Encounter

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He handed me my name tag back and I quickly thanked him. It was sorta cliche seeing him here. It felt like a love story destined to happen, but too bad, I told myself I wasn't going to let another dude break my heart. He seemed nice, but so was Keyon when I first met him. I closed my car door and leaned against it.

"Thanks again..ummmm.." I paused, trying to catch his name. He smiled goofily and fixed his chain.

"Zaire. Zaire Harris." I nodded my head once more, and smiled trying to be polite. Zaire was good looking, the grill in his mouth fit him perfectly and his soft brown eyes complimented his skin tone. He had a beard and some to-die-for waves. He also had a nose piercing and one earring in his left ear.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Harris, without you finding me I would've never been let into class this evening." I checked the time on my phone. He nodded his head and backed away, I guess he thought he was invading my personal space.

"How did you manage to find me?" I knew my name and school address were on the tag but I could've been any other girl in this parking lot that drove a silver Honda.

"Of course your school address was on your tag, but nobody can miss that big ass afro and that ass." He looked me dead into my eyes and didn't smile. I thought he was joking for a while but he was dead serious.

"I tried taming it into some braids but I failed, then I didn't even have enough energy to put it in the high puff from earlier so I just let it flow." I laughed and touched my hair while I began to walk towards the building, class was in ten minutes.

"I really have to go, but thank you for returning this." Before he could say anything else, I turned and walked back inside ready for another day. I hated that I couldn't stay and talk to him any longer because he seemed like such a great guy, but even the devil can be in disguise.

——— Zaire's POV ———

I watched the chocolate shorty walk away from me yet again. I wasn't even the type to be shy around someone because usually I am so arrogant but shawty had me feeling childish. I was fascinated with the way she moved her hips as she walked.
Damn.
It was captivating to say the least. I headed back to my car and drove off. My dick was straining against my pants and it needed to be fixed right now. I hope in the future me and her will cross paths again. If it's meant to be, it will happen.

I pulled up into my ex girlfriend's apartment complex. When I got out, it reeked of piss and cigar smoke. I locked my doors about five times before I walked to where her door was. Before I knocked twice she swung the door open and grabbed me pulling me inside.  "Hey, Z. Where you been?" She smelled so good, and the house did too. She was a fye ass cook, and that's the only reason why I came sometimes and to help her with her rent.

"Out." I plainly responded. I didn't really feel like holding a conversation. She knew what the hell I came for. She could throat this dick and l'll be on my way. We haven't had sex since a month ago because we thought she was pregnant. So I stopped fucking her all together.

She nodded her head and went back to the kitchen. I followed her and stood in her door way. "Gimme a minute, Zaire. Cooking for company later on." I was stunned. This hoe never cooked unless she was dating someone new. I know because she cooked for me all the time.

"That pussy still mine and you know it. Get yo' ass over here, Shayunna."
She giggled and turned off the pots on the stove. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and slid them down just enough so my dick could pop out. I never sagged cause that's something a dude don't do.

She dropped to her knees and took all of me in her mouth. I'm pretty sure I was the only n*gga to touch her uvula. I grunted, pushing her head down further. I actually lost my virginity to this girl. She was always a pro and after we broke up I started getting more experienced.

She slurped my dick up and soon spit was everywhere.
I love a nasty hoe.

——— Mahalia's POV ———

After class, I drove to my plug's apartment and got me some relaxation. I could really trust my weed man if that made any sense. He even let me put the weed in the little baggies for him sometimes and we made deliveries together. We fucked a few times but that was before I met Keyon.

I drove home and locked my doors. I entered the house shortly after and made sure to lock the front and back doors right along with the windows because I didn't want what happened between me and Keyon today to happen again. I lit the already rolled blunt and inhaled the very loud smoke. Weed took my mind off of things. And right now, I needed some.

It was now 8:06pm. I got home so late because each class I had was an hour and thirty minutes. I arrived at 2:00 instead of 2:30 so I was early today and plus all my classes were in different buildings. I was majoring in Agricultural Engineering and so far I was the second person with the highest grade. The first was some crackhead ass white boy.

I called my dad and decided to talk to him. I last talked to him a week ago and I haven't heard from him since then. After he didn't answer I left a voicemail and just decided on watching some horror movies for the rest of the night. I was a damn scaredy cat so for me to be watching this was confusing to my damn self.

After the first movie I changed the TV to Spongebob and watched it until I felt myself falling asleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, my phone rung and my Dad's picture appeared on my screen. I immediately picked it up.

"Hey, Daddy! I missed you!" I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched getting up to go upstairs after turning the TV off. I locked my room door and turned the TV on but muted it until my Dad got off of the phone.

"Hey! How's my pumpkin doing?" His hearty laughed filled my ears and I smiled so big. I was feeling like a little kid again. When mom died, it was just him, my sister and I. So we all stuck together, especially me and my sister.

"I'm fine, Daddy. Me and Keyon broke up like two days ago because he was cheating and got someone pregnant. I also met this other dude today and he seems nice but looks are not always what they seem." I always told my Daddy everything. Mom was the person I usually would tell but then she left us and I started relying on Daddy.

"I did think he was the one. But, if it wasn't meant to be, that means God has something in store for you that's way better and bigger." I smiled at my Daddy's words. He was the reason I started praying more. "I actually called because I got a new phone and haven't been receiving any calls until now. I saw you left a voicemail."

"Thank you, Daddy for the words of encouragement and next time you just call me. We need to go out sometime when I'm free."

"Actually, sweetheart, we can meet on a Saturday if you're free because that's when I'm free. I want you to meet someone." He cleared his voice after I didn't say anything for about 20 seconds.

"Daddy, I know you ain't got no women in mama's bed. I'm gone whip you with my shoe." I was kinda angry, Daddy was way happier than usual and didn't tell me anything. I wonder did my sister know.

"Nooooo, nothing like that. Just let me know if you're free Saturday. I have to go. Daddy love you, babygirl." I mentally face palmed before smiling. "I love you more, Daddy. Goodnight." He hung up the phone after and I placed my phone on the charger. Soon after, my eyes started to close.

"Goodnight, Mahalia."

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👀 What y'all think about Zaire? Is Mahalia latching onto Keyon again? What's gonna happen Saturday if Mahalia's free? Who was that saying goodnight to her?
✨Kia