Page 28 of Krist and Moanie
When I finally made it to the barbershop, DK was acting more affected by my decision than me, but once he started cutting, he didn’t stop until he was finished and I was lined up.
By the time he brushed me up, it was time for me to get Moanie. From the moment she got in the car she had been mugging my ass. You would’ve thought I cut her hair from the way she was acting. She got over it a little after I fed her.
“I can’t believe you cut your hair,” Moanie whined hours later, running her hands through the mass of curls atop my head. After we ate, we came to her house because she needed to change and grab her bag, but we ended up settling in.
“Shit needed to be done. ’Specially since my girl had me walking around this motherfucker in a ponytail,” I said just to fuck with her.
She shook her head. “Not true. I told you I was gonna braid it this weekend after I oiled your scalp. You’re just impatient.”
“Maybe, but honestly, it was time for a change. Figured why not?”
I laughed and lay back on this pink ass couch with her straddling my lap. There was nothing I loved more in this world than downtime with her. There was something about just being near her in a space that consisted of just her and that put my mind to rest.
“It’s okay. When I have a son, he’s gonna keep his hair. All of it.”
“Hell nah, yeen about to have my son walking around here with his hair all over his fucking head. Nope, dead mission.”
She pursed her lips. “How do you know I’m having your son? Could be somebody else’s.”
“Fuck outta here. Yeen going nowhere Moanie … Only baby or babies you have will be for me when the time comes, because that shit is meant.”
Sometime later …
She was in my arms, body pushed up against my chest as we sat parked on a beach way too far from the crib. She wanted different, so I gave her that. Dinner at one of those fancy ass restaurants, then watching the sunset from the beach. She could get that a million times over.
“This is so beautiful.” She lifted her head and pushed her face into my neck, sniffling around before I felt her lips. Usually on a day like today, I would’ve been at the DP block party, but whenwe woke up, Moanie kept talking about a fucking beach and something different from our norm.
I caressed her back, too caught up in having her in my arms. I had never felt this way about a woman, let alone anyone, but baby girl was one of one.There was only one her who could get this type of shit out of me.
“Give me something.”
I knew what she was asking for and somehow my words found themselves together, forming the something she wanted.
“I’m not used to this
Heart racing like suicides
Abnormal feelings, it’s altering my temperature
You walk in, the words stop, time pauses
Breathless and weak in the knees
What you done to me?
Got me questioning I do
Yeah, it’s you
Nothing about it cool
’Cause baby I’m becoming a fool
Matter fact, a damn fool for my Honey Bun baby.”
She nodded, holding on to me tighter before I felt her reach between us and grab my hard dick through my shorts. “I wanna feel you inside of me.”
“Then do that.” My tone came out guttural and thick because I wanted to be inside of her too. I had been craving that connection since she first climbed onto my lap. Why we were in the back seat, I didn’t know, but it was comfortable and now heated.
