, you’re a drug dealer?”
“I might as well be honest.”
I didn’t know what to say. Here was my dream man, interested in me. And then he drops this one me.
“I’ll understand if you want to leave?”
“Leave?”
“Yeah. I know the kind of woman you are. I know it’s not the way your grew up.”
I reached under the table and slid my hand up his leg towards his crotch.
“I’m not going anywhere, unless it’s with you.”
Evens
I don’t how it happened, but, Dom was all over me. I sped back to my townhouse, and by the time we got into the front hallway, her hands were at my crotch. She was struggling to unbutton my pants, and I pulled her close to me and kissed her hard. I grabbed her ass and pulled her close to me, and kissed her hard. Pushing my tongue into her mouth and sucking on her juicy bottom lip. I picked her up carried her to the kitchen counter. Then I spread her legs apart with my hands and pressed my head in between. I nibbled my up her thighs under her dress, and used my fingers to move her panties out of the way. I could tell how wet she was. I slid a single finger in and heard her gasp a little bit. I worked my tongue over her clit, back and forth. I could hear her starting to moan. She grabbed my dreads, and pushed me deeper and deeper, burying my face in her pussy. I started working my finger in and out, at a pace that was matching the way she was thrusting against me. Then she started rocking against my face so hard, that I thought she was going to break my jaw. She gasped my name, and then her pussy got really wet. She stayed completely still.
She pulled me up to her face and whispered, “your gonna have to wait, I’m not giving it all away tonight.”
My dick wanted nothing more than to be inside Dominica right now. But, unless I was wrong, I knew that she was a virgin. Just judging from the tightness of her pussy. I wasn’t expecting to fully hook-up the first time. Not to say that I wasn’t disappointed though.
“Baby, you thought I was going to give away the first time? Hell no. You gotta work harder than that.” I said back at her.
She smiled at me, and pulled me back close to her tits. I started sucking on one of her nipples through her shirt.
“Not yet. This only our second date.”
Tamika
I’m glad that Dom had a date tonight because I needed a little bit of alone time, if you feel me. If you don’t I’m not going to explain. I’d been thinking about that beautiful man that I abandoned to find Dom ever since it happened. I was close to orgasm in the shower on Wednesday morning when Dom barged through the door. I had to turn away from her. I felt like she must have known something was up. But, finally, she and Evens were going out on another date. I was worried about her, but, I also knew that she could take care of herself if she needed to. And she was going to text me if she felt like anything was weird with Evens.
Meanwhile, all I could do was think about that fine brother with the accent. Damn, I nearly fucked him right then. There was something so animal about him, it made me hot just thinking about him. And his dick… Well, I’ve never felt anything so big in my life!! I tried to imagine how big it must have been. I could feel my clit pulsing with every beet of my heart, my breath started to quicken, and, and…
Damn, that nigga could get me off just thinking about him. But, how was I gonna find him again. It seemed like we just kept on running into each other, but, I couldn’t depend on that. Maybe I should put something on craigslist or something. Yeah, that would work: I’m the crazy bitch that nearly sucked your dick the other night then went running out the door. I’m sure that would work. I guess that I’m just left to wonder about that magnificent cock of his, and how good it would have felt to have the full length of his shaft fill me. Oh, here we go again…
Emmanuel
I haven’t been feeling myself lately. Whoever this mystery woman is, has gotten my attention. She is the first female to call me on my bullshit, and all I can do is hope that I’ll run into her. Most of the females that I meet, I can charm them almost immediately. And on top of that, I don’t care at all what they think about me, as long as they give it up. But this female is different. She’s tough, and aggressive, and I have the impression that there’s nothing that I could say to her to convince her that she should give me another chance. The way she teased my dick, and just left like that. I’d never been played like that. That was some bold shit. She got me to the point of wanting to fuck, and then just walked right out the door. I told Evens about it and he just laughed.
“‘Bout time you got played.”
“No, you don’t understand. It’s like how you feel for your bitch.”
“First of all, she ain’t no bitch, second of all…”
“Right, just how you feel about your bitch.”
“I’m gonna beat your ass if you don’t”
“You? Please,” I joked, I knew he could if he had to. I saw a flash in his eyes, that temper that he kept so well hidden. “Just playin’.” I put my hands up to show I meant no disrespect.
When I met Evens, he was soft. Or, he wasn’t hard. I had to teach him to stand up for himself, to stop taking shit. He was like a puppy with big paws. He hadn’t grown yet. But, when he wanted to, dude could go psycho. He never liked to, but, if he needed to. I swear, his face would change. He’d still be smiling, but, if you knew him, you could tell you were about to get your ass beat. He was still giving me that same look.
“Chill, Evens. I’m just playin’.” I said nervously.
I tried to change the subject a little bit, “By the way, how’d it go?”
He gave me a smile, but didn't reveal much. “Aight.”
Dominica
We just passed the mid-way point of the first semester, and I’m worried. I’ve been spending way too much time thinking about Evens, and it’s been affecting my work. I received the first ‘C’ that I’ve ever received in my life. Horrible. I can’t let my parents know. And if they found out it was because of a boy, a man, they’d make me pack up all my things and move back home. My parents have always been protective about any time I mentioned a guy, not that they had anything to worry about. But, the more a parent tries to keep something from a their child, the worse it’s going to be once they have the freedom to make their own choices. I haven’t gone to church since I’ve been down here either and I’ve been feeling bad about that.
After our first date, I told Evens that what happened was a mistake. I saw a flash in his eyes that scared me a little bit. “A mistake.”