For about five minutes, there was silence. The thing is, it wasn’t an awkward silence. You know when you’re around someone, and suddenly, the conversation just stops, so now the two of you are forced to sit there staring into space and hoping that one of you speaks up because the silence has made the s
pace so awkward? Well, that wasn’t the case with Takari and me. If anything, I was lying on my back, trying to see if I could read her mind.
Although she came off as if she was in a good space, there was a certain sadness about her that I was able to pick up on as well. Hell, the same thing goes with me. I was laughing and shit with her, but deep down inside, a nigga was still hurting over the death of my ole boy. I was lowkey ready to get home, so I could face about two of the blunts that I had in my room buried in my stash.
“Come here,” I finally called out to her after about ten more minutes of she and I not saying anything to each other.
With her hand, she pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before she kicked off her heels and crawled over to me on the bed. She lay next to me on her back as well, and I reached down and placed my hand on one of her small thighs right before I squeezed it.
“Let me ask you something, shorty, and don’t take this the wrong way either. You have a husband that you share three kids with, yet you here with me. I’m thirty-five years old, and on some real shit, I could do the whole monogamous lifestyle, have a couple more kids, the white picket fence, but shit like this scares me,” I said, looking down at her.
I didn’t think shorty understood what I was trying to say because she raised an eyebrow and gave me a look, basically telling me to elaborate.
“During the time that I spent in prison, I did a lot of reading. I read everything from the bible to urban fiction, and even books on marriage. While I was locked up, I went through that stage where I was vulnerable as fuck, and I thought that I was going to marry my baby mama when I got out, so I was reading a lot of books on marriage. One of the things that I remembered from that book was it talking about how the first five years are the hardest since it’s the most challenging. Not trying to call you a cheater or no shit like that because that’s not even the direction that I’m going in with this conversation. If anything, I’m going in the direction of trust.
“Let’s just say that I did start pursuing you. How can a nigga know if I can trust you or not? If I have a wife that I share three kids with, I wouldn’t want her confiding in the next man when she feels like I’m slacking on the home front. How I know you won’t do to me what you doing right now with your husband?” I asked her.
I wasn’t even coming from a place of vulnerability. If anything, I was just searching for the truth from shorty. I wanted to know how her mind worked. I was pretty sure that her husband and I were two different breeds of men, so I’d probably never even give her a reason to go astray and find solace in the next nigga, but I still wanted to know.
“Trust me, I dreamed of the white picket fence with a house filled with kids ever since I was like fourteen years old. For years, I thought that’s what I had until lately. I felt like I was more in an agreement than a marriage. I don’t want you to think of me as the woman who couldn’t work it out in her marriage, so she goes jumping to the next man who shows her some attention because I’m not that type of person at all. I’ve been with my husband since I was in high school, although we didn’t really make things official between us until we went off to college.
“Jerrod is all I know sexually, relationship wise, all of that. On my kids, I have never lusted over another man or even given another man the time of day for that matter, which is why it’s so shocking that I’m here with you. As a woman, I just feel like I’ve endured way too much. I won’t blame staying with him fully on daddy issues, but that plays a big role. I didn’t have a father in my life who taught me how I should be treated as a woman, nor was there a man around the house where I watched him treat my mother the way that I should aspire to be treated, so technically, I didn’t know any better.
“I let this man come into my life and dictate just about everything that I did. I had no say so in anything financially that took place because he was the bread winner, and for years, I let him control me. The final straw was when he threw me out of the house while I was butt naked like he and I didn’t have history, share kids, and I wasn’t his wife for that matter. Whoever I get with next, I know my worth now, so I would hope that he would treat me as such. If that happens to be you, then treat me how I deserve to be treated,” she let me know.
She’d said a mouthful. With Takari lying on the side of me, smelling all good and looking even better, I felt like Plies in his song, “Please Excuse My Hands.” I shouldn’t have even been trying to pursue shorty like that because I knew what she had on her plate, but I couldn’t stop myself, so I reached for her waist and I sat her down right on my lap.
I could tell that she was caught off guard by my move from the look on her face, but at the same time, she didn’t bother to get up. My hands stayed on the lower part of her waist while I stared into her beautiful, light brown eyes. I had talked all this shit about not wanting to be friends with shorty or no shit like that, but looking at her at that moment, I had to shake my head and ask myself what real nigga wouldn’t want to come home to this pretty ass face every night? I think I was fuckin’ with her even more because she was there for a nigga today when I was at my lowest, so it spoke volumes to me.
