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I stared at him, imagining what it would feel like to let myself fall with Busy. To trust that this gorgeous motherfucker would actually catch me, and give me the same energy back.A girl can dream. I thought to myself.
He surprised me by pulling me to him and kissing my lips. “This is me, shooting my shot. Can I pursue you? I think it’s fucked up that your last guy was too selfish to take care of you. I mean, it’s obvious to me that you didn’t give ‘im your heart, but you did give him your body, and he couldn’t even take care of that. I can see why you kept your heart to yourself. I’m not gonna even mention your heart, cuz you seem like the type to keep it under lock and key. But if you give me your body...I’ll take care of it. Let me pursue you, Ma. Let me date you for real.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak, not completely sure if my mouth would say, “hell yeah!” or “Busy, that’s not a good idea,” so I just nodded my head.
He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
I nodded again and I would’ve sworn that Candie was in my panties doing a “happy dance.”
“Bet that.”
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She agreed to me pursuing her. That shit was crazy, and I halfway didn’t expect her to agree to it. Mecca wasn’t necessarily easy to read, but she was candid. She wasn’t one of those women who spent time trying to make you guess what she was thinking or feeling, she just told you flat out. I liked that shit. I liked a lot of shit about her. I had since the first day I hung out with her, when I took her to my youth camp practice, and she had my kids running plays with her.
She was beautiful, smart, witty, sexy, and some dumb ass motherfucker had slept on her, leaving her free and open for me to pursue. I didn’t want to spend a lot of time on it, but dude must’ve been wack as hell.
Mecca wasn’t an actress, she wasn’t one of those chicks who pretended to be into the romantic/physical stuff to save a dude’s ego. It was mad obvious when she checked out of that kiss. Her entire energy changed. Who the hell didn’t notice something like that? The only thing I could figure was that the pussy was so good, he was too caught up to realize that his girl’s head was on the other side of town while he was in it, working up a lackluster ass sweat.
Fuck him. I was up next, and there was no way in hell that I was gonna make the same mistakes he made. That was what I was thinking as we sat side by side on the couch in my family room later that night. Mecca was in soft pink - some type of cute, girly cropped top, and matching shorts. She looked pretty as hell with that soft pink against her honey colored skin. She looked like she held the key to my happiness.
Her feet were in my lap, and I was rubbing them while we half watched some movie with Kevin Hart on cable. I was in basketball shorts and socks. It was a calculated move, me not wearing a shirt. I wanted Mecca’s mind on my physicality. If she was already thinking thoughts of a sexual nature, it would make it that much easier for me to keep her attention when I decided to love up on her.
“Busy, it’s been a long day.” She said.
“Let’s call it a night, then.” I suggested, gently removing her legs from my lap.
I stood up from the couch, and she stood up after me, yawning, and stretching her body in a way that was sensual without even trying to be. I stood there, glued to the spot watching the effortless movement of her body. Even her yawns and stretches had rhythm. How the hell did that happen? My dick jumped in my basketball shorts.
“Ay, come here, Mecca.” I said, beckoning to her with my head, even though she only stood mere inches away from me.
She closed the distance between us. I didn’t touch her, although I wanted to. I wanted to establish the ground rules, and I didn’t want her mind, or my mind clouded while we talked.
“I need to touch you. Like, I have to touch you. And I’mma touch you everywhere that I want to touch you, in every way that I want to touch you, but if you don’t like something I’m doing, just let me know. I’ll stop, and try something else.”
“Okay.” Her voice was soft, but assured.
“I’m not gonna try to have sex with you, though. This ain’t about that. This is about establishing muscle memory. I want to get to the place where your body recognizes and trusts that my body will provide pleasure.”
She blinked a few times. “Well damn, Busy. That’s sexy as hell.”
I grinned down at her, nodding my head. “I need you to trust me, but I can’t demand you to trust me in your heart on day one. That kind of trust is built over time. So, instead of that kind of trust, I’mma work on getting your mind and body to trust me to give it pleasure, and respond accordingly.” I took a beat. “Is it okay for me to touch you?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, and if I see you floating off into space, I’mma call you on it. Don’t leave me alone in this, Mecca. Do your part. Stay engaged. And I’mma do my part. I won’t be so into the pleasure you’re giving me that I get selfish and leave you out there by yourself.”
“Okay.” She practically whispered.
I guess she recognized that I was about to make things very real, because she went from assured to tentative. I was cool with that, though. I knew what I wanted to do, had been thinking about it for weeks.
I ran my hands over her arms, and felt goose bumps pop up at my touch. I didn't acknowledge them, instead, I ran my hands over her arms again, letting her get used to the feel of my hands on her bare skin, the weight of my hands on her arms. Bending my head, I found the crook of her neck, and buried my face there, inhaling her scent. Mecca smelled delicious, like butter pecan ice cream - sweet, and buttery. Her scent brought to mind memories of summertime, sunshine, and laughter. I couldn’t help sucking her there to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. When I discovered that she did taste as good as she smelled, I couldn’t help sucking her there again, as my hands traveled from her arms to her back, rubbing her soothingly.
She draped her arms around my neck, seeming to melt into me like she had so many times before and I pulled us closer, pressing against her until her breasts were flat against my chest, and my hands were in her hair.
“You smell like ice cream.” I told her, between nips and sucks.
