Please excuse ANY errors.

December 31, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

My sweet dreams were interrupted by the sinking of the bed. It was a deep sink that almost made me roll over, then a long arm wrapped around me, resting on the small of my back. My eyes remained closed as I lay on Donald's chest with my hand resting on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, rubbing my back. Once I got comfortable, I realized that he was sweaty.

"Ewww," I turned my body around, facing the direction that was opposite of him.

"How rude. Ewww, what?" Donald asked me as I got comfortable again, trying to sleep.

I waved him off, then began to drift off again. He kissed his teeth, scooting closer to me. So close that his cool breath is directly behind my ear. Donald wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me flush against his body. He began to rub my forearm and kiss my upper arm. His kisses trailed to my neck, to my jaw, then to my cheek. It feels good, but I just need a little bit more sleep.

"Let me sleep," I replied bringing my shoulder to my neck.

"You got to get up though," he whispered in my ear. "Come on, babe. You got to start your day. We got places to be."

"We're on vacation, Donald. What plans?" I asked him tiredly.

"My plans for us. It is New Year's Eve," he whispered directly in my ear. "Babe, wake up."

"Just thirty minutes more?" I asked him.

"It's a quarter to two and we have an appointment somewhere. We're expected," he whispered again. "Please get up."

I turned to him, "Is it really that late?"

"See for yourself," he gestured towards the clock and I fell back onto the pillow. "Just gon' take my word for it, huh?" He chuckled, "took lazy to a whole new level."

"I'm getting up," I murmured.

"I should have opened the-" he got up and I heard his house shoes dragging against the floor, "window," he said as I saw bright red under my eyelids due to the sunlight. "Wake up everybody no more sleepin' in bed," he began to snap his fingers making a beat as he spoke/sang. "No more backward thinkin', time for thinkin' ahead," I opened my eyes to him doing his little two-step.

I sat up, bursting into laughter.

"So I'm funny to you?" He said still dancing and snapping. "Haters are going to hate."

I covered my mouth, shaking my head. I moved to the edge of the bed. "Oh, no. There's no hate coming from me, I'm just amused. Keep going," I motioned a said clapping with his snaps and bobbing my head.

"Mama used to say, "Take your time young man. Don't you rush to get old." Mama used to say, "Take it in your stride." Mama used to say, "Live your life," he said dancing to the Junior song. Donald is also a Junior.

"Wait a minute. How did you change the song when you didn't finish the first one?"

"It's my concert. I do whatever I want. All you got to do is watch and enjoy," he still is dancing.

"I get what I paid for and I didn't get a full song," I replied.

He turned his pockets inside out, "Exactly, you get what you PAID for. This is a FREE .99¢ live concert," he turned around and slid to the side with his shoulders hunched up.

"That ending was smooth!" I clapped.

He bowed, "Thank you! Thank you! I'll meet one of y'all backstage, but the rest of y'all cheap asses can have a good night."

I looked around, "Oh, he talkin' to y'all." I pointed beside me.

"I'm talkin' to YOU," he replied.

I stood up, pointing to my butt. "This ass?" I asked him. "Oh, she's invaluable, honey."

"Let's see," he walked closer and began counting on his fingers. "Seven, eight, nine, TEN fingers!" He said slapping my booty with both of his hands, then gripping it, making me jerk forward.

"It's worth ten fingers?" I asked him sitting down on the bed.

"No, it earned ten. Also, you just paid for my concert," he replied. My mouth opened. "I don't work for free."

"My butt earned TEN fingers?" I asked him. "She doesn't want it."

"Ass cheeks, okay?" He asked me laughing. "You're ridiculous."

"You said it, not me," I shrugged.

I stood up straight as I noticed that his eyes shifted to the bathroom, then at me. We both began walking towards it, then we both began to run. When we made it to the doorways we squished one another trying to get through, laughing. I turned to the side and entered, rushing to the toilet.

"That ain't fair. You used over here usin' your feminine superpowers. I got to pee," he replied.

I pulled down my underwear and sat on the toilet. "At this point, you're schizo." I swirled my finger in a circle The crowd? And now I have superpowers?" I raised my eyebrows.

"You have been teasing me since the day everybody else arrived. You know you ain't got nothing on underneath there and you rubbed up against me and you not even peeing," he replied, pointing to me with a smirk.

"Ahh, come on," I threw my hands up. "I was just trying to get inside. I used my brain being that we can't both fit through the doorway facing forward. I'm not peeing because you're here. She gets stage fright," I smiled.

He nodded, "Stage fright my behind. That's a lie and a half."

"Over here jocking my style. Babe, I have to pee. Can you get out of the bathroom?" I asked him. "There's a whole other bathroom to use."

"I'll be waiting for this one on the other side of the door," he replied, holding back laughter.

Once he walked out, he left the door cracked open and I heard him laughing extremely hard. I shook my head, chuckling while peeing. When I finished, I flushed the toilet and began washing my hands.

"You finished?" He asked me from the other side.

"Yes," I replied.

"I can come in now?" He asked me.

"Yes, Donald. You can come inside," I replied. Once he stepped foot inside, I had to ask. "You seemed to be up way before me. Why didn't you go then?" I asked him.

"I was busy doing other things," he replied with his back to me, urinating.

"Doing what? This is a little weird, you know?" I asked him.

"What's weird?"

"Me standing here while you're taking a leak," I replied, turning off the water.

"We ARE weird," he laughed.

"The word you doesn't include the letters T-I-A. I'm not in you," I replied.

"You have been in me-" he turned around, squinting at me. "I walked right into that one didn't I?"

"My mind didn't even go that way. Not until you said something," I told him grabbing my toothbrush from its case.

"Good," he said grabbing tissue.

"Aww, you look nice in your Looney Tunes pajamas," I cooed looking at him through the mirror.

"You're embarrassing me, babe," he smiles. "I'm finally able to wear them after you did."

"I used it to go downstairs in the rental. They were closest to me at the time."

"Hmm. Funny how m- OUR clothes seem to be around when you do anything," he replied with a smile.

I pointed to my face, "I don't think it's so funny. However, it is a coincidence."

"Mmm," he replied now brushing his teeth and I did the same.

I turned on the radio and let whatever CD that's inside play. We showered in separate bathrooms and when Donald finished, I saw him enter the bathroom in his robe.

