Chapter 23: This Is What WE Dew

Speechless. Uhm... yeah. S/o to @NickiMmemphis You don't comment no mo, but we still love you. No Really.. I'm Speechless. I'm tired like.. THE hardest chapter so far. Oop. *smh & washing my hands*
En-Mutha-F*@#$%-Joy
                                                                                                                       Cooncerely,
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I tossed and turned before kicking my covers off of me. Tonight was too hot for all dat. The draft that traveled over the lower half on my body felt surprisingly good. I opened my eyes in attempt to see the time on my alarm clock, but I couldn’t because my sight was so blurry. I laid my head back down for awhile, but brought it back up when I heard the sound of my door creeping open.

“Who’s there?” I mumbled groggily. There was no answer. I let out a sigh, then the door opened more and a tall silhouette with a fitted cap appeared. Once again I laid my head back down. “Oh. So NOW you remember where you live?”

I heard him smack his lips before the door closed. Seriously? I sat up on my elbows to see if this nigga really left.

“Ain’t nobody say come in.” I told him. He ignored me and came closer. S.T.U.B.B.O.R.N.

“You look tense.” He told me. “Something botherin’ you?” How he gone come in here tellin’ me about myself? He got some nerve asking me questions. If anything, it should be the other way around.

“Yeah, Waldo? Where da hell you been?” I asked. “Huh? You so mad that our friendship don’t mean shit to you anymore?”

“Is there anything I can do to fix that?” He responded.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN?” l yelled. I was crushed. “Is that how you really feel, Safaree?! Like even if we tried, it ain’t shit we can do to get past this?!”

“Well you should at least let me try.” He told me. I don’t know why he worded it that way, but it sounded so familiar.

“LET YOU TRY?! Are you fuckin’ kidding me?! You’re hardly even here!” I tried to calm down, but for some reason I couldn’t. I felt like punching him dead in his throat and it wasn’t nearly that serious. I began to tremble on some Hulk type shit.

“Yo you serious?” He asked, which triggered a major case of déjà vu. When he started to take off his shoes, that’s when it all hit me.

I woke up, heart racing, in a light sweat. I couldn’t have been sleep long cause I still had 3 more songs left on my ‘Night Time’ playlist before it would end. All together it probably only lasted for an hour or so, since I keep it at a maximum of 18 tracks. I pulled the covers from over my head. Turning to see what time it actually was, I realized I couldn’t. It wasn’t like in the dream either, where it was too blurry to read. This time I actually couldn’t see the damn thing. I reached out for it, thinking maybe the power went out. That’s when my hand collided with something. I brought my hand back quickly in shock. Picking up my head slightly, I tried to focus through squinted eyes.

“What the fuck, Safaree?” I huffed. At first I barely noticed the slight rise and fall of his bare chest, but when I glanced up and saw the brim of his cap I knew it was him. He was just sitting there. Still, with his back against my headboard.

“You the one hittin’ people.” He said. Ha Ha.

“Why don’t you have on a top?”

“Why don’t you have on bottoms?” He shot back. My face felt flushed as I reached down under the cover and noticed it was partially true.

“I do! You perv!” I said, scooting farther away from him. “So you come home in the middle of the night, in MY room, to peep at me underneath my covers while I’m sleepin’?”

“Nope.” He said, simply staring off into the darkness of the room. “You left your door cracked opened for some odd reason and before I was about to close it I peeped in to see if you were okay.”

“And?!” I asked, sitting up, bringing the cover with me.

“And you had yo ass all out so I came in and covered you up.”

“I don’t believe you.” I leaned over and turned on the lamp. Damn. He looked… I unintentionally licked my lips.

“I can’t believe you was sleepin’ so free with the door unlocked.” He said, lifting up his hat and scratching his head. “And open.”

“You still ain’t tell me why the hell you shirtless for?”

“When I got in, you had the heat blastin’. That’s probably why you weren’t under the covers.” He said, still not making eye contact with me. “You must’ve had too much to drink… especially with that hot ass hoodie on.” I looked down and saw he was right.

“Shut up.” I told him.

“And that bitch backwards too.” He added. Wow. It was.

