Please excuse ANY errors.

December 26 & 27, 1998

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Don't be on edge because I was that type of man once upon a time. Not to my wife, but to some other women. As long as the past doesn't coincide with the present and future, I think you're fine. I respect you too because it took me a little longer than you. You're still in your twenties and have it figured out." Daryl explained to me. "As long as my daughter is good, you are fine with me."

That made me smile because that's some real shit I wish my pops could understand. "Thank you, Daryl. I appreciate that. I'm not on edge, but I ain't want that to cloud the person I am now. But there were some key things that I want pops to take heed of. If the past doesn't coincide with the present or future, then there's no need for it to be mentioned. If you still on the same stuff that you were in the past, you ain't grown a bit."

I continued. "My actions were a reflection of my life which was dark. They aren't now. I was happy when I was single for a long time and now I'm happy in a relationship. Can't nobody make me do what I don't wanna do? Love or not." DeVanté finished explaining himself.

"Love can make you do crazy things. It can blind you, son." Pops said in a serious tone.

"With all due respect. I love you but didn't listen to you. You didn't want me or none of us making the type of music we do or listening to it, but I still did it. I did what I truly wanted to do regardless of your words and actions. You and mother both. I was like that since I was a child." I told him. "This just doesn't make any sense about y'all mentionin' people's past, but get mad when somebody mentions yours"

Senior shook his head. "You're young."

"I may be what many would consider young, but I'm old enough to know better, pops. When I was into that, I felt superior to most and anyone who thought otherwise was tossed to the side. Now- at this very moment, I know that everything and anyone can be snatched away from me, including my life. That's what's keeping me on the right path. Plus, I know I let those who were genuinely there and care for me down and in turn let myself down." I explained. "And now someone else important to me is added to the list and with her comes her people too."

"I just want you to think about it," Pops told me.

"What is it with my daughter that you so worried about? She's fully capable of taking care of herself, respectful, love your son, treats him right, not lazy, a damn good cook- what is really your issue?" Daryl asked my pops. "I'm curious. I heard what was said before we took flight. And another thing to add to us is that she ain't on no damn drugs. She just gets excited sometimes and I would too if I was a woman and my dude did something like that for me."

"She seems standoffish from the first day we met. Then she brought up her finances to throw it in somebody's face as if she's better." Pops explained. "Plus, drugs is what industry people seem to dibble into eventually. Look at Junior. Before that, he was way better."

"Don't project what your son ended up doing onto my child. Your son explained to you what's what. He seems level head now. She grew up seeing the consequences of junkies. The girl is so scared that she doesn't even take pills. Did you not listen to your son?" Daryl frowned. "You should definitely try listening instead of having your opinions and assumptions cloud people's words."

"I listened," Pops responded. "My son said he ain't goin' back I that, but he just explained that to me so that part."

"Nigga, HUH?" Daryl jerked his head back. "Not everyone acts freely when they first meet people. Especially when it comes to parents of a partner." Daryl spoke angrily. "She was closed off when I met her. Some people gotta warm up. For a Reverend, you sure don't practice what you preach. While I know first impressions are important, you judge people off the bat. Too quick."

"Wait," I said calming them down. "Me and pops gon' talk about this privately. I know Tia is your daughter and my girl but he's also my pops and I'm the common denominator." I said halting the arising argument.

"I understand, but I've been needing to address this." Daryl chuckled. "It's off my chest now." He rubbed his hands together.

The kitchen is now clean and pops walked out of it shaking his head. I followed after finishing what I was doing. I looked around for him and when I did find him, I entered the room he was in and closed the door.

"This needs to be addressed because it's leaving more than me confused. When you listed the reasons without Daryl saying anything, my mind automatically went to how much you just think projecting my wrongdoings on her."

"That ain't what I'm doing. That girl ain't as perfect as you think, Junior."

"No, she ain't perfect in your eyes, but I'm lookin' from a different view- a different pair of eyes. You are not either. You got many people fooled because your marriage ain't always been right, but I'm not and I still love you regardless. Ain't nobody perfect. Plus, how did you come up with that conclusion after what- probably four- five hours TOPS in total? A lot of the time the first time meeting her, you wasn't even really around. You was chattin' it up with other people which is cool, but that judgment stuff gotta stop especially when you don't know what you even talkin' 'bout." I sighed loudly.

Pops chuckled. "Judgement is always needed. Without it, most of us would be in some big trouble or dead."

"You know that ain't what I mean. You just painted your own narrative without some childish reason. Ain't nobody gon' let they guard down when they hear you talk like that." I paused, exhaling loudly. "Look, I'm ain't even sayin' you gotta force yourself to like her, just be nice AT LEAST."

"I ain't now?" Pops said rhetorically. "I don't say much to that girl."

