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.Gia. .1 week later.
So I gave him my number and a week went by. I'd seen him twice since the day of the listing. The sex honestly got better as I got to know him. Turns out he's Tunisian so that would explain why he spoke Arabic during our previous run ins with each other. His mother is a teacher and his dad own a chain of liquor stores in Michigan where he's from. Through our conversations I learned that he moved here to open up the L.A. gym and he was already looking to open up another in New York.
That mixed with his eccentric personality, his tendency to always call first, and (of course) the overwhelming amount of good dick I was getting, I had absolutely no complaints. Gabriel came into my life with a bang...literally. After some time of us just talking on the phone, we finally agreed to meet again. We had gone to the beach near his new home and spent the whole day there together just enjoying the other's company. We'd eaten, went swimming, and ended our night by going back to his house and finding ourselves in another sequence of moaning each other's names.
It was nice. The moments we had shared. Moments of which had me squeezing my legs together just at the thought of them. Outside of everything, I really genuinely enjoyed him. So why, a beg, was I still hiding him? The answer is simple. I obviously couldn't tell anyone how we came to know each other. As much as I've wanted to "shout to the world" that I had someone to fuck, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
A very large part of me wants to keep Gabriel to myself, but I know that if this, whatever "this" is, should continue, I would have to end up spilling my guts at some point. So I opted to only having Gabe filling my guts for now. Nobody knew about him and nobody had caught onto me yet. It was a win win.
Until today.
Sierra had offered to come over and help me take down my braids. The entire day consisted of us talking, laughing, watching reruns of Love Island. She washed my hair, dried it and styled as a payment to me for buying her groceries. This is how our relationship thrived. I do stuff for her and she does stuff for me in return. It's been that way since we met when I moved here. Which made my reluctancy to tell her about my "reps man" had me feeling even more guilty.
Serena was in the middle of cussing Kordell out when she was just about finished. She stood in front of me, swooping any baby hairs that had been stray. She does this a few times then bites my nose when she's done. A sudden burst of weird that caught me off guard.
I try to get my lick back by slapping her arm, but it near misses. She does a little happy dance, as I laugh at what she had just done. Sierra felt like a sister to me and I couldn't hold this in. Not much longer
