Friday
October 15th, 2013
7:13 PMElijah D.
Nyla removed her head from my lap as I pulled into the gas station and up to one of the gas pumps. "You want something out of here," I asked, putting my dick back inside my boxer briefs and zipping my fly. She wiped the saliva from her chin and the corners of her mouth, "I'm going in, too. I have to pee like crazy." I nodded, opening the door and stepped out. I walked around the car and pulled her door open. She adjusted her top, her breast had spilled out of her shirt while she was leant over the car's console, and stepped out.
I held her waist as we walked into the 7-eleven. We parted ways, her going to the bathroom and me going to the coolers to grab a Gatorade. I made my way to the counter and went into my pocket, "forty on pump three." As the cashier punched in keys on the cash register, the door chimed from someone walking in. I looked over and was immediately greeted with a smile once the young lady got a full view of my face. It was Chi-Town.
"Well isn't this a surprise," she cocked her head to the side and smiled. "First night in your state and I run into you."
"Word," I nodded and handed the cashier the hundred dollar bill. "What are you getting into tonight? You said if I was in your city we'd link up. I'm here," she bit her lip. I was about to respond when Nyla placed a sprite and a bag of hot fries on the counter, her lips poked to the side.
"Three dollars even," the cashier said. "He's paying for it," Nyla motioned her head to me. I pulled a twenty from the change the cashier handed me. "Un un," Nyla shook her head, "pull out one of those hundred dollar bills." I lowered my eyes at her and went into my pocket. I peeled off another hundred dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. He started to hand me the change when Nyla spoke up, "I'll take the change." The cashier looked at me, his expression asking for permission, and I nodded. He handed Nyla the change and she tucked the money in her shirt where her breast sat. She looked at me, "you know where and how to find it. I'll be in the car."
She grabbed the bag containing her items and walked out of the store, hips switching like a muthafucka with her nose in the air and her natural curls bouncing. I bit at the corner of my mouth watching her move so eloquently. My woman is a woman in every way. Chi-Town looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't know you had a girlfriend. I was going to hit you up once I got settled. I wouldn't have come here if I knew you were seeing someone."
"I never told you to come out here on the sole purpose of seeing me. I think I specifically told you not to." She furrowed her eyebrows, "but you never said you were seeing anyone so I didn't think it would be a problem." I scratched my head, "yo," I drawled, frustration settling in, "I barely know you, we're not about to do this. I've already been standing in here speaking with you for a minute too long. Enjoy New York, aight?"
I grabbed the Gatorade and maneuvered around her to walk out of the store. I filled Nyla's gas tank and hopped in the driver's seat. I looked over at her and grabbed her by the back of her neck. I took her full bottom lip in my mouth and tongued her down as my free hand traveled down her shirt. Our lips move rhythmically as I pulled the money from her shirt and slid my hand down her belly and inside of her panties, pressing the cash against her garden. I spoke against her lips, "I'ma come find that later." She giggled and pulled slightly pulled her head back, our faces were less than a centimeter apart. "That back there wasn't anything, you understand?"
"I didn't think it was. She just needed a clue," she smiled and pecked my lips. I started the engine and pulled out of the gas station. "Next time we're just going to an aquarium to see some fish. I can't believe I didn't catch not one fish. Meanwhile, you caught like ten." Nyla said. I laughed, "most people think that fishing is purely luck, but there's actually a skill to it. The more you do it, the better you'll get."
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Black and Blue: The Calm
General FictionNyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...