Page 20 of Beyond The Stars

“Yea, it’s me, Mama.” He licked his lips, infatuated with her fresh face and slanted eyes. Her lips seemed to be swollen which gave him thoughts of her wrapping them around his throbbing dick. “What you on?”

“Um, just waking up… ain’t that clear?” Siasia rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “And why you called my little sister iPad?”

“If you would’ve gave me your number, I could call your phone.”

“I told you it would be off. It’s off, Qamar.”

“Don’t say my name like that, Mama.”

Squeezing her thighs together, Siasia tried to calm the beating of her pussy but thoughts of his finger taking her to bliss replayed in her mind. Her lips parted slightly, desperate to be on his; eager to taste his midafternoon lips. He had to taste good.

“Come fuck with me,” he suggested, praying he didn’t have to beg. Qamar was willing to beg.

“Um, I planned on chillin’ with my sister today. You know since I stayed out all night.”

“Shit, Noodle can come too. Send me the addy.” He was quick on his feet, showing her he was willing to do anything to be close to her.

Against her will, a smile displayed on her face. “You sure?” That was her last ditch effort to keep him from her house or lack thereof. In her twenty years on the earth, she’d never had a man pull up to the trailer park. “I can just meet you somewhere when she gets off the bus.”

“Nah, I want to drive you around and shit.” He scratched the sides of his head. “What time her bus usually come? I can be there right when it does.”

“3:50.”

“Cool. Send me the addy now, Mama.”

Rolling her eyes, Siasia sent the address while they were still on the phone. “You got it?”

Feeling his phone vibrate, he smiled. “Yea, I got you. Put that shit on for me, too.”

“Nigga please. You gonna get whatever I throw on.”

“Whatever it is, I know you gone be the prettiest girl. Let me throw something on too. I’ll be there soon.”

They stared at each other a little long with hearts in their eyes. Even through the phone, their connection was felt.

“Um, okay, I’ll see you later.” Siasia blinked with an innocence that only Qamar could see.

“Aye?” he called out, grabbing her attention back to the camera. “Just wanted to say, you already the prettiest woman, I know.”

“You are so full of shit.” She howled in laughter.

Qamar’s brown eyes sparkled. “I’m dead ass. Let me let you go before you change your mind… well, you can’t change it ‘cause I’m pulling up regardless.”

“Will I regret giving you my address?”

“Probably.” He shrugged, telling nothing but the truth.

It was her turn to reveal something before they ended the facetime. “I ain’t never gave a nigga my address.”

“Good. Only real niggas like me deserve that shit. See you later, Mama.”

“Bye,” Siasia whispered as the call ended.

7

Siasia sat in Stacy’s worn recliner chewing on her cuticles. She already needed a fill-in but after the gnawing session, she would need it even more. The house was quiet since her mama and stepfather weren’t home, which made the bubbles in her stomach bounce off the walls. The full glass of juice she had did nothing to remedy the cottonmouth she experienced. Thoughts of Qamar actually pulling up to her rundown version of a home was singlehandedly the scariest thing she’d ever done. On the bright side her parents were nowhere to be found. That was the silver lining of it all. A knock at the barely there door alerted her already high anxiety state.

“I know he didn’t get out the car,” Siasia mumbled to herself.

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