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The sun had
faded when they got back to the apartment. Wanda and Al were still in their room, remarkably, Kennita thought.
“I can’t believe she is still up in that room,” she said
Ryan just laughed, heading into the kitchen to dump the bags.
“Don’t they need some air? Aren’t they hungry or something?”
“Well, maybe Al made a sandwich with all the stuff he brought in there.”
“Seriously? I doubt it.”
Ryan emptied the bags. “What you think went on with the stuff?”
“You know...”
Ryan smiled.
“Y’all ain’t no good.”
“No, ma’am. Mens are pigs.”
“Shut up,” Kennita laughed.
“You two are so different. Can’t believe y’all hang like that.
“Like what? What you thinking?”
”Just that, with Larry, if y’all would have hung with him and his boys, it would have been a problem if you weren’t down for they kind of fun.”
“What you saying?”
Ryan shook his head. “I am saying that they were probably, definitely going to try to get both of you naked and sexing.”
“You know, don’t you?”
“I know them. I know how they living on this campus. We like a small town up in here.”
“I bet.”
“You bet?” Ryan had balled up the empty bags and paused before tossing them into the tiny/tall broom closet. After he did it and closed the creaky door that doesn’t stay closed, He said, “All I am saying is, they into women that are into dropping panties.”
“Well, thank God you saved me, huh?”
“Yeah, exactly. Just what I was doing earlier.”
“Thanking God? For what?”
“For meeting you. Saving you, you can add that, that’s nice.”
Kennita shut up. She thought so surely that she didn’t want him. She didn’t want a man, but there she was, with one for hours and liking it. What the fuck does that mean?
She had rolled up the sleeves, and the fabric clung to her damp breasts, her nipples taut against the cotton material.
He felt a familiar, predictable charge of pure, sexual desire flare through him.
She looks at all the stuff he pulled out. She touches the garlic, the soul seasoning.
“What are you attempting to make?”
“Attempting? Attempting?”
She notices his smile. Nice.
“Gumbo.”
“Gumbo? What you know about gumbo? I thought y'all are from up north.”
“And? What good food got to do with where you from?”
“My family is from Louisiana. And I can't imagine anybody that grew up outside of my home that can make decent gumbo.”
“Then you need to open that pretty little mind. It ain't where you from, it's about how you make them pots sing.”
“A brother who can make them pots sing? Now this I gotta see.
“You don’t have to watch, you can help.”
She moved to the sink and washed her hands.
Food is erotic...this whole scene was erotic, she considered, tonight was erotic.
While cooking Kennita takes every opportunity to check him out, look him over.
Her eyes moved to that powerful part of him that designated his gender as male, that part of him that was lifeless but still substantial against tight denim. She felt an immediate tingling in her dark feminine places; she also felt the razor cut of fear.
She pushed her mind to start him talking again. “Let me ask you this? Why did you tell me your secret get-over?”
He turned his head to face her and she noticed he had a look on his face that said, why you think?
“Because I like you,” he said. “I don't want to get over on you.”
She fell silent. Her eyes wide in amazement. She forced her smile away.
Oh, he’s good, real good, she thought.
And she liked him.
If he is for real, she told herself honestly, she was going to be in love him soon and forever.
Ryan stirred the Gumbo. He leaned into the pot to smell.
“Yes.”
“Ready?”
“Just about.”
“Taste this.”
Ryan watched her pretty lips accept the spoon.
She licked out her tongue to take in the full flavor of the little bit. “My my my.”
“I guess I can hang. You know you sounded like a pretty Johnny Gill.”
Kennita shook her head. “Did I?”
She gave his forearm a playful squeeze which gave him a killer erection. She was perfect for him and that thought scared him shitless.
“Well? What you think?”
“I like.”
“I like that you like.”
In Al’s room, he was ready to eat...food...
When he heard his boy and the sensitive girl come in with packages, he said, “Come on, they back and cooking. Let’s go out there for dinner.”
“I’m looking crazy. Can we shower first? I need to freshen up.”
“Naw, let’s take a bath first.”
“Oh, cool. I am with that. You gonna cuddle?”
“I am going to do a lot of shit in that water.”
In the tub she soaped up the wash cloth and cleaned her new man.
“Why you getting hard, we just washing up?”
“It’s you, baby, that damn touch you got.”
“Well, relax for a minute. You act like you sixteen or something.”
“And you don’t like it constantly hard?”
“I ain’t say all that,” she laughed.
“Sit on it in the water.”
“Ah, hello? We washing up. Come on, nasty boy. Let’s shower.”
Wanda stood up while Al let the water out.
Her plump luscious bottom looked especially appealing with water glistening from it.
“That ass, damn.”
“What? Stop. Okay? We washing up.”
“Fuck that.” Al dropped to his knees and shot his tongue between her ass cheeks.
“Ohhh.” Wanda liked that, no denying it.
He kissed her there for seconds, and then licked a trail up her back until he was nibbling at her neck; and she could feel his hardness at her buns.
He was about to get some more whether she thought it was time to or not, she considered.
For the first time, without a condom, he entered her, from behind, and damn it was good.
“Ah, fuck,” he panted. “Damn, you done shrunk on me.”
When she lubricated his envasion, Al lifted her head to force her face into the pulsating water.
“My hair, oh, my hair I don’t want to get it wet.”
Too late. And suddenly she didn’t care what got wet nor how much work it would be to look good again afterwards.
“Oh yes,” Wanda cried. “Oh, I’m coming.”
He pulled her back from the water and held her tight while he got up in and out of her until he couldn’t take anymore. Before he came, he took her by the arm and pushed her to her knees.
“Come on and eat this.”
She dropped to her knees and did as told. She let his swollen penis press her lips aside so it could enter. Hungrily Wanda let her tongue cup around him as her lips felt him tremble. She pulled back slowly off of him, and her lips were pressed to the tip of his penis as in a kiss of adoration and before she could react he spurted against them. At the hot wet contact she sucked her breath inward, her lips parting. She felt the second burst of completion at the back of her throat and swallowed the liquid heat that swelled her cheeks.
“Now go ahead and wash us up,” Al said.
Wanda was weak and unsteady in getting hold of the soap and wash cloth again, and she once again did as told.