Her sense of panic was alleviated when she saw the text he’d sent. Brick had gone to Philly to handle some business. He said he’d be back around noon to take her to lunch. Immense relief washed over her. She was falling for Brick. He was sensitive and sexy. The combination made him so easy to love.
Their relationship was a temporary situation. Brick had made that clear. Still, Anya was determined to make the best of every day that she and Brick shared. During this temporary love affair, she was not going to hold back from showering him with all the love stored in her heart. If he only gave her a mere fraction of the love she planned to give him, she’d be able to walk away without any feelings of regret.
She thought about what she’d wear on her lunch date with Brick and sighed. Anya had been rotating the same three outfits all summer. It was a shame that some desperate and immoral person had broken into her room at the youth hostel where she was staying when she first arrived in Philly. Her money and possessions had been stolen. With no means to pay her weekly rent, Anya had been cast out into the streets.
She could have called her aunt and gotten airfare back to Indiana, but that would have defeated her purpose. Instead, she met a boy named Troy at a seedy hotel. Troy, who went by the name Cash Money. She called him C.
From the moment that she told him about her inheritance, Cash Money stuck to her like glue. He looked out for her. Found ways to pay the rent in the hotel. And when they had absolutely no money or food, he would take her to his mother’s house for meals.
The difference between Cash Money and Brick was that Brick was helping her without expecting anything in return.
Merely thinking about Brick put a smile on her lips. It would be nice to put on something new and pretty for their lunch date. With the money Brick had given her, she could buy something fly, but she hadn’t noticed any malls within walking distance of the motel.
Making the best of what she had to work with, Anya ironed her cut-off shorts and top. Giving herself a feminine touch, she painted her fingernails and toenails in multiple colors: turquoise, pink, and a bright yellow to fit her sunny mood.
At noon, she met Brick in the parking lot. To her surprise, he was driving a different car.
“Where’s your car?” she asked as she slid in the passenger seat. The car he was driving was nothing spectacular. It was actually a downgrade from his previous car.
“I had to get rid of it.”
“Oh.” She didn’t press him for details. He’d tell her whatever he felt she needed to know.
Brick patted the steering wheel fondly. “This baby don’t look like much, but she’ll get us wherever we need to go.”
“Did you hook up with your friend?” Anya was curious about the gun Brick said he’d be able to get for her.
“Yeah, my man in Philly handled the car transaction. He can’t get you that piece right now, but he’ll have something in a few days.”
“Okay, that’s cool.” A part of Anya felt instant relief. If she had the gun in her possession, she’d feel compelled to embark on the search for Kaymar Crawford. She was grateful to have a little extra time to chill with Brick. Constantly thinking about retribution put a drain on her spirit.
She promised herself that until she had the weapon in her hand, she’d keep her mind off of revenge and savor every moment with Brick.
“Is there anywhere special you’d like to eat? The sky is the limit,” Brick said, teasingly.
“With these old clothes, I’m not dressed for anywhere special,” Anya replied.
Brick gave her a look that told her she was crazy. “You’re special, and you look good in anything you put on.”
“Stop playing.”
“I’m speaking the truth.”
“You’re sweet. Thank you, Brick,” she murmured.
“For what?”
“For making me happy. I can feel myself glowing when you’re around.”
Brick smiled, but didn’t say anything. Anya understood that he didn’t want to give her false hope. But fuck it. She was caught up, and didn’t mind showing it.
“How about that restaurant. You ever eat there?” He pointed to The Cheesecake Factory, which was on the other side of the road.
“Oh, yeah, I love that place. The food’s good and the cheesecake is to die for.”
“I’m sold,” Brick said as he made a turn at the next light. A few minutes later, they were parking in the lot.
Though Brick was only about four or five years older than Anya, he seemed much older. Carried himself like a mature man. In his presence, Anya felt cared for and protected. As they entered the restaurant, two energetic kids ran ahead of their parents and almost collided into Anya. The way Brick pulled her close to him was so endearing. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to Anya.
