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THE DEEP ATTRACTION

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Wet dreamz by J Cole

"As time goes by, Attractions gettin deeper, and
Wet dreamin, thinkin that I'm smashin but I'm sleepin."

SAMIR MONTGOMERY
NOVEMBER 24th, 2007
SUNDAY 11:34 am

SAMIR HISSED, WHILE his fingers dug deep into kamarias hips holding her firmly, guiding her up and down his dick, slowly.

His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked continuously unable to remove his gaze from her, the low moans slipping from her lips made his stomach tighten.

The only thing providing light in the room was the glare from the moon shining through the window of her room, her soft voice bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck, Samir." Kamaria moaned, naked as the day she was born. Tears began welling up in her eyes from how the pain and pleasure mixture she was receiving was so close to bringing her over edge to her climax.

Yet, he couldn't look away from the girl so mesmerized by how her face was giving away the fact she was enjoying it just as much as he was, if not more.

He finally let out a strained groan, since he was attempting to hold in all the noises he was trying not to make. The house was empty and he was even paranoid at first, but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lips bringing his right thumb up, pressing it against the bud of her clit. She shuddered under his touch dropping her head to make eye contact with him.

She rode him sensually, too in the moment to care about anything else going on around them.

He continued rubbing his thumb in circles stimulating her clit.

Her hands were propped up on his holding her up. "It feel so good, baby." She admitted softly.

"It feel good, mama?" He asked her rhetorically, gaining a head nod from the girl who seemed to be in too much of a bliss to form actual words.

"Mhm." She tucked her bottom lip in, show casing her ocean deep dimple as they indented in her cheeks.

He brought his hand from in between them up to her throat, gripping it roughly before he pulled down smashing his lips into hers.

She ran her tongue over his lips, and he opened his mouth letting their tongues swirl around each other muffling her moans that were growing progressively louder. She sucked on his tongue twisting her head to the side as he drilled into her from the bottom.

"Uhhh, fuckk." She pulled back, dragging out her words. Letting out a gut-wrenching groan as whilst he pounded into her, feeling as if he was going deeper inside of her with every delivered stroke.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mouth fell agape. Her body jerked vigorously with every powerful stroke he sent her way.

The suction noises being created from the clear and natural lubricant leaking from her made him close his eyes enjoying how the warm and wet moisture wrapped around his dick like a glove.

The girls face scrunched up in pleasure, whining at the constant friction between them as he pulled out and re-entered her continuously. "You too deep," she let out a large breath, humidity filling the atmosphere in her room.

She began rejecting his dick, almost pushing him back out with the way the muscles in her Pussy convulsed and tightened around him, letting him know she was almost at her climax.

" shit, let me back in mari." He instructed her inching his free hand behind her back up to her fluffy curls gripping them with his enlarged hand. He pulled her head back hearing her cry out in pleasure.

"Oh my g—" she cut her words off with a gasp as he brought one of her dark brown areolas in his mouth slithering his tongue over her hard nipple, "baby, I can't." She finally whimpered out her reply holding the back in his head to keep him in place.

His grip on her hips tightened causing her current movement to be put to a pause. He began trailing his tongue from her breast, up her chest all the way to her neck where he buried his face.

She wrapped her arms around him holding him close as both of them paused from the actual sex letting him suck on her neck roughly circulating her blood flow to that area creating a dark hickey.

Her relaxed and satisfied state caused her to un-tense allowing his dick to eventually slide all the way back in with ease.

Once he was all the way back inside of her, she placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her a float before she started to bounce up and down again, gaining her rhythm.

She repeated his name over and over like broken record, being music to his ears. Her body slammed against his roughly letting their skin come in contact, just to pull away and repeat again.

"This shit mine kamaria?" He angled her head to look back at him again watching a pout grow on her face as he purposefully slowed her again, depriving her from a release just to hear what he wanted.

