Page 1 of Forbidden Fruit

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VASHTI

“How you doin’, baby girl? You know you don’t have to wait outside, right?”

“Yeah, but I like to watch them clean my ride.”

That sexy ass nigga licked his lips and nodded his head. “Which car is yours?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “The Range Rover.”

“Okay. I see you. You doin’ big gul tingz,” he said, imitating a Jamaican accent.

I rolled my eyes and walked to the outside bench and sat down. I was sure to sit in the shade, toward the back of the waiting area, to avoid those dark eyes. That muthafucka was fine as hell. The fact that he worked at a carwash was the only thing that was keeping my inner slut from showin’ the fuck out.

From that tapered fade, those black rimmed glasses, and golden complexion, to those pink, thick lips, broad shoulders, and pierced ears, he had me in full porno mode. His arms looked like a fucking graffiti-riddled subway in Harlem, tatts on full display. And that voice. That smooth ass baritone, dripping honey, sounding like that nigga, Z-Ro.

Shit, I hadn’t even taken a breath since I sat down. What in the fuck was he doing working at a damn carwash? I watched him call for the owner of the BMW, just as mine approached the end of the tracks. I saw his eyes narrow, then he gave the keys to his coworker, and ran to the carwash exit bay. My vehicle had made its descent off the rails. He looked at me and winked, then got in my Range. No he didn’t just wink at me. I had to cross my legs, ’cause it felt like I was about to cum on myself.Vashti, get yourself together girl.

I would be graduating from Lamar tomorrow morning with an MSN in Nursing Administration. I didn’t have time to be fuckin’ around with this lil boy. Dating hadn’t been a priority, so my kitty cat hadn’t purred for nobody in a hot minute. Dominique and I had broken up before I started graduate school. He had gotten a good job but wanted someone more domesticated. My exact words to him were,Muthafucka we met at Lamar. What the fuck you think I’m in school for?That was just his excuse to break it off. We’d only been together a year.

After that, I decided to just concentrate on school, and my parents, particularly my dad, couldn’t be happier about that. Not saying I didn’t get my insides twisted out at times, but it had been a good three to four months. Now that I was twenty-four and graduating, I was beyond ready to have some fun.

The way he moved as he dried my vehicle, only made me imagine how he would move when he was on top of me. How he would take control of my body and do with it as he pleased, making me cum from here to fuckin’ Alaska. I believed he was moving that way on purpose. He probably saw me looking at his fine ass.Damn!Why did he have to move his hips that way? I licked my lips as I imagined him dicking me down for days, making me scream his name.

My thoughts were really going crazy, but I didn’t break my trance until a slight moan had left my lips. He looked in my direction and flashed a smile that damn near penetrated my pussy. I needed to get my ass away from here, before I did something I’d regret. To try to keep my thoughts in check, I began scrolling Facebook. That always kept me entertained. Just as I was chuckling at a funny meme, I heard, “Range Rover.”

That fuckin’ voice. My panties were already soaked. I couldn’t have that shit dripping down my legs in this lil cami dress I was wearing. It stopped about mid-thigh, so it wasn’t hiding shit. I stood and watched him lick those lips again as I slid my shades from the top of my head over my eyes. I grabbed my clutch then took the walk to my car, deliberately taking slow strides and flipping my long tresses over my shoulder.

When I got to him, he opened my car door, waiting for me to inspect it and tell him if it was good or not. I glanced inside and looked back at him. He was so close to me the hairs were standing at attention on my arms. “There are fingerprints on the stick of the gear shit.”

I said that shit slow, making sure it was dripping in seduction. The amusement danced in his eyes, as he looked me over. Judging by how hard my nipples were, I realized that it was a bad decision to go without a bra, because them shits were hard enough to cut glass. He stepped closer to me as I unashamedly stared up at him. He had to be every bit of six feet, maybe taller, which was no comparison to my five-feet-seven. “Let me get by you, baby girl.”

I side-stepped as he glanced at my hard nipples. He wiped the gear shift in its entirety, then stood dangerously close to me. “What about now? Anything else?”

His voice was low and seductive, and my eyes couldn’t seem to tear away from his dark ones. I imagined him pulling me close and sliding his hands up my thighs, grabbing my ass…Shit!He cleared his throat. I tore my gaze away from him and looked back at my Range. “There’s dust on the Navigation screen.”

I could play this game all day. He gave me a one-cheeked smile as he stepped closer to me and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Why is that important?”

“Hell, we spendin’ all this time together, we gon’ be old friends by the time you leave, lil mama.”

I twisted my lips and shifted my weight to one side. He gently played with a strand of my hair as I got lost in him again, barely whispering out, “Vashti.”

“Vashti, huh? That’s different. It fits you though. Exotic and unique.”

“What’s yours?”

“Jedrek.”

My eyebrows lifted slightly. Hmm, not what I expected. “That’s a strong sounding name.”

I lightly slid my fingertips up his arm, and I could feel a slight tremble from him. Jedrek looked back toward the building and returned his gaze to me. “Let me knock the dust off it right quick.”

Oh fuck. Was he talking about the screen or my pussy? “Pleeaase do,” I moaned.

He slowly slid beside me, my nipples grazing his t-shirt, and wiped my screen. Once that was done, his eyes met mine. “I close tonight… alone.”

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