Street Love

Uptown

B. Knowles

"I was always bad though, and you couldn't miss me because my hair was fire red, almost a blonde color for real," I was rubbing Onika's feet, per my own request.

Our conversations deepened, she had gotten me to open up 'bout my childhood and past with ease. No way I had become a pillowtalker without a lick of pussy, but I didn't mind. I could feel she was a real one.

She listened to me, feeding me the food we had gotten piece by piece, wiping the sides of my mouth when the crumbs had began to decorate my lips too. We nearly fell up the stairs kissing like the world would end, touching like we were deprived of socialization all of our lives.

I been had my eye on Onika since I was a youngin'. Since before I even knew her lil' brother for real. Yeah, I had my fair share of top notch, bad bitches, but Onika was different. She was inaccessible, she was what the hood niggas craved and the fact that she let me in, I knew I couldn't fuck up.

I couldn't let this shit get to my head, I had to play it cool, by any means necessary.

"You still have almost blonde hair, you have to stay up to date with your maintenance too, Beyoncé. No more paying me like that either, cause ain't no other client of mine receiving soft-core-foot porn from me," she laughed and I did too.

We had finished our food, brushed our teeth and returned back to her queen sized bed. My guard was down, she had allowed me in a place I know no nigga or bitch in the city had ever stepped foot into. I kissed my teeth and continued to rub her feet as we sat in our night wear. I had stripped down to my Polo boxers and she was in her thong and a white tee.

"Ima always pay you," I reassured her.

"No you're not, this," she pointed between me and her, "isn't transactional. I'm giving you a piece of me that nobody else gets."

"Go wash your hands, girl," she had that look in her eye, gently retracting her feet from my hands, scooting her body towards the center of the bed.

I felt a ping of arousal and nervousness simultaneously as I went into her bathroom and washed my hands quickly.

Her body was bare, free from any cloth. A tattoo sat on her bicep and thigh as she squirmed beneath the moonlight. I had never experienced a home with a balcony, and she insisted that we keep her balcony opened. She crawled over to me, drawn like opposite ends of a magnet, I walked closer til my knees hit the bed.

Her finger hooked into my boxers bringing me from the state of disbelief I was in. She grabbed my ass while pushing the navy blue boxers from my waist. I had just gotten a wax but never did I plan on fucking Onika Maraj because of it.

"You got me so wet, Onika," I said through clenched teeth as she undressed me.

"I got you wet, baby?" She asked through hooded eyes, getting up on her knees once we were bare to one another.

"Yes, and I never been fully naked with no broad before," I admitted.

She kissed me, silencing any other thought before it could manifest into this intimacy we were now sharing. Her tongue was warm, wet with elegance as she swirled it expertly around mine. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip as my legs spread to allow her play.

"I am flattered, beautiful," she pulled away, wrapping her arm around my neck. "But, don't mention no other experience while you're here with me."

"Okay," I said with butterflies in my stomach.

I kissed her, faking it til I made it. When I heard her moan, I pushed her body back on the bed, following her like a predator did its prey.

"Get on your back," she softly said.