The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Chapter Seventeen: Opening Up and Letting Go

"I warned you, Autumn. I ain't doing it again." He playfully grouses, crossing his arms over his chest like a kinder.

I giggle at his childishness, zooming in on my cellphone.

"Come on. One last time. You owe me!" I encourage.

He glares at me and sighs aloud in defeat.

"Fine but this is the last damn time, you better get your damn angle right. I ain't doing it again." He complains between unsuccessfully stifled laughter.

I nod and motion for him to continue. He inhales and exhales deeply before placing his palms suggestively on his bra.

"My milkshake brings all the, girls to yard. And their like, it's better than yours. Damn right it's better than yours." He recites, shimmying his chest towards me. "I could teach you, but I have to charge!" He belts, bending over his counter.

Once I stopped recording, I tuck over in wild cackles. I grasp my stomach to  control the force of my laughter but I only failed, curling over more. I eventually ended up wheezing and offering my native tongue to the situation.

What was intially a silly game of charades quick turned into a childish game of triple-dog-dare. Not only has the lad embarassed himself throughout the game, but he has also lost a gamut of respect from me.

Once I finally find my breath and especially my voice, I stand upright and join his side. He glares at me for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you made me do that shit."

I giggle and jiggle his "milkshakes", which are actually two water balloons filled with water and milk; his idea.

"Awe, don't worry. At least you bring the girls to yard." I release his "milkshakes". "Don't be such a potty mouth."

He rolls his eyes and removes the water balloons carefully, walking over to the sink. I watch him cautiously, expecting him to throw them at me as an element of surprise. Instead, he pokes a hole in the pair and throws away the remaining pieces.

"Thought I was going to get you, huh?" He turns to me with a knowing smirk.

I dismiss him with wave of my hand, pointing to his shirt.

"You leaked a little milkshake on ya."

He returns my eyeroll, looking down to examine his spotty shirt. With a heavy sigh he lifts the shirt off with ease and tosses it on the counter.

"There. No milkshake residue." He chuckles, walking over to me. "Let's play a new game."

I nod, licking my lips absently. I have never been picky with it came to the physique of a partner, but this lad has to be a dream come true.

He is lean, toned, and simply crafted. His muscles demand attention but relinquishes any assumption of steroid use. This muscle definition can only be made by man, a hard working man. And his smooth Hershey complexion somehow enhances this.

I have always avoided lusting after a lad because of his physical attributes, but when this lad has a benevolent attitude, effortless style, and a heart-stopping smile, I believe I deserve this one pass.

"Ready to play that game?" His voice graces my ear.

I nod again, still rendered speechless. He chuckles lightly before leaning back against the counter, smirking knowingly.

"Are you going to ask the name of the game?"

"Game? Name of the game?" I repeat, shifting my eyes elsewhere.