“Yeah.” She nodded. Her breathing was starting to return to normal. “You’re a really good tutor.”
“Well, in my professional opinion, I feel like with enough extra credit, you could make the Honor Roll, Pudding. You’re gonna need a lot of extra help, though.” I paused dramatically. “I’m talking...a lot.”
She grinned for me. “I think you’re right, Busy. But first I need sleep. I’m gonna go back to the guest room.”
I didn’t want her to go, but I wanted to give her space. “Okay, Sweetheart.”
She didn’t move one muscle. I chuckled to myself, gathered her close to me, and rested my head on the pillow next to hers expecting to let my thoughts have free rein in my mind for a while. Surprisingly though, sleep pulled me under.
Mecca
10
I’d woken up in Busy’s bed about six or seven hours after I’d fallen asleep. We weren’t tangled up with each other, he was on one side of the large bed and I was on the other. I figured that was a tell-tale sign that we were both single and used to sleeping alone. The blankets were halfway off of Busy’s body, so I could see that he still had on his basketball shorts. I was wearing panties, but nothing else. I did remember him taking off my sleep shirt, and tossing it into the abyss. I climbed out of his bed, retrieved my top, and quickly pulled it over my head.
I wasn’t embarrassed about what went down between us, so I saw no reason to sneak out of his room like a one-night stand or something. Instead, I walked around to his side of the bed and shook him lightly. Without speaking, he reached out wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. His hands landed on my ass, his face was pressed into my vagina.
“Good morning.” He muttered.
“Are you talking to her or me?” I teased.
“Both.”
“Good morning. What time do I need to be ready?”
“What time is it?”
“A little after 9:00.”
He released me, rolling over onto his back. Busy had the best chest in the world. It was all of my favorite things...chocolatey, muscular and tatted up. It was like, a fantasy chest.
“We’ve got time. You hungry? I’ll get up and make you something.”
“I could eat.” I admitted. “But first, I wanna shower. If you let me get clean, I’ll help you whip something up.”
“You cook, too, Pudding?”
I looked at him incredulously. “Busy, are you even serious right now? As much time as I spent hanging with Miss Vera and Auntie Bo - is there any way that you think I can’t cook?”
“Well hell, if you learned from my grandmother, I’m about to let you do all the cooking.”
I couldn’t stop smiling to myself or looking down at my exposed thigh area as I stood in Busy’s kitchen. I was cracking eggs into a bowl, separating the whites from the yolks.
“What’s good, Pudding?” Busy asked me with a smile of his own. He was chopping fresh vegetables for the egg white omelet we were making. “You keep smiling.”
“I know.” I confessed. “You put hickies on the insides of my thighs at some point last night - this morning. Whenever.” I told him, like he didn’t already know that.
“And that has you over there giving me secret smiles and shit? Full disclosure, I’ll put hickies all over your body if it’ll get you to keep smiling at me like that.”
“It was just like, a surprise. When I was putting on lotion after my shower, I was like, ‘What are these marks?’ then I remembered. I think it’s kinda sexy. Like you and I are the only ones that know you were all between my legs...sucking on me.” I gave him a flirty smirk.
He put the knife down and walked over to me, scooping me into his arms for a hug. “You can’t say shit like that and not expect to get kissed.” He covered my mouth with his, sweeping all logical thought from my mind.
Now that I knew that Busy had the patience and determination to make sure that he kept my body humming, my body seemed to hum for him automatically. Candie was throbbing and doing her best impression of a leaky faucet, my nipples were as hard as bullets, and my heart was thumping like crazy in my chest. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I didn’t want to examine it, I just wanted to experience Busy.
“I’m trying to go slow with you, Pudding, but you aren’t making that easy.” He whispered into my neck after we broke the kiss. “You’re sexier than a motherfucker, and I just...I just dig you. Plus you smell like ice cream, which has me wanting to eat you.”
I caught the double entendre he was throwing. “Uhm. Is that why you were sampling my thighs? Because you wanna taste me?”
