Page 14 of Jagged Edges

My lady tingledas I lubricated my fingers again, tasting remnants of me as they slid down my tongue. I scooped the small amount of saliva up with curled fingers before swiftly maneuvering them to my clitoris again. With my left hand, I pulled back my sizeable lower lips so that my nub would continue to poke out. My body spasmed as my slippery finger brushed its peak.

What’s your name love?His voice rang out in my head as his face appeared behind my sealed lids.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my ass lifted from the bed beneath me.I’m Bello. Eight nights and eight days ago, I’d encountered what felt like a mythical creature or God of the sortand couldn’t get him out of my head. He was in my dreams when I fell asleep. He was the first thing on my mind when I woke up. He was the reason I’d laid down earlier for the last seven nights, touching myself as I thought of him.

Go away. I begged, even knowing that I’d be devastated if he did. In fact, I’d found myself in a state of misery since I’d left his presence.

Come back.I corrected myself, knowing it was rooted in my true desires.

And, he did. His unbelievably dark skin and hauntingly dark eyes returned. With them was that smile and those gold teeth. I couldn’t contain myself as I sped the pace of my fingers, ready to release whatever my body had to offer so that I could float away to a much further place. Away from reality and closer to my pique.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” My orgasm hit me harder than a MACK truck, smacking me square in the gut and pulling my body upward then down again. As much as I wanted to remove my finger and come down from my high, I couldn’t. Instead, I kept flickering the swollen nub until eventually… eventually…

“Oh my God. Wha- What? Oh, God!”

Full stream, a thin, clear liquid forced my fingers from my clit and pierced the air.

“Ohhhhhhh! MY GOD!” I cried out until the flow lightened and finally subsided.

Breathlessly, I lowered my aching body onto my soaking bed and sighed.What was that?I questioned with every intention of finding out on google whenever I got myself together. Oh my God. Exhaustion hit me hard, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep in my wetness. I needed a few things, a shower being one of them. Then, I needed new sheets - an expense that I wasn’t counting on.

Maybe I can just go to the laundry mat, I thought. Immediately, I checked to time on my phone to discover it was going on eight o’clock. The last thing I wanted was to spend two hours cleaning sheets. But, buying new ones wasn't an option, either.Melonie!I found a more reasonable solution.

Hey, babe. Can I drop by and put my sheets in the washer? I will pick them back up in the morning.

I grabbed my cell and texted. Still descending from the elevation of my orgasm, I waited for a response. It didn’t take very long. A gray bubble appeared before words filled it.

Melonie: Of course. Just drop them off. I’ll toss them in.

Wear gloves, lol.

Melonie: Anything you care to tell your best friend?

No. Nothing happening over here.

Melonie: I’d say good for you, but it’s not. D is the best thing that happened to ME!

I’ve heard the stories. I know all about it.

Melonie: Can’t because you’d be bouncing on one!

Bye. I’ll see you in a few.

As much asI hated the idea of repaying to park my camper, I hated the idea of sleeping on soiled sheets even more. Not to mention the possibility of taking a quick wash-up at the Frank’s. The fifteen dollars I spent each night to power my camper was worth the expense, but I absolutely hated that showers were no longer an option. They’d shut them down a month after I started parking and had yet to reopen them.

Though there were other places to rest, this was the only one in the hills. As insane as it was, I preferred being amongst wealth, with the hopes that one day their life’s grace would transfer tome. The homes in the hills lulled me to sleep every night. Most times, they’d dual as my white noise along with the swaying of the trees up here. Plus, the sunsets were unbeatable.

Within a few minutes, I was packed up and anything that could possibly fall while in motion, I secured. My journey to the Frank’s was uneventful, yet filled with undeniably incredible sounds of Frank Ocean as he harmonizedCayendo. Thirty minutes later and I was creeping down the street that led to my destination.

Instead of letting Melonie know that I was outside, I decided to grab my laundry and toiletry bags. The thought of her putting my things in the washing machine made me cringe. I’d plop them in, wash my girl parts, and be on my way. I could already feel the freshness of my skin from theNapa Winebath bar I’d snagged from212Luxe. It was snug in my toiletry bag along with the rest of my goodies.

I was a sucker for worthy self-care essentials. In the almost nonexistent monthly budget that I’d put together to keep me afloat, self-care was a priority. It kept me sane for the most part and I never regretted a single dollar I spent to make it happen for me. Twenty dollars went into its cash envelope monthly, giving me forty to spend overall. It was more than enough to get me through the down days and stressful nights when my faith and energy were both low.

Headlights traced my skin and then disappeared, again. The low purring of a vehicle caused fine bumps to raise on my skin. The large driveway that I stood in, ready to lock up my camper, had welcomed a guest. And, though I had no clue who was behind the wheel, my heart told me so.

Bello.

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