“I’m the one who lives down here. I should be asking you that last question.” Jameel met her blank stare. “As for the first one, I don’t know.” He leaned in toward Kafisa and hugged her from the shoulders up. “I’m tryin’a see you outside of the club,” he cooed in her ear.
Those on the outside looking in wouldn’t have known how Kafisa took it. She showed no reaction to Jameel’s statement. It took everything in her power not to react, though. She didn’t even bother to hug him back. “It was good seeing you. Hit me up sometime,” Kafisa said. She then walked out the door. Everybody nodded and waved at Jameel as they trailed behind Kafisa.
Jameel watched as Kafisa and her entourage vanished out of the club. When he turned, he was met by a familiar face.
“Yo, Meel. Who ole girl?” Styles asked curiously.
Styles was one of the few hustlers Jameel interacted with on a business and personal level, so Jameel didn’t mind that he’d asked this question. The two had clicked instantly one night when they were eyeing the same girl at another club closer to South of the Border. Styles was the one who had actually turned him on to the small towns off of Interstate 95 in North Carolina, like Dunn, Benson, and Smithfield, but he’d also given him a warning. Styles had shared that his brother had been killed and his right-hand man had gotten life from messing around with some stickup chicks from one of these towns.
Jameel had gone and checked the towns out anyway. All three spots had wound up being lucrative for him, which was why he had a certain love and respect for Styles. Had anybody else posed this question, he would’ve flipped on them instantly for asking about his personal business.
“She a heavy hitter from up top,” Jameel said, offering Styles the only information he needed to know. He had almost referred to her as his ex, but that would be a hater move, and he had nothing but love for Kafisa.
“Where at?” Styles asked, pressing the issue. He was gathering information he knew every baller and small-time hustler in the building wished they could get.
Jameel didn’t hesitate to answer. “BK.” He realized answering Styles’s questions could only help Kafisa in whatever it was she was trying to do.
“That’s wassup. Good lookin’, my G.” Styles gave Jameel dap and a bro hug.
“No doubt, my dude.” He returned Styles’s handshake and hug.
“Be safe out here, yo,” Styles then offered.
“Definitely!” Jameel replied. “You too, bro.”
The two went their separate ways. Jameel made his way back over to where he had been sitting up until the time he noticed Kafisa, while Styles returned to his table. The vibration on the side of his hip caused Jameel to pause. When he pulled out his phone, he smiled. He typed in his code and unlocked his screen. He then bent his head after reading the entire message and replying to it.
Halimah and Laverne were giving Nu-Nu her props for the way she had handled her business back at the club. Kafisa sat over in the front passenger seat, in deep thought. She knew that tonight she had played her hand to a T. There was no doubt in her mind that Nu-Nu’s and Niecy’s phones would be ringing like it was Sunday mass. She had been focused the entire night on creating the impression that she was that bitch and her crew was nothing to fuck with. My game face would have been impeccable, had it not been for running into Jameel, Kafisa thought.
At the sound of his voice Kafisa had known she had to keep her composure, or else she might have exposed her hand some. There was no way she was going to let anything or anybody stand in the way of what she had to do while she was in the South. There was just something about Jameel that, as of late, had been drawing her in. Kafisa wondered if it was just loneliness she felt, if it had nothing to do Jameel himself. She took a deep breath. Only one way to find out, Kafisa told herself.
She pulled out her iPhone, pulled up Jameel’s number, and sent him a text. You still tryin’a see me outside of the club? I want u!
Kafisa pressed SEND, then waited for Jameel’s response. She held back the grin that tried to force its way onto her face as she read Jameel’s immediate response. I would love to see u outside the club. I want u too.
Chapter Twenty
Jameel went in and out of his ranch-style home in anticipation of Kafisa’s arrival. All he thought about was what he was going to show her in the bedroom. He peered down at his watch. Two hours had passed since she had texted him after leaving the club. He had almost given up hope that they would see each other tonight, but then his phone alarm had gone off, letting him know he had a new text message from Kafisa. In her text she let him know she’d be at his house in less than five minutes.
