Sexuality (Completed) [SLOWLY BEING EDITED]

Jabari's Zion

The rest of the drive went by in silence, as I basked in my post orgasmic bliss. By the time we pulled up to the restaurant called "Jabari's Zion", I had become aware enough to be slightly nervous about what was happening.

Now, sitting at a table for two in a booth in the quaint little restaurant, after two glasses of lemonade, I've come crashing back to reality, and I'm shitting my panties.

Well, I would be, if I was wearing them.

A waiter comes up to take our order, and Desta orders Okra Soup.

Ew. Okra.

I order Ital Stew without Okra, and another lemonade.

When the waiter moves off with our menus, he looks at me with exasperation.

"What?"

He sips his coke. "Nothing satisfies you."

"That's not true."

"Really? Then find one thing on the menu that you wouldn't change," he says while motioning to the waiter, who now has a name, Brian, to bring a menu.

I quickly scan through all the main courses, then sigh. "They all have Okra. What's your point?"

"You're too picky."

"Me not liking something that's slimy with the consistency of mucous is not me being picky."

"Desta!" I hear someone shout. I look up, and see a man with a striking resemblance to Desta, only about twenty years older, five shades lighter, and with a beard and moustache. This has to be Jabari Simba.

"Long time no see, son!" he says, and I feel fingers trail up the inside of my right thigh.

Oh, no.

Honestly in knew in the back of my head that he was planning something. I mean, he stole my panties.

But in front of his father? Really?

He starts to torture me under the table.

I look up and see Jabari staring at me.

"Hello. I'm Jabari. What's your name, young girl?" He holds out his hand.

"Ezzzzzinnma," I say, and grip his hand for dear life, because Jabari's fucked up son is driving me mad. I let go of Jabari's hand, and he doesn't seem to notice anything odd, or he chooses to ignore it.

"What do you do for a living, Ezinma?"

"Worrrrk in a bodddy mo-di-fi-caaation store."

"How did you meet Desta?"

"He— ahh!" I yelp, as he just flicked me. Hard.

I look up, and he shakes his head slightly.

The truth is, in this aroused state, I was about to blurt out that he came to get his dick pierced — then, I'd never be able to look either of them in the face again.

Desta seems to know this.

"Are you okay?" Jabari asks.

"My chest hurts. May I have some water, please?" I say calmly after Desta stills his hand.

"Sure."

As soon as Jabari is out of ear shot, Desta gives me a fevered look, his hand still in my pussy, and says, "Movies. We met at the movies. 'Straight Outta Compton' at Carib on a Tuesday."

I try in vain to stifle my smile. "Okay."

***

"So den, Desta reach fah di apple, but guess watt? Him drop out a di tree, pan di grung, buuduuff, like wan ripe breadfruit!"* Jabari then proceeds to put a hand over his abdomen, and double over laughing.

The restaurant is now closed, and we're the only ones here, so it's just us and the employees leaving to go home.

I can see why he doesn't want his father knowing his business.

"Where's Mason?" Desta asks after we're finished laughing at Desta's expense.

"In Portland with Eli."

"Oh. He didn't tell me."

"He's coming back in a few weeks."

"Okay," Desta replies, but I know he's not. He looks so disappointed.

Jabari sees this, too.

"You can always call him, you know. You're his brother; he'll always appreciate a call from you."

"Okay. I will."

By the time we leave, it's about eleven. I'm tired, especially from the multiple orgasms Desta just gave me in the bathroom, and we
make small talk on our way back to the car.

"Remind me of when your graduation ceremony is."

"Next Saturday."

"We should celebrate before."

"Why?"

"Because you'll probably be too caught up in the celebrations with your fellow graduates after to have time for me."

Well, shit. He's right. Even my parents know this; its inevitable that I go to Quad and get completely stoned and shitfaced, hence our family celebratory dinner also being scheduled the day before graduation.

"How about tomorrow?"

"When are you available?"

"I cook from ten to two on a Saturday."

"I work from ten to two on a Saturday."

"I'll pick you up at two thirty. The restaurant isn't far from the shop."

"Let's go shopping... And then watch 'Straight Outta Compton'."

His lips twitch as he fights the smile, to which he eventually surrenders.

"Okay."

AN: This book is set in 2015, hence them going to watch "Straght Outta Compton".

*"So den, Desta reach fah di apple, but guess watt? Him drop out a di tree, pan di grung, buuduuff, like wan ripe breadfruit!"

- "So then, Desta reached for the apple, but guess what? He fell out of the tree, onto the ground, like a ripe breadfruit!"