by A'zayler
Danna stared at him with a straight face. He could make light of the situation if he wanted, but she wasn’t playing. Danna’s face didn’t budge as she looked from him to the lady then around the visitation room. It was freezing cold and smelled like must and sanitizer. The tables were placed strategically around the room, while vending machines and a small picture area were stashed in the corner.
“Aye,” Don shook one of her arms lightly. “Come back to me.”
Danna gave him her attention, but held the scowl on her face. “I’m here.”
“Well stop running off in your mind. I be waiting all week for you to come. Don’t fuck it up getting mad for nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I already don’t have you. I don’t like thinking about you and other women. It makes me mad.”
“As it should, I’m your man. I be feeling like the Hulk when I think about you and other niggas. When you first walked in today, your nipples was hard and you could see them good as fuck through your shirt. I knew niggas was looking because you too fucking sexy to ignore, I swear on me I felt like my veins were about to explode with some green shit.”
Danna’s giggles were filled with embarrassment and excitement together. To know she still had that kind of effect on Don was an ego booster.
“You laughing now, but you wouldn’t have been laughing had I started flipping tables and shit over.”
“Don’t do that. It ain’t that serious.”
Don looked at her with a crazed look. “Ain’t that serious to who? I’ll die bout you, Dan. Don’t forget that shit. Everything that involves you, is serious to me.”
Danna’s heart moved rapidly in a burst of love. Words like that were the reason she’d held on for so long. Don was old enough to be her father, but he always made her feel so young and giddy, never treating her like a child.
“Well, I feel the same way about that girl washing and ironing your clothes for you.”
Don tried to hold his smile in, but couldn’t. “Will you let that shit go already? That girl doesn’t do nothing for me, but what I ask her to do.”
Heat began to rise in Danna’s body. “And just what the fuck do you ask her to do?”
Don smiled mischievously. “Make you take your bra off, I knew I wasn’t getting no pussy, but I had to get my dick tended to some kind of way.” Don’s eyes went from her face down to her breasts. “Slide your chair closer to me and grab my dick under the table.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Do it.”
“Ain’t that lady gon’ say something?”
Don looked at her with raised brows. “You scared of her?”
Danna shook her head.
“Well come hold my dick for me then.” His lusty words sent chills down Danna’s spine.
She was sliding her chair closer to him in no time. When she was close enough, she looked from the lady guard to the man one that hadn’t come when she’d called him.
“Don’t watch them, watch me. I got them.”
Just like she always did, Danna ran her hands over her mouth quickly and did what he told her to do. His big heavy dick in her hands had her barely able to sit still. The pulsating veins thumping against the soft skin of her hands made her panties drip for him. Although it was him feeling all the pleasure, she probably felt better than he did.
After using her spit as lubricant, Danna massaged Don’s penis the way he’d taught her on so many occasions. He had been grunting and keeping his composure as long as he could until his head fell backwards.
“Hold your head up and open your eyes before you get us caught,” Danna urged.
Don sat up and looked toward the man and nodded his head. Danna watched the man nod toward the bathroom before walking toward the Hispanic lady.
“Aye, go to our spot, buddy finna’ look out for me really quick.”
Danna was out of her seat with no hesitation. She wiped her damp hands on the side of her pants and walked toward the bathroom. When she got to the door, she bypassed it and went to the small janitor’s closet behind the vending machines. The door was unlocked like it always was, so she went in.
Much like she’d done every other week when she came to visit him, she removed her pants. Seconds later, the door opened and her eyes caught site of the white-and-navy uniform, but it wasn’t Don. Her face frowned momentarily as she tried to cover her panties.
“Where’s Don?”
The familiar eyes trekked up and down her body before quickly looking away. “He got held up really quick, so I came to let you know he was coming.” The man sat the mop and yellow sign down next to her leg. “And, to put this shit back.”
Danna nodded in embarrassment and looked away. “How long you been in here?”
“Two weeks, just got moved to this tier.” He looked at her face and kept his eyes there. “So, you with Don?”
Danna nodded.
“Damn,” He cursed. “Now I see why I never got my chance.”
Danna finally mustered up the courage to look Quay in the eyes. “I wanted to give you one.”
“Funny how life has a way of changing shit huh?”
Danna nodded solemnly.
“If life ever goes back in our direction, I want a do over, aight?”
Danna gave Quay a small smile and nodded. He left immediately afterwards leaving Danna to her thoughts. As much as she came to visit Don, she’d never seen him there before, but then again, he had just mentioned being on a different tier.
“Why you still got your panties on?” Don asked, disturbing her thoughts.
Danna’s head shot up, and her hands went straight to Don. She needed a release and her man was the perfect one to give it to her. The strong grip he had on her body was divine as he picked her up and pushed her panties to the side. Danna slid right down onto him. Don’s eyes closed as he released a deep breath.
“Wait, don’t move. Just let me hold it in. I’m about to bust already from the hand job you gave me at the table.”
“Don’t nut in me, Don. I’m not playing with you.”
A throaty chuckle released against her throat. “I won’t.”