Three minute later her SUV pulled into his dirt driveway, and he watched as she hopped out. Jameel met Kafisa at his front door.
“I thought you were gonna chicken out.” Jameel grinned.
“Not Kafis Jackson’s daughter,” Kafisa replied with a straight face. “Besides, I’m the one that texted you, remember?” She was still surprised at herself for texting him what she did, but once she’d pressed SEND, she knew there was no turning back.
“True.” Jameel chuckled. “And I’m glad you did,” he added. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He then slid to the side to allow Kafisa access to his crib.
Kafisa accepted his invitation. Her body lightly brushed up against Jameel’s as she stepped into his home. She felt a strong magnetic force as she passed Jameel. This was something she had never felt with any other guy. She used to get the same feeling whenever she was around him back in her college days, and she was surprised that the feeling had resurfaced when she ran into him back at the club in New York. Then again, when they met for lunch, she’d felt like a girl with a high school crush.
Once they were inside the house, Jameel helped her get comfortable. He took her jacket, which she had peeled off. “Follow me,” he then said as he walked past her and toward his staircase leading upstairs.
As if hypnotized, Kafisa didn’t say a word. Instead, she followed Jameel as he led her up the stairs to his bedroom. She staggered a little and nearly stumbled as she walked up the steps.
Jameel turned and asked, “You good?”
“Yes.” Kafisa peered up at him. “I’m fine.”
Jameel could tell by how glossy her eyes were that she was, at the very least, tipsy.
“No, you’re not,” he insisted. He grabbed hold of Kafisa’s hand and led her the rest of the way up the steps. He escorted her through the hallway until he reached his master bedroom.
Kafisa couldn’t believe how passive she was being right now. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the liquor, the fact that she was turned on by Jameel’s take-charge demeanor, or both. Either way, it feels nice not to have to lead for a change, thought Kafisa.
“Have a seat.” Jameel pointed to his bed, and she obliged. He then disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with five candles and a lighter. He had rehearsed the type of mood he wanted to set with Kafisa. He set the five candles on top of his dresser. He lit them one by one, then turned off the lights in his room.
Kafisa looked around the room, a bit startled, as if the lights had gone off by themselves. Her ears suddenly heard the sound of one of her favorite former female R & B groups, Floetry. Out of nowhere, one of her favorite songs came flowing out of Jameel’s surround-sound speakers. She looked at Jameel, who was now shirtless and was standing by the stereo with the remote in his hand.
Jameel slithered toward Kafisa, snapping his fingers with each step he took. He placed one of his fingers over her lips and then grabbed her hands to pull her off the bed. “You owe me a dance.” He smirked. “I saw you in two clubs, and we didn’t get to dance neither time,” Jameel pointed out.
A huge smile appeared on Kafisa’s face. At first, she pretended to resist. She knew Jameel wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She realized he was going to dance with her no matter what, even if he had to force her to dance with him. For the first time in a long time, Kafisa let her guard down. Jameel stare
d into her eyes, wrapped his arms around her hips, and locked his fingers together so that she could not pull away from him. Kafisa responded by throwing her arms around his neck. He turned her on even more by wanting to slow dance in the middle of his bedroom with her. She wondered if he had remembered that she liked to dance or if this was purely coincidental. Together, they swayed back and forth in silence. At that moment, they let their eyes do all the talking.
Kafisa instinctively laid her head on Jameel’s bare, rock-hard chest. She closed her eyes but then immediately opened them. The room seemed to be spinning when her eyes were closed. The last thing she wanted was to pass out and not remember a thing. Her eyes trailed down Jameel’s chest and rested on his midsection. Kafisa rubbed her hands over all the indentations in his ab muscles. She inhaled his masculine scent and ran her hands down his back. The music had changed to the next track. Kafisa found herself getting lost in his embrace.
