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21/Ch. 9

4 years ago at 17 y/o with Rakim, 19:

It's our first car ride alone together. He's driving me to Ryan's for one of our first dates.

"......Sha-Shabba Ranks......Skinny nigga, but my dick long...."

Every once in a while, I would glance over to him, being careful not to make things too awkward.

"Why you being so quiet?"

He, thankfully, was looking at me, so I had an excuse to stare at him.

"I don't know."

He reached over to take my hands that were resting in my lap while cautiously watching the road and pulling up to a stop light.

"I like you alot."

"I like you, too.... I'm just shy."

"Don't be."

That's when he leaned in and caressed my chin in-between his thumb and fore finger. I'm scared because I never REALLY kissed a guy before. A few pecks here and there, but not meaningful.

"Wait.."

"What?"

"I don't know how to kiss."

He ignored my confession as if it was a lie. I stared down at his pink, plump lips as it drew nearer towards mines. Anticipation forced me to grabbed his shirt by the collar and fast forward time, locking lips with each other and sharing one of our momentous moments.
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"Elle. Get up, baby."

I have a feeling that we're back in Mississippi.

"Elle, get out the cab. We're at the apartment."

"Carry me."

"I don't have my strength back. Here's the key."

"I fucking hate you."

If you know me, you'd know that I can have bad ass attitudes....especially when someone wakes me up.

I snatched the key away and stomped my way upstairs to his....our apartment door. I promise, it felt like I was going around a confusing key ring trying to find the right key, but there's only ONE key.

"Give me the damn key."

Rakim took the key away from me and unlocked the locks like that.

I cut him off and hurried inside before him. It's cold as FUCK out there. I had on a yellow dress, grey leggings, and black boots.

Rakim literally dropped every bag to the floor and closed/locked the front door.

I rolled my eyes and was about to head down the hall, but I felt an aggressive grip on my arm.

"Quit fucking playing! I'm tired as a mutha--"

He yanked me towards him. I'm too stunned to cuss him out with a slap right now. He removed his hand from my arm and placed his delicate, yet frivolous hands onto my waist. He pulled it closely to his torso.

I let loose a gasp, which turned into a sweet moan when he started to bite and harshly suck on my neck.

He went up to my lips and sucked on them a bit. He started to kiss back down to the tender purple spot that he previously left.

His arms left my waist and traveled down to my thigh, exactly where my dress stopped. He started to roll it up while touching my flat stomach when the timing came.

"Fuck.."

"You said that you wanna fuck?"

He lifted me up on him, squeezing my thighs. With these leggings on, I felt everything that I wanted to. His hardness THIS CLOSE to my sensitive spot. I instantly became wet.

He began to walk forward until I was gently slammed into a cold wall. With me locked in place, he finished stripping my dress off.

He wasn't caring this time when he kissed me. He was trying to taste every square inch of my mouth. Spot by spot, he sucked on my neck until he got to my collarbone. He stopped and became attentive to my leopard bra. It's a B-Cup, but he was so aroused that he imagined it was a DD. He put small hickies on the exposed parts, then slowly started to bring his hands up to cup each one.

"Don't tease, Rakim."

"You sure you want it all right now?"

He sped me to the couch where he slammed me down.

"You asked for it. No mercy."