by King, Deja
The driver stepped out the limo and walked around to let Semaj out. Reluctantly, she walked over greeting Quasim with a sad expression across her face.
Instantly, he felt her vibe was off and asked. “What’s wrong? You cool, ain’t you?”
“Not really,” she whined, displeasingly. “I feel out of place and I wish I could go back home and change clothes. Or run down to grab me a dress out of a store on Madison.” She lowered her head in her chest.
Quasim grinned and found her to be amusing. “What you buggin’ for? You look beautiful, ma. You straight.”
“But don’t nobody got on jeans here,” she complained.
“Quit trippin’. Ain’t nobody looking at it like that. You act like you got on some gym shoes or some shit. Stop buggin’. You cool. C’mon, the play is about to start” Quasim grabbed Semaj’s hand, dismissing her insecurities. He warmed her heart instantly and she followed his steps. He guided her into the building and down the long corridor that led to their premium seats.
They arrived right on time because when they sat down the lights dimmed. Semaj was completely intrigued by the play and even more elated that she was enjoying it with Quasim. She knew he really didn’t care for plays but the fact that she was his invited guest made it all the more special. After intermission when they sat back down Quasim reached over to hold her hand and Semaj willingly obliged. By the time it was over she wished it would start all over again. That’s how much Semaj enjoyed the show.
“Man, that was a really good play. I can see myself doing Broadway some day” Semaj glanced at her wristwatch as they were walking out. “It’s only going on nine. It’s still early.”
“I know. Why don’t you come to my house and chill out for the rest of the night with me? We always go to my condo in Midtown because it was more convenient while we were filming, but you ain’t even seen my home yet.” He pulled her into his chest. “I wanna welcome you into all of my life, Semaj. If you just let me in.”
“I want that too, Qua,” she admitted, as the mood changed into a more serious one.
“Then let me. That’s all you gotta do is let me. A lot of people talk for the sake of talking because they have ulterior motives. But with me, like I told you from jump, I’m the truth and what you see is what you get. I just wanna make you better…make your life better.”
“That’s all I ever wanted was to be better,” Semaj mumbled underneath her breath, getting sensitive. It brought back so many memories. It was the first time that she actually had that feeling of guilt to overcome her from how she was living her life. Being around a man like Quasim brought the emotions out of her, and she had to forcefully choke back her tears. She’d almost lost her auntie over some bullshit, and with an opportunity like this she’d be a fool not to change the lifestyle she led. She was grabbing it, and running as far as she could.
“It will be okay,” he said as he rested his head on top of hers. Wiping her tears away, Quasim helped her inside the vehicle and they headed out to his place.
Semaj sat in the backseat of the limo as it navigated through the hilly, wealthy gated-community in Bergen County. She tried keeping her composure as she was being transported to their destination. She observed the multi-million-dollar homes as they bypassed and was secretly in awe. She knew Quasim was getting it in, but she wasn’t green to the game either. This was major dopeman living, and a newly independent production owner couldn’t afford a place with such extravagance. Quasim residing in a ritzy suburban neighborhood had Semaj’s assumptions in overdrive, figuring he had to be the Brickman. He didn’t have to admit to it now but the proof was slapping her in the face. He was moving major weight. But, damn, I never heard this nigga name once, and I know everybody that’s getting money in New York, she thought to herself. Semaj surely wasn’t sleeping on his status in the streets, but something still seemed to be missing. For nothing in the world could she place her finger on it.
Finally, they pulled through a chrome iron gate after it split apart and traveled along the extended driveway. “Omigoodness!” Semaj gushed unintentionally. From the way the front was bedecked with exotic flowers to the opulent miniature, fountain-pond embedded in the front yard to the luxurious vehicles screamed P-r-i-c-e-l-e-s-s, and she couldn’t help her excitement.
“Here we are,” Quasim said as he opened the French doors to admit them inside of his home.