“Okay, well, I appreciate it. You can leave now.” I said before laying back down facing away from him. I could feel the hangover coming on and to avoid any arguing caused by irritation, he had to go. I didn’t feel him moving though. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I heard you.” He said, before getting up to leave. I peeked over my shoulder and watched him walk towards the door. His back was so toned… made for scratchin’. I really didn’t want him to leave, especially when he could head the opposite direction of his room, through the main room and out the front door. I missed his presence.

“Hey, Safar?” I mumbled. He halted, but didn’t say anything. I thought to say never mind, but that might’ve started an argument cuz he hates when I do that. “Could you turn off the lamp for me?” I chickened out. He turned around and gave me his dead face. I smiled, then he looked over to the lamp, which was a liddle more than an arm’s reach from me. He began shaking his head.

“I guess.” He said, walking towards it. I continued to watch him make the distance. When he reached it he looked at me before leaning over to twist the switch. Before the room went dark I could see the ‘V’ shaped indentation on his hips, right where his lower abs ended. “There you go, lazy.” He teased as I propped my head up with my arm.

“Thanks.” I said ignoring the tease. “Think I feel a hangover coming.” I whined.

“I bet.” He chuckled, before leaning over and kissing me on the forehead. “Get some rest. I know you gone be irritable in the morning.” Then he turned to walk away.

“Wait.” I said while sitting up. He turned back towards me to see my hands extended for a hug. He moved in slowly before embracing me. His scent engulfed me as the warmth of his body ironically gave me chills.

“I know it’s been hard to be around me lately.” I exhaled into his neck. “You feel like I’m pushing you away. But you can’t leave mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, woman.” He whispered into my ear. “I’m hurt.” When I heard that shit my eyes automatically began to sting.

“I know, Faree, but you have to see that I’m trying to save our friendship.” I blinked and my tears escaped onto his skin.

“I understand that Nic, but I feel like it’s time for it to grow.”

“No you don’t.” I told him. “Your tryna change it to something more.” He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“What’s so wrong with that?” He asked, catching one of my tears with his finger.

“Nothing.” I sniffled. “I’m just not ready.”

“I feel like you don’t want to be ready.”

“What if we give it our all and it doesn’t work out?” Tears began to swell up again. “I don’t think I could live without you being my bestfriend.”

“What if we give it our all and it does work out?” He mocked. “Then you could live with me not only being your bestfriend, but your everything.”

“You don’t play fair, Faree.”

“I learned from the best.” He joked.

“How did we ever think we were on the same page?”

“We are.” He told me. I twisted my face. “When it comes to the sexin’.” He added, eyes dancing into my soul. Yes y’all ‘The Look’.

“Leave.” I told him.

“I miss you.” He confessed, grabbing my chin, making me look at him. Those damn eyes told so much and spoke so loud.

“I’m not playing.” I poked him in the chest.

“You miss me too.”

“I will survive.” I said, scooting back and tucking myself in.

“You need a hero.” He said, snatching the covers back

“I cannot with you right now.”

“Oh, but you can, and you will.” He said, before rushing over to the door to lock it. Once done, he went to my end table. “Where da hell all my condoms go?” He almost yelled in disappointment.

“I saw that you put some in there, nasty.” I scolded him. “Them shit’s somewhere in the city dump.” I laughed.

“Damn!” He said before looking at me. “I bet you ain’t touch the ones in my room doe.” My face fell. He was deadass. “Be right back!”

He raced out my room like he had a bucket of chicken and his name was Precious. Sorry guy! I got up with the quickness to go lock my door when he scared the fuck out of me.

“HA!” He said, busting through the door and swoopin’ me up. “I’on’ know why ya still tink ya so slick, Onika.” He said, carrying me to his room. He shut the door behind us locking it and then proceeded to take me over to his night stand to get his condoms.

“One trip huh?” I giggled.

“Of course!” He said, stopping to stare into my eyes. “Have you forgotten the power of what you possess?” I looked away bashfully. Then he laid me on his bed. “Damn it Nicki!” He yelled throwing the few condoms he had in his hand to the floor.

“What?” I said, head down, not looking at him. He flopped down on the bed, back first, before dragging his hands over his face.

“I feel you callin’ me.” He sighed. “But when I go to answer, you keep hanging up.”

“Can I be honest?” I asked, scooting closer to him. He shoved me away. “Boy!”

