Super Rich Kids ( A Mindless Behavior Fan-Fic )

Chresanto and Imani

 

Chresanto and Imani.

Chresanto.

It was Sunday night, and I told my mother that I wanted to do something special for Imani. She understood and decided to check into a hotel for the night. Imani was leaving for rehab in the morning, and she told me that she wanted me to... “make love” to her before she left. I wasn’t always the one for romantic things and chivalry, seeing as though every time I tried, something went wrong… But, I’ll try for Imani, and hopefully, everything will go as planned…

I set the dining table, placing white table cloth over the mahogany wood. I gathered red rose pedals and scattered them strategically across the cloth. I placed the plates down along with the silverware and added finishing touches to the décor and whatnot. My chef eventually finished making the food, and as soon as he did, I brought the plates to him and brought them back to the table once they were filled with food. “This steak is well done, right?” I asked. “Yes, Sir,” he nodded. “Good… good. Imani likes her steak well done,” I smiled at the thought of her. “This girl must be really special, huh?” he questioned while beginning to clean his utensils. “Yeah… I’m in love with her. And she’s leaving tomorrow, and I want to do something special for her,” I smiled slightly with a nod. “Well, I put olive oil and tomatoes in the pasta, so feel free to tell me how good the food was tomorrow,” the chef smiled, gathering his things and beginning to leave. “See you tomorrow,” I told him with a smile as he left. As soon as I heard the door close, I took a deep breath. “Okay, Chres… It’s time to show her how much you love her,” I whispered to myself as the scent of the food made its way into my nostrils. “Damn, that food smells good,” I thought before going into the dining room. I looked at what we were having, noticing how delicious and perfect the pasta looked.

Before I could begin to drool over the food, the doorbell rang. I snapped from my thoughts before standing straight and making sure my attire was on point. I checked my breath, spraying spearmint breath spray into my mouth. I took a deep breath before approaching the door. I opened it to see Imani dressed beautifully with her hair in spiraling curls. She smiled at me before I took her hand into mine. “You look beautiful,” I smiled while twirling her around to get a full view of her attire. She giggled before smiling up at me. “You look dashing yourself,” she spoke before wrapping her arms around my torso. I puckered my lips as she tilted her head back slightly. She pecked my lips with hers, making me smile. I pulled her into my home, closing the door behind her. She looked around at the candle light scenery with rose pedal paths. “Oh, Chres. This is so romantic,” she looked at me with big, sparkling eyes. “Yeah, I’m not good with these type of things. I tried my best though,” I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. “This is perfect, Chresanto,” she hugged my torso again, her head resting on my shoulder. I smiled, feeling accomplished and confident of how the night was going to go.

I eventually led her to the dining room where she covered her mouth in shock. “Chresanto…” she whispered. I smiled slightly as she held my hand a bit tighter. “Come on, sit down,” I spoke, pulling out her seat for her. She sat down before I got seated. “Wow, Chres. This is perfect. Thank you so much,” she spoke. I looked into her eyes with a smile. We then began to eat, occasionally glancing up at each other. I could feel her leg rubbing up against mine, causing heat to rise to my face and ears. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I cut into my steak. “This is really good, Chresanto,” she spoke, her tone slightly changing. “Mhm,” I nodded, stuffing my food into my face. “What’s in this pasta?” she questioned. “Olive oil and tomatoes,” I answered, recalling what the chef told me. She laughed. “You do know that olive oil and tomatoes are supposed to make you horny, right?” she asked. I shook my head before sipping what was in my wine glass. She laughed for a little longer before finishing off her pasta.

After a few moments, I felt her leg rubbing against mine again. I looked up at her to see her biting her lip at me. “So… what’s for dessert?” she inquired in a seductive tone. My eyebrow rose just as my “friend” did. I put my fork down before standing and taking her hand into mine. I led her onto the rose pedal path that led upstairs and into my room. I pulled her in front of me as we stood before my closed bedroom door. I covered her eyes and opened the door. “Okay, open your eyes,” I spoke, unveiling the candle lit room that had rose pedals on the bed and music softly playing in the background.

“Oh my god, Chresanto! You did this?” she turned towards me. I nodded with a confident grin. “Awww! Thank you so much,” she hugged me tightly. I kissed her lips sweetly, our lips moving in sync. The kiss was slow paced and sensual, but I wanted more than that… I’ve never been the one for foreplay, but since this is Imani’s last night, I want it to last as long as it can… I slowly pulled my lips from hers before looking into her eyes. I ran my fingers through her hair… “I love you,” I sincerely spoke. She smiled slightly. “I love you too,” she replied, glimpsing at my lips before looking into my eyes again. I then began to slide her sweater off of her body and began removing the rest of her clothing as she did the same for me. Her hands ran up and down against my abs as we stumbled back toward the bed. We were in our undergarments by the time we made it to the bed.

I kissed her neck tenderly, my hand making its way between her legs. She took in a sharp breath as two of my fingers began to explore her pink matter. “I know it’s been a while, Baby girl”, I whispered, my other hand running through her hair, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” She bit her bottom lip as my lips made their way down her body. I unhooked her bra and slid it off of her body. I continued leaving a trail of kisses down her body, becoming closer and closer toward her soaking folds. Slight whimpers escaped her lips as my fingers pumped faster and I licked down to my destination. "Chr-Chres," she moaned as I snaked my tongue in as far as I could. I licked and sucked and teased up until she came, her body shivering slightly. My face met hers before I pecked her lips. I slipped both of our bottom garments off before hovering over her again.

"Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded, looking into my eyes. I was aware of the fact that I didn't have a condom on, but I wasn't worried about having one on. She wants me to make love to her, and this is what I call making love. When you're in love with the person, and you're not worried about a glove. You can give your all to the person and not care about the outcome. And when the outcome comes out, you're going to take pride and responsibility in it. And you're going to take care of that person you're in love with no matter what.... 

And that's what I'm going to do for Imani and our child, if we end up with one.