Page 15 of Nuttin for Christmas

In the dim light, I kept my head straight, staring at my closet.

“Have you seen any good shows on Netflix?”

“I was meaning to watch a few but these books I’ve been reading had me locked in.”

“Do you have any favorite authors?” She from her cup.

“I have so many,” I scrubbed my hands up and down my pants.

“What’s about you?” My eyes shifted to her. “Do you have any favorites?”

“Ashantay Keys, Ashley, Grey/Mercy, Nina, Nesha, M. Monique, I can go on and on.”

“I’m familiar with all of them.”

“We have something in common,” she put her cup next to mine. “What are you in school for? Your career goal?”

“Criminal Justice. I want to be a lawyer,” I proudly answered. “You?”

“I’m in the medical field. I want to be a doctor of some sort. Most likely an Oncologist.”

“That’s dope,” I finally looked at her; my nervousness dwindling.

I started to feel different. The effects of the alcohol. I was relaxed and comfortable.

“Thank you. You’re doing the damn thang too,” she touched my leg.

The gentle taps of her fingertips traveled upward.

“Can you take these off?” Aisha gently pulled at my pants.

I was tipsy but alert enough to understand what she’d asked.

“Why?” I removed her petite hand from the waistband of my sweats.

“So I can see it,” she boldly admitted. “And touch it.”

“For what?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Why?”

“Stop asking so many questions, Cordy.”

Helping me recline back, Aisha stuck her hand inside the front of my sweats and attempted to slide her hand in my underwear but they were so fitting she had a hard time.

“Lift up a little.”

Somehow I felt my body rise aiding in her pulling my dick out. Her hands on it felt so good next to the feeling of my own.

“Move your shirt or take it off.”

Gripping my shirt, I moved it out the way as she started to stroke my shaft with her hand. Pausing for a minute, she glanced around my room finding my baby oil. Picking the bottle up, shetwisted off the top, poured some in her hands and went back to jacking me off.

Quietly moaning and groaning, I held my lip in my mouth not wanting to make a sound.

“You like that, baby?” She asked. Her up and down movements had me gripping my sheets and slightly hovering off the bed. “Don’t hold it in. Tell me what you’re feeling?” She kept her eyes on me.

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