Hoe (Kelly Oubre Jr. Story)

THREE Wise Men

~ Naomi ~

I woke up to the sound of vibrations, and almost feeling disgusted that a large male body was crushing mine.

I peered down and my eyes examined beautiful tattoos until my head turned and looked at the light skin boy on top of me.

I groaned feeling the quintessential headache caused by a headache and I guess I woke up Mr. Ball player.

"Morning," he breathed through a lengthy yawn, slowly rising up from me, leaving my now uncovered body cold.

"Morning." I mumbled.

I scrunched my arched eyebrows, confused that neither him nor I was naked which indicated sex wasn't one of last nights moves.

"You good?" he chuckled at my muddled facial expression.

"What did you do?" I asked perplexed.

"I- nothing. We just talked and you told me why you are the way you are."

My nose wrinkled with a slight flare of my nostrils and I rolled my eyes.

"You're welcome. You now know more about me than anyone in the city." I crossed my plump thighs.

Kelly laughed amused by my derogatory statement and insolent attitude as if I were joking.

"You're funny."

"You're weird," I retorted.

"Go on a date with me," he smiled.

I looked him up and down, baffled at his anomalous statement as he smirked confidently.

"What? You act like I called you out your name." he laughed.

"That was... peculiar to say the least." I unraveled my furrowed eyebrows.

"What's weird about it?"

I shrugged shyly, not wanting to admit to never being asked on a date before, and I guess he's smarter than he looks cause he nodded with an ohh I get it face.

"Yeah," I whispered as he stood up, slipping on his loose yet well fitted jeans over the plaid boxers.

"I'm not your type?" I bit my lip and he turned his attention to me, slipping on his shirt.

"What's my type?" he chuckled deeply.

My eyes wandered all over his tall, slim figure, imagining who I could typically see him with, as I scooted in no exact direction on the bed.

"Maybe a light skin girl, no darker than the caramel candy your grandmother used to give you as a kid, with long hair, weave or not. One that isn't the talk of the town." I whispered the last sentence.

His lanky body staggered until he stood between my calves which were half way off the bed.

I watched his large hands smooth up my knees and thighs until they left a gentle squeeze on my round hips.

"I like this little fiery attitude and the your skin reminds me of Godiva." he looked up from me body to my face. "Ion have a type and to be honest witcha, you're finer than any light skin chick I've seen."

I adored his phlegmatic attitude and humble personality, which only shined through after you've actually heard the guy speak.

"Thank you," I murmured as a wave of tender love and care warmed the frozen thing in the center of my chest, called a heart.

"I'll pick you up at 8:00." he left a short peck on my cheek.

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"Girl Kris's dick was so good. I was yelling for Jesus," Kay gloated with a wide grin.