"Most of my things are in here," he spoke over the music. When I put on my bathrobe to deep cleanse my face. "I need help," he spoke.

"Yes, you do," I spoke with wide eyes, looking at him through the mirror. "With what?"

"Can you to wax my the underneath part and sides of my face with whatever you be usin'? I don't have time for razor bumps. I just want you to clean me up," he replied. "It's not the hot wax this time, but the other one."

"I know. Donald, I got you. I don't even have my hot waxing kit. I thought you said that you didn't want me to do it again?"

"I did, but it also lasts longer," he replied. "I don't want to be bothered with it as often. Don't be rough on me though."

"Rough? I have to pull it fast or do it multiple times which will eventually cause irritation. You think I WANT to torture you?" I asked him laughing.

He raised his eyebrows. "You do it in other ways..." He trailed off with a chuckle. "So why not?"

I popped my mouth at him. "Man, alright," I playfully rolled my eyes. "That be you MOST of the time. Take what happened before we showered for instance. I'm not some psycho who gets off on hurting others."

"Hmm, you sure about that?" He asked me with a grin.

"Hey, don't forget that I'm the one about to wax your face," I joked with flared nostrils and hopped on the countertop to sit.

"See?" He said laughing.

"You exfoliated your face?" I asked him washing my hands, still sitting on the counter, then dried it on Donald's robe.

"I did," he nodded, pulling the jar from his pocket. "This the one. I think?" He raised his eyebrows, "I hope. You have a whole towel on and you use my robe?"

I looked at the jar, "this is it." I opened the jar. He's too tall for me to be just standing all that time. "I did use your robe because I used my towel on my body already. Your germs are the only thing on that robe. Which is better yours or mine?" I asked, pulling him closer by the bathrobe.

"Careful. I ain't got nothing on under this," he gave me a look.

I gasped with sarcasm. "No..." I trailed off with a smile. "I already knew that when you walked in here. Lift your head up for me, Donald."

He lifted up and I began to wax the underneath portion of his chin as he held onto the edge of the counter with his eyes closed. The underneath of his chin took a long time.

"Let me do the side," I spoke in a whisper, focused.

He cocked his head to the side. My arms quickly got tired because Donald and I had a hard workout session yesterday and I'm a bit sore. He went extra hard in the gym, releasing so much tension. Instead of sitting, I got in a squatting position with my knees pointed to the ceiling.

"Your tall behind have to bend down," I chuckled. "I can't reach that high because my arms are kind of hurting."

"A'ight," he replied following my direction.

I continued to wax him. Donald licked his lips, then his bottom lip tucked into his mouth and he had this look in his eyes. I glanced down at him for a split second and chuckled. I turned his head to the other side. One side didn't take too long because he doesn't have much on the side, just a little taco meat on his jawline because he never could grow hair on the sides. My sperm donor has the exact problem according to my grandmother. I pulled the wax off. Donald began rubbing my thighs in a circular motion.

"Does it hurt?" I asked him.

"Nah, not really," he replied. "I've had tattoos and if they don't hurt then this is nothin'," he chuckled. "That hot wax is another story."

The room fell silent. Well, other than my music that Donald decided to turn down when he entered the bathroom. Who turns the music down to look for something they need?

"What's on your mind, love?" I finally got the courage to ask him that question.

"Mm," is the only response received from Donald and the corner of his mouth turned down as he shrugged. Not angrily, but still down nevertheless.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I replied focused on waxing his face. When I finished, I looked around for the cotton balls and witch hazel. "Where is the co-" I grabbed it as it was beside me.

I poured the witch hazel on the cotton ball and rubbed it across his cheeks.

"I thought you were bout to say something else," he laughed.

"Such as?" I asked him, moving the cotton balls away and grabbing his moisturizer to moisturize his face.

"It's been a while," he replied, but I don't know what the heck he was talking about AND it doesn't answer my question.

I hit him with the look of confusion, as he moistened his lips with his tongue. "What?"

"Can I taste it?" As Donald asked me, he had a hopeful look in his eyes.

My eyebrows rose, then dropped as I cleared my throat and exhaled. I closed my eyes for a bit, before opening them and removing his hands. "I don't want to be late," I replied.

"We are not going to be late. It's like-," he looked at the clock, "-only one," he replied turning back to me.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "one?" I looked at the clock.

"One."

"One? It was a quarter to one when you woke me up. How is it one when we played around for a bit, and everything else in between?" I moved my head over to look at the clock and it was only 1:03.

"I thought you knew and eventually looked at the clock yourself. I just need you up because you tend to run on CP time," he replied. "We not gon' be late. I just want us out by three and I can- we can eat anytime. Anyways, what was the first question you asked me- never mind, but the answer to the question is the way you're sitting right now," he finally answered, rubbing on the outside of my thighs.

"The way I'm sitting? I'm squatting," I said taking a seat on the counter with the bend of my knees directly against the edge of it.

I'm sitting as far back as possible without the bottom portion of my legs having to stick up, but my back is straight. Donald is standing right between them. I made sure to fix my towel. "Why were you all sweaty this morning when you got back into bed?"

"I did a few workouts in the living room. A few push-ups and some other thing while you were still asleep," he replied.

"You really have been going hard," I nodded.

"I am," he nodded.

I chuckled with my forehead against his chest. I inhaled deeply before picking up the beard moisturizer, rubbed it on my hands, then rubbed it on his face. "So you really lied about the time?"

"I did and I'm sorry," he replied, exhaling deeply. "You must love touching all on me because I didn't ask you to do all of these other things," he chuckled. "I just asked for a wax."

"Alright. I don't ask you to do all that you do either, BUT you still do it," I responded, massaging the contents into his beard with my fingertips. "I also don't mind doing things such as this."

"Thanks for doing it," he chuckled. "I don't want to sound ungrateful."

"You don't."

"Now that you know about the actual time, do you have a change of heart?" He asked me.

"Mm," I replied not giving a real answer as he did earlier.

Instead, I then rubbed the body butter on my hands, then into his beard to seal the moister. I began rubbing the rest of his neck with my fingertips. My nails are naturally long, so they rubbed the space above my fingertips which sent a shiver down his body.

"You already have on lotion, right?" I asked him.

