Page 11 of Nuttin for Christmas

Waking the next day I had a good morning text from Aisha. Before I got up to take care of my hygiene, I replied back with the same.

After handling that, I came back seeing a few more text from her asking me how I slept and what were my plans for the day. I told her I didn’t have any.

How did you sleep?

That question instantly made me think that she knew what I’d done. That she’d purposely sent those pictures hoping I’d touch myself while looking at them.

Fine. How’d you sleep?

I would’ve slept better with you here.

This girl was something else but I was still confused as to why she’d want to talk to a simple guy like me.

So what do you want from me?

I needed to know. Maybe it was just because she thought I was cute or maybe to see if I could get her discounts on books since I worked in a bookstore.

That’s easy. A, B, C and I want that next letter to be in me.

I fumbled my phone dropping it on the floor.

Can I call you in a few?

Boy I got this phone just for you!

Smiling, I needed a moment to pull myself together. Doubling back, I retrieved my phone and called Jack. I needed a distraction.

“You still coming through?”

“Yea,” he answered. “Just dropping my little boo off at home and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Is she the one from last week?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout all that,” he whispered. “I’ll be there.” He hung up.

Two hours later, Jack showed up with a pepperoni pizza, some alcohol and some weed. I was home reading a book.

“You always reading some shit.”

He tried snatching my book from my hand.

“Reading books is top tier especially the ones I read.”

“What kind are they?” Jack asked, sitting down and taking a bite of his pizza.

“They vary. Sometimes it’s urban romance, suspense, thrillers or erotica. It just depends.”

“On what?” He chewed before sipping his soda; his cheeks full.

“My mood or what released.”

“You need to stop reading all that love shit and learn how to fuck,” he laughed. “Do them books teach you that?”

I shook my head.

“If you’re asking is sex in the books, the answer is yes.” I wiped my mouth with a paper towel.

“You’re a square, nigga. I don’t how we became friends.”

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