Once a Dog Always a Dog!

Chapter 6

I had been at Chris's house less than two hours and within that time I was drunk out of my mind. I had basically invited myself over to Layla's house in Brooklyn where she lived with her teenage daughter and an eleven-year-old daughter, both by different fathers. Before heading over to Layla's house, I took a shower at Chris's crib and changed my clothes and got real fly. My one-night-stand experience with Kierra had taught me that all I had to do was walk with the expectation of getting pussy, maintain a certain confidence, and know that I could get any woman to take her panties of for me regardless of how long I knew the woman or how close we were. The key for me was not to come across desperate to fuck or needy and like a crackhead needing a hit of crack. So when I arrived at her house, which was in Canarsie, I maintained that same sense of confidence even through my drunkenness. "Kha'Darious!" Layla replied with a big smile and a hug as she greeted me at the door. "I see you been hitting the weights or something, you look so good." Layla and I had only met once about a year ago at a Super Bowl party that Chris had at his crib. We had chilled with each other and kicked it the whole night of the Super Bowl and although we had exchanged numbers I never pushed up on her, nor did I feed into her advances when she would call me, because I was trying my best to stay focused. 

But that was then and this was now, and all I was concerned with was now. "That hug felt good. Come here, give me another one," I said as I grabbed her and pressed my body up against hers. Then we separated and just stared at each other for a moment before Layla smiled and asked me to stop staring at her. "You know who you look like?" "Yeah, I know, the actress Lauren London who played in the movie This Christmas," she replied as if she had been told that a million times. "Nah, but really, you do. I mean, you're sexier than she is, but you still look like her." "Whatever, she's younger than me so she looks like me," Layla joked. She invited me in to see the rest of her house and asked me if she could take me on a quick tour of her place. Of course I didn't mind, so I followed her around as she took me from room to room. In the process she introduced me to her daughters. They both were cute and looked just like their mother. Layla was renting one half of a two-family house. She had three bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, a nice kitchen, and two bathrooms, and she kept the place immaculate, and it was well-decorated. 

"And this is my room, my little oasis," she said, smiling as she opened the door to her room. "Is that ocean sounds?" I asked. Layla nodded her head yes and explained that she kept that ocean sounds CD playing all day long because it helped relax her and instantly removed any stress that she might be feeling. "That's different, I like that," I said as I took hold of her hand. "This takes away stress too," I said and without asking I leaned in and started tongue-kissing her. And without any resistance she began kissing me back. She was really getting into it as she hugged me as tight as she could and kissed me as hard as she could for about two minutes straight. "Whoa, whew," Layla said as she shook her head and smiled and stepped away from me. "I definitely didn't see that one coming." I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. "Um, yeah, we need to go into the kitchen or the living room or somewhere, anywhere but here," she said to me as she headed out of her room. Layla was walking in her bare feet and she was wearing what looked like a large head scarf with some kind of African print on it that she was using as a body wrap. 

"You want something to eat?" she asked as she walked in front of me with her ass looking sexy as hell in that wrap thing she was wearing. I was starving, so I took her up on her offer. She sat me down at her dining room table. The next thing I knew I had a full plate of food in front of me: baked macaroni and cheese, candied yams, collard greens, fried chicken, and cornbread. "Damn, you cooked all of this?" "I love to cook, this is everyday for me," Layla explained as she got a bottle of red wine and filled a glass for me. She sat Indian-style in the chair that was directly across from mine. While I ate she looked at me and seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was enjoying her food, and then she took out a bunch of papers and turned on her laptop and started typing some stuff. "What are you doing?" "Just working on this case I gotta finish by tomorrow." "What kind of case? What do you do again?" Layla explained that she worked from home, and that she had her own business where she provided freelance paralegal services to immigration lawyers and attorneys who handled accident cases. I nodded my head and told her that I was impressed.