During the funeral, she sat next to me, rubbing my back and asking if I was okay every chance she got, and so on. I never really had no shit like that before because when I was with Breshay, she and I were young as fuck, so we didn’t really know how to love each other. Breshay’s way of showing me that she loved me was coming down to the trap house with me and helping us cook up dope. Shit was different when you got with a real ass woman.
After moments of staring at each other, I removed one hand from her waist and placed it on the back of her head. Pulling her closer to me, I felt the need to kiss her lips again.
On God, I’d never been a kisser because I was the type of nigga who liked to just pull out my dick and start fuckin’, but with Takari, she had lips that made you want to suck on them shits. Her lips were nice, full, and they were pink. Her breath smelled good as a motha fucka too, so when she started breathing deeply like she was losing her damn mind, I didn’t mind it one bit because shorty’s hygiene was up to par.
My hands were now holding onto her little ass, and while we slowly kissed each other, trying to take each other’s face off, I grinded her in my lap, letting her feel how hard my dick was. Her moans that she released into my mouth were something serious. That shit had me wanting to flip her little ass over on her back and give her what she was silently begging me for. While we kissed, her hands kept going for the belt of the slacks that I was wearing, but I kept slapping her hands away because I knew she wasn’t ready for that shit.
“Chill out! You ain’t ready for all of that yet,” I said, breaking the kiss.
She looked at me long and hard before she took the hair tie that she had on her wrist and pulled her long hair up into a bun then she removed herself from my lap. I thought I had lowkey pissed her off by denying her this good dick, but next thing I knew, she was going for the zipper on the side of the dress that she was wearing, and instantly, her dress dropped to the floor. Crazy how shorty was tiny as fuck, but once those clothes came off, I saw that she had some little curves to her body here and there.
Although her breasts were small, they were full in the black bra that she wore. Even her hips had a little spread to them. Usually, I liked a thick woman, but something about this little shit right here that was standing in front of me had me in a daze. I wasn’t even this turned on when I got my first dose of head and pussy for the first time. I felt like a virgin all over again as I watched Takari remove her bra and panties. It hadn’t even been a minute yet, and I was already in love with her body along with her confidence. Lord knows I couldn’t stand a shy female, especially when it came to sex.
Once she ridded herself of all her clothing, she climbed back into my lap, and all I could do was shake my head. Her face went to the crook of my neck where she started to apply light kisses and little bites.
“Let me find out you scared of pussy, Za’Kai! You talk all that shit about being the realest nigga that I ever met, but any real nigga would have had me on my back already,” her shit talking ass had the nerve to say.
Because I didn’t want her to feel like she had one up on me, I flipped her little ass over then pinned both of her hands behind her head and held them there.
“I’m actually trying to spare the fuck out of your little ass. You look like you spent a long time on your hair this morning, trying to get it all flat and shit, so I’m keeping that in mind because fuckin’ me is similar to a workout session. We going to sweat this little wash and set right out. I’m liable to have your ass crying, nose running, all of that. Do I look like the type of nigga that’s scared of some pussy, Shrimp?” I asked and slapped her hard as hell on her exposed thigh. She didn’t answer my question verbally, she just shook her head.
I said that I wasn’t going to fuck her because I didn’t want to complicate shit between us, but I’d never been so horny in my fuckin’ life, so I ended up removing the dress shirt that I was wearing along with my wife beater. I removed myself from on top of her just so I could come out of my slacks and my boxers. I wished that I could have had a damn camera in my hands to take a picture of her reaction when she saw my dick. Shit was priceless, man. With a cocky smirk on my face, I went into the nightstand looking for a pack of condoms, and I sucked my teeth loudly when I realized that I didn’t keep condoms at my grandma’s crib. I wasn’t a kid anymore where I had to sneak bitches in and out of my room, just so I could fuck.
“I don’t have no condoms, shorty,” I said, coming back over to the bed where she was.
I was on top of her, and her arms went around my neck before we went back to slowly kissing each other. I swear to God I felt like I was doing a porno for love making or some shit like that. I couldn’t stop kissing shorty even if I wanted to.
“Za’Kaiiii,” she moaned into my lips.