Page 5 of Pieces of Us

“I knooow. I’m going to miss kissing you under the bleachers.” Her soft giggle made my lips turn up.

She was so fucking pretty.

“Yeah…I’m going to Atlanta immediately after graduation. I got a scholarship to Morehouse…full ride.” I watched as she let my words soak in, and the smile that once adorned her face disappeared.

Please don’t cry, baby.

“But you said you were going to Michigan State so we could be close.”

“I know—”

“And what about our plan? You said you would wait for me.”

The transference of my melancholy was now laced in her voice. I didn’t like this shit. Morgan was sacred to me. She was who I saw as my wife and having my future babies. However, shit wasn’t panning out like I thought.

“Pops wants me to take the scholarship. Says it’s not an option since he’d rather not pay for my tuition. I don’t want to go, but it’s not an option for me anymore. It’s a requirement.” My eyes searched her angelic face, praying that even though this roadblock was being presented to us, that she wouldn’t say it was over.

It was quiet. She was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was Jodeci projecting everything I felt in this moment, and my heart beating a mile a minute.

“So, what does this mean for us? How will I see you?”

“I’ll come home for the holidays. I’ll call you every morning and every night. We can do this until you graduate and convince your people to let you go to Spelman instead.”

“You know my father is not going to let me go out of town for college.”

“Convince him. You know Spelman is an all-girls school. I think he’ll be more receptive if he knows that.”

She sighed. “I’m—I don’t know, Nehemiah. I’m scared you’re going to forget about me.”

“Never. You mean so much to me, Morgan. I don’t ever want to lose you. You’re going to be my wife, and I promise you that. I love you.”

“I love you too…Don’t hurt me, Booby.”

“You got my word. Now, give me yours.”

“I’ll never hurt you.”

She leaned over the console and kissed me. Our tongues met as I deepened the kiss. She crawled over the seat and straddled my lap as my fingers massaged her scalp. She pulled away, looking into my eyes lovingly.

“I want you to have me.”

I chuckled.“I already got you, Mo Boogie.”

“No…I want you to take my virginity. Right now.”

“Now?”

She nodded.

I swallowed. “Are you sure?” She reached in the back seat, rummaging through her bag until she found what she was looking for. When I saw the gold, shiny wrapper, I shook my head and smiled.

“I can get us a room. I don’t want your first time to be in the back seat of my old school.”

“Why not? I hear that’s where the best sex stories start.”

I laughed as she joined me. I would have preferred to take her to a bed, but I would do anything this girl wanted me to do.

After countless love songs guided us through her first time, I would always remember that, on this night, I made love to the first girl that stole my heart.

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