"That's about the only thing I did do after I showered," he replied.

"Good," I spoke just below a whisper. I rubbed more onto his body. "I'm just sealing in the moisture."

He stared at me silently, I can feel it. I continued to moisturize his body, going further down, and opening his robe more.

"What flavor is it?" He finally spoke.

"Flavor?" I asked giving him a look of disgust. "Do you be eating it or something?" I chuckled.

"You know, I try," he nodded, "more often."

I caught on, not looking up at him at all. I continued to rub my body butter all over his body but halted my actions. "Oh, so you should already know how it tastes, yes?"

"I should," he agreed with me as I started rubbing the contents into his body again, "but I don't."

I finally averted my eyes up to his, "oh, okay," I said in a whatever tone and I left it at that as I made it to his V line.

"Taste buds regenerate every two weeks and in dog years- you do the math," he responded.

"So you're calling us dogs, DeGrate?" I crossed my arms.

He shocked through his nose and shook his head, "No, love. I was in my past life, but not anymore."

"Dogs usually don't eat cats, they chase them," I replied sticking my fingers into the container again. "And view them as toys," I chuckled.

"We're both neither, my love," he chuckled.

"I like to play," I said suggestively.

"You always have."

I massaged the body butter onto his V line with my thumbs. Donald's body became even more tense as his abs flexed. His dick is hidden behind his robe, but he's aroused as I saw it jump a bit, though it's pressed up against the front of the counter. A smile spread across my face and I dropped it before I looked at him again. He had this odd look in his eyes, maybe because of my nonchalant response.

"Why has the taste become something you're so interested in?" I finally asked him looking at his chest and massaging it. "And so often too?"

He lifted my chin, "You really want to know, huh?" He stared me directly in my eyes and my expression answered the question. "Mm," he nodded, rubbing his fingertips up and down my arms.

"Donald?" I asked him, waiting, still looking up at him.

Donald's hands switched to my outer thighs, his fingertips stroking them. Before, he was rubbing the entirety of my thighs. "Watching you cum is the second most beautiful sight. The first one is just watching you, but watching and hearing you cum is just beautiful sight to see and arousing. The thought of it is-" he close his eyes. "Yeah," he replied with his eyes still shut.

That's very... Titillating. I looked down with my eyes closed. I'm not the freaky type, BUT I feel the same way about him. Although, I do enjoy teasing him just as much as I like watching and hearing his cum.

He lifted my chin again, pecking my lips repeatedly, continuing to rub his fingertips on my outer thighs. "And that pussy tastes so fucking delightful," he kissed me again, but this time deeper. "Watching that pussy throb for me to give it some attention is arousing. Everything about it is quite pleasant."

I pulled away breathlessly, my chest slightly heaving. I cleared my throat, holding his hands flat against my thighs to stop his hands from caressing my thighs, then looked up at him nodding. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Hush, that's enough," I said holding my finger to his lips, regaining control over my hormones. Donald's lips puckered against my finger and I pulled my finger away. I patted his face. "You'll be fine. I promise," I smiled, indicating that I wanted another kiss by lifting my chin up and leaning forward. He leaned down, hastily kissing my lips. When he pulled away, it was quick. "It's like that?" I asked him, then looked back down, just watching my hands and fingertips massage his body. I looked back up at him to see him squinting down at me.

"You'll be fine. I promise," he replied with a twisted mouth, mockingly, but it was also a response to my question.

Whatever! I rolled my eyes at him before I looked down again, massaging the contents into his v-line, going down slowly, focused. His robe is open from the waist up which is all my doing. The only reason it's not open below his waist is because Donald is against the counter.

Donald pulled me closer to him by my legs, grabbed my jaw, and lifted my face with his lips hovering over mine. My eyes averted to his the moment he grabbed my jaw. His other hand is placed at the small of my back. He did all of that just to peck my lips... After he pecked my lips, his lips sort of hovered mine again before he brushed his lips against mine. Finally, I rubbed my fingertips against the base of his robe-covered dick. I slid myself back with the bed of my knees against the edge of the counter. I gently grabbed the collar of his robe and my hands traveled back down to his chest as I pushed him away.

Donald's face held pure confusion, which I figured, but then his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the grin on my face. I'm only grinning because I like what trying to be revealed. My eyes shifted back to his as he exhaled deeply, shaking his head at me. I used my feet to pull his robe apart as it was not tied tightly. I wanted to see it spring up, but I'd rather look at his facial reaction which changed into a smirk.

I pulled him closer to me with my legs, almost sliding forward due to my own arousal that was all over the countertop. When I pulled him close, his dick is pointed up against my stomach, but I still have my towel on. I lifted up and scooted back once and his dick fell against the edge of the part of the towel that was against my thighs. It's not as hard as it was before because he thought that I was just teasing him again, so that is why it fell. Also, due to all the body butter on my hands, I almost slipped when I lifted myself up.

This time around, Donald lifted me up and moved me back almost the way I was prior to pushing him away from me. I saw it growing and rising before my eyes right against my leg. It's literally a couple of centimeters from my pussy. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together so badly, but can't because Donald and his dick were between them. I looked up at Donald again and rubbed my hands across his chest. The reason I put so much body butter on him is so I won't have to keep reaching for the container.

I leaned forward, with my chin lifted, then rested my chin in the middle of his chest. Basically, I'm blocking his view with my large head with a grin on my face. His bottom lips tucked into his mouth again as I felt his dick jump. His tip brushed against my pussy in the process as it jumped. I let out a gaspy moan, closed my eyes, and placed my forehead against his chest with my hands balled up into a fist against his chest. My body tensed up.

"Shit," I hissed/muttered to myself, though it came out as a moan. Then I tightly squeezed my lips together.

Donald lifted me up again by my thighs, this time pushing me all the way back like how I sat before he pulled me closer. He avoided all pelvic contact with mines as much as possible. He even scooted back a little himself. He lifted my chin up and I rested it against his chest.

"You straight?" He asked me in a husky, whisper tone, rubbing my cheek, and I nodded in response. "Will you. Allow me. To taste. That. Pussy?" He spoke slowly.

I chortled, getting myself together. My cockiness only stopped for a second or a few, but cockiness is back. With my chin still against the middle of his chest, I rubbed eight fingertips against his dick. I then used my thumbs at the top as my other fingers caressed the underneath of his dick. His jaw tensed up and his eyes closed a little longer than they would during a blink, before opening again.

