NETFLIX & CHILL (Short Story)

Chapter 3: back at my place with a stranger

Chapter 3
Back at my place with a stranger

               There we were, just me & him, all alone in my living room sitting on my couch awkwardly. I barely knew this man, and now he's sitting in my living room. But I so needed his presence there, because I felt so uneasy about that weird stalking nigga at the store. The only thing I can think of to make this awkward situation a bit more comfortable is to offer him a drink. Not just any drink, but a glass of wine of course. Moments later, as we were sipping on the wine, we engaged into some good intriguing adult conversation. Turns out the alcohol was the Icebreaker. The awkwardness was now gone. Before I knew it, we both were chilling, watching Netflix on my big 50 inch flat screen TV. “So Naomi, what do you like to watch on nights like this?” he says, “Well, I like just about anything, but preferably something that will make me laugh, keep in the mood. What about you?” I said picking up the remote, “I like my shows with a little bit of…….Heat in them, if you know what I mean,” his emphasis on heat, had me sweating on the inside.  As I was strolling through the many different movie options, I noticed me and him pretty much had the same taste in movies. He liked “The Man across the Hall, Fruitvale Station, Perfect Stranger, Save the Last Dance, and Bad Boys II.” The Perfect Stranger movie was literally in comparison to the situation we were at that moment. Everything about him screamed stranger, but perfect none of the less.  It was something about the mix of alcohol and a good movie on Netflix that suddenly drew us closer to one another. We finally decided on a flick to watch, I turned on The Man Across the Hall. “How in the hell that Nigga going leave his wife, she not even  that fat. She thick as fuck! Nigga you is a fool!” I screamed to the tv, “Hmmm, some men don’t realize how good they have it with their women, until they are gone.” “Right though? That’s aight though, his bitch ass going to learn.” He chuckles at my banter, he then moves a piece of hair from my face. The tip of his thumb was so smooth, I redirected my attention to the bastard that was about leave his wife on a bullshit deal he made.  20 minutes into the movie, It was as if I had been knowing Andre for years. Before I knew it, my head was laying up on his shoulders and his arm ended up around  upon my waist. I was starting to no longer feel like he was a stranger that I just met at the liquor store. He was starting to feel like a cuddle buddy, who I comfortably latched onto like a little girl holding a teddy bear. It felt so good cuddling with him. The pleasant fragrance of his cologne softly smothering me where I didn't wanna stop exhaling his scent. His strong arms embraced me gently, where I didn't want him to let go. This is what I've always wanted, a man who would just cuddle with me,  watch movies, drink and just chill with me. And who knew I would have to found someone like this so unexpectedly, so oddly, and most of all in a strange place like ShiShi’s liquor store.

                Moments later, we was pretty much halfway through the movie we was watching on Netflix. But we barely could get into it, because we were too busy having pillow talk with one another through the midst of the movie. And we pretty much drunk through most of the wine. The crazy thing was is that I was starting to feel a little sad. Because I didn't want him to leave. It felt so good laying in his arms, I felt I could do this all night. The movie was ending, the wine was almost gone, and I didn't know if he had some woman to go back home to, or if he had other plans. So, would I be wrong to convince him to stay? A stranger that I barely even know to stay with me tonight and continue to let me lay up in his arms, like I was his girl or somethin?  What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this? I bet he thinks I'm just some needy, desperate,  lonely ass chick who needs a man to just lay up with. But as I'm watching him lay up with me he seems to be enjoying himself.  I don't want to seem desperate, or seem like I'm just some easy type of chick, so I then asked him.... just to see what he'll say.... just so he'll think I don't really need him here.... and to see if he'll be willing to leave on his own.... even though deep down inside I didn't want him to leave..... I asked; "soooo, I'm sorry to keep you from whatever you have planned tonight ha ha! I don't want you to think I'm kidnapping you or anything ha ha! The movie is about to go off and I don't want to keep you from whatever business you had plan. I'm quite sure that crazy-ass stalking nigga is not going to show up or do anything ha ha!". "Ha ha I get the picture, you're putting me out huh! I had a great time with you though", he said as he started to get up from our cuddle up position and stretched his arms getting ready to leave my house. As soon as his arms left from cuddling with me, I suddenly got cold as if a chilling Breeze had suddenly came through my body. Mmmm! I wanted his strong arms to continue to hold me. I didn't want the warmth of his presence to leave me so soon. My body just laid on the couch in a frozen like position, I watched him put on his shoes. Inside I was just screaming, “ no don't go! no don't leave me! Don't stop holding me Baby!”. But his shoes was now already on his feet and he stood up ready to exit out of my Living room and then towards the front door. “Andre wait!”, I got up to walk him towards the front door but suddenly my body had a mind of its own. I softly grabbed his arm and just held it. He turned around and glanced at me without saying a word to why I was reticent holding his arm. He looked at me as if he already knew why. As if he could read my mind. “You didn't need to ask…..” My eyes popped out of my head at his response, then suddenly his strong hands grab hold of my waist and pulled me closer to him, his lips lay rest to my lips. We were suddenly engaged in a deep passionate kiss.  I became lost as I was engaging deeper into this passionate kiss. He held onto my waist, my body felt weak in his embrace. So weak, that we both ended up falling back onto my couch while he was on top of me kissing me. “Ahhh!” my head hit the pillow, we laugh at the way we land on the couch. I cup his cheeks as I continue to kiss him, he bit my lower lip firmly, I felt a little bit of fire grow where the love wound was placed.