"Yes baby, only yours." She promised him with innocence laced through her soft voice. His body was on fire and he could feel the orgasm creeping up on him from her words alone.

His dick intensely throbbed as his veins pressed against her soft walls.

He pulled her back into him engaging in another kiss to get her to be less loud, since her moans alone were enough to send him over the edge and he didn't want that before she got her own.

"I'm finna cum," she admitted breathlessly once he allowed her to pull back. She couldn't move anymore feeling her legs go weak so he held her in place.

Her eyes did a slight roll when he started pounding into her viscously accompanied with a deep grunt every time he went deep enough into her.

She opened her mouth but she was too in shock at the way he was handling her body to actually make any real noise. He sped up his pace and she finally cried out. "Samir—fuck!"

"Awn shit, mari." He muttered as her body began uncontrollably shaking and her orgasm ripped through her body as she released on his dick.

He felt his stomach tighten at the sight of the creamy white substance covering his dick every time he pulled back to slam back into her, and he could feel his orgasm in the pit of his stomach as it continued to tighten.

"Samir..." she trailed off continued to moan his name.

"Samir."

"Samir!" The deep voice booming had him sitting up quickly jumping out of his sleep.

"What? I'm up." He stated tiredly, rubbing his eyes blinking them repeatedly in order to adjust to the light since he was indeed not up as he originally claimed.

"Your brother is here for you." Aaron spoke not moving from his spot in the middle of his plain decorated room.

His room in his mothers house was way better to him. "My bad for waking you up, you looked like you was sleeping good." He stated.

Samir kept the stoic look on his face saying nothing, because he truly had no idea.

"But your brother been outside for a while and he don't wanna come in and wait, so I jus thought I should get you up." Aaron went on to explain, but Samir had never wanted him to get out of his face as much as he did at the moment.

"Aight dad, I hear you. I'm up." He muttered squinting his eyes. They pained him a little still adjusting to the light in his room, realizing his dad had took it upon himself to open the curtains and blinds which was why it was so bright.

Aaron began walking out and Samir glanced at his lap for a split second. "Aye dad." He spoke quickly before aaron was gone. Aaron paused looking back, "tell him I'm finna hop in the shower real quick." He informed him.

"Alright no problem." Aaron nodded, grabbing the door knob closing the door behind him as he left.

Samir let out a breath, looking back down at his lap again. He smacked his teeth flipping the gray and black plaid cover off of his body, swinging his legs off the bed to stand.

He remained quiet starting to gather his clothes and towel, trying to rack his brain for what in the world was going on in his mind last night to cause a dream like that.

He hadn't had a wet dream in so long he forgot that he could even have one. It felt so real, and that had sent him in for a loop especially since it was about kamaria.

Granted, she was the only female he found himself hanging around lately, and even more than usual apart from their tutor sessions.

He shook the thoughts off, grabbing his items before waking to his room heading towards the bathroom, instantly turning on the cold water.

After showering and brushing his teeth he put his clothes on, and the boy wore a black graphic shirt with Tupac plastered over it, paired with a pair of black sweatpants and black socks with his Nike slides.

Once he got back to his room and put his chain with a cross on it back on, he put his dirty clothes in his hamper and hung his towel up before spraying cologne on himself , and stepping out of his room.

"Aight dad I'm gone, see you later." Samir called out knowing he was in the house somewhere around.

"Alright." Aaron spoke loud enough for him to hear from the den, before taking a sip from his cup focusing back in on the ESPN channel.

Samir blew out a breath, before leaving out his house. Once he got out the house, he rounded his brothers' car sitting in the driveway, getting into the passenger seat.

Once he closed the door, he yawned again rubbing his eyes. "Took yo bitch ass long enough." Savion shook his head starting his car, beginning to back out of the drive way.

"Nigga I had to shower." Samir shot back defending himself.