It had been a while since she had been in the arms of a man. She had been grinding so hard the past few years that she hadn’t had the time or the energy to entertain the opposite sex. Since Jameel, she had gone out a couple of times, but after C-Dub put her in the game, it had been strictly business. Kafisa realized she had longed for the feeling she was feeling at that moment. Without even thinking, she kissed Jameel’s chest. She peered up at him immediately afterward, as if she had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry,” she said, apologizing in a low whisper.
“Don’t be,” he replied in a soft but raspy kind of way. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on Kafisa’s forehead. He then cupped her chin and planted one on her lips. Kafisa parted her lips and let Jameel’s tongue explore her mouth. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue as he kissed her long and hard.
Kafisa followed his lead. Their kiss became more intense. Jameel cupped Kafisa’s voluptuous ass with his hands and scooped her up into his arms, the whole while never breaking their lip-lock. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it. Kafisa stared at him seductively as he stood in front of her. He gently lowered Kafisa’s jeans to her ankles and slid them from around her feet.
She backed up on the bed slightly. You ready for this? she asked herself. The mood had gone from zero to one hundred real quick. “Um . . .” She didn’t know what she wanted to say.
“Only if you’re ready,” Jameel said, looking her in the eyes.
He must be reading my mind, she thought.
Damn. I hope you’re ready, Jameel said to himself.
Kafisa nodded. She was all too ready to feel his full lips kissing every part of her body and his firm, large hands gripping her thighs. Her heartbeat increased at the thought. “Of course I want this. That’s why I hit you up,” she said, running her hand along the side of his beard. Her fingers outlined the shape of his lips, and she examined the passionate look on his face after he heard what she’d said. “It’s just been a minute.”
Jameel smiled and lay next to her. He ran his hands along the curves of her legs and then rested them on her arms. “No need to be nervous. I got you,” he assured her.
Kafisa nodded again. Their eyes met. She got lost in his. Every nerve and sinew in her body began to awaken. Jameel’s smoldering looks were overwhelming her. She was now ready to feel every inch of him. “Don’t hold back,” Kafisa cooed.
“I won’t.” Jameel kissed her hard. Their kiss led to hands touching every part of the other’s body. They freed each other of what few clothes they had on, until they were naked. Kafisa felt good, surprisingly, as she prepared herself to receive what her body had been craving since the night just a short time ago that she had run into Jameel. There was no denying the intensity that had built up since then. Tonight she intended to let it all go in a big way.
Jameel traveled down until he was just above the moist center between Kafisa’s legs. He dove in with his tongue. He gently kissed her inner thighs until he was face-to-face with her prized possession. He ran his tongue across her more sensitive area, causing her legs to shake with pleasure. A sensual gasp escaped from her mouth. That turned Jameel on. He increased his pace. Jameel gripped her thighs as he continued to bury his face in her love cave. Kafisa felt as if he was sucking her soul out of her as he tasted her juices with every lick he took.
“Ooh, yes!” Kafisa moaned. She tried to push his head out from between her legs, but he wouldn’t budge. Her legs shook ferociously when she felt her first orgasm—a sensation she had not experienced in a long time. “Aah!” she cried.
Jameel pulled away from her. He reached over toward his nightstand and retrieved a Magnum. He licked his lips and gazed into Kafisa’s eyes as he tore open the condom wrapper. He then wiped his beard with his right hand and grabbed his stiff dick with his left. After slipping the condom on, he spread Kafisa’s legs wider to fit his frame, then guided his pulsating hardness inside of her wetness.
Kafisa’s body shuddered from the feel of Jameel’s rock-hard dick inside her. His ten inches was giving her everything she desired and yearned for. She arched her back to give his length full access to her sex. She had not felt what she was feeling now in years. Kafisa wanted to savor the moment.
“Go slow,” she whispered in Jameel’s ear.