"You don't, but when you do, you can come off as intimidating. A woman is intimidated by a man, especially one that is closely related to someone you're close to. Not only that- Pops, I feel as if you ain't listening to me at all. I just said that she can sometimes HEAR what you say. Can you at least be nice? I'm not gon' force you to like her, I simply can't. However, I AM askin' you to not speak ill of her in front of me or her. That's just some rude stuff to do to somebody who did nothin' to hurt you."

"Okay, I will take that into consideration." Pops nodded. "Hurting you is hurting me."

"Taking somethin' I to consideration and I'll try is the same thing." Scratching the back of my head. "And she hasn't done anything to me. If anything, when I was poppin' pills, she tried- in her own little way, to stop me." I shook my head, then walked out of the room closing the door behind me because I'm not getting through to him.

Pops is NOT trying to hear what I'm trying to say. I walked back into the kitchen to hear Dalvin's big mouth ass talking loud as hell, causing me to walk right back out of the kitchen. I took the long way by walking up two long floors of stairs and went straight into Tia's room. Now, I know she wasn't in here, but her room is warmer than my cold room. She's helping out with the kids and I just need some space. I need a shower, so that's what I did. I took a steamy hot shower, then laid back down in her bedroom.

I had been lying here in the dark, alone for I don't know how many hours just thinking, and eventually started dozing off. The opening of the door is what woke me up. I saw that it was Tia and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Hearing her scramble around for something I cracked my eyes open, but she was already walking off to the bathroom before I could see anything. The bathroom light turned on as she closed the door.

The bathroom light stayed on for a good forty-five minutes before I saw it turn off it turned off, but she didn't even come back inside her bedroom that I'm currently inside. I waited in bed for twenty minutes until I decided to get up. Through the bathroom, I carefully opened the door connected to my bedroom and entered quietly. Immediately, I felt the cool air hit my whole body making me shiver.

"I thought you were asleep?" Tia spoke with her back to me, on her laptop.

I scoffed, "You thought wrong. How the hell did you know I was behind you? I was quiet." I spoke getting into bed knee first, before laying down behind her.

She turned to me with a small smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"What cha doin'?" I questioned. "Work on vacation? Again?" I raised my eyebrows with a smirk.

"Checking stocks." Tia replied not looking away from the laptop. "I pulled out of two and entered another. One of them I'm sure you're in too, the other I'm not so sure. I think you should pull out because at this point, we're losing money." She turned to me as she spoke and her glasses fell lower on her nose.

"Okay... Then I will pull out." I replied waiting for her to give me her laptop.

Instead, she typed in all of my information. This lady logged into my account, and scanned the screen with her eyes before clicking on the one she was looking for. She knows my username and password. I looked at her surprised because I had never given her this information.

"How you know my log in information?" I questioned. "I never told you..." I trailed off, squinting.

"I watched you type it in a couple of times and I remember. You see how much it went down and it keeps doing it, right?" She questioned. "It's lower than just twenty minutes ago, Donald."

"Yeah, but if you knew my information, you should have just pulled me out without question," I told her.

"No, that's not something I do." She replied. "This is yours, not mine. I don't want to go into your account without no permission."

"Excuse me? Is this the same woman who goes through my clothes and wears them?" I chuckled.

"A'ight, big head, that's apples and oranges. You know that."

"Apples and bananas... Beanies and weenies... It's still mine-" I replied and she turned around. "Correction: OURS," I told her and she giggled.

"I don't deal with people's anything that has money to do with it. Even if I had the permission to." She shook her head.

"Next time this happens, you can just pull me out too. You introduced me to this and I'm still learning." I replied.

"I- I don't know... Showing you exactly what it is will teach you anyways." She turned to me and began repositioning herself in a more sitting-up position in front of the pillows.

"Okay..." I moved the pillows against the headboard before sitting underneath her.

Tia immediately leaned back against me, showing me more of the stocks on my account, trying to teach me more about it. It's not that hard, it's just that I don't know exactly when to pull out. She knows all about this because business is what she majored in. After explaining more things to me, she logged out of my account and turned her laptop off, yawning, leaving us in the moonlight room.

"I'm thinking about going back to school... I don't know when. I just have to have to make time for it."

"For what?" I asked her taken aback. "You don't even need it. Yo cheap ass got money. When it's time to pay up you gon' be bawlin' yo eyes out heavy." I laughed.

"It's not just about money though. I actually like school and learning new things. That's why I'm a great listener."

"You are. That's why I like talkin' to yo big head ass." I laughed.

Chemistry. I want to be able to create my own products, so I won't need to hire people to tell me every time I wanna make a new product and what goes with what. It may be more money out of my pockets at the moment, but in the long run, I'll be saving more money."

"That's some smart shit, but you already work a lot as is. Do you know how much more you'll be working then?"

"I have an idea and I don't really mind. I mean, I don't really do anything else." She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

"Travel more. You don't want to regret this in the future. We can travel before we marry, have our kids, and whatnot." I told her.

"That's true." Tia nodded. "But because of who we are, we're going to travel then too."

