What's Really Hood?

Nothing Like the First Time

"What's on yo' mind, ma?"

I didn't realize I'd been staring until he pulled me from my thoughts. I ran my hands through my kinky hair before letting out a sigh, walking over to my side of the bed and grabbing my soft, silk scarf from the top drawer.

"Babe, what are we doing?" I asked, crossing the room and getting comfortable in the bed.

"Not tonight, Ni'Andra. Can we ever just cuddle and chill? Why you wanna put a name on what the fuck we're doing? We're grown, right? I know I am."

"No, because that's all we do—"

"What you wanna do? You wanna be my girl or somethin'? Baby girl, you're married."

"You don't have to tell me what I am. I know I'm married, but that relationship is as good as dead. I just don't want to be stagnant in whatever it is that we're doing, you feel me? I'm not trying to put a label on anything; I just want to know where we're going... What are you doing? Zo, where are you going?"

"I'm sleeping in the guest room while you figure shit out. Goodnight, Ni'Andra."

Dumbfounded, I sat there. He slammed the door behind himself, and the sound of his footsteps leaving the door reached my ears. What the fuck did I do wrong? All I did was ask a question.

I threw myself back into the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was uneasily obtained. I tossed and turned, and when I read 2:37 a.m. on the clock, I screamed into the pillow to let out my frustrations. My marriage was done. Dre was continuing to text my phone. I didn't know what the hell Zorian and I were doing. On top of that, sleep was avoiding me. Why couldn't life just be fair?

Before giving myself a chance to question my actions, the soles of my socked feet met the plush carpet, and I exited the bedroom, heading across the hall to Zorian's guest room. I padded along in the darkness, trying to keep the noise down. Upon reaching his door, I turned the cold knob and was surprised to see that Zorian was awake, and the screen to his phone lit up his handsome scowl. But that wasn't the most surprising part.

"Are you... beating your meat? Aren't you too old for that?" I whispered, and his eyes shot up in shock. My night may have been going shitty, but the smile still graced my lips, and laughter bubbled out of me. My hands covered my mouth, and he pulled the cover over his hard dick, which made me realize this was my chance.

"Man, Ni, what is you doing in here?" he asked, pulling the string under the lamp shade to turn the light on.

"I couldn't sleep. Obviously, you couldn't either, so how about you let me take care of that for you?" I closed the door as soon as I stepped over the threshold. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, I swayed my hips as I strutted toward him, my t-shirt slowly rising with each twist of my hips.

"C'mon—"

"That's what I'm saying, baby. C'mon. Let me ride." I smirked, reaching the foot of the bed, and began to pull the covers back, revealing his piece for me to see. That was what I wanted. It was what I needed. Climbing in on all fours, I crept up to him.

"Ni, baby girl, baby girl, baby girl. You don't know what you're doing to me right now."

"I think I know exactly what I'm doing." My eyes were glued to his dick that he didn't try to cover up. It stood tall and proud like the Eiffel Tower. When I went grab it, his hand caught mine in his, halting my movements.

"Ni—"

I snatched my hand back, already about to lose my cool. "First, it was because I was drunk and married. I'm not drunk now, and my marriage doesn't exist, Zo, so what's up?" I couldn't handle him constantly turning me down, especially when we could always get so close to crossing the line. He would never let me go where I wanted, and I had to admit that it hurt.