Chapter 2.- Rachelle
"Oh shit Quincy, what time is it?" I said while climbing out of his bed.
Quincy groaned a little then turned over to look at me, with his eyes still halfway shut. "You moswell just stay, it's 6:00(am)."
"What you mean just stay Quincy, I did stay. Did you forget yo sister at home waitin for me?" I looked through my phone and had 20 missed calls from Keisha. And 16 text messages.
"Shit!" I said then hurried my jeans and white tank-top back on. I grabbed my purse and slipped on my white flip flops and headed twords his bedroom door.
"Wait baby, I can't get no kiss before you leave." Quincy said while sitting up in the bed. The plush blanket barely covering him.
I rushed over to him and gave him a quick kiss, then started to get back off of the bed. "Wait, wait. That wasn't no kiss." He said smirking.
I sighed. "Quincy I have to go."
He smiled and leaned over twords me. "Just one more kiss." He said.
I leaned in and gently kissed him. I knew I had to leave, and if I didn't leave anytime soon we'd be fucking again. And Keisha would be calling me some more.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. My lips parted and gave his tounge entrance, which made the kiss so much more pleasuring.
I pulled away from him when I felt myself getting aroused, remembering I had to go. "I'll be by tonight after work or you can come by later when she goes to her job, that's only if she doesn't beat my ass senseless when I walk through the door."
He laughed. "She won't, just tell her you went to a friends house or somethin. Or say you was helpin someone study but fell asleep."
I kissed him quickly then got up. "Good plan, I'll let you know what happens later on alright."
"Alright bye baby."
I opened up his bedroom door, ran through his small and neat apartment. Then rushed out to my car and drove off.
I have a Grand Cherokee, and how fast I was driving and turning corners I'm suprised the thing didn't flip over. Our condo was about 15-20 minutes from Quincy's apartment. But I got there in about 10 minutes or less, I took every shortcut I could find.
I unlocked the door, and went in as quietly as I could. I figured Keisha would be sleep but I was wrong. She was pacing back and forth in our bedroom with her hands on her hips.
Even though I knew she was upset she still looked good as hell. Her black and full natural curly hair was flowing down her back. She had on a yellow belly shirt that stopped right under her boobs, and pink girl boxers. That hugged her thighs and showed off her firm ass and curves perfectly.
I slowly walked down the hallway and she turned to look at me. But before I got completely in the room she snatched me by my shoulders and drug me around so I'd be directly in front of her.
"Ow!" I said grimacing in pain from her tight ass grip on my shoulders.
"Where in the fuck have you been! I've been up all night tryna get ahold of yo ass and you haven't responded to me yet! Tell me where you was at right now!" Keisha yelled.
I looked up into her honey brown eye's, and I swore to myself that she had never looked so angry before. Not twords me anyways. She looked furious but her face was still beautiful.
"Okay Keisha, just let go of my shoulders your hurting me."I said trying to squirm out of her grip.
She threw me down on the bed. "I let you go, now tell me where the fuck you been at all night. Now!"
