Page 14 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

Archer: Had to handle something…You up?

Her responses always came back fast.

Destiny: For you? Always!

And just that fast, the sound of his company knocking at his door faded away. Destiny didn’t know everything about him yet. But he was starting to want her to. That alone scared the hell out of him. He looked up from his phone and realized that he was standing in the middle of his living room with a hard dick, and his mind stuck on Destiny.

Destiny: You want me to call, or do you have company tonight?

Archer looked at the text, not really understanding why he felt guilty about Latosha standing on the opposite side of his door. While he enjoyed and spent a lot of phone time with Destiny, he still had his own set of needs.

Archer: I’ll call you in a second…My company won’t be here long.

Destiny: Oh…so you a quick popper!

Archer: Tf you know about what a quick popper is?

Destiny: I know a lot from reading books and watching porn.

Archer: So you play with yourself when you get turned on?

Destiny: Of course! Don’t you jack off when you watch?

Archer: Nah, I haven’t beat my meat since I was a young teen. I’m horny now and got somebody that’s about to relieve that.

He took in a deep breath and watched the three bubbles hover on the lower half of his phone screen. A whole minute passed, and Destiny didn’t respond. He wished like hell he could read her mind and know just what she was thinking right now. He tucked his phone and walked to open his front door for Latosha.

She smelled like peaches; her chocolate skin glowed under his porch light. She batted her long lashes and looked up at him like she actually gave a damn about him.

“It’s about time.” She spoke.

She didn’t wait for him to invite her in; she strutted in like she belonged there.

“You must have forgot how good this head is or you must be too busy playing nurse with that bitch in the chair.” She spun around just as Archer closed the door behind her.

He planned on being just a little bit of nice to Latosha but since she mentioned Destiny, he got right to the point. He kicked his slides off and walked into his living room. He thought about the way Destiny’s voice softened and sounded seductive as hell when she got tired. He would rather beat his meat to the sound of that than deal with Latosha’s nasty ass attitude.

Latosha was supposed to be a distraction that he thought he needed. Destiny came into his life close to a month ago and Archer was still captivated by her. He rid his mind of Destiny and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion.

His dick was still hard from the text conversation that he had with his friend. Latosha turned slowly, her eyes dragging over him with a satisfied smirk.

“Damn, no dinner or drink? Just dick? I’m starting to feel used, Archer.” She teased, licking her lips.

She dropped her purse on the couch then put her hands on her thick hips. Archer didn’t crack a grin, instead, he grabbed his dick and gave it a light squeeze.

“I ain’t in the mood to talk to you.” He muttered, voice low.

“I wanted to spend some time with you, I really think the both of us got off on the wrong foot.” She said in a mock-hurt voice.

That only irritated Archer further. His phone sounded off in his sweats that were crumpled on the floor. He ignored it.

“Either you get on your knees or go…decide quickly.”

“I want the dick, Archer but I also want?—”

She stopped mid-sentence when his phone sounded off again.

Archer bent down to grab the phone out of his pocket. Once he saw Destiny’s name on the screen, he answered immediately.

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