#DontDoIt

Chapter Two

Micheal Hawkins

Me and my girl Shana Rose have been on this really confusing on and off relationship. One minute we koo and all that, and the next I find her all hugged up on some other dude. I understand that we only in our twenties, and she probably ain't ready for a real relationship yet. But, if that's the case, she need to just move on and stop stringing me along. I ain't tryna compete with ten dudes, when I could I just go find me a girl who is mature enough to be in a relationship with me. It seems like Shana only see me as one of her fuck buddies sometimes.

She went out with her friends one night, and came back around midnight. She was drunk, horny, and really persistent. She crawled into my bed while I was knocked, and pulled my boxers down, so she could start sucking me up. I woke up biting my lip hella hard, while laying a hand on the back of her head. I mean, she knows how to keep a nigga focused on her sexually, but it don't need to be about that all the time. I mean, I'm four years away from being thirty. So, sooner or later, I want to settle down with someone and start a family. Whether that's Shana or some other girl I meet down the road.

After I come, I pull her up from under the covers, and kiss on her perfect lips. She don't know how sprung I am off of her, and when reality does hit her sometimes, she still takes that shit for granted. After the kiss, tried to go back to sleep with her in my arms, but she wouldn't let me. She starts sucking on the side of my neck, which kept me from sleeping, cause it felt too good. I groan while grabbing onto her thick, curvy waist, lightly biting my lip again.

"Shay, daddy wanna get some sleep," I groan, but she doesn't stop, and I was getting hard again.

"I want you to play with my kitten daddy," she moans, before grinding her panties up against my member. I groan before lifting up her dress a little, so I can put her panties to the side. She pecks my lips, before I reach toward one of my nightstands and pull a condom out of the drawer. She sits up with a smirk before ripping it open with her teeth. After she slides it on for me, I hoist her up and slide her down on it. Even though she's drunk, she still isn't sloppy when we have sex. Which is really surprising, because some girls I've dated in the past are the worst in bed after they get trashed.

Once I satisfy my baby, she finally takes her horny ass to sleep, latching onto the side of me. I have to admit though, I was kind of horny too, so I'm glad she wanted me to take her there. Now, she'll be knocked out for a while. By morning, I can cook her breakfast and talk about officially taking our relationship to the next level.

The next morning...

I surprise my baby with some strawberry pancakes and some bacon with orange juice, for a little breakfast in bed. She smiles at me, as I bring the tray over to the side of bed she was laying on. I allow her to sit up against the headboard, before carefully setting the tray of food in front of her. I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips, before looking her in her perfect eyes. We exchange smiles, before she pulls me into a deeper kiss.

"What's all this for," she asks surprised, as I crawl in beside her.

"We need to talk about something babe," I start, completely dodging her first question. She knows that I'm always doing special things for her, cause she my baby. She nods simply, before taking a sip of her orange juice, I poured in a glass for her. "You ready to take things to the next level with me? You know, only fucking with me, instead of me and all the other niggas you been rollin wit," I try, and she sets her glass back down, while shaking her head no. "What you mean no," I ask confused, and a little annoyed.

"I'm not ready for that yet. I'm twenty-three, let me have a little fun before we try doing all of that," she fronts, causing me to run my hands down my face in frustration. I mean, she can't be serious with this. How long does she expect me to be her little booty call?