Page 68 of Beyond The Stars

As the four-wheeler rumbled down the dark country road, the night wrapped around Siasia and Qamar like a cozy blanket. The air was thick with humidity, a typical Alabama May night, and the scent of blooming magnolias lingered in the warm breeze. Siasia felt the vibration of the engine beneath her, a steady pulse that matched the rhythm of her excitement.

Qamar drove with a relaxed ease, his laughter mixing with the soft hum of the tires against the gravel. Siasia leaned back against him, her heart racing not just from the thrill of the ride but from the closeness they shared. The moonlight danced on the trees, casting playful shadows that flickered like memories of the past. Of a life they shared in an alternate universe.

In the distance, she saw the glow of the juke joint, a beacon promising a night filled with music and laughter. She was ready to shake her ass and let loose after dealing with the hand she and Qamar had recently been dealt. He didn’t seem to waiver while she could only think about what his next move was going to be. He told her about Arkansas, but something in her gut told her that wasn’t going to happen.

Candi and Jay were ahead, their voices floating back to them, filled with playful banter that made Siasia smile. She felt Qamar’s warmth beside her, his presence grounding yet electrifying, as they prepared to lose themselves in the night. As they approached the juke joint, Siasia’s anticipation grew and it all felt familiar. The promise of good times and even better company hung in the air, and she couldn't wait to dance under the stars, losing herself in the rhythm of life and love.

Country people were so welcoming. Everyone they passed, spoke to them with some even offering hugs that Siasia happily accepted. Siasia wrecked her brain, trying to figure out why the setting looked like something she seen before. The image hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mama had a picture of her teen years posing in front of a building that looked just like that. She couldn’t wait to ask her mom what part of Alabama she was from.

The music blasted through the dimly lit building, shocking the hell out of the two of them. When they thought of a juke joint, they thought it would be filled with old people listening to old ass music. So far, their assumptions had been wrong. It was filled with old and young people while Pretty P rapped her raunchy lyrics about swallowing some nigga’s kids.

Siasia’s head bobbed as she held onto Qamar who followed behind their gracious hosts. In the corner there was a man that looked like he was Jay’s twin.

Jay leaned over to them. “This my brother, Nard. Nard, this Qamar and his girl, Siasia. He’s Luna’s little brother,” he added just to see the look on his brother’s face.

Siasia didn’t want to stare too hard, but Nard was fine. He was the prettier version of Jay, and Jay was the type of fine you lost your mind over. Then, he was a country boy and sweet on his girl. She knew so many hearts were broken when Candi claimed him as her own. Siasia didn’t understand how Qamar’s sister, Luna, let his sexy, polite, and paid ass go.

“Get fucked up,” Qamar gritted in her ear, making her giggle.

Her man was no slacker in the looks department either. Qamar was more her speed with medium length locs and those pretty light brown eyes surrounded by thick brows that matched his perfect beard and kissable lips.

Nard greeted them then told them to get whatever they liked. He had a few different liquors on the table, and they were told to tell one of the bartenders what kind of juice they wanted.

Jay grabbed a bottle with a horse on the cap that intrigued Qamar. “Aye, what you drinking?” he asked over the loud music that Siasia had already started bouncing her ass to.

“Oh, this Blanton, baby boy. This some of the best whisky in the world, right here. Get you a cup and sip slow.” Jay nodded to one of the empty cups on the table. “This for the get money niggas.”

“Then, pour me up.” Qamar rubbed his hands together before grabbing a cup and tilting it for Jay to pour him up. Inhaling it, he noticed it smelled like it had been aged in a barrel. Next, he took a sip. The brown liquor was smooth with hints of caramel.

Eyeing the liquid go down his throat, Jay nodded with a knowing smile on his face. “Good ain’t it?”

“Yes,” Qamar’s head fell into the same rhythm as Jay’s. “Hell yea,” he doubled down, taking the rest to the head.

Siasia didn’t get a drink, instead, she allowed the weed to flow through her body as the music kept her ass popping. Bending over, she made her ass clap in front of Qamar who used both hands to rub all over her, making sure to show her fat pussy some attention too. The leather biker shorts she had on gave him the perfect view of her goodies when she bent over for him.

Qamar slapped her ass as Siasia grabbed her ankles and rolled her body, creating a circle on his crouch. He looked just as good in a pair of denim jeans with blinged out appliques on them. He pair it with a baseball jersey that he left open to show his sculpted abs and to spice it up, he wore timberland boots with the tongue hanging. Siasia matched his fly with her leather shorts and the same baseball jersey tied under her full breasts with a throwback pair of Manolo Blahnik’s that she’d thrifted years ago.

“Work that nigga, sis!” Candi yelled, loving when couples danced in the club. Because one thing she was always going to do was dance and sing to her man off key.

Siasia’s tongue wagged as she did her big one, showing out was an understatement. People couldn’t help but to look at the way her curvy body moved like water. The DJ switched up the music, causing Qamar’s hands to go up in the air when the beat dropped. Drake’s Legend blasted through the speaker and by his reaction, Siasia knew she needed to pull her phone out to capture the moment.

“If I die, all I know is I’m a muthafuckin’ legend, it’s too late for my city, I’m the youngest nigga repping. Oh, my god if I die I’m legend.” He opened his shirt while rapping every word as if he’d written the lyrics himself.

“Yea! Oh!” Siasia became his hype man while capturing ever move.

The tattoos on his chest glistened from the body lotion he made sure to put on and every time he opened his mouth, his bottom grill shined.

“I got this shit mapped out strong,” Qamar crooned, reminding her that he could really sing.

In her mind, he could do everything and the way he hadn’t failed at anything, was all the confirmation she needed. His energy amplified everyone around him, to do the same and play the part. When it was time to call it a night, they agreed that a time was had. Jay and Candi’s house was so massive in size that they were able to stay the night and be able to get to business tomorrow. So far, the trip to country ass Alabama was what their souls needed. The good food, country air, and better people was just what the doctor ordered. The ride back to the Black Estate was chaotic but so much fun. Now, Siasia was stumbling in the room, trying her best not to make too much noise or wake up the kids.

“Take them clothes off, mama,” Qamar ordered as he closed and locked the door.

Siasia’s body shivered from the slur and gruff in his voice. “Make me,” she challenged, trying to play hard to get knowing full well her pussy was leaking and begging to suck his big dick inside and ride it until the sun came up.

While unbuckling his pants, he eyed her, his eyes sitting low and driving her wild. “Stop playing with me. Take them clothes off and open that pussy up for me.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, a nervous tremor coursing through her knees as anticipation built in the air around them. With a teasing glint in her cat-like eyes, she slowly peeled off her shirt, revealing her full breasts, their hardened nipples standing proudly against the warm air. The fabric slipped from her fingers, pooling at her feet, and her heart raced as she stepped out of her bottoms, the soft fabric gliding down her legs. She tossed her soaked thong playfully at Qamar, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

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