There was a forty-minute wait. Brick asked her if she wanted to go somewhere with a shorter wait. “No, I’m good,” Anya said with her nose practically pressed against the glass case displaying the vast variety of cheesecake. “So many choices, but I think I’m going to try the key lime. What about you?” she asked Brick.
“Whatever you’re getting. I trust your taste,” he said. “Oh, I left something important in the car. Be right back.” Brick squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, as if he sensed that every time he left her, she feared he wouldn’t come back.
“Here you go,” Brick said, handing Anya an iPad. “I bought this off of my man. Figured you was feenin’ to get online.”
She covered her mouth to smother a squeal but her eyes bulged with surprised pleasure. “Thank you.”
“Now you won’t have to search for your pop using a public computer.”
Anya looked at Brick and pointed her finger. “You are so lucky that we’re in a family restaurant.” She shook her head. “Umph, umph, umph.”
He laughed uneasily. “What are you talking about?”
She licked her lips. “I’m just saying. If I could do what I wanted right now…” She shook her head ominously. “I’d pop that zipper in your pants, slide that thing outta them briefs, and I’d do you right.”
“Whoa!” Brick looked shocked by Anya’s brashness. Frowning, Brick turned his head from side to side, looking around the foyer area.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I don’t think anyone heard me,” Anya reassured him.
“I’m not thinking about these people. You talking dirty…got me looking around, tryna scope out a private area.”
Anya giggled.
“I’m serious. There’s gotta be a cubby hole around this joint somewhere.” He looked around again. “I’m not particular…are you?”
“Hell, no,” Anya replied, smiling.
“I’m about to yank yo’ lil’ sexy ass into the bathroom. But I’m tryna be civilized about it. I need to call the manager!”
Anya’s eyes danced with excitement “What do you wanna say to the manager?”
“I’ma be like, ‘Excuse me, sir. Do y’all got a closet we could use real quick? Me and my girl are having an emergency. We need to handle something while we’re waiting for our table.’”
“You so crazy. I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”
“I’m not being funny…I’m dead serious. You talking trash, and now you gon’ have to back up your words.” Brick proceeded toward the hostess.
Anya gasped. “Brick!”
He ignored her. “Can I speak to the manager?”
The hostess’s trained smile remained in place. “Is there a problem, sir?”
Mortified, Anya rushed forward and tugged on Brick’s arm. “There’s no problem. We were just wondering how much longer we have to wait.”
The hostess nodded in understanding. “Oh, you’re in luck. Your table is ready. Follow me, please.”
Walking behind the waitress, Anya whispered to Brick. “I’m gonna get you for embarrassing me like that.”
“I got extra paper! I was gon’ grease the manager bull’s palm and see if he could give us his offi
ce or something.”
Covering her mouth, Anya giggled again.
After they were seated, the hostess gave them their menus and left.
Anya leaned forward. “You can’t be serious. Stop messing with my head, Brick. I can’t tell if you’re being straight up or if you’re messing with me.” She searched Brick’s face.
Brick picked up a menu and opened up. With his face concealed behind the menu, he said, “Say some more shit out in public that gets my dick hard, and you’ll find whether I’m playing or not.”
Her heart fluttered and her coochie puckered at the same time. She picked up her menu and perused it, while stealing glances at Brick. She couldn’t have found a better companion. The fine-ass man on the other side of the table was not only sweet and considerate. Brick had some freak in him! Anya was intrigued by the sexual possibilities that they could explore together.
Testing Brick, she slid her foot out of her sandal. With her toes pointed, she stretched out her leg beneath the table and rubbed her foot against Brick’s crotch.
With his eyes fixed on the menu, Brick took Anya by surprise when he grasped her foot. He looked down at her multi-colored toenails. “These joints look better than the cheesecake on the menu. I’ma have to sample this one, this one, and this one,” he said, playfully wiggling her toes.
When he maneuvered his bulky body in a position that appeared as if he were about to get under the table, Anya yelped and snatched her foot out of his grasp.
