August's Flame {Mature}

Nine: Distractions and Actions (edited)

DESIRE

"Actions speak louder than words August!" I shouted through the door as it slammed in front of me. It had been about 3 weeks and I missed him, but he hadn't taken responsibility for getting Amber pregnant. I was beyond through with this foolishness, especially the fact that he continued to deny the baby being his. I quickly picked up my phone to text Jayceon, making sure he had the code to get in the gate. He was bringing me coffee and taking me to work today. I dressed in some spandex shorts and a cutoff Grambling hoodie with black converse. My hair was in its natural curly state, and I made sure to grab my yellow hoverboard, simply because it matched my outfit. Jayceon bought me a pink one the other day and now I had one to match every outfit.

"Hey D Money," Jay shouted from his all white Range Rover. I locked the front door and casually strolled to his car. I got in and Bryson Tiller was playing softly on his radio, making me smile to myself. This man knows I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee me some Bryson. "Thanks for the coffee Jay." I sipped from the mocha and he pulled off, leaving me in a comfortable silence. We arrived to the studio about 20 minutes later, 10 minutes before my first class started. I turned on Make Love To Me by Luke James and began to stretch. "Damn Desire, why you wearin' them itty bitty shorts guh? Got allat ass hangin out!" I mean mugged Jay and continued to stretch, ignoring his inappropriate comments. As the song ended, my students began to flood into the classroom and they all started stretching. A few females were eyeing Jay, and even some of the guys. He paid it no attention, because his eyes stayed on me and I pretended not to notice. "Everyone, this is my friend Jayceon. He's gonna be watching class today, so everybody try to be on your best behavior, and don't thot too much now." I joked with the rest of the class, and began instruction. Jayceon watched in awe, the same way August did when I danced, making me miss my baby. I know August missed me too, but I just could not let him off the hook. "Damn Miss Campbell you got it going on!" Jayceon yelled once the routine was finished, snapping me out of my trans. "Y'all ignore him, he got a few screws loose." I clapped back, laughing at everyone's expressions. "Well I don't mind tightening some of those screws hunty!" One of my ghetto fabulous students, Xavier, shouted making the whole class erupt in laughter. Jay's face bunched up and he left the room to save himself from embarrassment. "Okay y'all I will see you all again on Wednesday! And try to attend my ballet class tomorrow morning, I'll have food!" The class then grabbed their things and dismissed themselves. I didn't have another class until 3 this afternoon and It was only 9:45 in the morning, so I had Jayceon take me home so I could shower.

"Damn ma, yo place got an elevator?" He yelled in shock, making me laugh. "It's only 3 floors Jay, master bedroom is on the third, theater and 3 guest bedrooms and two bathrooms on the second, kitchen dining and living rooms on the first, garage and dance studio in the basement." He lay back on the couch and placed his hat over his face, indicating he was going to take a nap. I proceeded to go upstairs and shower.

"Who is that nigga on my couch Des?"

I looked up from my phone and saw August dripping wet from the shower. I felt my jaw drop and my panties moisten. "He's just a friend August, he gave me a ride from the studio." He walked closer and I felt his package against my thigh. "You giving him my pussy Desire?" His voice was calm, erotic even. My heartbeat picked up feeling his hardness. "N-no." I tried walking around him to get into the bathroom but I was slammed into the wall and my hoodie was pulled off of me. "You sho?" He asked, breathing on my neck. My thighs began heating up, and I instantly wanted sex. He motioned to my shorts, making me take them off. "No panties Des?" He asked, kissing and sucking my neck. I moaned quietly trying to resist. He stuck two fingers inside of me and I groaned loudly and raked my nails against his back. I was close to my orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of me and licked my cream off of them. "Betta not give that fuck nigga my pussy Desire. Take ya ass into the shower." He walked away and left me in awe, sexually frustrated, and confused all at the same time.