"Why we up here?" He asked her, passing the lit blunt back to her. His legs dangled from the tree trunk and his hands were in the pockets of his black hoodie. The blunt was in between her supple lips as she sat up straight but stared at the ground.
"It's fun up here." She answered, nudging her shoulder with his. Her neck hurt and her back hurt, but she was smoking heavy.
Slim rolled around in his bed in a uncomfortable sleep. Having the same dream- flash back- whatever for the third time this week.
"Alissa." He said her name, kissing all over her face, then peaking her lips twice.
"My brother called me two hours ago, we have a meeting tomorrow, with Mike Will, a producer. You know him, right?" She looked over at him with wide eyes, her face lighting up in excitement. She immediately dropped the finished blunt on the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He chuckled in her shoulder, hearing her sniffle.
"Baby? Why ya' crying?" They pulled away from the hug and she rested her forehead on his.
"I'm so proud of you." He wiped the tears off of her cheeks and kissed them.
"I can see it now, you and Swae big headed ass performing for fans, private jets, parties." She smiled widely at him and he grinned in response.
"With my girl by my side." He pecked her nose.
"Aaquil, promise me something?"
"Anything boo."
She snuggled her head in the crook of his neck and rubbed his knee soothingly.
"Promise me you'll never change."
Slim smacked his teeth. "Ali what you talking bout? I'll still be ya' same old Jimmy." He promised her, hugging her into his chest.
She sniffles, looking up at him. "I just don't want you to leave me beh-"
"Stop, stop. Don't even finish that, ain't nobody gone leave you behind, okay? You my everything boo." He peaked her lips multiple times. Her smile was wide.
"Plus I'd miss ya big head too much." He laughed while she punched his arm.
"Punk." She stuck her tongue out at him.
His laughter died down. "Nah I'm fucking with ya'. Gimme a kiss." She did as told, and he immediately slipped his tongue in her mouth.
"Mmm." She moaned in his mouth. He swept his tongue across her bottom lip as she grabbed handfuls of his hoodie.
She felt his hands slip under her shirt and he rubbed her waist with his large hands.
"Umm...." She trailed off as she slipped her lips away from his. He sighed.
"Do you trust me baby?" He asked her, never breaking eye contact as he unzipped her black Adidas jacket.
She blinked at him, nodding her head eagerly.
"Then you should let me lay you down. I swear you won't regret it." He started to unbutton her plaid flannel slowly.
"Slim. I-i don't know, we've never did it before."
His index finger traced down the valley of her plump breast, they were nearly spilling out of her bra, making his mouth water.
"C'mon." He grabbed her hand and led them towards his car, they got into the back seat.
Her body was tense and he could tell that she was nervous. This was a big step in their relationship.
"Just relax." He told her, laying back and guiding her to straddle him. She took off her shirt and jacket all the way and immediately covered herself up as an instinct.
"Why you hidin'?"
"No one has ever seen me naked." Her cheeks blushed. He reached around her slowly, then unclipped her bra.
"You don't ever have to hide from me." He said in a sincere voice, looking directly into her eyes.
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Make You My Baby ||Slim Jimmy Love Story||
RastgeleSlim Jimmy is living the good life. Performing all over the world, smoking weed, having sex with girls, partying almost every night, with his brother right by his side. But, no matter how much weed he smokes, or how many hit songs they made, or how...