Brielle shifted downward in an attempt to make him put more pressure on the sensitive skin before answering his question, "Yes."

The darkness of his room is what kept Hakeem from being able to tell that Brielle was high. She was genuinely waiting on him to come back though, needing another distraction as she came down.

Pushing the hoodie up more, Hakeem paused to look at her, feel the softness of her skin, "Lift up."

When Brielle was completely naked, he drifted down to between her legs, about to replace his hand with his mouth when he felt a palm on his forehead.

Brielle was staring down at him, "What you doing?"

"I thought I was finna eat some pussy but shit Ion got to."

"Yeah, you don't have to."

Hakeem looked up at her, "Ian never met a girl who don't want no head. You straight? Like mentally?"

"Can we just have sex?" Brielle groaned, "You're ruining the mood."

"Ian finna just shove my dick in you. Damn can I warm it up first?"

"Hakeem, move. Goodnight."

Brielle didn't know if she liked head or not since she'd never gotten oral from anyone. She would've been open to trying it but the cocaine made her feel paranoid.

Hakeem, always oblivious, rested his head on her thigh, "A nigga might've bit you or some before but we don't do that shit over here baby."

"I said goodnight."

Staying in his position, Hakeem ran a hand down the outside of her thigh, "Just lemme get a taste then."

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, "If you want to."

Hakeem made no effort to begin, "Not if it's no problem."

Brielle was talking about ruining the mood, but Hakeem felt like she did that when she stopped him from giving her head in the first place.

He still wanted to have sex though.

"It's not a problem. I'm just nervous."

It took a minute before Hakeem responded, "Ain't nobody ever gave you head?"

"No."

Instead of making a joke like Brielle expected, Hakeem simply went to the position he was in before, this time hooking one of her legs over his shoulders while placing an open mouth kissed on her clit.

The sensation was heightened by Brielle's overstimulated pleasure receptors, making a harsh breath of air leave her nose which turned into a moan when he duplicated the action, this time flattening his tongue and dragging the tip upward.

It was a combination of how Hakeem alternated between licking and sucking her clit that pushed Brielle closer to her first orgasm at the hands of someone else.

Hakeem's priority was to make sure her first experience of receiving head was one she remembered.

Lifting his head, Hakeem used the same fingers, slowly inserting them inside of Brielle and curling them a bit as he searched for the spot that would make everything about this memorable.

When Brielle's moans grew louder, Hakeem knew he'd found it, "Who you that wet for?"

Brielle was barely able to speak, unashamedly grinding against his fingers in search of the intensified feeling, "You, baby."

Hearing the word roll off her tongue did something to
him. It wasn't the first time he'd heard it all, but it sounded different coming from her.

He looked at his hand, seeing it glisten with wetness while Brielle continued to fuck his fingers before placing his mouth back between her legs and lightly sucking on her clit.

The next thing Hakeem knew, legs clamped around his head as Brielle held him in place, her back arching off the bad, "Oh my fucking God."

By this time, the entire lower half of Hakeem's face was adorned with Brielle, and he was more than happy to continue eating until she pushed his head away, trying to control her rapid heartbeat.

Hakeem began kissing his way back up her body until he made it to her lips, starting a kiss that allowed Brielle to taste herself on his tongue.

The air of awkwardness was long gone as Brielle watched Hakeem roll the condom on. It felt as if she were on a cloud now, her eyes drifting closed while rolling on her side.

"You going to sleep?"

"No." Brielle replied with a goofy grin, "I want dick."

A similar smile appeared on Hakeem's face as he slid behind her and wound his arm around her torso. His fingers pressed into her stomach, pushing in until his pelvis was against her, eliciting a low moan from Brielle.

"You been keeping this good ass pussy from me?" Hakeem muttered in her ear, continuing the unhurried strokes, "So fucking wet, Bri."

She was basically hyperventilating, "I'm close."

"I know." Hakeem responded truthfully, moving the hand that was on her stomach down to her pussy, "Nut for me Brielle."

Brielle's fingers reached up to grip his arm, "Baby, fuck. Keep-"

Her sentence didn't need to be finished since Hakeem didn't plan on stopping anyway.

• • •

The next morning, Brielle stared at the wall wishing last night hadn't happened.

Everything about their sex was great, even the awkward moment, yet she still felt like she shouldn't have done it. For one, her reasoning behind why she wanted to do it was wrong. Secondly, unlike last time they were almost intimate, she didn't think it through.

But the most important reason was because she was high.

Brielle wanted to tell him, maybe explain why she felt like that her was only option for peace at the time. The longer she thought about telling him, the more resolved she became to not say anything. She just told herself it'd be the last time she did it.

The quietness in the room was overcome by a slight vibration against the nightstand. Brielle wasn't about to check, until she became annoyed when a third vibration was heard.

🤘🏽: i tripped
🤘🏽: on some high shit
🤘🏽: my bad lil bruh

Not only was Brielle confused about why Travis was texting her, she couldn't figure out why he was texting her at 7 in the morning.

Well, he just told me. She thought.

Hakeem moved slightly behind her, making Brielle almost drop the phone before she responded.

Brielle: go to hell

🤘🏽: you wild. let me pull up on you

Hakeem moved again, this time saying, "If that shit vibrate one more time you gotta go."

Brielle did something between a snort and a laugh, "I'm getting up anyway."

"Damn so you just used me for sex now you leaving?"

"I'm going down the hall, Hakeem. It's not like I have a house."

"Homeless pussy buss too. I'ma go fuck with them girls under the bridge now."

Hakeem kept the conversation going because he didn't want her to leave. He wanted to have sex again, and he also partially unsatisfied, "Ian even get to be the lil spoon last night."