"Damn..." He shook his head, then his hips began to slowly thrust. "Hoh!"

Well, that is before I stopped him with the bottom of my legs. "DeVanté, not so fast," I told him.

"It's gon' be faster than you think," he breathed, speaking in a gruff tone.

My eyes widened and my mouth became agape as I shook my head at his words. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No." I raised and then dropped my eyebrows. I moved one hand to his face, bringing him closer. "You will pace yourself no matter what. I hope you're listening and most importantly understanding. Understand?" I whispered into his ear, but like I meant it. Donald moved back to look me in the eyes, looking taken aback. "Do. You. Understand?" I repeated slowly.

"I- I guess..."

He tends to cum so quickly and I don't even get to do all that I anticipated doing to him in moments like these. The only time that didn't happen is the very first time. Take the last time as an example, it was quick. It's not me making fun of him at all because I know the foreplay, teasing and the fact that he doesn't have sex has everything to do with it too. However, I do sometimes enjoy that I'm able to make it happen fast. I swiped my hand across his dick, but just a mere swipe. There's no resting there or stroking going on.

"Y- you guess?" It was my turn to mock him. "Guess a-fucking-gain," I replied moving my other hand back down to his dick.

I grasped it with one hand and held the palm of my hand in front and against his tip. I began stroking him while rubbing the palm of my hand against his tip in a circular motion.

He held my head with both hands, moaning and groaning. The look on his face says that he's about to nut already, so I stopped. "Not. So. Fast," I repeated and he leaned down. "DeVanté, pace yourself," I whispered softly with my lips brushing against his. I began kissing up and down his jawline. He squeezed my waist as I began to slowly stroke him with my dominant hand.

"A'ight," he finally replied, squeezing my waist. He nodded at me and let out a low and muffled moan. "Mmm," he twisted his head to the side with his eyes closed.

"Alright as in for sure or you'll try?" I asked him with a grin then grabbed his bottom lip with mines and he just looked down at me.

There's a heck of a lot of unanswered questions going on. "Mmm," I looked down at his dick as I continued to lightly stroke his dick.

I then put my face into his neck and smiled into it. My middle fingertip ran down the nape of his neck and my middle fingertip soon followed behind. I felt his hairs stand up. You know what? Screw it! If he does cum fast, he just does. We're both getting enjoyment out of it anyway.

"That dick is so big," I whispered into his ear, then grabbed his earlobe with my lips.

He grabbed my hand that was around his dick and applied more pressure as I've been only lightly stroking. When Donald let go and I loosened my hand again.

"If you want me to do something, all you have to do is ask or respond," I told him then lowered my voice. "Do you want me to grip that dick harder?"

"Squeeze that dick for me, Tia," he whispered looking down into my eyes. "Ahhh ssssss," he moaned because I immediately did it once he told me to.

Donald grabbed the side of my neck, then slid his hand to my jaw, pushing me back. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing my lips. I felt his hands untying my bath towel. He broke our kiss to look down at my now bare breasts. He started to feel all over my breast then eventually turned to playing with my nipples and then looked into my eyes while doing it. He pressed his lips against mine again, but this time hungrier.

My neck is really starting to hurt from looking up at Donald so much due to our height difference of him standing and me sitting, so I got into my squatting position where my knees are pointed up at the ceiling. I did all that while keeping my grip, and pace, while he was kissing me taking me by surprise.

Being in this squatting position allows us to be closer in height and distance. I intentionally made sure that I'm so close that he feels my arousal dripping onto him, more specifically onto his dick.

I broke our kiss, "you still want to taste my pussy?" I asked him with our lips brushing together.

He backed up some to look at my wet pussy. He had to because my breasts are blocking his view. His backing away only left me with a small portion of his dick in my hand, but I continued to play with it.

"Damn," that one word he spoke, came out in a moaning tone, then he bit his lip, shaking his head.

Donald brought his hand down to touch my pussy and I really want him to, but his hand only made it under me, catching some of my arousal. Before he could actually touch my pussy, I placed my unoccupied hand into his wet one, guiding him close to me again. As he moved closer, I got a better hold of his dick, stroking it extremely slowly. I lifted up some, still squatting, but my knees aren't as pointed. His lips went to my neck sucking and licking making me more wet, as he began thrusting into my hand at a different pace than what I was doing.

"Look at me," I grabbed his jaw. "Do you still want a taste of this pussy?" I asked looking him dead in the eyes.

"Mm, let me taste that pussy, Tia," he whispered back.

I reached down with my free hand and rubbed my pussy, getting my fingers well lubricated before bringing it up to my mouth and shoving them inside before kissing him. Donald's forearm looped under my legs and his hands gripped my booty, hoisting me up to where his face and my breath are at near height.

"Woah," I said taken by surprise as my plans changed, but my grip remained.

The only differences are he's forced to thrust into my hand in an upward direction, I can't twist my hand as I did before and his legs are slightly bent at the knees. Because he's thrusting up and he's holding me, my body automatically bounces up and down. His mouth went straight to my breasts. He kissed around my nipples before putting them into his mouth, switching sides. It's like we're having sex, but we aren't.

"DeVanté," I moaned with my head falling back and for the first time today, my grip on his dick loosened unintentionally.

When I noticed, I gripped him again and his thrust got harder and choppier. Our moans filled the air and he also vibrated against and throughout my breasts. His pleasurable moans and groans grew, egging me on. He slapped my ass.

"You want me to make that dick cum?" I manage to speak through my own moans as his breathing quickened. I squeezed my hand ever so often around his dick matching the contraction of my pussy.

"Uhn," he moaned and his body began to jerk as he started cumming. "Oh, shiEET!" He moaned against my breasts.

His thrusts no longer met the pace of my hands and his eyes closed tightly. Between all of Donald's moans, I either felt some of his cum hit my pussy, butt and heard it hit the countertop.

"Cum on that pussy," I told him.

"Oh, my God! Uhn. Uhnn! Mmm," his body jerked between every moan as he gripped my booty and almost dropped me.