“You gon’ stop playing with me, aye?” Brick said with a devilish smile.
“Okay!” Anya said, nodding briskly.
CHAPTER 29
Munch got tired of waiting around for Fawn. He got up outta here and went home to get something to eat. He said he might be back after he eats lunch. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to bring me a plate when he comes back through.
As mean as Munch’s mom is, she’d probably bust him in the head if he tried to take some food out of her house.
Munch is a twenty-eight-year-old mama’s boy. That nigga is scared to death of his mother. I wouldn’t be surprised if his mom takes a strap to that ass.
There’s nothing for me to do except smoke weed and watch TV. My stomach growls and I realize I’m starving like Marvin. I suck my teeth in disgust. Evette might be handling herself in the bedroom, but she’s doing a piss poor job of keeping food in this house.
Munch’s mom is loud, rude, and mean as a snake, but I gotta give her props…she keeps her boy well-fed. She should come over and give Evette’s dumb ass some lessons.
Those earlier feelings of warmth toward Evette are slowly turning to resentment. I’ma handsome, dark-skinned nigga. I got a six-pack. My ebony body is ripped and defined from front to back.
Evette is a fuggly ho…tore up from the floor up, and she knows it. That bitch should be working two or three jobs if that’s what’s required to take care of me. I’ve been dealing with this low-budget broad because I was right out the joint, but I can see that I’m gon’ have to get me a better bitch. Somebody that can afford to buy me weed and feed me whatever I want to eat. All this waiting for payday bullshit is starting to wear on my nerves.
My stomach is turning inside out and I’m thinking angry thoughts when the doorbell suddenly rings. I jump up, hoping Munch snuck some food out of his mother’s kitchen.
I swing the door open and, to my surprise, Fawn is standing there. “Hey, lover, sorry I’m late,” she says. Her honey-colored hair is parted on the side, showing those dark roots that look so sexy on her. It’s curled on the top…hard for me to describe, but it’s styled in a sort of upsweep ’do. She looks even prettier than I remember.
“I’m glad you made it,” I say, sounding real smooth, but my heart is pounding away. I give her a long look and nod my head. “You looking good in them jeans.”
“Get a good look because I don’t plan to have ’em on for long.”
I laugh. Fawn is the complete package. Beautiful, banging body, and a lot of confidence. She seems like the type of chick that likes to call the shots.
“Yesterday was wild,” Fawn says. “I never experienced anything like that.” She looks around. “Where’s your friend? He sent me a text saying he was here with you.”
“Oh, yeah…he was, but he went home for a few minutes. He’ll be back.”
“I don’t have a lot of time. I’m on the clock. I dropped a client off for a medical appointment, but I have to pick her up in an hour.”
“Oh.” I scratch my head, hoping to quickly figure something out. “I’ma call Munch and see what’s taking him so long,” I say as I turn toward the kitchen.
Fawn grabs my wrist. “I already tried him out; now I want to experience you.” Her voice is very seductive. She’s working on the button of her jeans, and I’m starting to sweat.
“Look, I’m not gon’ front; I never ate no pussy before.” I look down in embarrassment. “But we can do something else,” I mutter softly.
“Aw, that’s so cute,” she serenades. “After the way you were bragging yesterday, I should feel some kind of way.”
“I know. I know, but I learn fast.”
She laughs and her laughter sounds like a pretty song. “I can tell by the way you kissed me yesterday, that you’re the romantic type. If I had more time, Kaymar, we could take it to the bedroom…fuck and suck each other until we’re delirious. But I can’t stay long, sweetie.”
“I understand,” I say, looking down at the floor. She has me feeling like a shy little boy.
“Well, let’s make good use of the time we have together.” Fawn holds out her arms. I ease into her embrace, my mouth seeking her lips. She only gives me a quick kiss. “Kaymar, I can’t get into all of this…I’m kinda in a rush.”
“My bad.”
She kicks her sandals off and begins to wiggle out of her tight jeans. I unsnap my pants, preparing to fuck the shit out of Fawn.
