Page 4 of Forbidden Fruit

I was yelling in my car at myself like a psycho bitch. He really had me tripping. I was sitting here arguing with myself. My heart was telling me that I wanted more, but my good sense was saying the total opposite. I didn’t want it to be personal, which was why I didn’t want to kiss him. He didn’t stop until he did though. When he’d put his lips on mine, the heat that went through my body was something I’d never felt before.

He was only twenty-two! How did he know how to please me? So thoroughly, he had me wanting to bust a U-turn right in the middle of traffic. That was the best graduation gift ever. I let the windows down, so that shit could air out, then went to the car wash down the street. I couldn’t see him again. That was all it was to it. Lifting the tailgate, I grabbed the Clorox wipes from the back and started wiping down the seats.

A few minutes later, headlights beamed through the windows, so I looked up and saw Jedrek.Shit.What was he doing here? He walked to my car and stared at me. “I told you I would clean it for you.”

“I know.”

I continued wiping the seat, then felt him standing extremely close. What was he doing to me? I turned to look at him, and he was looking right at me. My gaze dropped to the ground. “You know this was just a one-time thing, right?”

“That’s what yo’ mouth sayin’. Yo’ pussy didn’t say that earlier though.”

I felt my body tremble at his words. That voice was driving me crazy, and all I wanted to do was pull him inside the Range to give me some more. I realized I was just staring at him. That dicktation had me hypnotized. He stepped closer to me and put his hand under my dress, sliding his finger in my slit, causing me to shiver in excitement. He leaned in and said in a low voice close to my ear, “That kitty cat purring for me. Don’t deny her what she wants.”

Jedrek brought his finger to his mouth and sucked that shit clean. The way he moaned after tasting me, made me weak desire. I got in my Range, using my feet to slide backwards across the seat, giving him a bird’s eye view of what he was doing to me. He slid in and his face landed right in my pussy. “Jedrek, shit!”

Like Janet Jackson, I didn’t give a damn who might had been watching us. I wanted him now. He gripped my thighs as his tongue got acquainted with my clit. The way he tongue-kissed it, teased it, and sucked it was taking me down fast. The moans that were escaping me were foreign to me. No man had ever taken the time to please me the way he did. He pulled away from me and licked his lips, then caressed my cheek with a smirk on his face. “See you tomorrow, Vashti.”

“What are you tryna do to me?”

I’d said that more to myself than to him, but he heard me. “Please you beyond yo’ wildest dreams. Can I continue to do that, lil mama?”

I swallowed hard and nodded as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. His lips grazed mine as my breathing quickened. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly licked his lips, tasting myself in the process. Jedrek grabbed my ass and squeezed. “Meet me around three o’clock tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

He smiled as he let me go. I immediately felt a sense of longing. Watching him walk away had proven to be a hard feat to accomplish. He got in his Mustang and drove away.

When I got home, it was almost midnight. Once I’d driven through the gate and parked in my garage, I pulled my underwear from my purse and put them back on, then tried to straighten out my dress as best I could. My hopes were that everyone would be asleep by the time I got here, but not so. The lights in my father’s study were on.

At twenty-four years old, I thought I was capable of living on my own, but according to Dr. Minesh Vashti Levine, I was too young and needed to fully concentrate on my studies. It felt like I was living in a dictatorship, and my father was the dictator. I tried to walk through quietly, but I failed miserably when I dropped my shoe. My father walked out of his office with a stern look on his face. “Chitrita, where have you been? And dressed that way?”

I exhaled loudly. He always insisted on calling me by my first name. He said he would much rather call me that name, which meant beautiful, than calling me Vashti. Although it was his middle name too, he said that the name Vashti represented disobedience to him, because of Queen Vashti in the Bible. I’d told him that Vashti also meant beautiful in the Persian language, but he wouldn’t hear of it. When I’d questioned why they made that my middle name, he’d only said that it wasn’t his choice. Whatever. “I just went for a ride.”

“You’ve been gone for over three hours! No daughter of mine will stay out all times of the night or dress as provocatively as you do!”

“Daddy. I’m twenty-four years old! When will I get to live my life?”

“When you can show me that you are responsible enough to do so.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Hey! What’s going on?” my mama, Loretta asked.

“Chitrita is just getting home and wearing that god-awful dress!” my dad yelled.

“Vashti, when are you going to grow up?”

I didn’t answer her question. To me, midnight was a decent time to get home, especially on the weekend. It was like they wanted me to be a kid forever. My father’s parents, particularly his bi-racial dad, were strict on him as well. He almost died as a baby, so his parents gave him the doctor’s name that delivered him. Minesh Vashti. It didn’t seem weird for that to be his name though, since one of his grandmothers was from India and the other was a Cherokee Indian.

His mother spoiled him though because of that, so his father over compensated. I was so sick of this. It was why I snuck around so much. Now that I had my master’s, I could find a decent job and get out of here. They were still yelling, but I’d tuned both of their asses out completely. I walked away to my room and went straight to the shower. My hair was a tangled mess, so I combed it out as my phone chimed. I went to it and saw a text from Jedrek.Did you make it home safely?

Was he catching feelings? “Quit trippin’ Vash. He’s only being nice,” I said aloud to myself.

I texted back.Yes. Thank you.I continued to detangle my hair, and when I finished, I got in the shower.

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When I wokeup the next day, Jedrek was on my mind heavily. I couldn’t wait to see him later. The smell of eggs caught my attention, so I quickly handled my hygiene and went downstairs. “Hey, Ms. Carol. How are you?”

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