"And- AND you got different stores and stuff, you can't be at all these different places at once, and you just can't do it all alone. You gon' stress yourself the fuck out. That's a hell of a lot of work." I replied.

"Getting lost in my work is therapeutic for me. It was my therapy before I even had one." She explained.

"But you're in therapy," I replied. "You started it for a reason."

"Work- it helped with so much more than that."

"Mhm, I understand where you're coming from. It does help with a lot of other things if it's something you enjoy." I replied.

"What is up with your father?" She asked me, turning around.

I exhaled, "It's..." I trailed off not knowing where to start.

"I tried to get to the bottom of it. I came to him and he acted cold. I just wanna know what have I ever done to him for him to act this way towards me? Has he told you anything?"

"You haven't done anything. I think it's- it's me... He keeps mentioning drugs and alcohol and shit, but I ain't doin' none of those things. The problem- what I THINK the problem is that he's trying to find a reason- a person, if you will, to blame if I was to relapse which I'm not." I replied. "No matter how reassuring I am and how hard I'm working towards staying sober, he ain't content."

"Oh, but doesn't his view of me in SOME way or another kinda like... Influence your perception of me... In some way?" She repeated. "Most people would like to have a warped perception of someone when they're close to the person that dislikes another person. After all, he is your father."

I shook my head at her nonsense. "What did I tell you the day we arrived at my parent's house during the summer?" I questioned.

"How're you gonna ask me a question when I asked you one first?" She pursed her lips.

"Because the answer is in the answer to my question, babe. Will you please answer the question?"

"Alright... I will." She nodded relaxing against me again as I entangled our fingers of our left hand. "You said that no matter what happens you'll still love me."

"I did and- so that's my answer to your question," I whispered.

"People aren't always in romantic relationships with people they love. Many people break up with people they love" She whispered.

I squinted at her. "Yeah... But I am in love with you, so what's your point?"

"I love you and am definitely in love." She said in response to what I said. "And that was my point. Close-knit families like yours and especially ones that genuinely care for your well-being, some people despite their own feelings will allow their family members' judgment to cloud their own at some point in time."

I glanced down at her. "Let me tell you this. Despite what I was being told by the fellas, I never let that shit affect my views about you. Though, some things they said DID make me wonder. It just never made me act differently towards you because deep down I knew. I just knew, so I see what you mean." I agreed with her statement. "Your brother clearly hates my guts. Does he in some way cloud yours though? I'm very curious since you mentioned it."

Tia shook her head. "My family is different, especially when it comes to Yasir. We aren't close-knit and our relationship or lack thereof is beyond repair. They have no say so when it comes to any of my relationships. But dad? I do trust his judgments though. The only judgment that I DO trust in that family, but I still make my own decisions when it comes to certain things."

"Plus, my family ain't that close. It may seem like it sometimes, but no. Your family may be different than mines, but it seems and I feel as if we're on the same page. Correct me if I'm wrong, love."

"I'd like to believe so, sure." She spoke in a French accent, agreeing with me. "We are, babe." She looked up at me with a smile.

"That's all that matter. Besides, when have I ever given a fuck about what other people think about what I decide to do in my life?"

"Never witnessed it." She chuckled.

"That's because that shit ain't ever happen." I laughed aloud. "When I say I mean something, I really do. I ain't takin' nobody I ain't serious about to meet my family. It may happen on accident sometimes, but yeah. I love you and ain't planning on going nowhere no time soon. We good."

"Soon, but in the future? Where will we be?" She turned to me with a goofy smirk. Her movement caused her to be on her side with her leg over mines. I can tell she's just playing.

"As a matter of fact, yes. No time soon, but in the future, WE will be in a different position-"

"Position?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Circumstances... And lifestyle." I corrected myself laughing. "But I'm the horny one?"

"You are. Almost anything I do sets you off and I don't even be trying." She playfully rolled her eyes before laying the side of her face on my chest. "Never happened before I had you against the kitchen counter."

"That's a lie, I just hid it more because I didn't want to be disrespectful when you said you wanted to wait." I raised one side of my lips. "So you won't be trying?"

"Effortlessly." She chuckled.

"A'ight." I relaxed my face. "This ain't got nothin' to do with now..." I trailed off.

"See..." She giggled against my chest, wagging her index finger at me.

"I'm just playin'," I revealed to her.

"No, you ain't. Why lie? I feel you right up under me becoming aroused. Can't hide it like a woman, but imma ignore it like you're trying to do." She replied.

True! I don't know why I'm lying, because I ain't even have any draws on under these shorts. I don't like to wear underwear all of the damn time either. My nuts have to breathe too. These shorts don't hold too much back, but I ain't all that hard up no way at the moment. It was the mention of her having me against the kitchen counter and the way she is looking.

"So if I don't ignore it, you won't either?" I questioned but didn't get a reply, I slipped my hands under the side of her bra. "Okay." I nodded, putting my face into her neck.

