Page 30 of Drill Session

“Drill?” She replied inquisitively.

“Who else calling yo phone at this time of night?”

“Hmm.” She responded. “Can’t be my man calling at this time of night because my man should know to be home before the streetlights come on. He’d be here right now, at the end of the bed, watching reruns of theParkerswith me while rubbing my feet.”

A smirk crept on my face hearing her acknowledge me as her man. Leaning over, I peeked my head out the passenger side window to see her silhouette. When she caught me, I saw her close the blinds.

“So, I’m your man?”

“I didn’t sayyouwere my man because my man would know not to pull no clown ass stunts like pulling up at booty call hours.”

To look at the time, I took my phone away from my ear. “Mane its 11:30.”

“Exactly,” she snapped. “Booty call hours.”

“Okay so if that’s the case, let me get some of yours,” I stated with a shrug.

I leaned back and nestled in the driver’s seat so I could hear her response. “We’re not supposed to be fucking, ain’t that what we agreed on?”

“Fuck no! That’s what your cone-shaped head ass agreed on. Bae, I got blue balls. I ain’t had no pussy since we left the island.”

“It wouldn’t make a difference, and I want to see if our relationship stands strong without sex coming into view Drill,” she muttered.

“How the fuck you expect me not to want to fuck when all you been doing since I been here, spending nights with you is walking around half naked, with your booty hanging out the bottom of them pajama shorts? When it’s my turn to shower, I got a view of your bald ass pussy before getting in after you. You ain’t shit been a tease and you know it.” I could see fire before my eyes.

“Sounds like you have a problem then sir.”

To know Akira is to know that when she’s upset, angry or feeling some type of way, she starts rolling her neck and shit. I know that’s what she was doing without me being in front of her.

“Naw, I’m a nigga with a big dick and I want to fuck my girl. How you gon’ deprive me of the best thing God put on this earth and gifted to me? That’s like placing a bowl full of dog food in front of a dog and telling it not to eat it. C’mon bae, give me a lil’ sample,” I pushed the urge.

“So, you’re comparing yourself to a dog?”

“In other words.”

“You might as well sleep in the guest room tonight,” she stated before disconnecting the call.

My face creased in a frown as I peered over and noticed her absence from the window; the garage door whirred, slowly lifting. After pulling my car in and cutting it off, I grabbed the junk food she likes to snack on throughout the night and got out of the car to head inside. The sweet scent of vanilla permeated through the room, it was captivated and greeted me at the door before Akira could. There was so much commotion and shit going on the kitchen, so I walked in there to greet her with the bags in tow. Like I called her out, she was bullshitting. How the fuck she expects me not to think with my dick head, walking around wearing skimpy ass shit like this?The Victoria Secret short set fit her snug. Though the shorts were loose fitting her curves through the cotton material. The bottom of her belly hung over the draw string a little bit and every sudden move she made, her body jiggled for a millisecond. My eyes darted to her feet in the Victoria Secret slippers. Her to nails were still perfectly polished in the French tip coat. It took every nerve in my body to lure me away from pulling her close to me, so I suck on her sweet skin. Because of all the vanilla scented plug ins around her house, I couldn’t tell if she doused her body in a fragrance, but knowing her, before going to bed she always dabbed perfume behind her ears, on her ankles and in her forearms.

To shake off the thought, I spoke up first because her stubborn ass was cleaning up the kitchen, without bothering to acknowledge my existence. So I could get her attention, I placed the bags on her counter. I did it on purpose because I knew it’d piss her off. The more I got to her know her, I found out she has an ick for germs, but her rationalities weren’t common to me. After buying groceries, even if they were minimal, she’d bitch about not putting them on her counter, more so the bags having germs and she’d rather place them on the floor. Also, she hated for anybody to sit on her bed with their outside clothes on. With me being a gym rat, I didn’t like the thought of sitting my dirty ass on a clean bed, so I always showered before cuddling with her or else she throw a fucking fit.

“Drill!” She snapped. Her eyes turned to slits after she rolled them. “Why would you set those bags on the counter? You know how much that shit irk my nerve.”

Before she could reach over the counter to grab them, I did it and stared at her. She balled up her face and rolled her eyes before mumbling some shit I could barely make out.

“You the one being petty, when you see me standing right here. Damn, a nigga can’t get no love? This the shit I come home to when I ain’t seen my girl all day?” I extended my arms out as I ranted. She didn’t even get a chance to talk shit before I walked away in the direction of her bedroom to place the junk food in her snack drawer. That’s some fat girl shit and there were so many nights, I woke up to her snacking on an oatmeal crème pie with the television blaring without a care in the fucking world.

“So, where were you at?” I heard her ask, just I closed the drawer. My head cocked in her direction and her body language seethed an emotion of anger and uncertainty.

Ignoring her like she ignored me earlier, I walked past her and towards the bathroom to retrieve the clothes in my duffle bag. If I’m not at her place she’s mine. For the days after our spat, I’d been crashing at her spot. Before then, I was always here with her, under her skin, begging to be in it. Often times out the week she’d come to my place and hang out, but majority of the time, I was here with her.

“Drill,” she called out to me. “So, you don’t hear me talking to you?”

“Naw,” I glanced over at her unzipping my Nike duffle bag. “I figured we was playing the quiet game.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You told me to stop buy Kroger on my way over here, leaving the gym. I stopped by Derricks house on the way to chop it up with him about some shit,” I let her know and staggered past her to walk towards the guest bathroom. “Ain’t shit else to it.”

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