As he shook, the bend of my legs remained draped over his forearm. I felt his dick start to become limp in my hand, eventually falling out of my hand. I remained hoisted in his arms as he tried to get his breathing in control, watching him intensely. He finally sat me down on the counter, in the mess we made. He rested his head against my forehead with his hands rubbing my thighs, still catching his breath. Once he caught his breath, lifted his head, kissing my lips with less lust and just pure passion.

"That's some next-level freaky shit," he said once our kiss broke. "I just want to let you know that you play too much," he pointed with his index finger at the side of my head.

I just smiled in response, even though I wanted to laugh, "I know. Tell me something I don't know." That's a response to the second portion of his statement.

"You know what else you should know?" He raised his eyebrows at me and I just waited for him to tell me. "I still ain't get a chance to REALLY taste that pussy. Although, the way you did it was so sexy as fuck. You gon' let me do it the way it should be done?"

I tucked my lips into my mouth, "no," I shook my head. "I don't want you to taste it," I gave a long pause, looking at him the disappointment spread across his face, but acceptance. I continued, "I want you to eat this pussy."

His bottom lip went into his mouth again as he grabbed my ankles, moving them onto the wet and slippery counter. I held onto the portion of the countertop behind me as he folded them back and I laid the back of my hand against the mirror. My eyes met his as he began to rub my pussy with three fingers. I pressed my lips against each other, holding back sound.

"I don't like it when you do that," he told me and I loosened my lips. "You already know that and that's why you doin' it. Ain't nobody here, so you ain't got to muffle nothin'."

His hand slid down and he inserted his middle finger inside of me teasingly slow.

"Hm," I let out an abrupt moan, swiveling my hips, before he grabbed my waist, holding me in place.

"Tia?" Donald gave me a look and my lips popped out of my mouth again.

"Yes?" I asked and it came out more like a moan.

"Exactly," he replied to me then looked down at my throbbing pussy that was contracting against his finger. He slid it out slowly, "mm mm mmm," he shook his head and slid his finger inside of me again.

With my mouth slightly agape, I let out a moan, shutting my eyes. I felt his breath near my face, then near my breast, before he began to slowly kiss all over them.

"Babe..." I moaned, still rotating my hips as much as I can regardless of him holding me in place.

If he really wanted to, he can definitely hold me in place. Donald attached his mouth to my nipple. His tongue swirled around my nipples, constantly switching sides and letting go with a pop. He finally stood up again, pulling his finger out. His large hands slid up to my waist, holding me. He let go, closing and tying up his robe.

"I'm taking this to the bed so we can both be more comfortable," he said picking me up and carrying me out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, engrossed in a deep kiss. Donald placed me on the bed. I wiggled up the bed some. He pulled me right back down. "Wait, babe. What you doin'?" He asked me confused, pulling away from my lips, but his hands continued to caress my sides and thighs.

I didn't say a word and he pressed his lips against mine, pulling me into another deep kiss. His lips began to trail down to my neck and soft moans escaped my mouth. My eyes closed as his trail made it to my breasts. His caressing hands turned into fingertips as his mouth connected to one of my nipples. My moans got louder, then I opened my eyes to see him watching my reaction intently. My feet rubbed the back of his legs as my body rolled into his while I rubbed my hands up and down his back.

He pulled away with a moan, "mm, you can't be grinding against me like that. I'm naked under this robe," he reminded me. "Shit," he moaned out, then grabbed my legs, pushing them back.

He continued to kiss down my body, eventually making it to my navel. Donald began to kiss my thighs. The moment his breath hovered over my pussy, the phone rang. It's on the bed near my head.

"Ignore that shit," he replied with his lips brushing against my pussy.

"Huh?" I mumbled, confused.

He kissed my pussy, making me scoot up the bed, away from him. That made part of his finger slip out, "cat has my tongue, but you heard me."

Donald then placed his tongue on my clit, moving close. He went up with the front of his tongue and back down with the back of his tongue. Moaning and rocking against his face, I realized that the phone is underneath me. Donald pulled me back down the bed with the front of his tongue going up and back down with the back of his tongue but at a faster pace. It kept ringing and eventually stopped, but a few seconds later, I started to ring again.

"Don't answer that shit," Donald told me.

Why the hell would I answer the phone? I'm trying to get mine. I think he just wants to fuck with me.

"Ba-" my body jerked as his finger slid into my pussy with the very tip of his tongue moving at a fast pace against my clit. "Fuhh-"

"Don't pick up that phone, Tia," he repeated, but slightly different.

I moved slightly and immediately heard a click of the phone just as he began to swirl his tongue. Both things made me gasp, half pleasurable, and halfway panicked. Bracing myself, I grabbed the phone, as he continued. I don't think he didn't hear it. His mouth wrapped around my clit directly after I pressed the green button. I pursed my lips together, keeping quiet.

"Junior?" His mother spoke into the phone and I swear all the blood drained from my face and I pressed the red button on the phone.

I pushed his head away, "ba-babe!? Stop!" I held my thighs together with my legs still in the air.

He got off of his knees, looking down at me. "Who is it?"

"Your mother," I replied.

"You're lying!?" He raised his eyebrows and his voice hitched and I shot him a look. "Why did you even pick up the phone?"

Still panicking, the pitch of my voice raised, "But I didn't!"

"How did it- she didn't hear anything, I'm SURE," Donald spoke, convincing himself. "We good. You hung it up, right?"

"Yes!" I told him.

"So... Why'd you stop me again?" He squinted, "Because I'm confused."

"DeVanté, are you serious?"

"Babe, whoever it was ain't hear nothin'."

"Well, it wasn't exactly quiet in here!"

"You were quiet and- yeah," he replied knowing damn well that I wasn't. "What's the problem?"

Even when I was quiet, which was short-lived, the sound of my coochie and him eating me out filled the fucking room!

"Your MOTHER was on the phone. I just heard her voice on the other end of the phone while you're on this end doing what you were doing."

"Calm down. I'm only joking." He grabbed his phone sighing. Yes, it's Donald's phone. "Redial," he pressed a button, then held it up to his ear. "Hello?" He listened on the other end. "Yes, that's right EDNA," he emphasized her name to let me know who he was speaking to.

My head fell against the bed in the same position which is my thighs together with my legs in the air. The name is familiar, but not ringing the bell in my head. However, my nerves have calmed down. I was on the brink of two things and they both came to a halt. I was about to tell his ass off.

