Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Here you go.” She reached over the couch and handed him a glass ashtray.
“Thank you, baby.” He tapped his cigarette in it, then rested it there.
“We’ve messed up.” She grinned as she leaned back against the armrest of the couch. Crossing her ankles, she looked at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“How so?”
“Oh, there’ve been so many fucks up these few weeks, I don’t even know where to start. First of all, you shouldn’t even have yo’ ass over here. Especially not for a second and a third visit. Yeah, I know you from class, blah, blah, blah, but we’re not studying right now. Secondly, you want to fuck me, and I know that, but I let you come over here anyway. What if you was some psycho and took that as an invitation to get some nookie? Men nowadays think a dinner date entitles them to pussy.”
“Only incels think like that, baby. Men that ain’t had pussy, since pussy had them. Men like me know buyin’ a woman a happy meal does not mean we’re getting in those draws. Besides, we’re not that desperate. If we really need to get laid, we can go somewhere else. We’ve got options. Or, we can just be patient.”
“Well, that’s good to hear because I’m telling you, some of y’all treat women like prostitutes, as if you can pay for the coochie with a cookie. Thirdly, we done told all of each other’s business, and continued to hold the torch. That was the third mess-up. If you’re a narcissist, you just hit the jackpot with my dumb ass.” She giggled.
“Why would you say that?”
“Narcs like to learn everything about somebody, use it to love bomb and gaslight them first, and then to break them down. I have done everything tonight that I tell my daughter to never do when she starts dating and—”
“AHAAAA! Gotcha! It IS a date! We’re dating!”
“No! No!” She sat up, wagging her finger. “Don’t try to twist it, Legend!” she yelled, laughing.
“No my ass! You tried to say this wasn’t no date, we were just friends, school chums.” He rolled his eyes. “And now, ya slipped up. Fourth mistake of the night!”
He jumped to his feet again, animated and waving his limbs. She began to cough, taken under by the laughter. “Don’t get all choked up about it. You’re so full of shit… but thank you for finally calling this exactly what it is. A date. We’re dating. Just admit that you want a piece of Legend, so we can stop bullshitting. You know you want me, baby, as much as I want you.”
“It’s not a date. No, we’re not dating.” She smirked, not even able to muster a straight face.
“It is… and yes we are. This is just the beginning. Say it. Say, ‘I went on a date with Legend Vidal, and I liked it.’” He said the words in a high-pitched, feminine voice. “The other day, I put on this cute little pajama outfit that had my boobies all glossed up and about to pop out, let him cook me dinner, and split a cigarette with him. Then, I told him my business, and he told me some of his, too. Then I invited him over again for a bomb ass steak, and we got even deeper with the conversations. We bonded ’nd shit.” He batted his eyes like some prissy woman. “Then I texted him and asked him to come by, so we could cook dinner together. I put on a black satin robe and sexy pajamas. But I’m just going to keep sitting here and lying, pretending I don’t want the D.’ Is we over, or is we done? ’Cause you’re busted, and I’ve had it up to here with you.”
She started laughing all over again, and then, she screamed when he lunged at her, pressed her down flat on the couch, and gently kissed her lips…
They looked into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavy… then he kissed her again … and again, until they were tasting each other’s lustful flavors.
“You ready to be a fucking grown up and stop playin’ with me, and fighting your feelings?”
“…Yes.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as their foreheads pressed together, and he began grinding against her, rotating his pelvis back and forth between her supple, warm thighs. He groaned in her ear, kissing her cheek and neck. Heavy petting ensued, their hands all over one another, grabbing and fondling. As he sucked her lower lip, his erection practically piercing her, he slipped his hand in her black pajama pants and under her panties. She squirmed against him as he gradually glided his finger along the soft, fleshy fold of her pussy lips.
“…Shit…” he slurred. “Damn, you got a nice, fat pussy, baby. And you’re so fuckin’ wet. I’ve wanted to feel you for so damn long…”