Don moved and pressed her back against the wall and began thrusting inside of her. Danna had to close her eyes and ball her mouth up so that she wouldn’t moan. Don had the best dick she’d ever had; even if it was the only one she’d ever had, it was still the best.
“I love you, Danna.”
“Love you too, baby.” Danna moaned in his ear as she rubbed the back of his head soothingly.
The sex between the two of them was always so magnetic. Don had broken her young body in. She knew so much stuff when it came to sex, she could easily put girls her age to shame. He’d been so patient and loving the whole time, but neither of those emotions had anything on how nasty he was. Danna had done so much stuff with Don that she would probably never do with another man, but she loved it.
“Thank you for this,” Don told her just as he hurried to snatch out of her body.
Danna was still dangling in one of his arms as he snatched his white pants up with the other hand. Once he was dressed, he let her down and kissed her mouth hard.
“I got to slide out of here before they come back. Get dressed and then come out.”
Danna told him she would and he left. A professional at sneaking, Danna hurried to get dressed, and was back out into the visitation room at their table in no time. The smile on Don’s face would keep her coming back every time. She didn’t care how long she had to keep him a secret, or how many guards she had to fuck up in the process, she would. As long as that meant he was hers.
“You wild,” He smiled at her.
“I’m yours.”
“Damn straight,” Don told her with finality.
10
I never want to say how it used to be
The cinderblock walls of the University’s gym were covered in an array of athletic accolades at the top and packed from wall to wall with people at the bottom. It was hot, loud,
and way too crowded not to be over capacity. Surely, the fire marshal should have raided the building and thrown out at least a third of the crowd by the time the first quarter started. Men and women dressed to impress littered the walls and bleachers as two of the state’s leading teams battled for the championship on the shiny wooden floor.
The damp air made Cannon feel sticky as she sat in the top corner of the bleachers trying to avoid too much commotion over Yara. She was nestled snugly in Cannon’s arms looking around like it wasn’t well past her bedtime. The smell of sweat and heat drifted casually around all the rowdy patrons as they cheered and fired off slurs in encouragement of their teams. When she’d heard everyone talking about how packed the game was expected to be, she had no idea it would be to that magnitude.
There was barely anywhere to sit, let alone any way to formulate one coherent thought amongst all the noise going on. Just from where she was sitting, she could tell this game was a fashion show mixed with a gambling opportunity. There were people everywhere doing a little bit of everything, including men arguing and yelling about money. The cheerleaders were scantily dressed, while the basketball players were either dripping with sweat from playing so hard, or seated on the bench in a freshly unused uniform.
“Girl, he’s so fine. I wonder does he have a girlfriend at this school.”
“I bet he does. Ain’t no nigga that fine walking around here unclaimed.”
The conversation going on next to Cannon had her full attention because she was more than sure the girls were talking about Ezra. What reason would they have not to be? He was indeed the finest person in the room. Anybody that said anything different, could take themselves and that lie right back to the pits of hell where it had come from.
“You ain’t lying because if it was me, I’d be following that nigga around everywhere he went to make sure hoes know he’s spoken for.” She cackled loudly while high fiving her friend. “Look at them eyes! Jesus, he fine!”
Cannon listened while confirming her suspicions. Ezra’s eyes were noticeable. Though they were nothing different from ordinary eyes that you’d see in passing any other day, they glowed. It was weird, but Cannon had noticed it too.
“Excuse me, do you go to this school?” The desperate girl with the long weave tapped Cannon’s arm and asked.
Cannon gave the girl the once over, taking in the too big nose ring and overly curled bundles. “Yeah.”
“Does that boy with the dreads have a girlfriend? Number fourteen.”
“I don’t think so.”
The girl clapped and smiled as if she’d won the lottery. “Oh Yay! I’ma give him my number after the game.”
Cannon gave a simple smile and went back to watching the game. Her initial reaction was to be a hater, but she decided against it and just told the truth. He wasn’t hers. Ever since the night at her house a while back, they had been keeping in close contact, but hadn’t stamped labels on anything.
It was more her fault than anything, because he was there chilling with her and Yara every night, and sometimes during the day when he wasn’t in class, working, or at basketball practice, but Cannon still kept her distance. Especially at school because Ezra had too many groupies, and groupies brought problems she didn’t want.
“EZRAAAA MENDOZA WITH THE SLAMDUNK!” The announcer yelled over the raggedy intercom.
The crowd went wild as Ezra’s long body hung from the rim. He’d just dunked the ball and was basking in his glory with a large smile on his face. Cannon’s cheers erupted before she could stop them. She was yelling and screaming, darn near about to give poor Yara a heart attack as she hollered for him.
“Sorry, Yara boo.” Cannon kissed her forehead as she took her seat again.
The crowd was still shouting and singing Ezra’s praises as he let the rim go and began dancing in the middle of the floor. Cannon smiled at his silliness. He looked so handsome and smooth as he rubbed his hand over his hair dramatically before smiling largely in his opponent’s face.
“This boy,” Cannon said to herself with a smile.
When the referee blew the whistle and the game resumed, Ezra went off some more. He was really good, and Cannon was shocked. Now she saw why the girls loved him. He was cute and athletic. He was definitely worth the hype. The entire game was intense. None of their games were like that back in Denver; clearly Georgia was a totally different ball game.
