GOLDEN MOUTH

LOVER BOY

nav was a boy who was often described as "mannish," always flirting with his babysitters, teachers, writing love letters to his crushes, nothing was going to stop him from learning any and everything about the opposite sex.

women were just so fascinating.

they possessed him, really took over him and all of his senses. hypnotized him when they crossed one leg over the other, dabbed perfume at their wrists, smiled with those glints of light in their eyes.

lately, his thoughts had been consumed with tawny, his one-woman, all dark skin and darker eyes, like the universe once you left the world. just space and ether and mystery. he couldn't lie, he was fascinated by her. but what tainted everything was the fact that she was interested in his best friend, the one that didn't even look remotely like him.

but who could he blame if jagger was her cup of tea?

his pride was wounded quite a bit, mostly because he'd never had to make a girl "consider" him before. so he needed a place to bury his ego the best way he knew how: passionate sex.

with a light skin girl from one of his other classes,  another pretty face, this time with short blonde hair. her body was petite and absolutely insane, smooth, flexible that when his phone rang three times, he didn't even hear it.

he was too transfixed by the way his dick disappeared inside of her.

this was the reason pink was his favorite color, like the insides of flowers. the labia, the ovaries, the uterine walls, it was all so fascinating and spell-binding. warm and snug. you couldn't tell him this wasn't what heaven felt like.

nav mumbled how beautiful she was with her leg over his shoulder just because he knew that would make her come undone and it did. her breath lodged in her throat, center squeezed him tight, but he didn't release...he never released. he held onto that feeling, like his body was about to explode and kept it with him forever. this was his peace.

her face was glowing when she blissfully sighed, into the silence, both of them still catching their breath.

"You don't even know my name." she said.

and she was right.

.

"to what do i owe the pleasure?" he answered, as if his heart wasn't beating quicker than his cardio from earlier when he checked his phone and noticed those three missed calls from his one and only crush. the girl with the name he never knew left not too long ago.

"i'm with Jagger, he's really, really high...there's-no way-this-is-weed, kinda high."

"oh he's tripping. he okay?"

"yeah he seems to be fine. he's asleep now but his pupils were dancing earlier."

"damn."

"yeah. so drop your location, we're coming to you."

"whaaat? you're not gonna kidnap your little infatuation and take him to your place?"

"do i look like Bill Cosby?"

"if Bill Cosby was as fine as you, he could get away with murder."

"ew."

he was glad it wasn't the nineties... or the early two thousands because if he had to hear the click of her receiver, he'd bet it would be swift and final like a sharp blade through flesh. and it would probably hurt the same too.

something about her... she made him nervous and it was only getting worse.

"a corny Bill Cosby joke?" he mumbled to himself.. "what the hell is happening to me?"