Then I removed my hand and reached over to the nightstand to turn on the light. "Babe, can you like... Be still? You're the lousiest pillow ever." Once I turned on the light and Tia sat up causing my hand to somewhat slip out the back of her bra. "Why the bright lights?" She wined squeezing her eyes shut and covering her eyes.

Softly pushing her away from me, I got out of bed, standing at the side of the bed.

"C'mere," I gestured in come hither motion with two of my fingers.

With our eyes locked together, Tia stood on her knees, then walked over a few steps on her knees to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Drawing me in with her almond eyes, I placed my hands on her waist, then trailed them down to her hips, bringing her closer. Slowly, she brought her face closer to mine and our lips locked against each other. The moment my tongue rubbed against her lip, her mouth opened wider against mine, tongue-tied and lip-licked, I leaned forward causing her back to arch toward me. One of my hands slid from her hips and up her back, caressing it and my left hand followed.

My lips traveled from her lips to her jawline, down her neck, and to her collarbone with my eyes watching her reaction intently. I trailed back up creating a whole other path back to her jaw. Remembering what I stood up for in the first place, I slid my hands back to her waist, abruptly stopping. Tia's lips connected to mines and for a few seconds, I kissed back before pulling away. Tia released my bottom lip and it popped back to my face.

She took a deep breath before speaking in a breathy tone. "What?"

"Damn, I thought you was gon' ignore that shit like you said? What happened to stickin' to your words?" I laughed.

"I did keep my word. I didn't go near it, did I?"

"Not physically."

"Then in what way?" She questioned. "THAT thing doesn't have a brain."

"How somethin' gon' have a head, but no brain?" I questioned. "I want to show you something," I said changing the subject.

Tia moved backward, before taking a seat on the bed. "You didn't need to show me, I said I felt-"

"That ain't what I turned the light on for. Get yo mind out the gutter." I spoke the reached into the drawer, grabbing the large yellow envelope.

Backing up, I looked back before taking a seat in the single-seated couch chair. I rubbed my hand down my face in frustration and in an attempt to calm down, thinking about stupid shit. It worked some too.

"Lemme show you somethin'." I motioned her over.

She nodded, looking directly at me with her chin resting on her knee, waiting patiently.

"Can you like come here so I can show you?" I asked her with rapid blinks.

Tia walked over to the end of the bed with her knees, before stepping into her slides and walking over to me. "What is it?" She calmly asked me, standing in front of me, and looking down.

I held my hand up indicating that I wanted her to grab it. Tia grabbed my hand and then took a seat on my lap with her legs strapped across one of the armrests. I handed her the envelope.

"Open it, and no this ain't no late Christmas gift or nothin' to you. It's more like one for myself even though I been had this for a while, BUT this is just another idea to let you know how serious I am about my future and most importantly ours." I explained as she took the papers out of the envelope. "This is a proud moment that I've been wanting to show you since April. Somethin' I just wanna share with you. I dunno, just read it."

She looked away from me and down at the papers with a squint. She did that u til she was tired of squinting and reached over to the nightstand to get her glasses. Tia began reading over all of the papers thoroughly because we sat there for a while in complete silence. She crossed her legs that are still over one of the armrests, wiggling her feet causing her whole body to bounce right in front of my face.

I closed my eyes for a minute before diverting my eyes off her and to the papers as a distraction. Every time I would decide to read something on a page, even though I know what was on there, she would already be turning the page, so I eventually gave up and just watched her. When she finally finished looking through all the papers, Tia turned to me with raised brows.

"Oh my goodness, you're debt-free!?" She asked me with her head tilted forward.

"Completely and I'm happy as hell too," I replied. "It was one of my New Year's Revolution last year to be done with all of this. I didn't have much left to pay. No credit card debt, no medical, no nothin'!" I said happily.

In the past, I was reckless with my spending. In the midst of that, I was running up credit card bills, medical bills from the frequent "illnesses", and just a long of stupid and unnecessary shit I didn't even need. When I was young, I took up a lot of credit cards that I just didn't or forgot to pay back, even though I had the money. Instead, I spent it on stupid shit. A lot of that shit I don't even have to this day, but was paying on that shit. That superstar-type lifestyle was reckless as fuck and isn't something I want or plan on falling back into.

It was harder to keep up with what was new because shit constantly change. I wasn't only swiping cards and shit for myself either, I was also buying those around me unnecessary shit too. This investing and stick shit really has been helping with that because the amount of money I accumulated and still accumulating from that alone is immaculate. If I have the means to pay it off plus some, then why let it either build up or let that mess continue to sit in my name?

No, getting my life together in all aspects is what I've been focusing on since becoming clean. I was in fact paying off my debt before even getting into this relationship, but it was little by little and it wasn't my top priority like I said, until before New Year's day last year. I had to make more money to pay money. I don't want to debt free and broke either. No good woman wants to marry no man in debt or a man who's ain't got no money, especially in her financial position. Now? I'm neither and cool.