As soon as she stepped foot inside she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had entered a world of pure luxury. The floors were cocaine white with crystal flakes. The stairs that led to the top were chrome with an indestructible glass partition. Exclusive albino mini-sharks were within and platinum railing was atop. It was the most amazing thing her eyes had ever seen.
Quasim’s place was pristine and stately. It made her feel like she didn’t belong. She was totally out of her element. She was just a girl from the ‘hood, raised in the roughness of the ghetto in Brooklyn’s Bed-Stuy Projects to be precise. The fact that he had gotten her a lead role in a movie was already beyond her, but to introduce and expose her to something so superb had her on some new shit. The crazy thing was this was Quasim’s reality and a life that Semaj only dreamed about. Semaj lived a life above average, but this here life was the made life that rappers showcased this in their music videos but here it was all in arm’s reach. “This gotta be a dream man,” She kept repeating.
“It’s the real deal. You ain’t dreaming.” “You live here alone?” she wondered.
“For a long time I did, but my li’l brother moved in after our father passed. He’s over at our Uncle Quentin’s for the weekend right now though.”
“Damn, I know he love living here,” Semaj stated unable to grasp that people really lived like this and she knew one of them personally. “The house he lived in before my father got killed was just as
nice but yeah, I’m sure he’s happy to be living here now.”
“Well, I know you gon’ take me on a tour,” she said ready to see each room.
“Follow me,” Quasim said as he began to walk towards the kitchen. The gourmet kitchen was equipped with state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances with a skylight above the island. Semaj had never seen so much granite and marble in a place you cooked your food. It had the most beautiful countertops she’d ever seen. From there they went through the many living rooms and then he led her upstairs where there were seven spacious bedrooms. From room to room and floor to floor, Semaj got more excited.
Quasim showed her every inch of the home, including the indoor swimming pool and game room. The place even had a glass elevator in case you weren’t in the mood to take the stairs. It took them an hour to view the entire house and when he was finally finished, Semaj shook her head, speechless. “Walking around this big ass house has made me thirsty as shit,” She laughed.
“You hungry too?” he asked concerned. “Don’t tell me you got a chef too.” “Well, I do but they’re off right now.”
“So what, you wanna go get something to eat?” Semaj asked. “Nah. I’ll whip us up something.”
“Shut the front door!” she blurted, laughing at the idea of
Quasim cooking. “Boy, please! I’m trying to live.”
“What?” he looked at her, pausing briefly. “Oh, so you think I
can’t cook, huh?”
“So you telling me you can?” Semaj stood face to face with him. “Well, I’ll let you be the judge of that.” He nodded his head for
her to follow him, and she accepted his invitation. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. She smiled, loving his charm. Quasim then walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up. “What you prefer baked or fried meat?”
“We gon’ go with the baked,” she puckered her lips and laughed. “‘Cause you know it’s easier to fry than bake.”
“If you say so. You eat pork?”
“Nigga, I’m black, from the heart of the ghetto. Duh, I eat pork.” “Just making sure. I don’t want you having any excuse to hate
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br /> on my cooking.” They both burst into laughter as he grabbed out the meat package, raw potatoes, rolls, gravy, sliced green-and-red peppers and everything to fix steamed vegetables.
For the next hour, Semaj watched Quasim and couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so sexy as he prepared them their meal. He made her feel like a queen the way he was catering to her. When he was finished he placed a plate in front of her. It was a full-course meal too. Handing her a fork, he playfully said. “Now eat up and give the kid his props.”
She cut a piece of the pork chop and took the forkful into her mouth. Chewing, she turned up her face in disgust. “Ewww… this shit nasty!” she played, clutching her neck as if she was choking.
“Fuck outta here!” He joined her at the dinner table. “I see you one that likes to hate.”
“I’m just playing, baby. This shit banging fo’real. How did you learn how to cook like this?”
“My grandmother taught me when I was a youngin’. You thought I was bullshitting, huh?”
“Hell yeah, I did. I guess I’ma have to show my skills one day,”
she joked.
“Yeah you is. ‘Cause I bet you ain’t fuckin’ with me,” Quasim said confidently.
