Page 130 of Darkest Obsession

“Fuck’s sake!” he mutters.

See? White boys aren’t the only ones with cute British accents.

“Hi Jamal.”

“You came!”

He jogs over to me, his huge muscles dripping in sweat. Phew. Save the white boys for the other girls because men like Jamal just do it for me. He’s so damn fine that I always feel weak and silly when he approaches me, even if we’re just friends. My stomach does that annoying flip thing and whenever he smiles at me, it basically imprints in my brain.

“Yeah, I’m ready to play.”

“Cool. I’ll get the ball.”

He flashes me that million dollar smile and my heart flutters. Jamal races for the ball and bounces it a couple times before passing over to me. We shoot and pass to each other and then Jamal suggests a three-pointer competition. Considering how I saw him miss that shot, I bet I could do pretty well in a contest.

“Game on.”

He tosses the ball to me. “You first.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, but I’ll be right behind you giving you shit, yeah?”

“Bring it on, Jamal. Bring it on.”

I head to the three point line and stare at the basket. Okay, it’s way too far away and I strongly doubt I’ll make a single shot, but my competitive streak takes over and I fix the basket in my gaze. I’m focusing so hard, I don’t even notice anything Jamal says or does. I try to shoot and I hit the board.

“Damn!”

“Almost,” Jamal says, coming up behind me. He’s close to me. My crush is so close to me. He reaches around me and I think he’s going to give me a hug, but Jamal’s hands wrap around my breasts and he squeezes. This is not a hug. It’s a grope.

I gasp and whip myself around and away from him.

“Jamal!”

“What?”

My chest heaves and my mouth tastes gross and wet and salty, like I’m about to throw up. Stay in control, Kola. It’s not a big deal.

“I’m not ready for that! I’m not… You groped my boobs.”

“Come on, Kola. It’s obvious you have a crush on me.”

“Jamal, seriously?”

He comes closer to me and puts his hand on my hips.

“What’s the problem? You’ve been sniffing around me all pathetic. I want you, okay? We can do it. I’ll even turn the lights off if you’re ashamed of your body or something.”

I want to wriggle out of his grasp, but he holds me tighter. I try to explain myself but before I can get a single word out, he kisses me with an extremely wet kiss. I’ve honestly never had a kiss with that much liquid in it. Jamal’s filling my mouth with his saliva like a gas tank and I want to choke and push him off and slap him in the fucking face.

I pull away and push against his chest.

“Jamal, stop!”

“You are such a slut,” he sneers. “Seriously? It’s obvious you want to fuck me and I’ll do it even if there’s white girls that want me.”

“Am I supposed to feel grateful that you’re choosing me over a white girl?”