Tia squealed loudly throwing her arms and legs around me. "I'M SO-" she took a deep breath, pulling back from me. She then lowered her voice to a normal pitch. "I'm so freakin' proud of you." She hugged me again, rocking side to side. "I would scream it aloud, but Dalvin is next door probably asleep."

"My brother can't hear shit goin' on in here." I chuckled.

"How do you know that?" She raised a brow.

"Because we can't hear shit goin' on in his room." I shrugged. "Shit, I just know," I said placing one of my hands between her thighs as warmth for my cold hands.

"We don't even be in here like that. If we are he doesn't even be in there. He's for sure in there today because he's nowhere downstairs."

"And? This payback for all those times we lived together and him keepin' me up." I laughed.

"That ain't got nothin' to do with me." She chuckled. "It says that your last and final payments were in late August. We were literally having a conversation about this a while back. That's crazy!" She pulled back again in disbelief. "In a good way."

"You ain't gotta tell me twice. I hear that shit in your voice."

"We have to do somethin' to celebrate. Tomorrow maybe?" She asked me hopefully.

I shook my head. "Nahh, we ain't gotta celebrate shit. My reward is being debt free and being more responsible."

"You sure?" She asked me.

I nodded my head, yes. "I'm sure."

"I shouldn't have even said anything and did something anyways." She said smacking her lips, then sat down in her previous position which is her legs being thrown over one side of the armrest with my hand resting on top.

"I'm glad you did. We have been going out to do somethin' every day anyways. Or almost every day. I'm good." I told her.

"Okay." She said letting her head fall back.

Her legs went to shaking again out of habit, making her whole body shake and a certain place on her body jiggle. What it also caused was friction due to her backside on me. I leaned in her direction to see her eyes closed with steadied breathing. I hitched my hand up a bit further up her inner thighs, thumbing the front portion of it, moving my other hand to her back.

"Babe?" I called out to her lowly.

One of her eyes peeked open. "Yes?"

"What you doin'?" I questioned.

With her voice full of sarcasm, she spoke, "Flying a fighter jet, Donald."

"Oh, for real?" I asked her. "Lemme try."

Both of her eyes opened. "Trying to relax," she said lacking sarcasm this time.

"Oh, for real?" I repeated. "Cause you doin' the complete opposite for me, but I'm SURE you can feel it," I said mocking what she said earlier.

Her eyebrows wiggled in confusion. "Well, lay back like me and close your eyes." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Not with you- Oh." I nodded in understanding. "Okay."

"Whatever that means..." She eyed me weirdly then her eyes closed again and her body relaxed.

Lifting her up, I reached into my shorts, readjusting myself in a more comfortable position then pulling my hand out again. I then sat on my side to get closer to her face. Since she was relaxed on me, that made her forelegs raise into the air, the back of her knees rested on the side of my leg, and putting my flush against her booty.

Her eyes remained closed throughout that small process, up until I was right up against her. Her eyes popped open, meeting mines. She rubbed down my groin, grabbed it, then pushed my leg back and away from her. That just gave my man more room to be comfortable.
I tucked my lip into my mouth, refraining from making any noise. She's always on fucking games!

She smiled up at me and with hesitation, she spoke. "De, babe, why- why is it that every time I get comfortable, you start fidgeting?" She questioned.

"You act as if you statue still. You ain't still either. Besides, I'm just tryna get closer to you." I whispered near her ear, caught in her gaze. "You know damn well why anyways and it's not every time. Just... Sometimes."

"I'm on top of you. How much closer do you need us to be?" She raised her eyebrows as she spoke. "Now that you've accomplished your attempt at getting even closer... Somehow, what now?" She gave an innocent look.

Say less! I moistened my lips with my tongue before moving in and finally attaching my lips to Tia's lips. My fingertips went up and down her navel, teasingly before going all the way up. Having to move in closer to kiss her jawline. I trailed back to her lips.

As our kiss grew hungrier, I lifted up, moving between her thighs. I swear that her head fell back like she was getting dicked down as she lightly inhaled. I love the effect I have on her, but at the same time, the way my brain interpreted that made it funny as fuck. It was so funny that I pulled away for a few seconds, resting my forehead on her neck with stifled sniggering.

"What?" She asked me.

Looking up into her eyes, I shook my head at her before proceeding forward by kissing her lips again. Being that I'm tall, I put my left foot on the floor, to increase my comfort in this chair that ain't big enough for us to be turned this way. I moved my left hand up the outside of her thigh to wrap it around my waist and grabbed the side of her face with my right. After she wrapped her leg around me, I slid my hand up her belly again and underneath her bra, squeezing her breast while moving down to her neck.

The sounds that are escaping her mouth as well as her nails being dragged down ever so softly send all types of feelings throughout my body, making me close my eyes. I had to pull away for a minute to calm myself a bit. My breath hitched with a hiss as I felt her fingertips move down my stomach, past my belly button, and under my shorts, because I didn't know she was gonna go straight into my shorts.