“Psss!” she rolled her neck. “Nigga, please! Just call me Rachel
Ray,” she replied with the same confidence as him.
“Well, we will see how you do tomorrow night,” Quasim challenged.
“Tomorrow night! How you know I’ma be here tomorrow night?”
He dug inside his slacks and pulled out a set of keys. “‘Cause I’m giving you a key to my home. You my girl now. So I hope you gon’ be here tomorrow night.”
“Really?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yeah you mine…unless you know you not—” “No, no. I’m just surprised.”
“I feel you on that,” he said. “It’s to the point that I believe we’re both ready to take our relationship to the next level. It’s obvious that we really feeling each other and I think you might as well have a key to my spot. I can see a future with you and us building something great together.”
“Hmm!” Semaj sat there puzzled. She never knew that his feelings ran this deep, and out of all the women in the world, he was choosing her. The shit made her feel better than great. “Qua, I’m feeling you too, baby, and I wouldn’t want it to be no other way.” She reached over and hugged him tightly.
They laughed and chatted like they had known each other forever. After they ate, Semaj removed their plates and put them in the sink so she could wash the dirty dishes.
Watching as she washed the dishes, Quasim admired that she was so girly-girl, but yet loved that she was street all in the same. Instead of utilizing the dishwasher, she kept it ‘hood, washing and rinsing the dishware one by one. He eased up behind her as she placed the last skillet underneath the sink and kissed the nape of her neck all the while wrapping his strong arms around her tiny waist.
She could feel his manhood poking her in the small of her back. Her pussy instantly got wet as her clitoris blossomed like a flower. “I want you to make love to me,” she whispered erotically.
That’s all that had to be said. Scooping Semaj up from the floor, Quasim carried her to his room. Items of clothing flew all around the room as they scrambled to undress one another. Their lips seemed to be glued together having been they had not parted.
Finally, the moment they had both been waiting on. Semaj wanted him bad sexually, but she didn’t wanna seem too forward and eager. Quasim was just waiting for her to be ready; he didn’t want to make her feel obligated to have sexual encounters with him. Now they both were ready to take it there.
Quasim led her over to the bed and gently laid her down. Her head fell back in delight as he took both of her breasts and pressed the pair together, licking her nipples into erection. He sucked on them and gently bit them as she moaned softly in his ear. The way his mouth explored her could have made Semaj cum alone. His hands moved down her leg and he parted her thighs as he slipped his finger inside her pussy. She was so wet.
She saw the excitement in his eyes as he gazed at her pleasingly. Passion filled her as she grabbed his length and then stroked him slowly, and separated her legs further apart so that he could enter her gushy entrance.
She desperately wanted him inside of her, but he wasn’t ready for his man to meet her girl yet. However, he introduced his lips to her pink pussy as he feasted on her pearl. The smell of her was so sweet, he treated it like it was a piece of candy and sucked it into his warm mouth while toying with her hot opening. Quasim wasn’t shy with her. He was a grown man and knew there was no half stepping with her. He was going all out and he stuck his thick tongue inside her ass. Her butt cheeks in his hand, her lower body lifted off the bed, Quasim alternated with sucking on her hole and nibbling on her clit.
“Ahh!” Semaj screamed in pleasure as she began to shake uncontrollably. Quasim definitely knew what he was doing and his head game was firm. He had her feeling a way that no man had ever made her feel. “This shit feels too good!” she shrieked as she crawled the sheets. She couldn’t take it.
“Stopping running,” Quasim groaned and in a swift motion he tugged her back down.
“I can’t…it feels that good!” she whined as her hands found his head, deciding to take it like a champ.
He made her cum twice and she attempted to rise up, but he shoved her down. He was determined to take control of their first sexual escapade. It was something about a man being in control of sex that drove Semaj over the top, and she stayed in her spot like an obedient naughty girl.
