Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

School Daze✏️

"Alright, I'm up!"

"I told you I ain't want to hear all that whining shit Jasmine!" Sky joked, his back turned as he looked in the mirror while he buttoned up his tan shirt.

"Shut up, nobody's whining boy!" I threw a pillow at the back of his head to shut him up.

Stepping out of the way right before the pillow could make contact he replied, "You with all that playing and shit. You need to hurry that ass up and get dressed."

"Okay daddy," I sarcastically said, getting out of bed to go into the bathroom.

"Ohhh that fool makes me sick," I said to myself as I turned on the faucet.

"I heard that!" his voice blared through the closed bathroom door. "And you better not be running no bath water because we ain't got time for all that."

I yelled right back at him, "I took a bath already so shut up!"

"Well I hear water running!"

"Can I brush my teeth Sky? Damn!" I told him the deal, toothpaste dripping from the corner of my mouth.

"I'm just checking Jasmine. Shit, nigga know how you be. Talking about it'll only take thirty minutes to get dressed and you take two fucking hours."

I decided against saying anything back and just finished brushing my teeth.

Swinging the bathroom door open, I spotted a pair of my old, dingy sweatpants and a white tee laid out on the bed.

"I couldn't find your jacket baby," he told me while he sat on the edge of the bed to tie his shoestrings. "It's probably in the trunk or something."

"Sky, are you for real?" I stood before him with both hands planted firmly on my hips, his oversized tee shirt draped off my shoulder.

"What?" He looked up like I caught his attention, but I could tell he was more focused on the imprint of my nipples as they poked through the shirt.

"You seriously think I'm going to leave this house wearing that?" I pointed at the clothes he had laid out for me.

"Stop tripping Phat. You always be wearing sweatpants and a plain tee."

"Yeah nigga, but only when I'm in here. Please don't try to play me because you know me better than that."

"Yeah whatever ma. Just lotion up them ashy ass knees and throw something on. I have to go through this every morning with you. I'ma start making yo' ass get everything ready the night before."

"Fuck you!" I jokingly stated as I pushed his shoulders back causing him to lie down. "My knees are not ashy!" I said, mounting him.

"You know I'm just fucking with you, but you need to hurry up and put something on baby."

"Well if you stop distracting me maybe I can." I began unzipping his pants.

"What you doing?" I saw his head fall back in anticipation.

"What do you think?" I looked in his eyes as I reached inside his boxers and brushed my hand against his manhood.

I knew by his stiffness that I had him in the mood. But that mood quickly changed when he saw me getting off of him.

"C'mon baby. Where you going?" He grabbed my hand in an attempt to keep me on the bed with him.

"I don't want us to be late," I mocked.

"Oh, so that's how you coming?" He asked, letting go of my hand.

"That's exactly how I'm coming." I kissed him on the cheek before getting up and heading over to the closet.