Upon looking up at Tia, I took a wild guess my lack of underwear caught her off guard, but just for a split second. However, her hand continued to its path. Rubbing her hand all the way down to the tip of my shaft, her lips attached to my neck. I felt her grip let up too much as she just began rubbing my groin with her fingertips. I looked back up at her to see her bottom tucked into her mouth. My dick twitched in my shorts.

"Ssss... Baaaeee..." I let out a moan that was just above a whisper, thrusting my hips forward, indicating that I needed more pressure. "

When I did move forward, she pushed me back into my previous position with her knee and continued to torment me with her actions. She pulled her hand out and continued to do so to my tip, but over my shorts, before pushing me away. I stood on one knee with my other foot holding me up on the floor. Tia sat up and wrapped her left leg around my waist again, I lifted her up and sat down on the couch, leaning against the pillow against the backrest because this couch is too damn small for my tall ass to be in that position.

Tia stood on her knees, looking down into my eyes, holding onto my face in complete silence. Her eyes fluttered at me. I brought her down to my lap and kissed her lips. She rocked her hips from then to my waist, against my groin with our lips locked and tongue wrestling. I gripped her booty, guiding her to put more pressure, dry-humping me.

"Mmm..." Tia let go of my face and grabbed both of my hands, stopping her movements.

Then she stood on her knees again, while I took that chance to wrap my mouth around her nipple, swirling my tongue around. Her hips moved backward against me, and my mouth remained latched onto her nipple. After unstrapping her bra, I pulled it off of her and attached my mouth to her right nipple. Her hand moved down to my lap, gripping me through my shorts. Her thumb rubbed against my tip switching between small and large circular motions.

Her head was thrown back at the pleasure she was reviewing from my mouth. I moaned against her nipples as my tongue swirled around them. She changed her hand movements quickly to that fingertips shit again. It's teasing, but it's for damn sure enough to set me off because my dick began to twitch and I let loose all inside my shorts. My mouth fell open against her breast as a long groan left my mouth.

I moaned in slight relief, my hands flush against her back onto her, and the side of my face against her breasts. "Mmmm, shit..." I groaned.

After finishing this small load, I calmed down a bit and I remained hard, but just not on brick. After taking a deep breath, I felt Tia's chest shaking. When looked up at her, I saw her laughing silently with tears coming out of her eyes, standing on her knees.

"What's so funny?" I asked her and my voice came out throaty.

"Wow." Tia stifled her laughter. "You, babe." She said holding her laughter back even more. "THAT was quick and I was just getting started. I didn't even truly lay hands on you."

"You was takin' too damn long and started to become painful. Teasing me." I chuckled.

Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against mines. "That's the point." She cheesed leaning her forehead on mine. "It's called foreplay for a reason, babe."

"I mean, you can even continue if you want to. I don't mind," I shrugged. "I want to know what you was about to do." I raised and then dropped my eyebrows. "I'm young and full of-"

"Mm-mm, NO!" She cackled, cutting me off on purpose. "Of course, your horny behind don't mind." She chuckled. "Gave a whole new meaning to just the tip and there's been a change of plans." She sighed.

I laughed, showcasing all of my teeth. "I can't stand yo ass," I told her due to that little tip joke.

"Apparently not... It definitely shows. Ain't stand too long." She hinted with a laugh, grabbing my semi-hard-on. "Though, I ain't complainin' about that quick ending." She shrugged. "And it WAS QUICK. You sure you gon' be able to handle my next moves?" She raised her eyebrow, amused.

I looked her in the eyes, not answering, before moving my chin down to look directly at her perky breasts that are staring me directly in the eyes and stuck my tongue out, flicking her hard nipple in a circular motion with just the tip of my tongue. Her eye contact was strong until I wrapped my mouth around it again. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes closed, and her head fell back. Tia's hand gripped my dick and she began stroking me.

"Donald, babe..."

Gripping her booty, I moved my hands underneath her, getting closer to her heat. I touched the outside of her panty which is wet. My fingers crept underneath the material and Tia lifted up into a squatting position causing my fingers to slip out of her panties.

"What you doin'?" I asked her. "You are the only person I ever knew to run from fingers. Shit unheard of."

Tia rolled her eyes at my remark and then began pulling down my waistband until my dick sprung out and immediately started stroking me again. Oh, so she wasn't running? I rubbed her booty, massaging it with my right hand, as my left caressed her thigh. My right hand moved forward, immediately feeling how wet she is right now. I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth and moaned at the feeling.

"Mmm, you wet as fuck." I whisper-moaned at her stroking me and the feeling of her slick pussy.

Then I moved her panties to the side from the inside. One of her legs moved back, indicating that she was about to change positions, but I grabbed her legs that were still standing and put her knee over my shoulder, lifting her hips, and making her torso fall backward, slightly losing her balance. Quickly, I held onto her back and she held herself up by holding onto my thigh.

