From Worse to Worse

5. Night, Nite

"Shit!"

"What?" I giggled still straddling him.

"I meant to ask if that would be cool."

"What? Us fucking?"

"Nah...don't worry about it...Yo' pussy get hella wet."

I shrugged,"Maybe it's you."

"Sound like you running game on me," he said raising a brow.

"You'll never know unless I tell you." I said sliding off of his still slightly erect penis. "Wasn't enough?" I asked nodding towards his member.

A grin crept across his face as he leaned forward and removed his shirt handing it to me.

"Sorry, no warm towels." He took the shirt from me and wiped himself off before tucking his dick back in his shorts. "We moving a little backwards here but make yourself comfortable and tell me something about you."

"Backwards is good sometimes," I smiled putting my shorts back on. "But, ok...let's see. I'm 25, co-owner of Skirts & Sneakers, I'm still slightly buzzed. Oh, and that was the first time I've had sex in about three months."

"I already knew most of that...how about this, what made you decide to text me tonight other than the alcohol?"

His question caught me off guard making me take a moment to realize where I was and what I had just done. I expected to feel bad but I didn't. I didn't even feel bad for not feeling bad.

"My life has gone from worse to worse in a matter of months. This is going to sound cheesy, which I don't mind 'cause I kinda am, but my mind had been fixated on you. I'm not quite sure what it is about you. I know nothing about you yet I'm constantly thinking about you...and I hate that!"

"If it makes you feel any better I've been thinking about you since the first time you turned me down," he laughed. "Your body, you skin tone, your hair. It all says Nubian confidence. You walk like you don't have a care in the world. Everything about you makes me want you. The fact that it took you this long to call me made me want you."

"So what is your 'situation' exactly?"

"I don't even know. I think we're just co-existing. Trying to make it work just to be able to say we made it work."

"Isn't that draining? I know it was for me. Think I'm going to let go of my 'situation'. I don't see us bouncing back from this place that we've landed in."

"It is. But honestly I'm comfortable where I am though. Plus, I've done some shit so if anybody was to call it quits it would have to be her. I don't really have that right."

"That sounds like bullshit. I was just done wrong and I feel like he threw in the towel before I did."

"That's what some niggas do, fuck up and shake before they get shook on. I just feel like if she stuck it out through my fuck-ups who am I to be like 'Aight fuck you I'm out.' ?"

"I still call bullshit because what caused you to fuck up in the first place? The lack of something right?"

His face looked like he was deep in thought as he responded, "Yeah but it was also just me being selfish."

"I think you should be allowed to be selfish though. If what's at home isn't satisfying you then why should you settle...humph." I laughed. "Something was missing for him, so he found it somewhere else."

"What? Your guy? Didn't it hurt though?"

"Yeah, but only because I never even got a warning. He was looking out for him. Had I been looking out for myself I would've ended us years ago. You've given her warnings," I said enunciating the 's'.