"I was taking a shower," he spoke into the phone, "I think I sat on it while I was getting dressed. He made a face at me, "Hold on," he backed away from me, then left the room.

"Edna?" I repeated to myself trying to remember who that is. "Oh, yeah!" I spoke aloud to myself, "his cousin."

A few minutes later he walked back inside of the room and I looked at him. "Nothing to worry about, it was just my cousin. If she heard anything, she would've said something."

"Same difference. Family is family and doing that in general is crazy. I don't even know WHY I answered the phone," I shook my head at my own stupidity.

"How'd the phone get answered?"

"I was laying on it and moved. Then is when I heard the click," I replied.

"You were laying on the phone? Oh, she definitely didn't hear a thing. My phone has been messing up here for some reason. It is okay, love," Donald chuckled.

"You were so close to getting told off," I held my index and thumb apart as an indication of how close. I giggled aloud.

"Damn, I would assume that we're done?" He asked me thinking I'd say no.

"Uhhh, YES," I replied turning my head to the side at him, then laid back. "I'll get back in the shower- a quick one too, so we can go," I said while staring at the ceiling, squeezing my legs together

"The day you take just a quick shower is the day I see Elvis Presley walk this earth again with one chin and not two," he chuckled. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"Damn, you that old, huh?" I sat up slightly by leaning on my elbows and head up to ask the question. "Elvis Presley ain't walked this earth in over twenty years. It's been even longer since he had one chin." My head fell back, but I'm still on my elbows.

"You sure you don't want me to finish the job?" He eyed me. "That was like short-lived- VERY short-lived," he emphasized. "And you still seem like you having a hard time calming down. That pink thang just staring at me, throbbing," he licked his lips.

"Donald," I sat up, crossing my left leg over the right and rubbing my thighs. "Damn it," I mumbled to myself. "We should definitely get ready," I exhaled.

"First, we have to clean up in that bathroom," he replied. "There's- stuff everywhere in there," he spoke intensely looking down at me. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, past Donald with my arms crossed at the breasts. "I know you ain't mad at me?"

I turned to him, "Dogs get mad. What makes you think that I'm upset?"

"Upset," he corrected himself. "The way you just brushed past me," he gestured with his hand.

"I'm fine," I told him, grabbing the towel from the rack.

I began to clean the counter with soap and water, while Donald grabbed the other towel, cleaning the floor.

"At least put something around you. You are in my face, stark naked," he looked up at me.

"Donald, you're nitpicking," I turned to him.

"Babe, you're cleaning WHILE NAKED," he stood up. "You were literally in my face, shaking it," he took his robe off and placed it on my shoulders, but tied it around my waist. "There."

"And now you're naked in my face," I replied, putting my arms into the sleeves.

"See what I mean?" He raised his eyebrows, making a point.

I exhaled, looking down, "you're ridiculous."

He grabbed the bath towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist with a chuckle. He remained standing while wiping the floor with the towel with his foot.

"I'm out," he said once he was finished. "See you in an hour."

After cleaning, I went into the room and got ready for the day. We had to clean because that's not something we'd want the hotel staff to clean up, because if things were reversed, we would feel disrespected and disgusted. By the time Jax arrived at our hotel room after being called, the time was heavily past three. When we saw Jax, he gave us an awkward look, scratching his head.

"So..." Jax trailed off. "I knocked on y'all hotel door because DeVanté wanted me to come out at a certain time. I called and paged y'all before I came over multiple times and neither of you answered. Their door wasn't answered when I knocked and I called y'all multiple times again. Then-" he exhaled through his nose, then cleared his throat, "so I went inside with my key because I thought something was possibly wrong..." He trailed off. "All I'm saying is in order to do my job to the best of my ability, can you- DeVanté, at least keep the phone near?" he replied. "Y'all scared me."

"I'm sorry. We were getting ready and it took a while," Donald replied. "During that process, over her music, and our loud showers, we couldn't hear a thing."

Did he NOT just hear what Jax said? Jax said that he came inside our hotel room and basically HINTED that he either saw or heard something. I hope that it was neither, but I especially hope that it wasn't the second part. I averted my eyes away the moment Jax started his first complete sentence. I sort of knew what was to come.

"Yeah, because I don't want to intrude or HEAR," he put emphasis on hearing, "anything that y'all got goin' on. I really just want to do my job.

"Alright, so let's head out," Donald spoke and we all headed out.

When we made it to the car, Donald opened the passenger side door and I got in confused because Jax has been driving this whole time with the two of us in the backseat. After closing my door, Donald went over to the driver's seat.

"You're driving?" I asked him, then looked around, not seeing Jax in sight. "Where'd he go?"

"I'm driving and he's going to be right behind us," he said turning on the car to warm it up. "It's a good thing you got an extra rental because I don't really like being in the backseat or somebody hearing every crazy thing that comes to our minds, even if they are security. Jax is cool and all, but still," he put his seat belt on.

I buckled myself in, "I agree."

"We need some alone time. We've been around people a lot, especially after our friends arrived."

"Well, we are on vacation and we haven't been hanging with friends as often back home," I told him.

He nodded, "No, I get that."

"It's just that they delay or interrupt certain moments. No?"

"Correct," he nodded. "It has to be about thirty or thirty-something degrees outside because I'm cold as hell."

"It's sweater weather."

"Sweater weather? Lady, you must be related to the abdominal snowman," chuckled. "You are out of your mind."

"It's not cold until it hit at least the mid-twenties. It's hot once it hit fifty. Fifty is like swamp booty weather in Indiana," I told him.

"Babe, it's SNOWING," he emphasizes with a chuckle.

"Yes!" I laughed.

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

Sweater weather my ass. I shook my head at that statement.

"Babe, it's SNOWING," I emphasized with widened eyes and a chuckle.

"Yes!" She said laughing. "I'm laughing, but I'm serious."

"What is wrong with you?" I asked her.

"Look, leather jackets are acceptable too in the thirties, but once it hit the twenties, you need a coat or something that will hold in body heat."

"You do you," I replied. "You just wait until later though. The temperature will be dropping. You gon' be shivering in your timbers. The temperature almost always drops at night. Also, let me point out that you have on a coat," I replied taking off my gloves.