Her swollen and aroused pussy was enough to hold her panties in place of where I put them. Coming face to face with it, I stared at it before bringing my face forward. My mouth connected and a quick gasp escaped her lips before it turned into a moan. I gripped her booty, holding her against my face with my lips wrapped against her clit, sucking and rolling my tongue against it.

"Mmmm..." She rolled her hips against my face in sync with the roll off my tongue. "Wait!"

She stopped and pushed my head back against the top of the backrest. A string of her juices is the only thing connecting me to what I wanted on my face and dripping onto my chest. I licked my lips as she moved the leg that was on my shoulder into a squatting position, before placing each leg onto the floor.

"How come you always give me a hard time when it's my turn?" I scooted my hips forward and leaned against the backrest of the couch chair, and hands folded on my stomach, comfortably.

She shot me a smile before squatting down in front of me. Tia moved my legs further apart then pulled the pillow from behind my back and placed it under her. She leaned on me with her upper arms flush against my thighs, looking up at me with a smirk.

"Babe, don't think too much into it."

"Am I bad or something? It's like you don't even- damn..." I moaned out as she ran her tongue ran down the back of my dick and her top lip tightened against the front of my dick. Her mouth slid up before her bottom lip enclosed around me.

She took me in more before her mouth left my dick. "I don't even what, babe?" She asked curiously, then squinted eyes and a smirk across her lips. Her fingertips softly slid up and down the side of my dick, sending chills up and through my body.

"Like- like-" I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to muster up my words.

She snapped her fingers at me to get my attention and spoke again. "Hello?" She said once I opened my eyes again. She took it in again. "Hmm?" She mumbled with her mouth full of me.

I shook my head from side to side, moving my whole upper body, gripping the armrest. Her tongue swirled around the rim of my tip at 360 degrees fast, but then she slowed down, bobbing her head. She didn't go all the way down, simply because she can't without a problem or slight pain on my end.

"Donald?" She spoke my name with her lips rubbing against my tip, speaking into and against the mic.

When she did, I inhaled sharply in pleasure and the mind games she was playing. She went down very slowly and did the same coming back up, then spoke into the microphone again.

"I'm sorry... Are you-" Her head jerked back, "are you ignoring me, Donald?" She asked me in seeming disbelief.

Knowing she will probably continue this torture, I mustered up my words to speak, not knowing what it is exactly I'm responding to, but knowing that I'm supposed to respond. "N- N- nnnnnn- mmm NO."

She let out a giggle before starting again very slowly for about thirty seconds before stopping again, but I remained in her mouth. "N- n- nnnn- nnn- nnnnn- NO?" She mocked with her tongue rolling against my tip with every fake stutter.

Tia stood on her knees, tall, and traced my veins, starting from the top, making her way down with the front and back of her tongue, getting it nice and wet. She made her way back up, doing the same thing, stuck my tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around, moaning.

"Mmmm." She released me with a pop. "Do you even know what you're responding to?" She spoke into the mic, putting emphasis on knowing and responding to roll her tongue against my tip, right along with her lips. "Do you remember the question?"

I quickly shook my head. Surprisingly, Tia didn't speak another word or ask another question. Instead, she broke eye contact and focused on pleasing me. Already sitting with my hips forwards, I leaned back on the couch with my arms resting on the armrest, my hands gripping the armrest with my senses heightened, jaw clenched, and low moans escaping the small opening of my mouth. My eyes popped back open when she started to go crazy, my mouth widened and an even louder grunt left my lips.

"I-" I clenched my jaw.

My dick twitch hard, then immediately spilled over onto her face and glasses. Again, that shit caught me off-guard. Tia instantly closed her eyes, while my head fell back. Then I felt her hand cover my tip, then replaced her hand with her mouth while she jerked me off with her hands. She did that shit until she felt me go almost all the way soft in her mouth and hand. When she grabbed my shirt, I opened my eyes again to see her wiping everything off of her face. She then looked up at me with a readable expression.

"I already know what you finna say." I shook my head, laughing. "Before you do, my bad."

"Donald... It ain't funny. Next time, could like... I don't know, warn me?" Tia chuckled. "You almost got me in the eye. My skin is sensitive and I don't wanna find out what it does to my skin."

"I tried!" I laughed. "My bad. It snuck up on me AGAIN. And you never know, maybe it will help your sensitive skin." I joked. "Glasses saved you."

"Two times in a row?" She raised her eyebrows. "It snuck up on you twice.

"Yes! You teased the fuck out of me both times. This the first time since we been in France that I been touched by someone other than my damn self." I replied.

"Glad you're honest." She laughed. "It's the last part that did it for me." She tucked her breasts back into her bra, giggling.

"I mean, it's the truth." I chuckled.

Tia shook her head, continuing to laugh, then stood up. I grabbed her hand- her sticky hand, pulling her closer with my bottom lip tucked into my mouth. I grabbed her other sticky hand and she tilted her head to the side. Our hand swung for a few seconds.

