Love Jones

The Spot

Mariah laughed as Jackson danced around her. He grabbed her hand and twirled her around then dipped her. People in the crowds had blunts going around in the small humid room. Drinks were flowing non-stop. The two were enjoying themselves. A slow reggae song came on. Jacksom stopped goofing around and pulled Mariah closer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled sheepishly. Over the week of knowing each other, Mariah has grown to like Jackson more than she had planned. Jackson was feeling the same way but maybe more.

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Jackson walked Mariah to her door. She turned around and looked at him.

"Thank you for showing me a good time." Jackson smiled.

"No problem, anytime." They stood there for a minute.

"Well, uhh I have to get going." Slowly Jackson leans down and kisses Mariah. Of course she kissed back.

Before things could get even more heated she pulled away. "I really want to invite you in, but my pride..."

"Put your pride aside." She giggled.

"Good night, Jackson." He smiled but was lowkey mad.

"Good night, Mariah." He walked back over to his motorcycle while Mariah walked into her apartment.

"Fuck!" Jackson cursed under his breath then rubbed his face. Mariah smiled at his little fit then peeked her head out of her door.

"Hey, Jackson." He looked up. "I think my pride could be set aside for tonight."

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Mariah woke up in her bed fully naked. She smiled as she remembered last night with Jackson. She rose from her bed and handled her hygiene then walked downstairs. Jackson was at the stove shirtless fixing the both of them breakfast. He smiled when he felt small hands rubbing his chest and stomach, then going lower into his boxers. He jumped when he felt her hands touch his member.

"Damn you okay?" Mariah laughed at him. Jackson turned around and picked her up, putting her on the counter. They began kissing and touching like horny high school kids until there was a knock on her door. She groaned and pulled away then went to answer the door.

"Well, well, well! If it isnt Mariah Robinson! Bitch I aint seen you since-" Jamilla stopped once she saw a shirtless Jackson standing at the stove. She looked at Mariah and smirked.

"No wonder I haven't been seeing you. Call me later hoe, love you!" Mariah shook her head at her friend.

"Where were we?" Jackson smiled at her.