Savion laughed shaking his head but said nothing else pertaining to it. "Ya ass said you was gone be over to ma house in the morning so we could spend my last day together. You know I'm leaving at five right? How long you think we got to chill nigga?" Savion went on.

Samir smacked his teeth looking out the window, "my bad nigga. I was tired, and I slept good so I'm not sorry bout dat." He muttered with a shrug.

"Nigga shut the fuck up, what you trynna eat." Savion switched the subject with one hand on the wheel, and the other rubbing his hairless chin as if he was in thought.

"Ion know, checkers or KFC." He told him with a shrug.

"Whenever I think of checkers I think of grease, and whenever I think of KFC I think of how long they take to fix my damn food and still get that shit wrong." Savion complained.

"Okay what the fuck you asked me for if you wasn't gone get what I asked for. Knowing. You just wanted me to say mc Donald's." Samir rebutted, "I don't want that shit I'm sick of it." He rolled his eyes.

"Aight let's go sit down and eat somewhere." Savion suggested, "we don't need no fast food right now anyway, I'm gonna be doing over time in weight training when I get back to school." He shook his head thinking about how much food he ate over break.

Samir laughed, "aight cool den." He shrugged not minding. The mention of school made him think about how kamaria had told him she would try her best to help him. "So how you like college?" He questioned curiously.

"Shit cool, it make me feel more independent. It ain't even as hard as I expected either, and i thank god everyday that I'm on a full ride." Savion expressed truthfully.

"Nah man that's wassup." Samir told him liking the fact that his brother liked it. He always knew Savion wanted to go to college, so he was happy his brother got to do that and play college football along with being at his dream school on a scholar ship.

"Why?" Savion retorted in a questioning manner.

"Huh?" Samir raised his eyebrows, "oh nah I was just wondering. Cause when yo ass be up there you forget we exist and shit so it must be cool since you don't be crying bout wanting to come home." Samir joked with him.

"Nigga you wish I wanted to come back, when I graduate ian looking back on me. This shit for the birds." He looked around referring to where they had grown up.

Samir let his words sink in realizing everybody had the same idea, to leave. Even Kyaire had plans to leave as well, no matter if it was school or any other way he could get it.

He was the only one who was lost. He didn't want to stay, but he didn't know what to do either.

Silence fell over them leaving him in deep thought, and finally his brother pulled into 'First Watch' which was one of Samirs favorite places to eat, but he rarely got to do so since it was out the way, in the countryside and Clearwater area.

"Aye, we can slide to countryside mall after dis?" Samir asked making Savion nod.

"Yeah, we don't got shit else to do for the rest of the day. You don't wanna invite yo girlfriend?" Savion smirked glancing at Samir as they departed form the car.

"Who is my girlfriend?" He questioned even though he was sure he had a good idea about who was being referred.

"Lil bit, slick mouth ass. That girl got a mouth on her fa real." Savion laughed.

"Nigga that ain't my damn girlfriend. Drop it." He shook his head pulling the door open walking in as he older brother followed in suit.

"Aight I'm done." He threw his hands up in defense.

"Just the two of you?" The hostess spoke in a perplexed manner gaining a nod from Savion. "Okay." She smiled retrieving two menus before she walked off in order for them to follow them.

"Yeah but like I was saying, dat ain't my girlfriend. I need some new shoes."  Samir finished taking a seat in the booth. He slid his menu away from him not needing the menu since he got the same thing every time and never changed his order.

"Aight we can slide through." Savion nodded.

"Did y'all get me anything for me while y'all walking in here like y'all had a 100,000 dollar budget on a shopping spree." Tameeka frowned with her arms crossed.

Savion laughed as him and his little brother walked through the door, and Samir didn't even say nothing heading straight for his room to put his stuff on his bed.

He knew he had gotten stuff for his mother, mostly house hold items because she loved decor, but him and his brothers trip to the mall took longer than they originally thought, so he hadn't ate since eleven in the morning when they had breakfast, and he wanted something to eat.

