run of the mill.

24th

Tiny made Beyonce promise to call when she could after they exchanged phone numbers. "I know you busy doing all that college work and all that other stuff," Tiny shrugged. "But you know, just check in so I can tell my mom and dad you're doing ok."

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Beyonce smiled. She knew that Tiny would only mention her to Debra and Jacob if she was asked. She just wanted to talk to someone that wasn't made of testosterone. She didn't have any sisters, older or younger so Beyonce knew she wanted someone. She grabbed Tiny in a hug. "I will."

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Poor Devin. The boy had put on a little too much cologne for a simple ride to the airport. Beyonce sat in the back like she had on the way to the home. It was kind of awkward to be just like the previous situation. Devin gave her a big hug when Shawn wasn't looking. "It was real nice meeting you."
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"You too Devin."
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"Yeah, Devin." Shawn said grabbing the hood of his baggy jacket and pulling him away from her swiftly. "Good meetin' you," he said as he eyed his brother.
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Devin straightened his hand and tried to gain back some of his dignity. Beyonce couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. They had been doing it all weekend. "You have possession issues." He looked over Shawn's shoulder at Beyonce. "I would never try to control you."
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Shawn popped him in the head and grinned against his will at his goofy brother. "Man, you better stop pushing up on other people's women."
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Beyonce didn't say anything even though her brain was buzzing with something past curiosity. She was fed up with the run around nonsense and was ready to know how he felt but she had promised herself she could wait until he was back in his element and prepared to answer her questions without any distractions. They were almost home and she reasoned with herself. She could wait. She had a feeling that that was why they had stopped talking the first time; she was impatient and didn't want to wait until he was ready to talk like she was. Back then he needed space and she wouldn't give it to him. This time, she wouldn't make that same mistake.
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Devin said a real goodbye, with a hug and much sincerity. Him and Shawn bid each other a long farewell, not knowing what they would see each other again since Shawn had taken a liking to not coming home for the holidays for some odd reason. Beyonce didn't understand it anymore than his family did. If she were living there, she could have been begging to come home. His family was so warm and big and loving. Beyonce decided she would wait to ask him about that odd little realization as well.
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They boarded their plane and Beyonce was too tired to try and read her book so she got her blanket and leaned against her window, attempting to go to sleep. It was very uncomfortable. She opted for laying her head on the tray in front of her. It made her back hurt in seconds. She was about to give up and break out the reading glasses when Shawn pulled out his earphones and looked at her. "Lay down," He commanded so softly Beyonce had begun to think it was her idea as she looked down at his lap. She lifted the armrests and lay down, spreading her blanket over her as she did so. Shawn waited until she was comfortable, not moving as much, to put his earphones back in.
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It was hell getting the luggage out of the trunk of his car when they reached the dorm almost ten full hours later. They were both too tired to do anything. In fact, Shawn had fallen asleep as soon as he parked the car. It was, of course, an accident because he wanted to help her with her bags but his body needed rest. He hadn't gotten any on the plane because of his uncomfortable position but he didn't care. He was more than willing to do it again for her. If he needed to.
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Beyonce knocked his window and pointed to her building, with the intention of telling him goodbye. "I'm outta here," she said in a yawn.
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Shawn took off his seatbelt and opened his door. "Here," he said taking her bag.
Beyonce was too tired to object. So she walked beside him while he held the bag effortlessly. She flashed her card and opened the door to the foyer. Shawn marched behind her and they headed up towards the elevator. "Somebody had a dog in their room for three weeks," Beyonce laughed, looking at the bulletin board for news. Shawn laughed too and the elevator opened.
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They stopped at her hall and when the doors opened, it was just like every other time they had been in the elevator on her hall. People were running around as crazy as they could be. Plenty of different people moving with different lives. They slithered their way through all the people and finally made it to her door. Shawn sat her bag down and then sat on it while she fished for her keys. When she opened it she stepped inside and flicked a light on. It was clean, very reserved and empty. It was perfect for the sleep she was about to get. Oh goodness was it calm.
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She turned to get her own bag but Shawn brought it in and sat it beside her bed. "Thanks Shawn," she said distractedly as she pulled her ponytail down and shook her head. She went to the wall and put her phone on the charger. "Your cell phone charger is in the front flap of my bag." She had put it there in their haste to pack.
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Beyonce kicked off her shoes and wasted no time pulling her green long sleeve shirt over her head. She opened her top draw and grabbed one of her big shirts and pulled it on. She unzipped her white skinny jeans and threw them in the hamper. "You find it?" she asked as she turned back to her bed.
