Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 6

"Was she good?," asked Amir curiously, grabbing his water bottle from his bag on the nearby bench-gulping down every last drop. "Was she like 'Oh, Darryl! Harder!'?" Amir joked, climbing onto the bench writhing and mocking Naomi's voice. 

"Nah, but your mom sounded a lot like that, though." Darryl interjected mockingly as he threw the basketball straight at him. The others laughed. 

"So, you plan on hittin' that again or should I?" Jadyn asked from bench, causing Darryl to remember the offer he put out just a few hours and some minutes ago. He knew there was no way in Hell Naomi would ever agree to sleep with him for the fun of it, but she'd be a dumbass to act like he didn't turn her on with that one kiss. He laughed at himself and at his friend, "Yea, boy, go ahead." 

After a while of catching their breaths and the cold air began nipping at their bare skin, they decided it was time to call it a day as they each retrieved their things and went their separate ways. Darryl checked his phone as he exited the yard: a few texts from Tameeka and a missed call from an unknown number. Dad? He thought focused on the number on the screen, prepared to call it when a hand reach out and grabbed his arm. To his surprise, it was Naomi-frantic, but tried her best to look collected. 

"Can I help you?" he asked impatiently. 

"I'll do it." she replied promptly, almost inaudibly.  

"You'll do what?" he asked, still focused on the number. 

"I'll sleep with you...uhh, I mean have sex with you." she correct herself. Her words were enough to bring his eyes up to hers, tucking his phone into his pocket. 

"You're serious?" he asked a little shocked, but mostly smugly. "Why, I thought you didn't find me sexy?" he asked mockingly.  

"Shut up." she said irritated, questioning herself as to why she was doing this again. "Just wanna try something different." she stated, trying to justify her decision.

"And...because you think I'm sexy." he added, wiggling his brows.  

"Yea sure, whatever tickles your peach," she countered, rolling her eyes. "But if we're going to do this we're gonna have to set some rules." 

"Such as...?" 

"Number one, we tell no one about this-absolutely no one," she said pausing just enough for him to nod in agreement. "Two, I am not into that kinky stuff, so no ropes, handcuffs, anything that you can find in a kitchen cabinet-nothing of that sort, got it?" He laughed a little bit before he nodded his head once more. 

"And lastly," she began hesitantly. "you're only having sex with me-no other girls."  

"Whoa, what? Nah, what the hell Naomi?!" his disapproval evident on his face.  

"Darryl, I am not going to get an STD from you. I'm surprised you're clean in the first place." she defended.  

"Then the deal is off. You can't tell me who I can't have sex with! Who the fuck do you think you are?" he fumed. This bitch got some nerve... 

"Darryl, please." her voice near pleading, but the same time far from it. "Just do me this one favor." 

Darryl heard the desperation in her voice, but couldn't believe how much she was asking. "Why should I be giving you favors?"  

"Darryl..." she whimpered, stepping closer to him, clenching his damp, black V-neck T-shirt in both hands. It only took that, her whimper, to change his mind. The memories of Friday night flooded his body-the way she felt, the way she purred... Ugh, fuck my life, he thought rolling his eyes. "Fine. You're lucky the sex was good, though."