He walked back out seeing his brother handing his mother certain bags from Macy's, American Eagle outfitters, Zumiez, foot locker and Kay's Jewlery outlet. Savion always went out. Samir picked out everything savy got for tameeka, but he came out his pockets and bought it.

"Did you cook last night?" Samir questioned passing through the living room.

"You know I did, what did you eat last night?" She questioned too, gathering her bags into both of her hands feeling like a little kid in the toy store.

"That lil aggravating girl you love made me eat tater tot's, but she made burgers wit it for all of us since ms. Simone had to work last night." He answered rubbing his stomach. "Them burgers was good though, I wonder if she'll make some for my birthday." He playfully smirked.

"Boy your birthday in like four months." Tameeka waved him off making his face light up.

"You right, imma need some more before then." He nodded in agreement although that wasn't her point. She rolled her eyes turning away from him.

"I made spaghetti." She said by passing Savion to go put her stuff in her room. "Oh yeah, kyaire's ass called over here looking for you. He in his feelings cause y'all ain't hanging out today." She informed him.

"That nigga gay." Savion muttered shaking his head and Samir shot him a glare with his eyes squinted. He wanted to say something slick like the fact that Kyaire and him never went a day without chilling because he was more like a brother to him then savy, but he didn't have time for the dramatics so he brushed it off.

Samir strolled in the kitchen seeing the pot on the stove with steam blowing letting him know his mother already had the same idea and had been reheating the food from last night to eat, which was even better for him since that knocked off time that he would've had to use to warm it up in the microwave.

After getting a paper plate and using the spoon to put a clump of spaghetti on his plate, then he got a fork and sat down at the table.

Silence filled the kitchen as he sat there eating with no interruptions, up until he remembered what his mother said about his best friend calling the house looking for him. So, once he finished, he pushed his seat out, standing to his full height picking the plate up.

He threw it away placing the fork in the sink before going back into the living room picking up the house phone. He easily dialed the number that he knew by heart, letting it ring as he crossed the living room plopping on the couch.

It rung a total four times while he reached over getting the remote turning the tv on. A smug grin took over his face seeing his favorite movie was placed inside of the DVD players, and he quickly pressed play watching Like Mike begin playing.

"Hellooooo," kamaria sung playfully after answering the phone.

Samirs heart nearly skipped a beat, forgetting that it was a possibility that she would be who picked up the phone. His words became lodged in his throat almost forgetting how to talk.

He honestly didn't know how to react after having that dream about her, and since she didn't know it was more awkward for him then it was for her because she had no clue.

He contemplated on just hanging up feeling like the longer he waited the more embarrassing it was. "Hello?" She heard his voice get distant like she pulled the phone away.

"Ian hear you pick up my fault, where yo brother?" Samir played it off to his best ability. He couldn't stop the smirk from etching across his face once he heard her audibly gasp.

"Omg , hey Samir where you at?" She questioned disregarding him asking where her brother was. The phone had kept ringing because he wasn't home, so she answered it from the phone next to her bed since she was in her room. She couldn't lie she was expecting it to be Kourtney, but it being Samir was even better.

"Oh now you wanna know where I'm at? Any other time I'm over there too much." He playfully shot back instantly forgetting the reason he was initially calling for in the first place.

"Well you are," she shrugged, "but now the difference is Im not annoyed by yo presence anymore." She went on.

"Yeah tell me anything, anyway—so where yo brother at he called fa me." He remembered his task at hand.

"K3 went to Walmart to get me some new bed comforters since my mom is at work as always." She explained making him nod, "ion see how her ass in a relationship, she don't never got time."

"That ain't no damn relationship, they jus fucking." Samir said bluntly.

"Samir!" Kamaria gawked at his words and the fact that he said it so effortless without another thought.

"What I'm not lying." He stated with a laugh hearing how distraught she was. "And you finna lose your government name privileges, you taking it too far." He joked, even though he was serious. Every time she said his name he had a flashback of his dream.