"That's because I know the temperature will drop and it's New Year's Eve and I don't know your plans," Tia responded. "I thought we were going to be in NYC like a month ago."

"While that's nice and we did say that, just know that I have way better plans," I smiled, starting the car, then backed out of the parking lot,

Then I started laughing finally realizing what she said earlier. I just know that this woman is looking at me crazy.

"What?" Tia asked.

I glanced at her, but she isn't looking at me crazy, just with amusement.

"I just noticed what you said a little while ago. Swamp booty weather?" I raised my eyebrows. "Ewww... Where do you come up with these things?" I shook my head at Tia, biting the hanging nail. "Damn, it's traffic like crazy, but I ain't walkin' in this weather or having' you walk all day in those heels."

I told her that even though is true, multiple things can be truthful at once. Like the fact that one of the places we're going, we'll need a blanket. In another place, she'll need some sandals, and in another, she'll probably want to wear sneakers. All of which are in the trunk of the car.

"Babe, did you not hear Jax?"

I nodded, "when?" I glanced at her and from her expression alone, I know what she was talking about, "I did."

"And you remained neutral? How? That's extremely embarrassing," she replied.

"Things happen," I shrugged still biting my nail. "Of course things like that are bound to happen when you have to have security with you all of the time. They see and hear a lot. Hasn't he already heard a lot? You said that before."

"I'm sure he has, but being confronted by it is different," Tia told me.

"That's what NDAs are for, yes?"

"Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that we were heard. That doesn't happen often. In fact, it's a rarity, Donald."

"Yeah, but he's right and I'm strictly at fault for this because as he said, I did tell him to do something at a certain time. All in all, he was correct," I replied. "You'll be fine and get over it." I looked at her. "Eventually..." I held her hand, thumbing it as I continued driving.

Today is the day. I'm nervous, yet excited. The day started off very well as it has been since we officially left the rental. Our emotions haven't been all over the place. We've actually been having more fun and are able to do what the hell we want and when the hell we want to do in our hotel. That is when we don't have company. I just hope everything goes as planned.

When my house was broken into, my trust in people diminished. My last relationship damn near broke me. I was on prescriptions heavily, but I was also drugged by someone I was committed to. That fucked me up even more mentally and I honestly didn't want to enter another relationship. We live and we learn and thank God I've lived twice when my life could've been taken away from me both times. I was given TWO chances for a reason and ever since.

My last relationship was horrific. I was drugged and almost died and my trust in people diminished even more than it already had when my house was broken into. For me, it's like it kept getting worse. Every time I would get into a relationship things would get increasingly worse. I didn't want to get into one and that's another reason why I was hesitant to approach Tia in the first place. Despite therapy for everything, I was still scared of being in a relationship.

I know exactly what Tia means when she stated that getting help is one of the first steps of healing, but being healed from traumatic experiences doesn't mean that you won't think about it. There are some long-lasting effects AND lessons. You just have to work through it healthily. Before I did say that I probably would've never approached Tia in any other way than our friendship, but I would've definitely mustered up the courage eventually.

I lifted Tia's hand and kissed it. I glanced her way making eye contact with her with a smile. We always have the music playing, especially Tia. Most would think it's me, but this woman has to have music doing damn near everything. Other than the music playing in the car, there's a comfortable silence.

I kissed her lips, "I'll be right back," told her parking the car.

The car remained on so it could stay warm. I went inside the restaurant to pick up the food order that I put in before I went into the bathroom and everything occurred between the two of us. Tia loves Italian, so Italian food is.

"Pickup for D. DeGrate," I told the employee at the front once it was my turn.

It damn sure took me a long time because this motherfucker is packed as hell, but I'm not complaining.

"Un moment," she replied going to the back and another lady came to the front.

Eléa motioned for the next person to come to the counter. They quickly got their shit and were gone. There were a few people behind me who were quickly handed their food.

"Tu es le mignon de Jodeci," the new lady, Eléa smiled, moving her hair behind her ear.

"Uh, yeah," I nodded not knowing what the hell she said. All I know is she said Jodeci and in my head it sounds as if she's asking if I'm from Jodeci. "My food?" I glanced at her then looked past her trying to be nosy and beginning to feel impatient.

How come when I spoke to someone on the phone, they spoke English, but when I come here I don't hear English? I don't know if they understand me enough to know that I'm picking up some food. I looked at my wristwatch and see that its 4:23 pm.

"Shit..." I mumbled under my breath. "Is there anyone who speaks English?" I asked as I'd been waiting for a while.

I know I'm in another country, but I'm in the city. Usually, there are people who speak a plethora of languages in big cities. Fuck this shit, I spun on my heels to leave but was called back.

"D. DeGrate?" The man who I believed I talked to on the phone.

I turned around, "yes, I am he."

"Sorry, we're so busy today. Did you order the two pastas?" He asked me.

"It's cool," I lied, "and yes," I replied to him as he held up the bag.

"Money," he said not handing it to me.

"Oh, right." I handed over the exact change, then got my receipt and checked it.

"Thanks," I replied opening the bag.

It had my correct order on it, but when I checked the bag, there are two boxes with Spaghetti and meatballs. Another thing is that this bag is feeling a little too light.

"Aye, man- sir," I corrected myself being polite, "this isn't what I ordered. My lady doesn't eat meat and I didn't order two spaghetti meals. Matter of fact, I didn't even order spaghetti at all."

He looked at me, "are you sure?" He asked me.

"Sir, I know because my lady doesn't eat meat and I didn't order two spaghetti meals. I didn't even order spaghetti at all. I have three extra things that aren't in the bag," I said being respectful because this man is handling my food, and the fact that he didn't disrespect me.

"What did you order?" He asked then began checking the bag for himself.

I handed him my receipt, "This is everything I ordered."

"I'm sorry, sir, for the inconvenience. You keep it and I'll get your real order," he said handing the bag again.

"Thank you," I nodded with a small smile, then he walked away to the back.

I spaghetti and meatballs? I can eat that shit anywhere and could've gone to the restaurant closer to us. I don't want any of that. I came here for real authentic Italian food. It sure as hell smells good in here. Hopefully, the food tastes good too. I had reservations here, but canceled them due to- we were late. A hand was on my shoulder and I turned around defensively, just to see that its Creed.

