Fantasies 2

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Bridges.

I throw the football to Deanda, watching her catch it at the other end of the field. We run toward another as she tries to do these tricks and eventually runs around me. I smack my lips, placing my hands on my hips in deep breaths. Deanda runs to the in zone, celebrating when she makes a touchdown. I shake my head in laughter, standing in the middle of the field.

We're finally home from New York which was good. I'm not into that fashion shit, but it was cool to go just to see a different side of the industry. Deanda and I have been playing games since we got home. Basically bored as hell.

She decided on playing strip football, which ever one of us makes a touchdown the other person has to strip. On our Love & Basketball shit, well Football shit. We just began, so it's not like we fully naked at least not yet. I got a whole inside football field built in the backyard so we all good.

"Mhmm. Take it off." She demands waving her fingers toward her self. I remove my shirt and throw it on grass in laughter.

"Don't get too happy now I still have on my shorts, boxers and socks. You have your panties and bra left." I inform her licking my lips. She plays with the end of her braids, shoving the football in my chest. I stumble back a bit, smacking her ass as she walks off.

"You about to make a nigga forfeit." I admit, following right behind her. She smirks, looking over her shoulder. We get back in place and I spiral the ball to her. She catches it and begins to run toward me. I lift her up and run back to my in zone, Deanda laughs as I put her down. She slaps my chest and I pull her to me kissing her temple.

"You cheated." She whines, catching my lips with hers.

"Win or lose you still gone get this dick." I tell her aggressively backing her up to the wall. She drops the ball and moans as I pick her up by her thighs, deepening the kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck. I groan huskily, and bite her lip while pulling back.

"Darius. Not here." She mumbles in kisses.

"Why, the grass make you itch?" I chuckle and pull back. I let her down as she grabs her clothes and puts them on.

"No, I actually have to go." She says kind of low. I sigh and nod in understanding, grabbing my shirt and put it on. We walk through the garage way to the house, and make our way to the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed and follow her every move. I should of known that work would call her up and I'n not surprised. It is what it is.

"Ok I'm gone aight?" She says. I nod and give her a kiss on the cheek, following her to the door while grabbing my jacket. She hops in her Porsche and I put my hands in my pockets, watching the gate open in deep sighs. I guess this is sort of my karma because I do leave for work whenever her and I are in the middle of something.

She'll get mad but I make it up to her every time. Rather it's sex, money, jewelry or clothes she's satisfied. I enter the house and close the door, my phone ringing from the other room. I see its the homie Vaughn, so I thought to pick up. It's been two weeks since I heard from the homie, probably important or crazy.

"Get the fuck out my house G! And take your shit with you!" Gerald hollers in the back. I furrow my eyebrows confused, hearing glass break as Vaughn laughs.

"Hello?"

"Yo nigga, I need a ride to your place." He says.

"What's going on?" I throw on my socks and Jordan slides, grabbing my keys off the counter. The arguing steady going on in the background.

"Sabrina done went awall and slashed G's tires bruh. I have no way home." He says. I shake my head and leave out the house, unlocking the G Wagon. I traded in my Hummer for this thing here, this is my new baby.