Twenty
It’s an unusually happy day in Inglewood. That only means there will be drama later tonight.
As I work on a paper on my new MacBook, I occasionally look outside my window. The L.A. sky is nice and bright. It may be winter in many other parts of the country, but in L.A., it already feels like spring.
Hip-hop music blasts with each passing car. The ice cream truck makes its way around the neighborhood and a small group of children chase after it. Neighbors talk to each other via yelling. There’s no anger, but all love.
The last month has been such a whirlwind. Savior and I spent Christmas and New Year’s together. A few days after the New Year, Savior went on vacation with his father and brothers. I wish I was able to go but I knew it was a family tradition and no girls allowed. It wasn’t too bad. Every night, Savior and I made it a point to have FaceTime sex.
I’ve had phone sex before but it was nothing to write home about. It was during high school and there was nothing sexy or romantic about it. I can definitely say with all confidence I was drier than the Arizona desert.
But FaceTime sex with Savior is a completely different experience. He wanted to see everything as it happened from the time I tweaked my nipples to when I inserted a finger inside of me. He talked dirty, becoming more explicit with each stroke and making me climax in record speed.
“You look so damn beautiful when you come,” he licked his lips as he stroked his cock. “So damn beautiful.”
Savior’s eyes were heated and his lips were flushed. I licked my lips with hot anticipation as I watched Savior stroke his cock faster and faster. The explosion of come that spurted out of him as his eyes rolled back was so hot, I was ready to go again even though I’d just climaxed.
That’s when I knew I was dealing with a different beast. Savior was like no other.
It’d been almost two weeks since I’d seen Savior in person. He’s scheduled to come back tonight and I hope he’s ready for everything I’m going to throw at him because I’m horny AF.
It’s more than just not physically seeing him. There’s an emptiness in my bed at night that was never there prior to Savior. I miss the smell of his hair, the feel of his body, and the strength of him.
It was supposed to be a fling, an arrangement, a one-time last hurrah before I went off to college or somewhere far from L.A. Now all I wanted was to spend as much time with Savior as I could.
It wasn’t that I was losing myself within him or our relationship. I respected his space and he respected mine. If I couldn’t see him, I silently pouted but it was never an issue. Normally, my vibrator took care of my needs but I found myself waiting for Savior. I wanted him to take the edge off as he broke me off.
I take a break and stretch before I make my way outside. Sitting on the porch with a bottle of lemonade, I watch life unfold and think about everything. I have the love of my life, I’m about to graduate from community college in a few months, and hopefully, I’ll be accepted at USC.
The goal was to get the hell out of L.A. and as far away from it as possible. I even started researching HBCUs and applying to them. The thought of being in a different state and time zone away from Savior was too much for me to bear.
I love that man. I’m in love with him.
“Hi Keisha!” Three-year-old Cedric waves to me. He has his hair in cornrows and is wearing the brightest Paw Patrol sneakers. He’s also a sneakerhead just like me. He has a pretty impressive collection of Spiderman, Lightning McQueen, and Thomas the Train shoes.
“Hey Lil’ Cedric,” I wave towards him. I look up and see his father, Big Cedric aka Big C. Big C is a regular in the neighborhood, owning his BBQ restaurant just a few blocks down. He was the one that came up with Gumbolaya and subsequently, increased my waistline.
While his son is in his Paw Patrol finest, Big C is dressed out of the Nike store. His shirt, his fitted, his warm-up suit has that familiar swoosh. He looks good but I’m more interested in his colorways. “Whatchu wearing, Big C?”
“Girl, let me tell you about these Air Force Ones Foamposites.” Big C walks into my yard with Lil’ Cedric in tow. Big C sticks his foot out and my eyes widen at how slick and shiny the black leather is. “Whatchu think about that?”
They look hella good. The other thing that makes my mouth water other than Savior and food is a sweet grail sneaker. Some girls collect Barbies and do fun arts and crafts; I’m a diehard sneakerhead. “So sweet,” I shake my head, “jealous.”
“You should be,” Big C laughs. “How’s your dad and Ashley?”
“They’re good. They’re back together and they’re both talking marriage now.” I’m really happy for my daddy. Ashley is the perfect fit for him and they seem complete.
“And your moms?” Big C asks and I shake my head. “I should say congratulations if the rumor is true.”
Word is Andrea is pregnant with King J’s baby. That would make her his fourth baby mama and the baby will join the other five siblings. Another black child born to dysfunctional-ass parents. I feel sorry for the fetus already. “That mess is all them, not me.”
“Hopefully this’ll make your mother calm down and act maternal.” Big C is always so positive, despite the negative. He’s a true inspiration. He briefly looks around and leans in. “Let me holler at you for a minute, baby girl.”
“Oh?” I put down my lemonade. “What’s up?”
“You still messing with Jalen?” He asks and I shake my head. “Good, good. Word on the street is he has some heat on him. His mouth was quicker than it should’ve been and he’s pissed off some people he shouldn’t have.”
“I don’t even want to know.” Jalen always had a temper that sometimes got the best of him. If he followed my daddy’s lead, he wouldn’t have dealt with any of this. Now he’s hiding from people with bigger guns and more heat than him.