"Ehh ion know, it just sounds way better, Samir." She purposefully used his real name again hearing him smack his teeth at her. "So, watchu doin since you ain't been over here all day."

"Mmcht, you jus trynna get me to stay on this phone wit yo bored ass." He called her out and she dramatically scoffed jerking her head back.

"Boy bye, I'm finna call somebody else then." She muttered quickly slamming her phone on the hook.

His jaw dropped at how quick she hung up on him, and he was about to let it go until his mind started turning wheels. He shook his head, pressing call back immediately beating it ring.

This time it almost rang all the way through when she finally answered, "hello." She spoke having a good feeling she knew exactly who it was.

"Nigga what the fuck you hang up on me for—and who you was on the phone with cause you took to long to answer." He shot out questions immediately.

She rolled her eyes happy he couldn't see how bad she was smiling, an average person would say she was doing too much, but to her it was so attractive how defensive he had just gotten. It made her want to make him even more mad.

"Boy, you the one who acting like you dont wanna talk to me, so I called Saint. I knew he would wanna talk." She spoke in a careless tone, knowing she sat there watching the phone ring.

"You be playing. Go call that nigga then." He hung up with an attitude praying she called back since he didn't actually want to hang up.

After a few seconds the phone rung again and he started smiling not being able to hold it in. He answered and she immediately went off, "Boy I'm not finna play phone tag with your childish ass. Get out your feelings." She gave him no time to say hello.

"That's you." He shrugged simply.

"Anyway, yeah my brother is out. And while I have you on the phone , I had something I wanted to ask you. I can't remember now that you pissed me off..." she trailed off trying to rejuvenate her memory. "Oh ! I remember, me and you have SAT prep in two weeks on December 8th at seven in the morning, at Gibbs." She informed him.

He smacked his teeth, "why is it so early." He frowned starting to regret his decision already.

"So that we can be done by noon, stop complaining about everything. Your a senior, you don't have much time." Her motherly instincts came into tact.

The only thing Samir liked about this, was the fact that she was on the same boat as him so when it came to studying it was a mutual thing and not her just teaching him which made the experience ten times better.

He actually didn't mind that he was behind, for that exact reason.

"Aight," her muttered playing with the hem of his shirt. "You home by Yoself again?" He asked in order to keep the conversation flowing between them.

"As always, kyree is out hanging with his street rat friends, and Kourtney is doing tarajis hair." She explained making his face scrunch up.

"Ain't those your friends, why you don't chill with them while she doin her hair." Samir suggested, having no idea why since he didn't even want her to get off of the phone with him.

"Ehh, no offense to Taraji but since her bestfriend is a bitch ion like I'm not feeling it. She seem genuine, but I would never be friends with a bitch my bestfriend don't like, so I feel it's some type of funny shit that ian goin for. Taraji was growing on me so I would hate to have to beat her ass if I find out something I don't like, I rather keep my distance." She explained.

Samir nodded knowing she sounded reasonable, people liked to keep their enemies close.

Being reminded of Cayeton made him think about how they hadn't spoke in almost a month, but that didn't stop her from calling both of his homes occasionally— luckily he was never home and she wouldn't dare call kamarias residence.

"Slim come here!" Samir heard his brother call out for him, and he audibly huffed.

"Ayy tayta—imma call you back cool?" He questioned.

"It would've been cool if you ain't call me that stupid ass name, bye." She hung up making him burst into laughter at her pettiness.

"Slim!" Savion called out again since he received no reply.

"Aight nigga im coming!"

As promised a update for 215 votes, thoughts and predictions? The dream? The phone call?

The beginning was a mixture of me wanting to write smut, but also being to lazy too. If y'all wanna see my fr smut my imagines book on my back up got hella😭 kashoutmya01

Uhhh get this to like 230 for another update cs y'all too fast🙄

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