              “So I didn’t have to ask, huh?” He kisses my lips more aggressively. The heat was growing inside of my body and underneath my clothes was becoming more than I could handle. He started kissing down my neck, his hands were caressing my hips and thighs. Each touch he placed on me felt so good to my body that I felt pleasurable chills. I nestle my lips on his head, and place a tender bite to it. He liked the way my teeth felt. He slipped his tongue down my stomach “Hmmmmm!” My head dove deeper back into the pillow. My arms were tangled around his strong neck, in a swift move,  he slammed my arms over my head, and looked me in my eyes, he says “You let me take care of this...Just lay back and relax.”  Oooooh! I felt a warm bolt of lighting go up my spine at his commanding tone. If his love making was as good as his seduction tactics, he’s in for a treat when he’s done.

              Damn! My pussy was getting so moist below,  I could feel  it bubbling. Now he's taking off his shirt exposing his athletic physique, and Oh..My...Gosh…. What stood before my very eyes, was a masterpiece of God. A Chocolate God. He his 8 pack, along with the sweat, made him gilsten in all of the right places. My hands were stroking his package through his jeans, it felt huge in my hand. Like Damn! Huge and rock hard.  “I guess you wasn’t expecting me to be a beast, were you Baby?” No not really, but I’m not complaining nigga.  He kissed my lips again, his hands were under my shirt. He lifts my shirt up to where my breast are partially exposed. My shirt  is off in his head,  he was in between my breast, kissing, licking and now he's sucking my oh so sensitive nipples.  “Suck,suck,suck,suck” “ahhhhhhh” he licked my nipples in a circular motion. That shit had me Wildin’ out! I smashed my head deeper and deeper into the pillow. I just can't believe what's going on right now. (( Got Damn!))  “Ahhhhh…..” My head was near an explosion, I was trying to lift myself up. As I was lifting my head, Andre  placed his hand on my stomach. He kissed the side of it.  Now he's slowly pulling off my leggings  ((Oh shit)),and then throwing them across my living room. He looked at my body, and then at my light pink lace panties. Andre wanted to examine he packaging of his treat. Out the corner of his eye, a small drip of my juice leaked from my panties. He swapped it onto his finger, tasting it. “Hmmmmm, sweet, just like I thought it would be.” Andre played with the lace trim of my panties for a moment. “Come here baby….” I said. I pull him towards me and we kiss. I also help assist him pulling off my panties. Then he buried his head in between my legs and once his tongue landed on my clitoris.

             "Sssss AwwwwWww!" I was moaning loud as fuck, because it's been so long since a tongue has been on this pussy. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ooooh! Yes!”  He was licking, sucking and rolling his head all on my clit!  “Mhmmm-ahhh” he moaned.  My legs begin to shiver as I held his head closer to my pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit so fast that it felt as if his tongue was vibrating. "Mmmmm shit boy! Eat the fuck out of this pussy like its yours!".  I pushed my head back into the pillow. He  was rubbing my outside of thighs as he binged.  For some reason, I placed my arm over my breast, probably from all of the spinning and the work out that was being put on this pussy, was causing me to be delirious. That nigga tongue was like magic to my pussy, had my body squirming in  ways I couldn't control.