“I will,” he replied. “I promise I will.” Jameel slowed his rhythm. He paused briefly just to absorb the moment. She feels incredible, he thought. She was a place that he never wanted to leave. He had waited for this moment for a long time too. He wanted to make it pleasurable for her and worth it. Jameel wanted Kafisa to know that she wasn’t a quick bang that he had been waiting to score. She wasn’t just an ex-girlfriend; she was his heart, and no one would ever compare to her in terms of the love and the sex.
It just so happened that his favorite track on the CD was beginning. It excited him even more, and he refused to waste another minute. Jameel plunged his manhood deeper into her wet center. The look of ecstasy on her face was turning him on even more. Kafisa’s pussy was a bit tender and tight due to a lack of sex. She bit down on her bottom lip and took the pain and the pleasure that followed.
“You good?” he asked her as he continued grinding his wood into her.
“Yes,” she sang. Her nails dug into his back as he traveled deeper inside of her.
Jameel was on a natural high with Kafisa’s sweet flower. It turned him on so much that with each dig of her nails into his back, his thrusts inside her became harder.
Kafisa’s legs quivered with the onset of a second orgasm. She let out a loud moan and let her juices ooze onto Jameel’s cock. No longer able to hold on, Jameel pulled out and released himself inside the condom. He jerked the condom until he had nothing left inside of him to release. Jameel collapsed on top of Kafisa. She cuddled him in her arms and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Jameel let out a light chuckle. “Thank you too,” he shot back. He found the strength to get up and go into the bathroom to grab them two wet towels. He returned and gently began wiping Kafisa’s own juices from between her legs. With the other towel he wiped himself clean, and then he returned the two towels to the bathroom.
“Did you want to shower?” he asked Kafisa after doubling back to his bedroom.
When he didn’t hear a response, he crept closer to the bed to see why. The sight of her sleeping on his bed brought a smile to his face. It was beautiful, so beautiful that he had to skip the shower and join her.
Chapter Twenty-one
The next morning, Kafisa woke up to the early morning sounds of birds chirping and the smell of turkey sausage and eggs in the air. The sun had just risen. The warm rays spread lightly across her beautiful naked body, which was tangled up in the sheets. A cool, refreshing breeze occasionally crept its way through the open balcony door, pampering her. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She then sat up in a panic as reality hit her. It took her a second to remember where she was. Between the alcohol and the meager rest, not to mention
the multiples she had experienced a few hours ago, thanks to Jameel, she had lost track of time and space.
Kafisa had even forgotten that she had come over to Jameel’s house late last night. That’s what your ass gets for drunk texting, she cursed herself, remembering the text she had sent him. She hadn’t realized she was as tipsy as she was until she found herself in front of his crib. The next thing she knew, she was naked and Jameel was inside of her. She’d known where the text would lead, but she hadn’t expected to be satisfied as well as she was in Jameel’s bed last night. That had been her intent, but she hadn’t thought she would follow through on it. It had never been her intent to let the sun beat her up. Kafisa shook her head at herself as she let out a light chuckle. She couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that her text flirting had gotten real.
She quickly scanned the lavish bedroom for her clothes. They were across the floor, at the far end of the room. She wrapped her body in the sheet and stood up and walked over to pick her clothes up off the floor. When she removed her cell phone from her clutch, she was not surprised to see the abundance of missed calls and text messages from Halimah, Laverne, and Nu-Nu. She figured the 803 area code number she didn’t recognize was Niecy’s number, since it was in the same sequence as everybody else’s missed calls. Kafisa shot a quick text back to Halimah, letting her know she was good, then put the phone back in her clutch. She then began to dress quickly. Just as she was buttoning the last button on her shirt, Jameel came in with a plate laden with sausage, eggs, wheat toast, a glass of OJ, and a bowl of assorted fruit.
“Mornin’, Sleepin’ Beauty.” He smiled. “Hungry? I know you worked up an appetite.”
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