“No! Leave your clothes on,” she orders as she strips off her thong. Suddenly, I’m mesmerized. All that thick, curly pussy hair is turning me on.
“I’ma guide you through it, Kaymar,” she says as she presses her hand upon my shoulder, gesturing for me to stoop down.
I feel like I’m in a trance as I obey this broad’s command. I’m down on my knees, staring at her pussy. Going on instinct, I grip her hips and bring that pussy flush against my face. I don’t need any instructions because Fawn is leaking cunt juice and I’m lapping it up and loving it.
I pull away briefly. “If I knew pussy tasted like strawberries, I would’ve been eating it a long time ago,” I tell her, and I’m speaking from the heart. Pussy is good!
“Not all pussy tastes like this, sweetie. I got that good stuff,” she says and pushes my face between her thighs.
My dick is rock hard but I ignore it as Fawn fucks my face. She’s not allowing me to lick her anymore. She clutching my head and banging her pussy against my face all crazy, rattling my brains around.
I pull my head back. “Yo, Fawn. Slow down, shawty. I’m tryna eat your box out, but you’re acting crazy.” I’m a little irritated because I want to taste some more of her sweet flavor. I stand up and reach for her hand. “Come on, let’s take this shit to the couch. This is my first time and everything, but I got the hang of eating pussy now. I want you lying down with your legs spread wide open, so I can work my tongue right.”
Looking indecisive, Fawn looks over at the couch and then back at me. “Okay, but let’s do it my way for a few more minutes, and then we can switch it up.”
Reluctantly, I lower myself back down in front of this crazy broad’s hairy pussy. I don’t even get a good look before she’s grabbing my head and humping my face real hard, once again.
I don’t like this, but I go along with it. Then something happens. Fawn stops thrusting, but she’s whimpering and moaning. Her entire body is shaking and vibrating like she’s been electrocuted.
When she finally stops moving, she goes limps and begins to slide
down the door. I rise up, and catch her before she falls.
The nutt she just busted is drizzling out of her pussy, enticing me. Cradling her in my arms, I walk fast as I carry Fawn to the couch. I don’t know what’s come over me. I can’t blame my behavior merely on being hungry, because on some real shit, I’d turn down a cheesesteak for the sweet drippings between Fawn’s legs.
Once I’m situated in the right position, I try to suck the guts out of Fawn. I like the stringy, sliminess of her cum. I could eat her pussy drops for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After a while, her pussy juice starts to lose some of its flavor as well as the slippery texture.
She pats my head. “That’s it, Kaymar. Stop! Ain’t no more. You cleaned me out, baby,” she says with a satisfied smile.
“But I’m not finished.” I feel desperate.
Fawn sits up and closes her legs tight. “I have to pick up my client.”
“How you gon’ leave me like this?” I feel anger rising up in me.
“I told you I couldn’t stay long.” She gets up and walks over to where her jeans are pooled on the floor.
It’s hard to describe how I feel. Sad…heartsick. Forlorn. “Baby, please. Don’t put them jeans on.” I’m about ready to run over and tackle Fawn’s ass.
She steps into her jeans. “Lemme explain something, Kaymar…” She pauses and pats her crotch. “You can lick this cat all day long, but if I’m not aroused, the flavor is not going to taste the same.”
“What do I have to do to get you aroused?”
She shrugs. “I have to go; I’m running late.”
“Just tell me.” My voice cracks because I’m getting frustrated.
“I warned you. I told you that this pussy ain’t nothing to play with.” Fawn gestures toward her crotch and laughs.
I can’t laugh along with her because I don’t find what she’s saying funny.
“After you drop your client off, can you come back through?” I sound like a sucker, and I’m shocked at myself. This ain’t even me. I don’t beg bitches for a muthafuckin’ thing. Why am I standing up here, pleading with this broad to let me eat some more of her pussy? But I can’t help myself. They say you should be careful about the company you keep. I’m wondering if hanging with that pussy-addict, Munch, has started to rub off on me.
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