The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 31

•Drea•

I've Been Doing My Best To Get My Health Back On Track. Michael Has Been A Big Help But Me And Him Still Get Into Little Petty Arguments. I Still Wouldn't Trade Him For The World At This Point. Even Though He's Been Getting On My Last Nerve I See That He Cares For Me And Wants Me To Do Better For Myself. I Can Just See That He Honestly Has A Lot Of Insecurities.

Currently We Were Sitting In My Livingroom Watching Netflix While Cuddling Up On The Couch. He Began Rubbing My Thighs.

"Michael."

He Didn't Stop Though.

"Michael Don't You Start With Me."

I Felt His Cool Breath On The Back Of My Neck As He Chuckled.

"Question." He Said. "And Don't Get Offended."

"Okay?"

"Have You...Ever Given Head Before."

The Question Didn't Take Me By Surprise. I Knew This Conversation Was Going To Come Up At Some Point. We Both Sat Up.

"Once...But I Don't Think I Really Did A Good Job."

"Why's That."

"He Didn't Say Much Afterwards."

"Okay, Do You Think You Could Ever Try For Me?"

"Do You Want Me To, Cause I Will."

"I Mean I'm Not Forcing But We've Been 'Together' For A Minute And A Nigga Got Needs."

"Oh Trust, I Know."

"And I Know Your Still A Virgin So I'm Not Trying To Push The Whole Sex Thing. Whenever Your Ready, If You Ever Even Want To-"

"Michael Honestly At This Point I Don't Care. I Mean I Care But I Don't. I'm 25 Years Old. Who Wants To Be 25 And Still A Virgin. I Don't Know Many Virgins Past 18."

"I Just Didn't Want To Make You Uncomfortable."

I Playfully Rolled My Eyes. "So Do You Want This Head Or Not."

He Laughed. "I Mean, Hell Yeah, Why Wouldn't I."

"Fine."

I Got Up And Got On My Knees Infront Of Him. "Go Ahead, Pull It Out."

"You Being Real Bold Today." He Said As He Unzipped His Pants And Lowered Them A Bit, Along With His Undergarments.

I'm Not Gone Lie Now, I Was Scared. He's Nowhere Near Small Or Average. I Began Sucking Him Up With Him Guiding Me On How He Likes It. Honestly, I Think I Did A Decent Job And Michael Surely Let Me Know I Did A Good Job. Next Thing You Know, I'm Laid Out On The Couch With His Head Between My Legs. Afterwards We Got Back To Watching Our Movies And Eventually Fell Asleep.

"Drea!" I Heard Keena's Loud Voice Yell.

"Whaaat?" I Groaned.

"We Gone Be Late For Practice."

"What Time Is It?"

"10:30."

I Hopped Up. "Oh Shit! I Forgot About Practice."

"Yeah And We Got A Couple Of Weeks Til Dance Season Start."

"Wait A Minute, Where You Been The Last Couple Of Days?"

"Mind Ya Business."

I Just Stared At Her.

"Okay I Been With Chad."

"That's All You Had To Say Heffa."

I Got Up And Ran Upstairs. I Took A Shower And Quickly Got Dressed In Some Short Leggings And A Tank Top. I Pulled My Hair Up Into A Bun And Threw On Any Nike's I Could Get My Hands On. I Changed Up The Practice Times. When School Starts, On Weekends We Practice From 11 Am To 4 Pm And On Weekdays 4 Pm To 9pm. That's 5 Hours A Day.