Page 31 of He Snatched My Soul

“That’s good to know.” She moved my hand, and I chuckled. “Here. Can you help me? I can never do my right foot.” She handed me the polish. I looked down at her hand and frowned.

“Girl, I ain’t painting your feet. That’s some bitch shit.”

“No, it isn’t. Come on, Jamian. Please.” She batted her eyes.

I kissed my teeth and gave in. “Yo’ bruh, you better not tell anybody I did this shit, man,” I grunted.

“I promise, I won’t.” Modesty cheesed, happy she got her way.

“Whatever. I’ma deny it anyway.”

As I put some polish on her big toe, Modesty reached over me, took my half blunt from the tray, and lit it. The way shewrapped her plumped lips around the tip had my dick hard. Puckering her lips, she slowly released the smoke through her nose like a pro.

“This is fun, right? It’s like having a girl/boy day! I could give you a pedicure and manicure if you like.” Modesty beamed, taking another hit of the blunt. Her ass was high already. She had to be if she thought I was letting her put this shit on me.

“Hell nah! You trippin’.” I finished and then handed her the polish before taking my blunt from her.

“You did good, big head. And men do it all the time. It’s even a trend now.” She was still trying to convince me.

“I don’t knock another nigga preference. I’m not doing it, though.” I ashed the end of the blunt and pulled Modesty into my lap. I kissed her neck and squeezed her booty. Her ass felt so soft. I could sleep on this shit like a pillow.

“Noooo! Jamian, stop! I want to watch a movie.” Her mouth was saying one thing, but her ass was grinding on my dick. “Now, come on.” She hopped off my lap. “I’ll make the popcorn while you go get the theater ready. Last one inside is a rotten egg!”

Before my high ass could register what the hell she was talking about, she took off and ran inside the house, and like a sucker, I chased after her like the simp nigga she was turning me into.

Modesty had a huge spread set up for us in the theater room. No wonder it took her thirty minutes in the kitchen to make popcorn. This girl had all kinds of snacks laid on a small table. She even hooked up some hot wings and dip.

“Dang, girl. Are you sure you got enough food?” I grabbed a hot wing off the silver tray.

“I made sure we wouldn’t get hungry in the middle of the movie, silly. So, what are we watching first?” She grabbed a handful of popcorn and sat Indian-style in her seat next to me.

“Do you like comedy?” She nodded. “I figured we could watch House Party.” I dimmed the lights with the controller and started the movie.

“Oh, good one! I haven’t seen this in a minute.”

“Yeah, it’s a classic.”

“And is! I remember being in love with Play. Oh my God! My friends and I thought he was so fine.” She giggled.

“Back then, I had more swag than that nigga. I still do,” I responded cockily and smoothly placed my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me.

“Mhm,” was all she said.

We tittered, and then she snuggled her soft ass up under me. As she watched the screen, I watched her. Leaning over, I buried my nose in her hair and it smelled good, as always. Lavender and vanilla.

“Have you ever done this with a female?” Modesty looked up at me.

“I took a hoe or two to the movies, if that counts. That was only because I wanted to fuck.” I was being honest.

“Why did I even ask?” She shook her head. “So, you and your ex, y’all never did romantic things?”

“Nah. Anastasia was mostly into museums and plays. Boring shit like that.”

“Those things aren’t boring, Jamian. I like museums and plays. There's nothing wrong with exploring different things.”

“I would rather explore that pussy with my tongue.” I stood up and got on my knees in front of her.

“No, Jamian. I want to see this movie.” She breathed heavily.

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