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Shawn had passed out on her neatly made bed before he had even reached for the bag. Beyonce wiped her eyes and pulled off his Nike's carelessly. She flicked the light off and sat them by the door mumbling something about shoes in her bed. Then she climbed up beside him and threw an arm and a leg over his body. She promised herself that she would ask him about what they were doing and the signals he was sending tomorrow. Beyonce yawned and stared to dose off, tomorrow for sure.
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It felt so good. It was wet but it felt so good on her neck. Tiny whiskers brushing her skin while his lips and tongue left marks to be explained. And it smelled good too. It was that tantalizing blend of cologne and soap that she promised herself she never got tired of smelling. That crisp scent smelled so clean and intoxicating, it set her body ablaze every time she inhaled it. And with his head buried in her neck, he could smell every blessed atom that made up the aroma.
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But the sleep she had been consumed in was so good; she could hardly focus her mind on that feel and that smell. She only moaned and fell back into her oblivion.
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And when she felt those tiny whiskers elsewhere, somewhere she didn't see forbidden but extremely dangerous, she was wide awake. That warm, wet muscle flicked over the pointed peak made her barely awake toes curl. Shawn licked her through the material of her bra and yet that seemed to intensify the sensations to her tingling mounds. Her eyes were much too heavy to open but her hands left the bed and grabbed the back of his head. "Shawn," she moaned as he flicked her nipple again, sucking the nub into his mouth. Her breasts became heavy and in desperate need of attention.
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Shawn didn't switch breasts. Instead he moved down, kissing her stomach with passion. Her barely visible six pack rippled underneath his mouth, running away from his touch and aching to feel it all at the same time.
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Beyonce only opened her eyes when she felt Shawn pull the fabric of her underwear aside. She flicked her eyes down to his watched in horror and complete surprise as he breathed on her lower lips. The small gusts of air on that most intimate part of her made her knees draw up slightly. It tickled deliciously. His eyes trained on what he was about to put into his mouth like he was hypnotized by the site of it.
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Shawn lowered his mouth onto the center of her and slid his tongue just between the lips. Beyonce gasped and closed her eyes again, dropping her head back to the pillow and grabbing her own breasts. She squeezed and kneaded, trying to calm herself before she went crazy from want and obvious anxiety.
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He licked lightly between her engorged lips, careful to tease and not touch her growing clit or milking entrance. His tongue extended expertly to the right region and when her hips bucked to his handsome face, he moved away and she was given no pleasure at all. Shawn waited until her body had calmed again and resumed his teasing, finally digging deeper and rubbing his tongue over her hot, hidden clit. Beyonce moaned something he didn't understand and he closed his lips over it, sucking her nub with fervor.
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"Shit Shawn," she voiced, reaching down to grab his head. She needed something to do with her hands. Shawn finally let go of the sensitive little flesh and lick up and down her pussy, sending wave after wave of bliss coursing through her entire being. Her hips made circles underneath his mouth and he welcomed the stamina, even being stationary while she moved her body to her liking. After a while, Beyonce was riding his tongue, moaning his name into the air while she held his face steady. Shawn darted his tongue into her body and Beyonce lifted her hips completely off the bed, trying to feel more of it.
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Shawn put a disciplinary hand on her stomach and forced her down. Beyonce held onto his head and grabbed her erect nipple in the other. "Oh shit Shawn," she whaled while he fucked her with a skilled tongue. Beyonce felt his hand pushing down on her abdomen and was surprised to find that that little pressure added to the sensations deep inside her body. She sizzled and buzzed as she coated his mouth his excitement.
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And when he inserted a finger into her, Beyonce cried out and begged him for more. And if her mouth hadn't pleaded enough, her body arched and dipped and begged to be freed from his controlling hand. The animal in her made her claw and scratch at the sheets while she bucked and hissed relentlessly. Her warm little figure was a wave of its own, withering and humping with the sensations his mouth was causing. His hot tongue seemed to pulse inside her. Or maybe she was pulsing around it. She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything right then.
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Shawn added a second finger and flicked her clit constantly, allowing cold air and his warm breath to hit the tiny nub every once in a while before he flicked it again.
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Beyonce felt herself falling over that oh-so-familiar cliff and embraced the feeling. Both of her hands went to his head and she made her declaration to the room as her body jumped to meet him. Shawn closed his lips over her clit and sucked and fucked her with his fingers until she stilled and gushed for him, cuming like something he had never experienced.
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Beyonce tried to find her way down from her high. After the room became clear again, she closed her eyes and passed out right after Shawn climbed up her body and lay down beside her. She felt him wrap her in an embrace and was content enough to doze back into her oblivion.
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It was like he had a gift for making her do that.