Page 9 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

Archer stood stuck for a second. He shrugged off the weird feeling that swirled inside of him and focused on helping Destiny into his car. Archer didn’t usually feel anything when he touched a woman besides lust and a hard dick. In this moment, he felt a steady hum running through his veins like a warning and a promise as he stepped toward Destiny.

He could see the worry in her eyes. She bit into her plump bottom lip, getting ready to protest again.

“I got you.” He said, and before she could offer help or even breathe, his hands were on her.

Her body was soft, warm, and full in all the right ways. Archer didn’t expect that heat to hit him the moment his arms slid under her knees and cradled her back. She was heavier than the girls he usually lifted when fucking, but he liked the weight of her in his arms.

Destiny’s scent was tantalizing, like a little vanilla mixed with shea butter. Her copper coils brushed against his jaw as he lifted her all the way up. He had to remind himself to keep his face neutral. Destiny let out a soft breath then placed her hand on his hard chest. She didn’t flinch or make a sound, she trusted Archer holding all of her.

He eased her into the passenger seat with careful precision, then put her seat belt across her chest. His hand brushed the slope of her thick thigh as he tugged on the strap gently.

“You good?” He asked lowly.

Destiny blinked up at him with flushed cheeks, the moment was supposed to be something simple and a kind gesture, but it felt charged between the two of them.

“Yes, I’m good. Thank you, Archer.” She smiled, happy to know his name.

He nodded once, shut the door then moved around to collapse her chair. He loaded it behind his driver’s seat as if he had done it a dozen times, when this was the first. It all felt natural to Archer, like she belonged in his car with him already.

Once he got situated in the front seat, he didn’t bother to look at her right away. Destiny had him acting different, Archer didn’t know how to feel about that just yet. He tapped the screen on the dash then scrolled to his playlist. For a moment, they both remained quiet as Archer drove. He stopped by plenty of places and pointed the different food places out to Destiny.

He smiled at the way her eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly pecked away at her phone, adding all the places that he showed her to her notes.

“So, you don’t usually roll with girls in wheelchairs, huh?” Destiny spoke softly with humor in her tone.

Archer glanced over and chuckled, he figured that Destiny was trying to tease herself before he did it. He assumed that she must have gone through people underestimating her a lot because she was in a wheelchair.

“I don’t usually roll with anybody. Latosha wasn’t going anywhere with me, but to give me some head right in that student lot.” He shrugged.

Destiny’s eyes widened at his bluntness.

“So, what makes me special? I’m not giving you head, or any sex.” She didn’t beat around the bush at all. Destiny knew what most men wanted and for her to give her precious goods up, it had to come with a deeper connection and commitment besides just casual sex.

Destiny also had eyes, and with those eyes, she saw how fine Archer was. She knew that women probably fell down to their knees to worship him. It didn’t matter that she was crushing hard on him, she had morals and standards and wouldn’t break them for fine ass Archer. Besides, she highly doubted that he would even look at her that way. She had already assumed that he was just a very nice, and blunt guy.

“I know you’re not giving me anything, Virgin Mary.” He cracked a sly smile.

“How did you know that I was a virgin?!” She frowned, feeling offended.

“It was a joke, I didn’t know but thank you for telling me that. I don’t fuck virgin pussy. Whoever gets that is lucky as fuck, though.” He shook his head in disbelief then bit into his bottom lip.

He hated the way his dick reacted to the new knowledge of having virgin pussy so close to him. Intrusive thoughts like how tight her pussy felt crossed his mind involuntarily. His fingers tightened slightly on the wheel, feeling a twinge of jealousy just thinking about how lucky a guy would be to take Destiny’s v card.

“Why don’t you fuck virgin pussy?” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth then bit down.

Destiny was starting to feel like she was talking a little too much, the conversation was not where she intended for it to go.

“Because, most women that give up their virginity want more out of a man. I don’t have shit to give a woman but a wet ass and a sore jaw.” He spat.

“Wow, that sounds boring and miserable. Why are you like that?” She seriously wanted to know.

Archer cracked a charming smile and laughed lightly. It was a serious question from Destiny but sounded funny coming from her mouth.

“I don’t know why I’m like that...” He mocked the way her voice sounded.

“It could change, but for now, it’s just how I am.” That was all that came to Archer’s mind. No one ever cared enough to question him on why he was like anything. He tucked the question into a small part of his brain to figure the answer out later.

He really didn’t know why he did women the way that he did them. All he knew was that the people that he looked to for love failed him. His father always had so many expectations out of him but never met his own expectations for his first-born son. He didn’t know what it was like to be truly accepted and loved. Whenever shit went bad or he did something out of the ordinary, he was talked down to.

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