Danessa’s body curved into mine. Her head settled into the crook of my neck, and she whispered filthy promises I prayed to God she intended to make good on. Goose pimples pebbled my skin in response to her raspy words.
“Aldi, I’m gonna come. Is that okay?”
“Let go, baby.” My approval carried weight of the magical words open sesame, and her body convulsed and trembled while she fucked my tongue with hers.
“You make my body feel so good. No one else ever came close.” Danessa grabbed my face. “Come for me. I want you to fill me up.” Shit, you ain’t got to ask me twice. Danessa stroked the nape of my neck, coercing me to release all this built-up desire. After four quick thrusts my dick jerked and I couldn’t hold back a deep moan of pleasure at the thought of painting her walls.
I met her eyes, and her voice was damn near ethereal. “Was it good for you baby?”
“Yes.”
“Would you be mad if I begged for more?” My dick was literally still inside her. But with Danessa I stayed on ready.
“You don’t have to beg.” After back shots that left us both spent, we sat in bed eating the mac and cheese fresh out of the oven.
“I have to admit this mac and cheese slaps.” Danessa licked the back of her fork.
“I know right. That random colonizer did her big one with this.”
“It hit the spot. Thank you.”
“Yep. What is your weekend looking like?”
“I was going to buy my books for class.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“You want to come to a bookstore?”
“I just want to be wherever you are. So if that’s a musty school bookstore, then so be it.”
“Okay. Friday afternoon I’m booked, dress shopping with Anika. Will Saturday work for you?”
“Yeah. I’ll mark it on my calendar. Isn’t it a little too early for dress shopping?”
“No shit. I said the same thing. No date or venue yet, but it’s Anika. I’m just here for the ride.”
“Dante asked me to be his best man?”
“What? I didn’t know you two were cool like that.”
Hitching a shoulder I agreed. “We’re not.”
“What did you say?’
“Yes, what the fuck was I supposed to say?”
“Something about being honored but you think it’s best he asks someone closer to him.”
“You know what I’ve learned about famous people? Many of us have a ton of acquaintances but few real friends. Like real talk, if I was getting married, I don’t know who I’d ask other than my brother. Some people have six dudes in their wedding party. I don’t know six dudes I fuck with like that.”
“Shit, I could think of at least ten friends who could be part of my bridal party if I choose to go the big wedding route.”
Shock furrowed my brow. “Ten? I’m calling bullshit. You have ten close friends?”
“Yes, I’m friends with all my sorority sisters, and my twin cousins, and Antoinette from elementary school.”
“What the fuck am I doing wrong?”