Semaj was aroused and didn’t hesitate pulling him inside of her warmth. His ten inches filled her insides as she arched her back, and her walls allowed him in acceptingly. The anticipation that had built up to this moment made the sex that much more explosive. Her slit seemed to fit around his thick girth perfectly, and with each thrust he explored depths of her that she never even knew existed.
“Maj, your pussy so tight,” he grunted as his slow grind turned into full swings. With her legs in the air pinned upward, it was hard for Semaj to throw the pussy back at him with intensity. Implying for him to release them, she began to roll her wide hips around and around, up and down, back and forth, which sent Quasim to cum prematurely.
Gaining control again, Quasim rolled her onto her stomach and started hitting it from behind. The snug of her pussy had him grunting from pure passion. It sort of felt like he was fucking a virgin.
“Qua, daddy, I’m finna…damn!” she whined.
Her voice was even sexy and the hotness that spilled out onto his dick felt good as he continued to thrust in and out of her with long and hard strokes. “What are you doing to me,” she moaned, sexily.
“You ain’t seen shit yet.” He pulled her by the waist to the edge of the bed until she was standing; never had he pulled out. Slapping her big brown voluptuous ass sent chills up her spine as he picked up his pace.
More comfortable with the size of his penis, she got into the sex even more. Wanting to please her man, she pulled out every man’s favorite trick and tightened up her pussy muscles. She contracted herself around his shaft, sending him out of this world. “Yes…Quasim!” she called out softly as he pounded her love button. “Yes…Quasim!” she repeated as he sped up a notch and pumped her hard, clutching to her hips. Letting her know that he was the controller, he laid her upper body flat onto the bed and continued to pump all of him inside of her vagina. Licking the back of her neck and having her in places she never knew caused her to nut everywhere, and cream streamed out of her slit like a much-needed rainstorm in a forest. “I’m…awl…shit!” she squealed, reaching her peak as her body tightened up.
“Ahh…yes!” he moaned. His entire body shut down on him as the semen built up at the tip of his penis. “Shiiittt… fuck…girl!” his pump grew with more intensity from the orgasm he was experiencing until he erupted. Breathing heavily, Semaj panted as he collapsed on her back,
releasing a long hard nut inside of her.
Afterwards they cuddled, kissed and stared into each other’s gaze. Finally, Quasim broke the silence. “That was the best pussy I ever had.”
“So that means that I was worth the wait?” she asked as they laid there with the sheets wrapped around them.
“Fuck yeah! It was beautiful, ma,” he admitted as they got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony and stared up at the night sky. Springtime in New York has some of the most beautiful nights of the year. The slight breeze kissed their faces, refreshing them as they gazed out at the darkness. With Semaj’s back leaned against his chest, she and Quasim looked out at the glittering full moon and the shooting star as all stress seemed to melt away from their tense bodies.
Chapter 9
The knocking on the master bedroom suite door had awakened Semaj the next morning. “Come in,” Semaj said, wondering why Quasim would be knocking on his own door. To her surprise, it was an older heavy-set Spanish lady with berry red hair. She carried a platter of breakfast food.
“Hello Ms. Richardson. I’m Mesh, Quasim’s maid. I fixed you breakfast and was ordered to give you this letter,” she said in a thick Spanish accent.
“Thank you.” Semaj said after retrieving the cream & red envelope and the platter that consisted of pancakes, turkey sausage links, white eggs and a bowl of cheese grits.
“You’re welcome. If you need anything just let me know.”
Semaj smiled as she thought, damn is this how its gon’ be? I can get used to this treatment. As soon as the door closed behind Mesh, Semaj opened the letter anxious to see what this was about.
You on your way to the top anyway, ma. May as well get you used to the good life. Plus, you deserve it from the performance you gave last night. Smiles! Nah, but for real it’s a limo outside waiting for you. It’s gon’ take you to the mall. Get whatever you like. The black card is inside the limo, but just be a li’l easy on me now. LOL! But I had to step out and I’ma be out ‘til later on tonight. I, had something important to tend to. Enjoy yourself though and call me whenever. Don’t forget about that dinner you owe me! See you tonight!