ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

The Aftermath

"Damn, you done fucked up now," Eric stated as he shook his head.

All of us was cleaning up concerning the fact that the cleaning service was 2 hours late.

"Man, shut yo' midget ass up," I remarked.

"Nigga, it is your fault," Yella sighed.

"I know, I fucked every thing up between Shanya and I," I said with my head down.

"Technically, there wasn't nothing between y'all anyway," Dre laughed.

"Nigga, all you want is her drawers," Eric defended.

"Look, my advice is, let her down for a few hours then go ova' there," Eric continued.

I knew I fucked up. I knew it. I should've got her when I had the chance. I remember the first time we first did it. It was Summer time and we were 17.

July 23, 1986

"Is this shit gonna hurt?," she asked me.

I already been had sex before, so it wasn't nothing new to me.

"Shit, how the hell am I supposed to know?," I questioned.

"Do you have protection?," she asked.

I pulled the rubber out of my pocket and showed it to her.

We were at her house, her dad was somewhere on the block slanging Coke and her mom was with him.

I kissed her neck and she started shivering under my touch.

She kissed my chest as she lifted up my shirt. "Wait, before we do this, I wanted you to know that I've been wanting to do this for a while," she admitted.

I pulled my length out and she looked down looking very scared.

She pulled off her underwear where I saw that she was prepared. I stuck the tip into her moist hole and she jumped.

"Oh Shit!! Nooo! It is not going to fit. That fucking thing is too damn big for this tiny-"

"That's how it's supposed to be, Shay," I explained.

"No! You do not understand, that shit ain't gonna fit," she yelled.

I took her shirt off and took off her bra too.

I stuck it in forcefully and she screamed,"Ahh, fuck you, Lorenzo, you bastard!"

I started to hit slow strokes, then went faster.

"Ow, Ren stop, please. It hurts."

"Ah, Ren, shit,"

A few strokes later....

"Aw, baby, don't stop. It feels so good," She moaned.

Her breathing started to become heavy so I could tell she was close.

"Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, I a-about to-"

"Yo, Ren, did you hear me?," Yella asked.

"Huh."

"Aw damn, he was daydreaming about that girl again," Eric retorted.

"Nah," I said as I got up. I hopped in my car and flipped the hydraulics to go up. I loved her. I always did. I needed to have her, for sure this time.

I parallel parked my car and walked into the apartment complex.

Anxiety came through my mind as the numbers got closer.

8769
8770
8771
8772
8773

Here goes nothing. I pounded on the door and no answer. One more time. I'm going to nigga knock this bitch down then.

I turned around and kicked the door to where it echoed.

She finally cracked open the door.

"Shanya, please, let me in," I pleaded.

She slammed the door right in my face and I heard the lock click.

When she finally opened the door, her eyes were red and puffy. I observed her attire. She was simply wearing a small fitted Tee and lace panties.

I stepped in and I said," Let's talk."

"I hate you! I loved you! I always loved you, but you were too stupid enough to see it," she yelled as she slapped me right across the face.

"Shay Shay-"

"Stop calling me that shit, Lorenzo!I thought we had something but, my feelings were a fucking joke to you," she screamed as she was punching me in the chest.

"Ever since I was 14. 14! I was in love with you. Whenever I needed you, you were there. Too bad, you can't do the same now," she sobbed walking away.

"Come here," I said as I grabbed her hand.

"I want to start over. Before, I was bullshitting but now I'm done looking when what I want is right in front of me," I continued lifting her chin up.

"I Love You Lorenzo," she admitted looking in my eyes.

"I Love You Too, Shanya Wilkinson."

She jumped on me, kissing my lips and they were softer than rose petals.

I walked to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

"Take my pain away, Ren," she pleaded.

I took off my hat, and my shirt, before she reached for my pants.

She unbuckled my belt and my boxers were exposed.

My Turn..

I took off her T-Shirt and to my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra.

I pulled down her panties and put my head in between her legs.

"Mhm, I've been trying to do this since the first time," she moaned.

I flicked my tongue in and out of her hole.

I knew she was close by the way she was grabbing my head.

"Shit, Lorenzo, ahh," she purred as she threw her head back.

She started to leak her sweet juice all over my tongue and my face.

"Ren!!," she screamed.

She got on top of me and pulled down my boxers down.

"Oh my God, It grew!! Hell nah. Nope, nope. Mmm. No, nada, no-"

I flipped her over and started to massage her with my tip.

"Loren-. Oh My GOD! Yess. Yes."

"I love you so much, babygirl," I grunted.

"We n-need, pro-tect-tection, bab-by," she stammered.

"Please have my child, Shanya," I said as my strokes got faster and sloppy.

"I will, Ren!! Yess," she screamed as she came.

"I love you, homeboy."

"I love you too, homegirl."