"You a grown ass man." Brielle laughed, "I'm not finna cuddle your big ass."

"Just do it til I fall back asleep."

With a small smirk on her face, Brielle turned on her side, pushing her legs between his and squeezing him to her, "I'm the man of the house."

"You do got a lotta big pussy energy. I was-" He stopped talking when Brielle pinched him, "Ow. What the hell?"

"Big pussy energy?" Brielle demanded.

"You know how y'all be like "big dick energy"? Same shit."

By the time Brielle finished laughing, tears were running down her face, "It's not the same at all. Please don't ever say that again."

She tried to keep her remaining laughter at bay as Hakeem went back to sleep.

• • •

Swallowing back the hate she had for her mother, Brielle walked onto the porch where she pounded loudly on the door.

It was opened quickly by her brother who looked down at her, "What?"

"Just open the door."

He stepped aside, surveying his sister as she walked further into the house, "You must be finna come home?"

Brielle didn't reply, continuing her search for Alisha. It didn't take long to find her in her room flipping through a magazine.

Alisha looked up, observing her just as her brother had done moments ago, "You got some nerve."

"Why you took me out of my classes?" Brielle asked wanting to get to the point so she could leave, "You always talking about we need to do better but when I try, you won't let me."

"Ain't a damn thing I did affecting you. You a grown woman ain't it? Figure it out."

"How?!" Brielle yelled, forgetting she was supposed to remain calm, "I had it figured out and you messed that up!"

"You so stupid til the point that you'll hurt yourself tryna hurt me. The hell you getting a GED for when you can get a high-school diploma?"

"Because I don't wanna go there. I can still go to college with a GED, and you don't have either one so you can't say much."

Alisha stared at Brielle in disgust, "Go back to your pimp or whoever he is. I did all I can do."

She hadn't actually done anything. Everything Brielle had or received was because of her father: Alisha switched jobs like she switched clothes, so Jerome was the main provider.

Which Brielle was all too happy to remind her.

"You haven't even done anything for me. You could've just left me alone and let me finish my classes."

She didn't care where Brielle went at this point, her presence not benefiting her in the slightest, "Leave!" Alisha reiterated loudly, "Before I call the police and they lock your ass up."

Brielle had already swallowed her pride to come here in the first place, and now she was about to do it again, "Can you please just let me finish the classes?"

Her pleading glance was returned with a smug one, "You can get outta my house."

It was obvious that her mother wasn't budging on the issue.

The walk back to Hakeem's house was plagued with sadness. It was already long, and she would've asked him to bring her but she wanted to build up the courage to ask her mom to allow her to go back to school.

What a shitty display of parenting it was when you had to beg to take a class.

She hated Alisha, not just in this instance, but for as long as she could remember. It seemed to Brielle as if her mother were competing with her, which was weird because she never wanted love from her dad in that way nor had he ever expressed anything other than fatherly love to her.

Blowing out a breath, Brielle waited for the cars to pass by her so she could cross the street without getting hit.

• • •

"So y'all fucked, then she left, now you feel like a hoe?"

"Ion feel like none." Hakeem laughed, "I just was tryna make sure she ain't feel no typa way about anything."

Josiah nodded, watching Mario walk towards the car, "Here come this nigga."

Hakeem didn't care for Mario damn near at all anymore. Ever since he found out he and Bri had sex, he didn't even want him around him anymore.

At the same time though, he couldn't be mad about some pussy that wasn't even his.

"What y'all doing?" Mario asked as he closed the door, "Where the hoes at?"

"Shit you got 'em all. I heard you be fucking with some
young ass hoe."

He thought it was set up at first, then he realized Josiah didn't know who the "young ass hoe" was, "She ain't nobody forreal." Mario lied, "Another hoe tryna get a come up off my name."

Hakeem snorted, "What name? Nigga you ain't nobody."

"You act like don't nobody know me. I'm out here bro."

"You pay for pussy. Can't be too out here."

The hair on Mario's neck bristled, and he knew who Hakeem was talking about immediately, Grace telling him that Brielle lived with Hakeem, "That hoe was fucking for coke so what that make her?"

Before Hakeem even said anything, Josiah turned in his seat, "I'm just tryna see who the hoe is innat lil situation."

It irritated Hakeem that Brielle was considered a "hoe". People didn't know, nor did they probably care, about the reasoning behind why she was doing all that shit.

"Ima let it slide this time 'cause you don't know better." Hakeem stated while making eye contact through the rear view mirror, "But don't speak on her again unless you tryna catch the fade."

Mario didn't say what he was thinking, instead breaking eye contact with Hakeem and reaching for the door handle, "Y'all tripping."

"Spread the word!" Josiah yelled after him, "And can't nobody fuck with her either. Don't look at her, none of that."

The door slamming was the only response they were given.

Mario pulled his phone out, giving a response to the person who would make him feel better about the situation.

Grace's voice was on the other end, agreeing to find a way to come see him.

While on his way home, he wasn't on his phone as he usually was, too annoyed with the events that had just transpired.

That worked in his favor though, since he was able to spot Brielle ascending the steps to Travis' house.

• • •

hakeem & bri are so awkward & i rlly love it 😭😭

don't drag brielle too much pls. certain stressors can lead to a relapse, and it's not like my sis went to an actual rehab facility.

ya girl finished the semester yesterday w/ 2 c's but c's get degrees & that's just period. i plan to have the book done before october is over, so we lit w/ the updates again!

shouts to my bby for helping me w/ this book & letting me bounce ideas off her. pls pls go check out her work Millie311