Lance
I barely got any sleep.
But it wasn’t because I was up overanalyzing what had gone down between me and Yani. It was because having her in my bed after knowing what her pussy felt like damn near made it impossible for me not to want to spend the rest of the night inside of her. And it hadn’t taken long for me to learn that she felt the same way, my dick pressed up against her ass in the spooned position we were supposed to be falling asleep in somehow turning into a request for me to “just put it in” that ended with the two of us delirious and naked in my kitchen sharing a bottle of alkaline water…which somehow turned into me eating Yani’s pussy on the kitchen island and then fucking her there too.
It was like a constant cycle that really only slowed down because we ran out of condoms. And since Yani’s period app said that she was at her most fertile right now, we weren’t taking any chances. Though that didn’t exactly mean we were done messing around completely, Yani’s hand resting on top of mine as I lazily played with her pussy until I fell asleep.
I woke up the same way a few hours later, with her hand covering mine that was still lodged between her legs which had gotten heavier in her slumber. And while I considered starting the day by picking up exactly where we’d left off, one glance at the clock told me I didn’t have time to give Yani’s pussy the attention it deserved since I needed to get down to the Skyhawks training facility for an early morning workout with the team that would be followed by a full day of meetings regarding last night’s game.
Honestly, with everything that had happened since then, it lowkey felt like we’d played days ago when in reality it hadn’t even been a full twenty-four since I was last on the field. And I felt every bit of it once I finally climbed out of bed, my body aching as I slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower before I came back to the bedroom to get dressed and saw that Yani was still fast asleep.
Of course, she didn’t have to leave just because I was about to. But I also didn’t want her to be confused whenever she did get up, prompting me to shake her arm in an attempt to wake her so that I could let her know what was going on. But when she only grunted and rolled over in response, I decided to just leave her a spare key and a note that let her know where I’d gone, along with a reminder for her to lock up whenever she left.
If she left.
Coming home to a naked Yani still in my bed after a long day at work definitely would’ve been a nice little vibe. But I also knew the chances of that happening were extremely slim, especially since we hadn’t exactly gotten around to having the talk she’d allegedly come over to have.
To me, our bodies had made it obvious what the fuck was really up and seemed like a perfect starting point for whatever was to come. But I also didn’t want to get my hopes up since Yani had a history of making some unpredictable ass decisions with things that involved us, that thought humbling me a bit as I finally made my way into work and was immediately greeted in the locker room by Gerald who asked, “My nigga, are you glowing right now? What the fuck isthatabout?”
So maybe the humility was only in my head, my body apparently unable to hide the fact that my night spent with Yani had lowkey been straight out of a nigga’s fantasies. But instead of telling Gerald way more than he ever needed to know about my sex life, I gave him a more PG explanation when I dropped my duffle bag in my locker and answered, “Got a good win yesterday; first one of the season after dropping our first two on the road. Why wouldn’t I be in a good mood?”
Shaking his head, he insisted, “Nah, that’s not a good win glow. You got somethin’ else going on.” Then he squinted his eyes like he was analyzing me before he asked, “Is Rocki finally done being mad at you or somethin’?”
The mention of Racquel made me frown instantly as I responded, “What?Nah. I mean, I don’t know. I haven’t even talked to her since the flag football game.”
“So what is it?” Gerald pressed. “Better yet,whois it?”
My instinct was to play it off, act like I didn’t know what he was talking about and quickly move onto another topic. But for whatever reason, him narrowing his question down to “who” lowkey had me proud to share, “Remember the girl I told you I went to high school with? Yani?”
After Gerald responded with a confused frown like he had no idea who I was talking about, I gave him another clue.
“Lady Hawk.”
This time, the recognition was instant as he popped up from where he’d been sitting in his locker spot and said, “Iknewyour ass had them out there playing for your heart! And ol’ girl showed out too. Damn near got a concussion and everything, so she must really fucks with you.”
The reminder of Yani’s concussion -along with Big G’s wrong ass assumption- had me shaking my head amusedly as I turned to look over my shoulder after I’d heard Hunter repeat, “Concussion? What the hell did I miss?”
“Some good ass football, actually,” Gerald answered before giving Hunter a quick rundown of everything that had happened with the women’s game. But of course, he couldn’t help putting his own spin on shit by making it seem like I was the one who’d intentionally set it up so that Racquel and Yani were going head-to-head and that I’d treated myself as the prize, finishing off his recap with, “So not only did Lady Hawk win the game for her team with a cold ass interception. She also wonthisnigga.”
Once Hunter chuckled and said, “Damn, Hawk. You a wild boy for that,” I was quick to defend, “It wasn’t like that for real.”
But of course, Gerald had to take things even further when he said, “Bullshit. Rocki cussed his ass out and then almost ran him over with her car.”
“Now you really draggin’ it,” I responded with a laugh that had Gerald quick to challenge, “She didn’t speed out of the parking lot?”
“I mean, she did,” I answered. “But it wasn’t like her car was going in my direction.”
“Might as well have been,” Gerald insisted, only making me laugh again as the three of us finally made our way down to the weight room. And once we were there, it was mostly business as we got a quick lift in, got our individual recovery treatments, talked shit through breakfast, and then settled in for a long day of team meetings and watching film that only reminded me of how little sleep I’d gotten the night before since my ass was dog-tired by the time we were finished.
The drive home was a blur. And I really wasn’t surprised to see that Yani’s car was no longer in my driveway when I pulled up. But thankfully, she hadn’t completely gone ghost according to the note I found on my kitchen counter.
We still need to talk.
Call me :)
Yani
Below that message was her phone number that I pulled out my phone to dial immediately, choosing to Facetime her instead of just a regular phone call so that I could see her smile when she answered and said, “You don’t follow directions.”