"What's the hold-up?" Creed asked me. "You have been in here for like twenty minutes."

"Oh, my order was completely wrong."

"It's packed," Creed looked around.

"It has to be good if it's this packed," I replied.

"Man, this is Paris on Christmas Eve. The center of tourism. Many people want to try their trash ass food. Other than croissants and chocolate, their food is mostly trash," he spoke in a lowered tone, then laughed.

I chuckled, "Hopefully this restaurant tells a different story. Here," I handed him the bag. "You and Jax can have this."

"And Jax?" He frowned, "they don't sell portions like what I'm used to back home. These look like appetizers to my eyes and will feel more like hors d'oeuvres."

I sighed, "Man... That's up to y'all. I'm just ready to go," I folded my arms. "You might find someone for yourself," I joked looking around.

"Regardless of everything, I still think about my wife," he shook his head. "Thirty years down the drain," his lips folded into his mouth like he was fighting tears.

"Well, sometimes our actions get us into trouble we've been getting away with so long that we think it's normal. That is until we have to suffer the consequences," I replied to him. "You had no compassion, so there is where she lost all the compassion she had for you."

"By the time I did think about all I'd done is when I was shown divorce papers. I didn't see that coming at all. I thought things would remain the same as always. Around Christmas too. This is supposed to be the happiest time of the year," Creed looked like he wanted to cry. "That's a good woman."

"She was cool," I looked down at the wet floor.

"You checked into therapy and went to rehab and came out like you the second coming," he laughed. "You act like you know it all when I'm way older than you, youngin'."

"I don't, trust and believe that I don't. I'm just able to think clearer and see things differently. I see it from your point of view as well. I'm sorry you're going through this, but..." I trailed off, not finishing my statement because I don't know what else to say without hurting his feelings even more.

The saying goes, "Don't kick a man while they're down," but I digress. Sometimes a man needs a good kicking to get back on his feet. I'm not trying to see or make a grown man cry in public. Everybody knows that I'm usually truthful, blunt, or don't say anything at all. I tell Tia the truth, not as blunt, but the truth nevertheless. I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I'm not going to lie to her either.

"Here you are, Mr. DeGrate," Thomas, who speaks English handed me the bags of food.

"Thanks," I grabbed it and checked it again to see that everything is inside. "It better be good too," I joked walking away.

"If so, you come back here?" The man asked me.

"Who knows how much longer I'm in this country?" I replied to him politely.

Hah, I doubt it... However, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt because it is New Year's Eve which is one of the busiest days in Paris. I just don't like the fact that my meal didn't seem as important as others because they got their food quickly. Glad I didn't ask for a drink or it definitely would've taken longer. I had to park so far down the street because as I've said before, it's packed. There are even so many people walking.

Then there's Tia posing in front of a building while Jax is snapping photos of her. I was about to photobomb her pictures, but someone else had the same thing in mind because a white guy did the same exact thing, posing with her. Tia laughed, but the photo was still taken. The guy laughed with her, saying some shit in French. I don't fucking know, but she replied and he looked at me.

"Babe, so I'm fired?" I asked her with my mouth agape. "I thought I was a great photographer?" The man walked past me.

"You were busy doing whatever you were doing and I got hot sitting in the car," she flailed her arms around laughing.

"You turned it off, right?" I told her as we both began walking to the car.

"Oh no, Donald. I left the keys inside and let it run because we're in Paris and people here don't steal," she replied sarcastically, putting on her coat. Tia handed me the keys. "Here you go, buck."

"A'ight, doe," I pointed to her.

"That was good," she nodded with a straight face.

"It wasn't that good doe," I said laughing.

She laughed, "Rule number one of every comedian, you don't run the joke over twice if no one laughed."

"My status moved up. I went from not being funny to being a whole comedian," I opened her door.

"Ehh, you're too serious for all of that," she said placing her other leg into the car.

"Nah," I shook my head closing the door, then went around to get into the car myself. "Nah, not if you're my audience."

"Donald," she side-eyed me. "Me and me only? I get to go backstage to see you perform?"

"Shit, you the only one that's gon' be in the dressing room to see me perform."

"Who said anything about a dressing room? I said backstage," her eyebrows raised even higher. "I don't enter dressing rooms with you celebrities. I'm not that type of girl," she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Okay, but what show were you there for in the first place to see me backstage? I was not being a comedian. That's for sure and certain."

"Mm, when the time comes, you gon' be backstage waiting for your husband," I told her. "You and our twenty-three kids," I smiled knowing she going to say something.

I'm always going up higher every time kids are mentioned knowing damn well I don't want all those damn kids. I want two to three kids and four or FIVE at most, but it's looking like it's only going to be a couple of them anyways. Tia is the one that has to carry them and I don't want too many kids like I did before.

"I just know you're playing," she spoke with pursed lips as I turned on the car.

"What if I wasn't?" I pulled my gloves off and placed my tongue into my jaw to withhold my laughter.

"I would ask if you were high," Tia replied strapping herself in, "off some of that booger sugar."

"You're the ultimate high," I grabbed her hand.

"Alright, Donald," she strapped herself in, and so did I.

"That's cold-blooded," I chuckled.

She smiled, "what am I supposed to say?"

"You supposed to say, "I better be." It should be something of that nature," I replied.

"I just feel anxious all of a sudden," Tia looked at me. "Like something is going to happen today. I don't know..." She took her arm out of her coat.

I helped pull her other sleeve off, "good or bad?"

"Mmm, I don't exactly know. I just am," she shrugged her right shoulder.

"Maybe it's the fact that we'll be celebrating New Year which is rare for you," I said coming up with anything at this point.

"No, it's not that."

"Whatever it may be, just know that your man will be here and we got two well-trained security guards with us," I replied kissing her hand. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I leaned over and kissed her lips.

Once we pulled away, I began to sing. "Whenever you want me, I'll be there. Whenever you need me, I'll be there," I sang with my tape as Tia began to dance in her seat.

"I'm definitely rubbing off on you," she said laughing.

"That's a good thing because you're a good person," I replied, pulling off. "It could be the fact that you don't know exactly what we're doing today either."

"Possibly," she said with my chin between her thumb and index finger, caressing my goatee. "But that's often since we've been on this trip. It's still different."

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