“Where is your bottle?” Cannon asked a crying Yara.
She had been squirming and whining for pretty much the entire second quarter and Cannon had been doing all she could to console her, but the longer it took her to eat, the worse she cried. Cannon searched the diaper bag frantically with her one free hand.
“I know I ain’t leave your bottle at home.” A dejected sigh came from Cannon as she realized that was exactly what she’d done.
Either that, or she’d left it in Ezra’s truck. She’d ridden back to the school with him for the game, and had been excited to hang out with him, but now she was wishing she’d driven her own car. It was too dark to walk even though she had Yara’s stroller, but she couldn’t possibly wait for the game to be over. Yara would probably be a lunatic by then.
“Fuck my life,” Cannon palmed her forehead before closing Yara’s bag and slinging it over her shoulder.
With Yara in her hands, Cannon stood to her feet and did her best to get through the bleachers and down to the floor so she could leave before halftime started and people got out of their seats. She had exactly one minute and thirty-three seconds before the buzzer sounded and the floors crowded.
As much as she didn’t want to walk, she didn’t have any other choice. Her house wasn’t far from the school anyway. Plus, Yara’s crying would be less embarrassing if she was alone. Her stroller was on the back of Ezra’s truck so Cannon could just grab it and get on her way.
She’d just stepped off the last step and was headed for the door when she heard Ezra’s voice, and she knew it was him because he was the only fool that still called her New Girl. Cannon turned quickly trying to remain as calm as she could. Yara’s fit had her a little disheveled, but it was almost over.
Cannon pulled the jean material of her shorts down between her thighs as she turned around. Ezra was running toward her, which brought way more attention than she’d wanted upon her departure, but it was what it was now. She was just thankful she was extremely cute in her jean shorts, fitted top, and fresh blowout. Her hair was bouncy, and her nails were perfect as well.
Too bad they were attached to fingers that were rubbing up and down the back of a newborn, giving everybody the assumption that she was a young mother. Cannon hated that, but screw them. Life was life, she’d be fine.
“You leaving?” a sweaty Ezra towered over her with his hands on his hips.
Even though his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, it had slid over his shoulder and was resting against his damp skin. His face was etched in concern as he looked at her. As much as Cannon wanted to be embarrassed, standing there with all of Ezra’s attention on her made it worth it. She was sure, if no one else, all the female eyes in the building were on them.
“Why you over here? It ain’t halftime yet.”
Ezra’s hand pushed the piece of hair dangling in front of her glasses out of her face and smirked. “I was on the bench when I saw you walking down the bleachers. My coach told me I could come talk to you really quick.”
“You saw me?”
“Yeah I found where you were sitting before the game even started. I wanted to watch you with my baby.” His hand went to Yara’s back, before he kissed the top of her head.
Cannon wanted to faint right there in the middle of the gym. Ezra was so much love, she could hardly wrap her mind around his existence.
“You gon’ have these people thinking this your baby.”
He looked at Cannon and smiled goofily with sweat dripping from his body. “She is.” Without warning he leaned in and kissed Cannon’s mouth roughly. “You are too.
”
If it were possible to see and hear fireworks in the middle of a college gym without catching it on fire, Cannon would have sworn that was what had just happened. Sparks were flying everywhere in her body at that moment. Even if she wanted to stop smiling, which she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to. Her face was so hot from the warm blushing that she could hardly keep from fanning herself.
“Ezraaaa,” she whined as she always did when he said or did something that was too sweet for words.
“I knew that would make you calm down.” He looked back toward his coach who had just called his name. He held up one finger before giving Cannon his attention again. “You out?”
“Yeah, I forgot her bottle at home and she’s acting crazy, in here embarrassing me.”
“She’s a baby, Cannon. She’s hungry. You think she ain’t gon’ cry?” he chuckled.
Cannon rolled her eyes at him. “You’re always on her side.”
“Because she’s my baby. So you going straight home?”
Cannon nodded.
“Alright, come get my keys and drive home and I’ll have my mama bring me to your crib after the game over.”
Cannon’s eyes bucked. “Your mama in here? She probably saw you kiss me.”
Ezra’s eyes lit up brighter. “I’m sure she did. Her and every other person that’s up in here in my business.” He kissed Cannon’s mouth once more before grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him.
Cannon felt like she was on cloud nine as Ezra pulled her behind him to the bench where his stuff was resting on the floor. He dug in his bag and handed her his truck keys before standing back up.
“I’ll be over there as soon as this over.” He winked at her before slapping her butt and walking away.
Cannon nodded and hurried to walk away. She’d had enough attention for the night. Not to mention Yara’s li’l hungry ass was still crying. It took her a little over ten minutes to get Yara settled in the back of Ezra’s truck before she was in and driving out of the parking lot.
She was smiling like a crazy person as she drove home replaying her and Ezra’s moment in the gym. How could he be so perfect? He was way too good to be true. She was still smiling when she pulled into her driveway and saw her mom’s car. Her heart stopped because that was definitely going to put a pause in her and Ezra’s nightly plans.