“No.” He mumbled. “Let’s fuck up our friendship with lies.” He added sarcastically.

“But you rather do it with sex?” I asked, glaring at him.

“Hell naw!” He said seriously. I exhaled. “That was a lie.” I smacked him in his chest. “Sorry. I can’t lie to my bestfriend.”

“But you can fuck her brains out?”

“What the fuck?” He asked sitting up. “Now you can leave if you startin’ that shit again.”

“Naw bestfriend.” I said before straddling him. “Let’s be honest.”

“That’s the thing. You not being honest.” I shifted and his breath caught in his throat. I heard him swallow. “You’re being spiteful.” He said through clenched teeth.

“So the next time I ask you can I be honest, keep your mouth shut.” I scolded before attempting to get up. He pulled me back down forcefully.

“Shit!” I let out unwillingly. The fact that a thong was all I had on underneath this hoodie had slipped my mind. And his track pants wasn’t hiding the way he was feeling.

“I’ll take fuckin’ over lies any day, but love makin’ over both.”

“Thanks for being honest.” I said, pushing him down to the bed. “Now. Like I was gonna say.” I paused. “I just wanna fuck tonight. No strings. Just sex.” I laid down so my mouth was to his ear. “Can yo bitch ass handle that?” He trembled before flipping me over.

“Try that again.” He ordered, while grabbing my wrist and pinning them over my head.

“What?”

“You still lyin’!”

“How?!”

“Cause what you really wanted to say was… ‘Oh Safaree. I really want you to fuck my brains out, but I don’t wanna be with you, cause niggas ain’t shit but dicks, preferably big…’.”

“First, pauz. Second, get the fuck off of me.” I told him.

“Nope let me finish… ‘And we can just use each other for sexual stimulation, cause the real thing’s better than masturbation. I love when you give me that sensation…’.” He rhymed.

“Are you about to start singing? Cause if so I’ma hurt you.”

“You wish… ‘I rather not be tied down, cause I gotta make that money, that money equals no struggle, and no struggle means happiness. But just enough, cause I’ll be damn if I open my heart to fully love you, and you prove me wrong, then we live happily ever after for two years, only for you to pull some shit like my dad did…’.”

“FUCK YOU.” I spat.

“You keep saying that, but I don’t think you’re being honest.”

“Safaree Lloyd Samuels. If you don’t get off of me, I will slice yo ass up from your scrotum to your glabella with a dull and rusty cake knife.”

“Yo. You’re fucking crazy.” He said, letting me go and not only putting distance between us, but adding a few pillows.

“And you know ya place.” I said, adjusting my hoodie.

“Here.” He said moving closer to me, bringing a pillow with him. As soon as he got close enough I knocked the pillow on the floor. He flinched, but kept moving closer. “This been irking me all night.”

“Boy. It’s probably only three somethin’.”

“Shut Up.” He told me, before grabbing the ends of my sleeves.

“Safar don’t…”

“I said shut up.” I rolled my eyes as he pulled my arms up, so he could take them out of their sleeves. “Keep ‘em up.” He told me. He got up on his knees and pulled my sleeves half way up, tying them together.

“What the..”

“SHHH!.” He shushed me. “If you’re gonna wear it crazy, why not go all out?” He asked rhetorically before dipping me back. “Now, what to do about the rest?”

“Should I add stylist to your many talents?” I teased.

“You tell me.” He responded before straddling me. “After I’m done.”

“You better not put all yo weight down on me.” I warned him.

          He leaned in closer bringing his big head to mines.

          “Some of it?” He asked. I nodded our heads and he lowered himself. “This much?”

“A liddle more.” I told him, opening my legs. He wasn’t even that stiff and feeling him on my center drove me wild.

“So from now on it’s all honesty?” He asked.

“What makes you think it wasn’t before?”

“Was it?” He asked, doing a pelvic thrust. Shit.

“Okay. Damn. I lied. Drake and I were talking for the majority of the time.” I confessed. He laughed.

“I know. I was ease droppin’ from the hallway the whole time.”

“So you had suspicions before I kept that secret?” He kissed me on my neck.

“Does that really matter right now?” He asked, before licking me.

