Page 18 of Drill Session

“Anytime we’re out, no matter where we are. When you’re cutting my grass and the mailwoman runs, she sometimes lingers a little longer and puts a little more switch to her hips, imposing as if you’re looking or like the time you came to the food bank with me to volunteer and women were lusting over you, laughing at the silliest shit you were saying and touching your arms all in your face, bending over in front of you on purpose and shit?—”

He erupted into a deep laugh again, making me pause with a frown seeing the scenes appear in front of me very vividly.

“Cut that shit out,” he spoke.

“No,” I sucked my teeth. “I’m serious. I’m just too much of a businesswoman to check a bitch when it comes to you. You’re like a pussy magnet and bitches flock over you.”

“It ain’t much different when it comes to you.”

“Does it bother you?”

He grabbed a toothpick from the container and put it in his mouth. “Akira, I’m the one fuckin’ you. You’re the one riding this dick. I suck my nut out of you, bae. It ain’t a nigga walking the face of this fuckin’ earth who can reap the benefits of imagining that.”

I tittered and pointed my fork at him. “Remember at one point, you imagined it and look where I am now?”

“It ain’t no nigga after me though,” he spoke cockily.

With a shake of my head, I peered my eyes over at him and sipped more of my wine. I could see through the bottom of the glass. There wasn’t enough for a swallow, so I reached over and poured me another glass.

“You want to try it. The taste is bitter, but it’s really good.”

“My nigga told me this story,” he chuckled at the thought. “He said one night his girl poured him some wine then a few glasses later he started feeling like a bad bitch,” he snickered.

“Wait,” I cackled. “I don’t know about that, but it will definitely give a buzz. Here. Try it.”

Not giving him time to decline, I grabbed another glass and poured him some. Instead of feeling it to the rim, I gave him enough to sip on.

“How does it taste?”

He grunted at the bitter taste. “Let it sit on your tongue and taste it,” I instructed him. Following my instructions, he nodded his head when the after taste kicked in and popped his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“This that shit you went crazy about the other night when you ran out?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing close to this, but I like Stella Rose.”

“Shit is ‘ight, but it ain’t nothing to go crazy about.”

“Drill, please,” I scoffed. “Wine and a bubble bath after a long day of work, is the best thing. I’m sure it’s similar to that stank ass weed you be smoking.”

“I guess,” I mumbled. “If you want to put it that way.”

“Can you believe this is our last night here?” I sulked and dramatically threw my head back. “I don’t want to go back home and face the music.”

“You like the water? This shit is new for me.”

I smiled, showcasing my love for the cerulean, blue water and fresh air. My cinnamon skin beaming from the sun blazing on my body. Every year I try my best to take a major vacation because teaching can be so demanding. Between dealing with the children at the homeless shelter, signing major deals for funding, I plan months ahead. When people take days off just to sit at home don’t sit well with me. I need a breather, and I make sure to do it by seeing the pleasures life has to offer.

“Do I?” I bucked my eyes. “I love the water so much. Next year, I want to go Turks and Caicos.”

“I still have to get used to this shit, you know what I mean… seeing life and living. Being locked up for so long fucked me up. I felt like I missed out on a lot.”

My smile turned to a somber one, because I felt bad for him. He was a prisoner for almost a decade and being stuck behind bars probably crushed him, more so traumatizing if anything else. I sat my glass of wine on the table and walked over to him. With open arms he welcomed me and rested my butt on his dick. It twitched under my butt, feeling my pussy greet it. Gently placing my hand under the cusp of his chin, I ran my fingers through his beard, feeling the thick and course hair under my almond shaped nails and stared deeply into his eyes.

“We can explore the world together. Just us two?—”

“Maybe three,” he smirked. “Me, you and my seed.” He removed his hand from my thighs and touched my stomach. The thought of bearing his children made my womb flutter, but the future awaits.

I gazed into his eyes, feeling myself becoming succumbed to his love. His coffee brown eyes held so much pain, pain that I wanted to scoop inside of my hand and bury it away. He was such a beautiful creature…damaged with scares, but still beautiful.

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