Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction// IV.

I lay beside T, my naked body heaving and clammy after recent vigorous and messy sex. My voice croaks with pain, long dissipitated from the euphoric screams. He smokes a blunt up near me and occasiocally ashes it into a red solo cup on the night stand.
I kiss near his thigh, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

"Damn round two already? It only been like five shorty." He laughs in the midst of taking a pull of the ammonious weed. I pout. "And?"

"What lie you told ol dude this time?" He asks, subtly averting and declining my request. 

I can only speak a little above a whisper, my voice in a rasp. "Nothin'. I'm skipping class."

He shoots me a disapproving glare. "Don't skip class for me."

"But Pook it'd be the only time I get to see you." I whine. "I can only lie so much. He has my location."

He hands me the blunt and I take the offer, hitting the end with a long drag. The air stings my throat as I inhaled and I begin to cough up a storm. T throws his head back in guttural laughter.

I playfully punch him in his bicep. "That's–" Cough. "Not–" Cough. "Funny!"

"You gotta work up to makin' clouds, D. I'm hip you ain't blow in a min'." He finishes his laughter, unclutching his stomach. "Wait... How he got your location and you... Here?"

I shrug and inhale more slowly and shortly than the last pull. "Turned off my phone. Last location it picked up was the campus."

A slowed, acoustic version of A Boogie's "Bad Girl" plays in the background of our conversation and I swing my lower body to the melody of the R&B song while the blunt burns between my fingers. I respire a dense, successful cloud  and suck it back in the middle of my choreography.
I turn to him with a half-baked smile. "How's that, daddy?"

"Yo dance or that cloud?"

"Both."

"The cloud was A1. The dance could use a lil' more ass."

"You irritating." I smirk and get to my feet, still swaying my hips to the musical snaps. I exhale the skunky fog and my low, blood-written eyes smile at him. "Lemme try again."

"Girl I still fuck with you even though you've been a bad girl.
I wanna teach you a lesson,
– tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl."

I turn and gradually roll my hips down onto his clothed lap. I grind rhythmically on his pelvis to the tune and bend over to give him more of his request. I look back to read his face of enjoyment and his lip enveloped in his mouth. A smack comes down on my ass, abruptly his arms snake around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. My clit swipes his visible erection and I subtly moan.
He harshly whipers in my ear, "Lap dance finna get you fucked."  His tongue runs down my ear lobe and I giggle.
"You sayin' that like that's a threat."

"It will be when you can't fuckin' walk. How you gone walk back to yo man?" He snarls.

"I can always use a–"

My watch alarm beeps to life. The time my class ends – or the time I have to be heading home. I gather my sober thoughts and tap to shut the alarm silent.
"I gotta go." I frown with woe.

He releases me from his clutch and I stand again. I get dressed back into my classical dick appointment outfit – booty shorts and a revealing tube top. Before I make my daily goodbye, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. I felt myself plummeting hard for him and basking in the glow again – how it once was. Regret was a thing of the past, I felt myself energized for anything after our rendezvous.  Everything felt normal and fine again. I felt emotionally stable for the first time in months – even through seldom punches and frequent screams at me from Cell. His company became my sanctuary.
I make my daily foreplayful kiss – a ritual that I've been performing everyday since the last two weeks flew of our rekindling. He invades my mouth against the wall and aggressively grab my ass.
His fingers creep to my pussy and I rip away everytime.
"I told you I gotta skate." I laugh and grasp the door knob.

"I can't feel on my shit?"

I shake my head and swing open the door. I step out and march for my car.

"When the next time Imma see you baby?"

I pause and shrug. "He's going OT this weekend."

"So this weekend?"

"Maybe!" I call out and head for the Benz.

He waves me off, "Fasho!"

I open the winged door up and step foot in it. "Love you, Daddy!" I wave back and slip in the keys into the small ignition.