“No, but…” I began before he crushed his lips roughly against mine. I couldn't tear away. That one kiss held so much passion. He pulled away but didn't look me in the face. His eyes just scanned across my body with his hands following suit. Then he began lifting the hoodie over my head. It would’ve been so much easier if he’d let me sit up.  Once he got it off of me everything seemed to pick back up. Swear he made my thong just disappeared. It was like he was in a trance. I kissed him softly and made him look me in the eyes. Then I kissed him again. That should've been enough confirmation that I really did want him to 'fuck my brains out', but he just keep reading me like brail. I pushed him off of me and onto his back before I climbed aboard. After I began placing soft kisses on his chest, he snapped back to reality. His hands roamed all over my ass, touching spots that I never knew could make me wetter. I reached beneath myself, underneath his waist band and into his boxers. I had no problem finding what I was looking for. I could feel him growing inside my hands. He licked his lips and flipped me back over.

"You want the dick huh?" He asked me, circling his fingers around my throbbing clit. I pouted and nodded my head. "Aiight. Let me grab the..." He began to say, while leaning over to reach the condoms on the floor. 

"No. Fuck ‘em. I want you now." I demanded. His eyes grew wide, but he wasted no time getting his pants and boxers off. The feeling of him kissing all over my body alone was bringing me to my climax. His lips trailed down to my kitty, kissing on my lips, then making his way back up my leg. Lifting one of my legs, he repositioned himself back in between my thighs. He ran his fingers across my slit before spreading my lips and sliding inside of me. "Shit."

It had been a while and I'd forgotten how good he felt, especially raw. Every stroke was vivid. Sex had never seemed so real before. My wildest dreams couldn't detect this moment. He spreaded my legs further, going deeper, faster, harder. My leg was now resting on his shoulder so he could grip my hips with both hands. I loved this new found eagerness from him.

"Ahhh!" I half moaned, half screamed. I was ready to cum but like always, he knew, and he wasn't having it. He positioned me so that I was leaning over his headboard. How he managed to get me in these positions so quickly still remained a mystery to me. After I was situated for what seemed like an eternity without any movement from him I looked back to see him grinning like the Cheshire cat. Fuck he smiling at?  "Uhm. What're you doing 'Faree?"

"Just enjoying the view." This made me blush, but then I realized that he wasn't staring at my ass. He wasn't looking at me all. I turned around to face him. Something was wrong.

"What's on your mind?" I asked stroking his cheek. He trailed his hands up the back of my thighs, groped my ass and roughly pulled me closer to him. Our bodies were so close I could feel his member poking at my mound. He began fondling me from the back, and was getting his fingers all soaked in my juices.

“Seriously?” I moaned. He stopped and brought his hand up to his mouth before licking it. “You’re a freak.”

“You wanna taste?" He asked in a serious voice. My heart skipped a beat. I hesitantly accepted his fingers into my mouth. Then I bit down on them. “Ow.”

“Tell me?” I ordered. He brought me closer and resumed the fondling. His goofy hands felt good, but that’s not what I wanted.

“Just for tonight?” He whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I moaned in his. He sat back on the bed and brought me with him. I began sucking on his neck.

“Honestly Nicki. ONLY tonight?” He asked thru clenched teeth. I wished he’d just shut up and continue.

“Ummmhmm.”

“Not every night… mornings and afternoons too?”

I’on know why he was tryna hold a full conversation and shit. I really couldn't wait anymore.

“Just desert?” Ignoring him, I steadied him and guided him back inside of me. “Fuck!” He grunted. I grinned. “No breakfast or lunch?”

I tried my hardest not to laugh at his silly self. Any unexpected relaxing or contracting of the wrong muscles and I’d be thru. So I just remained focused. Straddling my legs around his lower back I began to ride slow. The moans were escaping me uncontrollably as my tightness took him whole. "Damn woman." He said as I could feel my finger nails seeping deep into his shoulders. My moans plus our heavy breathing filled the room. He detached my upper body from him and began licking and softly biting at my nipples, causing then to become rock hard. When he was done he grabbed a couple pillows and put them behind me before laying me down. He began thrusting so deep, I mean, he was really putting in work. I couldn’t stay down for long I had to see. So I propped myself up on my arms and watched him immerse and retreat. I could feel my body start to tremble. I was ready. I pushed myself against him and locked up before I felt my legs go numb. I layed back down and came with his last pump.