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“I let you meet my mama, love. Where them niggas do that at in the players handbook?” I asked, picking my hands up, and I put each hand on her waist.
She jumped at my touch, and I thought that she was going to tell me to move, or even slap my hands away from her, but she didn’t do any of that. She allowed me to continue touching her, and all I could think was how soft her skin was.
“I feel like that doesn’t really count though. You had your girlfriend at my niece’s party,” she was back to bringing that shit up.
“You can’t use that as an example. That wasn’t my family. It would have been different if I brought her around my family, but that’s not what I did. I let you meet my mama. The day I let you meet Noir, I’m probably going to be in love,” I let her know, and she did that thing again where she rolled her eyes at me.
“You been in love before?” she wanted to know.
“Nah,” I was truthful.
“How you going to know that you’re in love then?” she inquired.
“I feel like niggas start moving different when they in love with their chick. Start doing shit that they never did before. Ima use my nigga June for example. I know Free isn’t home, but if I wasn’t with you right now, and I was at the crib chilling, and I hit him, telling him to come outside to a strip club or something with me, he would have probably told me no because he’s in the crib with his wife. The old June would have broken his fuckin neck to get inside a strip club. Niggas move different when they care about their woman, and when they’re in love with her. I’ve never fucked a woman without a rubber. The day I slide in without one, I’m probably in love like a motha fucka because I don’t move like that. The day I allow a woman to come to my home, where I actually lay my head, then that’ll show that I’m in love too. You gotta understand that I spent a lot of years in the streets, and even though I’m legit, I still have a street mentality. When a nigga lives with a street mentality, it’s hard for them to let their guard down, so the day I let my guard down, I know that I’m all in,” I shared some real shit with her.
“What about you? You ever been in love?” I wanted to know.
“I have daddy issues, so I love every guy that I’ve ever been with,” she was truthful.
“But were you in love with those niggas though?” I asked.
“I was in love with what they could do for me. Basically, what I’m gathering from this conversation is that when you’re in love, you tend to do things that’ll typically be out of the norm for you. For example, I don’t really know if I want children. I’ll be 40 in three years, so to be honest, I probably don’t want kids. I haven’t dealt with a man yet that has made me feel any differently. I haven’t been so far gone in love to the point that I will willinglyallow a man to put a baby in me,” she voiced, and I smiled at that.
“That’s because you haven’t fucked me yet. In all seriousness, Dionne, I’m different. Ima have you fucked up in the head about me,” I was confidant in my response.
“How can you be so sure of that?” she wanted to know.
“Because the way you used to run circles around them niggas, you not doing that with me. I don’t want you to feel like I’m judging you, but I already know that you’re the kind of woman that will make a nigga’s pockets bleed. I know you was having your way with your past niggas, getting whatever the fuck you wanted out of them. Them niggas were easy, walking licks for you. You not playing me like no duck ass nigga. I feel like we haven’t even officially been on a first date yet. I’m not going to really count the lounge as a date because we both know how that came into play in the first place. Now, I got you outside with me, sitting in my lap, while a nigga is a few feet away from us, with ribs on the grill. I know these aren’t the kind of outings that your used to doing with niggas. Your used to niggas taking you on shopping sprees, flying you out the country, and all kind of extra shit for your first date. The fact that you’re allowing me to just give you the basics proves to me that you fuck with me for me, and not for the perks. It shows that what we have is genuine,” I finished it with a smile, after I called her out.
“Hmmm. I guess. What is it that we have Tavion?” she asked, calling me by my government name.
“Let’s kiss, and find out,” I shot.
My eyes couldn’t stop looking at her lips. They were so nice, and full. I wanted to see if they were soft. I could feel it in my gut that Dionne was a great kisser. Not to overly sexualize her or anything like that, but I could always sense when I’m in the presence of someone that had amazing sex appeal, and theyknew how to please a nigga, even if it was something simple as kissing.
“Yeah, now your just talking,” she voiced.
“It don’t even got to be long. Let’s kiss for like ten seconds,” I urged, and she laughed.
“Tank, I don’t know where your lips been,” she was for real.
“On blunts, and food. I can’t tell you the last time that I ate pussy, or tongue kissed. You scared? You talk too much shit to be scared. I just want to see what your lips feel like, and then I’ll leave you alone,” at first, I was just fuckin around with her to see if she would kiss me, but now I was dead serious, really wanting to see how soft her lips were.
“What if your mom comes out here, and catches us?” she asked, and that’s what really had me smiling now because this meant that she was contemplating doing it.
“Dionne, we grown. What she going to do? Beat us?” I asked, sitting up in the chair, making it easier for her.
She looked around again, just making sure that the guys were still doing their own thing, not paying us any attention, and once she was sure of that, she raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and she leaned her head into me a little bit. She stared at me, and she was looking at me in a way, trying to see if she was making the right decision.
I wasn’t going to lean in any closer. I was going to allow her to be the one to make the move because I didn’t want it to feel like I was forcing myself on her. I could tell by her chest rising up and down at a fast pace that she was a little scared.
She eventually leaned in, pecked me on my lips, and I swear to God, I could have died when our lips touched. They were soft, just as I’d imagined them to be. The peck was just a tease for us to see what our lips were going to feel like. Once we got through that stage, I parted my lips a little bit, and Dionne parted hers,and we exchanged in the nastiest tongue kiss that I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Keep in mind, growing up, I was a fast nigga, doing shit with girls that I didn’t have any business doing, so I’ve experienced a lot of shit, and for me to say that this was the nastiest kiss that I’ve ever shared, then that spoke volumes. This girl was holding my tongue hostage, as she was softly, and sensually sucking on it. I was kissing her with my eyes closed, and I wasn’t aware of anything that was taking place around me because I was too busy wrapped up in this moment.
My dick was in my jeans just jumping away. I needed her to feel that shit, so as she was in my lap, I kept my hands on her waist, and I bounced her slowly up and down on my lap, wanting her to feel how hard she had me.
“Aight. Aight. Let me chill out. I’m a different kind of nigga, baby. When I want something, I want that shit right then and there. I’ll fuck around, and pull my dick out, and make you ride it, not giving a fuck where we at,” I said the second that I pulled away.
