I. Tamara

Prologue

Tamara.

I climbed on top of the chocolate teen aged boy as I felt his hand crawl up my shirt causing me to moan. He's beyond an amazing kisser. He's brown skin with nice full lips and a smile to die for. I'm lucky to be here with him right now. I began to grind my lower body against his boner as I felt it rise higher. He lifted my shirt up over my head then looked at my breast in amazement. I smirked then cupped his cheeks into my hands and began kissing him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth, encouraging our tongues to wrestle inside. He moved his lips away mine and replaced them onto my neck while I cocked my head to the side, scrunching my face up, letting out faint whimpers at the feeling of a hickie forming.

"Jacquees, baby," I moaned with my eyes shut.

Instantly my dad burst into my room. I jumped off of him extremely fast from the fear of an invader.

"Tamara? What the heck?" He looked at Jacquees. "Get out."

Jacquees grabbed his shirt and hurried out of my window.

"Sorry!!!" I yelled out to him. "Dad, what do you want?" I folded my arms under my breast.

"Put on some damn clothes, first of all. Second of all, what is wrong with you? You bringing boys in my house now?" He shouted angrily.

I pulled on my shirt then sat on my bed and tucked in my lips. I'm not saying a word to him because it's not like he cares. I can do what I want when I want. I reached over to my dresser, grabbing a condom before I threw it at him.

"I'm being safe," I stated, rolling my eyes.

He sighed, rubbing his shaved head. "Whatever. I'm done!"

He walked out of my room and slammed the door shut. I shrugged then grabbed my bag and began throwing clothes into it. I grabbed all of my savings then put on my hoodie and my shades. I began to climb out of the window when I saw Jacquees waiting. I dragged my dufflebag out of the window then climbed down to him. I giggled, running toward his car. We both slid into his mustang as I threw my bag in the back.

"Where to, beautiful?"

"Drop me at that hotel 'round that corner over there." I instructed.

We pulled off from my father's parking lot. I'm planning on going to Los Angeles to find myself. He dropped me at the hotel and I acted as if I were walking toward it, but as he grew harder to spot in the crowd of cars, I began walking toward the service road. A truck stopped beside me and I stopped then looked at it.

"Need a ride?" He asked.

Holy shit, he's hot.

"Um, name?"

"Michael. Michael Jordan," He shook his head, smiling a little.

"Yeah right. Apartment number 23?" I chuckled.

"Well, that's my name, but just call me B. Its the initial of my middle name," He smiled.

I looked from left to right then climbed in the truck with him.

"So basically Micheal B. Jordan," I asked biting my bottom lip.

"Pretty much. What's your name though?"

"Tamara. Tamara Pullins." I smiled at him.

"Pretty name for a beautiful girl,"

"Thanks. You're pretty good looking yourself."

He chuckled. "How old are you?"

I chuckled. "19," A little lie won't kill a fly. "How old are you,"

"24," He nodded gripping onto the wheel and raising his eyebrow a bit. "You're not a hooker or anything are ya?"

"Nahhh." I moved closer to him then whispered in his ear, "but I can be," I nibbled onto his ear then slid back into my seat.

He bit onto his lip then looked over at me.

I didn't need him thinking I was easy. "But you gotta work for it,"

He chuckled. "Oh really now?"

I nodded. I put myself in the mood so I began shifting around in my seat. It became unbearable. I needed him.

"Stop the truck," I mumbled.

He began to slow down the pulled over to the side of the rode. "What's wrong?"

I jumped at him, crashing my lips onto his. God his lips feel amazing. This will take awhile.

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Tamara a thot or nah? Jk but I hoped yall enjoyed.