Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

In Too Deep

"You two are just friends Jasmine," I reminded myself while stealing glimpses of Nique as he paced the hallway.

A tryst between Nique and I had begun. Unfortunately, it was only one that would occur while I was asleep.

Confused by my dreams I had lost sight of what I had originally set out to do.

As the vibrant green leaves of the oak tree standing erect in front of the house began to morph into a kaleidoscope of reds, yellows and browns, I had never felt any closer to a man than what I did with Nique. He had grown on me and after a while I couldn't even imagine making a pass at him anymore. I was too terrified to lose the connection that had formed between us. Of course there was some sexual tension, but he had so much respect for me that he dared not to try anything either. So naturally, I wouldn't have thought tonight would be any different.

"What's wrong," I shouted from my bedroom as Nique passed my room for the umpteenth time.

"Ri is fucking over me Jasmine, I know it!" he fumed as he stepped in my doorway." Kyrielle had been spending less and less time at home and it was clear to see the toll it was taking on Nique.

Not saying a word, I patted the spot next to me on the bed. Nique went on as he neared me, "I know she fucking with somebody. Shit ain't the same, she's been sleeping out... And on top of that, she be taking Li'l Man out in them streets too." He slammed his fist into his hand. "I caught her this morning trying to pack his clothes so I asked her were was she going. She claimed she was going to let him spend a few days by a friend. First she says he's by her mama's house, and then she tells me he's by a friend... I don't feel comfortable with Tyree being bounced from house to house like that so I told her, straight up, he wasn't going no fucking where."

"What did she do when you told her that?"

"She threw his bag at me screaming, 'Then you watch him then Nique', and then she just left."

"So she just walked out and left Tyree?" I was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, he's in bed right now. I swear if I catch that girl..."

I took his face and pressed his lips against mine. "Shhh," I hushed him and I wiped the moisture from his eye. It hurt my heart to see him like that and I just wanted his pain to end.

He took a moment, staring into my eyes, and then laid me down with the weight of his body. The kiss he gave me was rough, long and passionate.

He came up for air and huffed, "Damn Jasmine, I been wanting you so bad."

"And I've been wanting you too." I sat back up as I felt his lips trace the side of my face then down to my neck.

Softly I moaned as his hand inched up my oversized t-shirt and massaged my nipple, pinching it between his thumb and index finger until it extended. Then he took my shirt off and brought my bare breast to his mouth. With speed, his hard tongue flicked over my whole titty and with his other hand he pushed me back.

Biting the tip of my index finger, I looked at him in anticipation while he slid between my legs and slipped off my panties.

He brought his face an inch or so from my coochie, just close enough to get a good whiff.

"Pussy smells good," he commented before diving in.

I grabbed two handfuls of his dreads, using them like reins as he went to work.

"Oooh, that feels so good baby," I squealed and squirmed around in pleasure.

"Stay still," he commanded and gripped onto my hips to hold me in place.