"Do you want mashed potatoes too?" Isaiah asked as he made my plate
"Yes sir" I said with a giggle. He chuckled and brought our plates over to the table I was seated at.
After getting dress in comfortable attire I followed Isaiah across the hall to his apartment. His apartment was very masculine but simple. On the side of his kitchen he had stairs that led to a loft that I wish I had in my apartment. And the view he had . pshh it gave me life .You could see the city right out his window
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It took him 15 minutes to finish the food and we used that time to get to know each other. I found out that he had a passion for cooking and basketball. I also found out that Mr.Brewster was his dad which now makes since to why he stayed after class longer than anyone else. Now here we are eating this bomb ass food talking about nothing in particular
"Ayee, I lived around here my whole life and I ain't never seen you so where you from?" He asked
"Well I'm from North Jersey but I was raised in South Jersey. I recently just moved here a couple months ago to get my own apartment before the semester started so I could explore the city and become familiar with it." I answered
"Well what made you wanna move here? Isn't it two different vibes from where you from and here?" He asked while furrowing his big sexy eyebrows.
"Well yea it is, that's why I moved here to be in a different environment and to give me inspiration for my pieces" I answered truthfully
By this point I had already filled Isaiah in on what I was going to school for. He didn't respond after I answered which gave me time to study his features even more. The basketball jersey he wore made it easy for me to see his toned tatted arms.
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He big juicy pink lips had me wondering how they would devour my pus--
"Do you always do that?" He asked with an amused smirk on his face interrupting my thoughts
"What ya talking abut?" I replied acting as clueless as possible. He chuckled as he got up to take his plate to the sink
"Just admit it, I'm one fine nigga and that's the reason you can't stop staring." He said with a cocky smirk "Oops its a little drool on the side if ya mouth." He finished walking away
I sat there alone thinking about how fine he was. He was so close to having my virgin Mary ass sprawled out on his bed butt ass naked forgetting about my morals
"Nigga stop gassing. You ain't that cute."I Replied as fast as my brain would let me. I got up and followed him to the kitchen to wash my plate. Deciding to be nice I took his plate and utensils out his hand and wash them too.
"Thanks ma" he mumbled. The little pet name itself had my knees buckling. I need to get away from him. Now
"Well thanks for dinner it was delicious but I need to get home cause the itis is getting ready to take over my body" I said with a nervous chuckle. I was no where near tired in fact I was probably gonna be up all night thinking about him.
The way his eyes pierced into mine let me know that he caught on to my excuse.
"Alright baby girl" he replied. I went to walk away but he trapped me between him and the counter and whispered " butnexttimecomeupwithabettaexcuse ma" and with that he walked away and up his stairs. After a few minutes of day dreaming I let myself out.
