The Bridge

Chapter 6

Aubrey

"You know, this is not what I pictured when I thought about you and I dirtying up the sheets", I playfully said. Lia blushed and smiled shyly.

We had been sitting on the bed next to each other for the past 30 minutes or so finishing up our meal and watching a random low budget movie on TV. We had both opted for oxtail tacos, which were delicious. I took our empty food containers to throw them out in the main area, thinking of ways to possibly bring up this apartment ordeal.

When I returned to the bedroom, Lia had already situated herself underneath the comforter. I headed to the closet for a change of clothes and chose a simple short sleeved black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, choosing to go barefoot. Lia noticed the outfit change when I exited the closet.

"I didn't know you had tattoos" she said, taking note the parts of my arms that were now bare.

"I do, several, why? Is that a problem?"

"No if anything it makes you five hundred times sexier" she shrugged and I widely smiled as I climbed back in bed; on top of the comforter, of course. I rested my back against the headboard and stretched out my legs crossing one foot over the other getting comfortable.

I felt her eyes on me and looked down at her to see her shaking her head,"What?"

"Dude, your hands are softer than infant skin AND you have nice feet? You're so annoying", she stated then turned her head back to the television.

"I pride myself on self care" I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" she said with a wave of her hand.

I sank down lower on the bed and turned onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow facing her, "Tell me about you".

She looked in my direction. "Well, what would you like to know?"

"Let's start small, how old are you? I am surprised I don't know that answer by now, to be honest", I said.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I am of age so don't worry yourself about getting arrested", she laughed, "I'm 26, you?"

"33."

"Kids?"

I shook my head no.

"Likewise. Well, we have a decent age gap."

"We do. I don't mind though", I softly spoke.

"Same", she said.

I was thankful she was starting to feel more comfortable opening up to me. I learned a lot about her. Her last name was Garcia. She spoke at length of the struggles of being bi-racial which I understood, me being Black and Jewish. She had a harder time because while she too was Black and White, she found it difficult to relate at times. She had a closed adoption. Her ethnicity was all the information anyone could tell her. The Dominican family that adopted her and their culture was all she knew but it seemed she didn't have the best relationship with them.

The passing of her adoptive grandmother seemed to be a sore subject still. Lia was a full time care taker of her for years while she was living. When her grandmother had passed, Lia's family didn't want to help assist her in keeping up payments of the home that they had once shared and she had no funds of her own. That was how she ended up in Grosse Pointe eventually working as a health care aide, making money on the lower end of the pay scale.

"Speaking of Grosse Pointe, how would you feel about staying in the same apartment complex? I know the current one isn't working space wise for you and you need something bigger. If there was another apartment available that met your needs there I would be happy to..." I rushed to get my words out.

"Aubrey, no, absolutely not! I cant have you paying for my apartment, no...no" she said as she moved to sit upright in the bed.

"I wouldn't be paying for the whole thing, only covering the difference." I said throwing my hands up in defense.

"Aubrey, why do you care so much? It's not like your my man and I only met you yesterday" she scoffed, "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can" I said softly trying to defuse the situation.

"So why are you making me feel like a charity case?!" Her voice raised, her eyes began to water and she struggled hard to hold back the tears.

"That wasn't my intention", I said gently reaching for her hands placing them in mine. I was disheartened when she pulled away from me. Giving her pleading eyes I reached for her hands again and this time she reluctantly accepted the gesture.

"I'm not trying to throw my money in your face or con you, make you feel like you need to give me something in return. I know I'm not your man and I know that we just met. Believe it or not, I have feelings for you. It makes no sense and I know I probably sound like a crazy ass nigga for catching feelings day one but I want to do this. I want you" I said earnestly.

Tears lightly fell from her eyes and I moved closer to her on the bed to pat her cheeks dry with my fingertips. She kept her head lowered for some time before looking up at me but she remained quiet. It seemed she was searching my eyes for something, sincerity maybe?

I cupped both of her cheeks in my hands and lowered my eyes to her lips. They looked perfectly pink and there was an incredible eagerness to feel them on mine but not wanting to take advantage of a vulnerable moment my lips made contact with her forehead, cheeks and nose instead. That didn't seem to satisfy her. As soon as my face pulled away from hers, she gently grabbed my jaw and directed me where she wanted me to go.

The moment our lips made contact, my heart started pounding. I did my best to keep a slow pace but all of this frustration she had me going through sexually was becoming unbearable. I just wanted to feel more of her. I needed to feel more of her.

Our lips moved perfectly in sync with her tongue lightly grazing my lower lip requesting access, which I granted. I broke away from the kiss just long enough to remove the covers from her lower half; pulling her to straddle mine. She gasped at my urgency.

I pulled her body closer; reigniting our kiss. My lips had moved down to her neck; a hand moving around in her hair releasing it from the ponytail holder. I wound a hand around her now loose curls and roughly yanked her head back. She started grinding her pussy into my lower half in response. I was sure she could feel the vibrations of my groans on her neck as I alternated from sucking to light biting while kneading an ass cheek with my free hand.

I could feel my dick growing into her; only obstructed by my sweats. She reached between us to get a better feel. My body shuddered the second she placed a hand on it.

"Ah...fuck", I groaned into her neck between heavy breaths as she stroked it through the fabric.

"How does this feel, good?"

With her fingertips circling the nape of my neck and my lips placed next to her ear I responded,
"everything about you makes me feel good."