A few days ago before all this heavy reflecting I was doing, I told Mena about running a paper route for Pops and she laughed like she couldn’t believe it.
“What you think I don’t know nothing about hard work?”
She paused like she was considering how to respond.
“Oh so you do?”
“No, it’s not that. I mean, it’s just that you don’t come off as someone patient enough to do what normal people have to do.”
“Wait, I’m not normal now. This getting to know you phase is revealing.”
“Hush. You know what I mean!”
She looked so embarrassed by my teasing, I almost felt bad. Almost.
“I should probably take it easy on you.”
“Why is that?”
“Because in a few minutes I won’t.”
She read my intent immediately and the corners of her eyes slanted with her smile.
“Did I ask you to take it easy on me?” She was taunting me and the predator in me loved it.
“You talking shit now but I got a lot of pent up rage to get out.”
“Why is that?”
“I didn’t grow up normal remember. That made me very angry.”
“I should smack you.” Her wide smile contradicted her words.
“I don’t think that’s what you really wanna do.”
I nodded and watched her bite her supple lip.
“Go ‘head baby. Show me what you really want to do.”
She didn’t hesitate to pull me out of my boxers right there on her couch. As she moved to kneel beside me on the couch, I took in her pretty brown face just as she leaned over to place her soft lips at my tip. Her ass in the air was the last thing I saw before my eyes closed. Her wet and warm mouth slid up and down on me with expertise that had me wondering how long I’d be able to do this casual thing with her when I wanted this, wanted her, as much as I could get it, and once in a while was definitely not enough. Damn.