Page 20 of F*ckin' With Me
Like Justin heard us, his eyes turned in our direction. They widened before he grabbed the arm of the chick and pulled her away. Since he pulled her in his direction, we still couldn’t see her. “He’s probably on Lanette’s ass for that shit earlier.”
“You’re probably right. Let’s go so I can freshen up my nuts for this bitch.” Rashad started walking without my response.And the media thinks I’m a lot. Okay!
Back To The Present . . .
“Sim, I’m about to take a shower, then I’m gonna come back out here, and we’re going to talk. Don’t get your ass in the bed. I will wake your ass up, ole drunk ass girl.” I left her on the patio.
When I finished with my shower, I put on a pair of basketball shorts, and that was it. Sim was outside on the patio in just a bathing suit, so I thought my attire was fitting. “Aye, you heading out?”
“Yeah, man. This bitch just emailed me where to meet her. Bitches out here emailing their pussies.” Rashad laughed. “I’ll see you in a few hours max. I’m not about to stay the night with a married woman.”
I waved him off. “Nigga, shut up talking to me. Be safe out there, man.”
He raised his shirt to show his gun. We always traveled legally with our firearms. We said a few more words before he walked out the door, and I headed to the patio. I heard her soft snores when I opened the patio door.This fucking girl.I sat on the end of her lounge chair, grabbed her feet, and put them on my lap. When she moaned in her sleep after I massaged them, I smiled.
After a few more massages, she jumped up. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to . . .”
“Why are you apologizing, Sim? Chill out,” I told her. She relaxed after a few more massages. “Why couldn’t you tell me what happened earlier, and my sister had to?”
When she reached for the bottle of wine, I grabbed it first and put it out of her reach. She sucked her teeth before she crossed her arms over her spoiled ass chest. “There is nothing wrong with me drinking wine, Day.”Oh, I’m Day now.Her little ass froze when I asked how many glasses she had. Her eyes glanced toward a trash can that was on the other side of the patio. She tried to be quick about it, but I caught her ass.
I moved her feet from my lap, got up, then walked over to the trash can. “I know you’re fuckin’ lying.” I reached down and pulled out not one, not two, not three, but four empty wine bottles. “Is this what we’re doing?”
Her back lifted from the seat, and her finger went up. Through giggles, she said, “I didn’t drink all of those. Rissa was out here with me too.”
“Okay, four bottles between two females is cool. You just had your first taste of wine earlier this damn week.” I put the bottles back in the trash to take my original seat. “Back to my original question. Why couldn’t you tell me what happened earlier, and my sister had to?”
Her feet were back in my hands. She huffed before she answered the question. “I didn’t feel there was a need to tell you. I stood up for myself, so it was handled.”
“Okay, I understand that, but I asked you what happened, and you said nothing worth mentioning. Your sister telling you not to come to her wedding, which is the only reason that you came here, I would think was worth mentioning,” I said.
It was clear that she was bothered. As hard as she tried not to, Simonette wore her feelings on her sleeves. “I mean, I never wanted to be in the wedding anyway, and she didn’t want me to either. The only reason she asked me to be was because she didn’t want my dad to be mad.” Her arms flailed in the air. “Now we both get what we want.”
She laughed, but the tear that escaped her eye told on her. Her hand couldn’t smack it away fast enough. Embarrassment danced over her face.
“Come here, Sim,” I told her. She was hesitant, as if she didn’t know what to do. I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my lap. She sat then jumped up a little with a gasp. I side-eyed her. “Sim, my dick isn’t even hard. Calm down,” I said with a titter.
She shook her head. “I didn’t do that because of that thing. My leg felt like it was about to charley horse.”
My head fell back with my laughter. “Girl, please stop.” When our eyes reconnected, she had this veil of innocence. “Sim, first, it’s okay to say dick instead of that thing. Secondly, there is nothing wrong with your feelings being hurt because your sister and mom are a set of bitches. I promise you won’t burst into a ball of flames.”
Her head tilted to the side. There was a loud silence before her tears were released. With the innocence of a female far younger than a thirty-year-old, she asked, “Why do you think they hate me? Like, is there something that you think I did or something that I need to do to be better?”
My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. The way she stared at me triggered a memory of the graduation party. It was the same expression she had when Bianca’s stupid ass came at her. Back then, I was young, and a nigga was focused on pussy. I wasn’t that nigga anymore.
My hands cupped her face, then I pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her with more passion than I anticipated. When I pulled back, there was longing in her eyes. “Simonette, you are so perfect, and you don’t even realize that shit. A person’s inability to see that doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
I had only been around this woman three times, if we wanted to be technical. The time we spent on the jet was paramount for us getting to know each other. The games that we played unveiled her sense of humor and playful side. She was quiet, but there was a comical, interesting woman hidden in there. She didn’t ask me anything about my baseball career except whether it was still my passion like it was in college. When I told her that it was, she blessed me with a beautiful smile, then told me that she prayed God blessed me with everything I wanted and more. It was probably at that moment that I decided I really wanted her.
Her hands covered the back of my hands, which still cupped her face. She moved her face closer to mine, and I met her in the middle to put my lips on hers. Our kiss deepened, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Thank God she was a naturally good kisser. If she wasn’t, we would have had to do a tutorial.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” I stopped Simonette’s hand when she lowered it toward my dick. “Slow down, Sim. You’re moving too fast.”
She slightly recoiled. A look of rejection popped up on her face. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”
Fuck yeah, I do!“Baby, yes, but you’re not ready for that. You’re a whole ass virgin, and your lil’ ass is drunk.” I tickledher side, causing an eruption of laughter. Another thing that I learned about her on the jet was she was extremely ticklish.
If it were any other nigga, they probably would have taken Simonette in the room and wore her little ass out. I couldn’t, in good conscience, do that. There was something else I could do though.