She exhaled. "Alright, you should put that thing away so we could get cleaned up and take our behinds to bed." She let go of my hands.

I spoke, "You ain't even get yours."

"So?" She shrugged her shoulders, still walking away. "And that's supposed to mean what?"

"Damn, you just don't care, huh?" I told her standing up and then tucking myself in. "Why the fuck am I tucking myself back into these wet ass shorts? I'm about to shower anyways." I pulled them all the way down.

"Me too." She said with the toothbrush in her mouth.

"You could go first," I told her, pulling my pants back up.

"You're messier. I'm going to definitely shower, but it was just my face and hands that were messy."

"No, it wasn't. Don't lie." I replied. "You did most of the work. I tell you what, imma just take a shower across the hall while you do your thing in here." I explained.

"You sure?" She questioned.

"Yeah, unless you just wanna jump in together right quick?" I joked, pointing to the shower with my thumb.

She spat her toothpaste out, "Sure." She nodded in agreement.

"Psych! I was just playin'!"

"You got jokes and so do I." She laughed.

"I guess so. Although I didn't laugh and neither did you." I said grabbing my soap and then turning back to her. "Damn what happened to your draws?" I laughed. "You took them things off quick as hell without me noticing."

"I'm not trying to get a yeast infection, so I took them off and of course, you didn't notice, you were on cloud nine." She raised her eyebrows.

"But when you stopped, my eyes opened, and not once did I see you reach down. Alright, imma go." I told her and then walked out of the bedroom, opening the door just enough for me to fit between it, before closing it.

Dalvin just so happen to be walking up the stairs as I was on my way past his room. He shot me a look then his face scrunched up.

"Ewww, nigga. What the fuck you got on yo clothes?" He asked me then started laughing. "That's some nasty ass shit. You know, for while you had me thinkin' Tia was in there doin' somethin' freaky and I had to leave the fuckin' room because you got loud for whatever reason. Now I know it was just YOU and you ALONE. Grow up." He laughed going into his bedroom.

"That's the reason I didn't want his bedroom nowhere near ours," I mumbled to myself, making my way across the hall.

Twenty minutes later, I finished showering, got dressed, and headed back to my bedroom. The light in the bathroom turned off and out came Tia with a towel on. She saw me and walked backward right back into the bathroom, awkwardly. She left the bathroom door open and walked into her room.

"My bad, I thought you were still in the shower. I need to get dressed." She closed the door to her room.

So I showered, got dressed, and everything else and she's just now getting out? Tia came back into my room in her underwear a good twenty more minutes later.

"You still awake?" She took a seat on the bed.

"Nope. I'm just laying here, asleep and dreamin' that I'm awake and talkin' to you." I replied, pulling the covers back for her, then turning on my back.

"Ahhh, keep speaking because, after a while, your dream will be of me not responding." She got underneath the covers.

I looked over at her. "Alright, I'm tired, boss. Let me rest for real."

"What was stopping you before?" She whispered.

"You. This is my room and it's colder than a crocodile in Antarctica. And I just showered. Bring it on in." I laid down on my side, moving closer to Tia.

"Mm- mm, might as well turn around. You the cold one, not me." She told me.

"You want me to be the little spoon?"

"Yeah, you cold right?" She asked already knowing the answer. "Okay. Ain't nothin' wrong with it."

"Imma try and imma tell you if I like it or not." I turned away from her.

"You act like I'm a dude, who's trying to get a piece of your ass." She laughed grabbing one of my cheeks.

"Tia!" I shouted at her, clenching my cheeks, and turning my head around. "Babe, c'mon, stop playin'!"

"Okay, you can unclench them, I'm done playing." She laughed quietly. "Relax."

"I'm for real."

I felt her scoot up against me, so her head could be at the same level as mines. "What if my hand just accidentally slip? You know... Like yours does sometimes." I can feel her chest moving, indicating that she's laughing.

"Tia..."

"Hmmm?"

"Please go to sleep." I chuckled. "And don't touch my ass even on accident."

"I'm not, DANG..." She said wrapping her arm and leg around me.

"Goodnight," I said feeling my eyelids weighing heavy, and yawned.

"Goodnight." Her foot slid down the front of my shorts, and she tucked it between my legs.

"Babe." I turned my head. "Can you not?"

She lifted her head. "Now what?"

"You can't be doin' that. You should already know that."

She sighed, "what, babe?"

"Just- goodnight." I chuckled, shaking my head, then turned back around to sleep. "For real this time. And this is comfortable as fuck."

Tia slid her hand up my shirt and stroked my chest. I eventually fell asleep to it. "Goodnight."

Author's Note: Y'all writing these nasty behind words are just beyond me. Shoot, the amount of curse words I wrote is ridiculous because, in reality, I don't even curse or say this nasty stuff. Call me weird because of my BIG age, but HEY... 🤷🏽‍♀️

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