Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 10

 He glanced around for Tameeka, making sure she was no where in sight before he stealthly walked after Naomi's place in line. He was going to make her come over today, by any means neccessary. 

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It took a long while for Naomi to pull herself togeher and stop gaping at the phallic scene that was playing before her.  Tameeka and Darryl, togeher had to be the equivalent of watching an Adult rated, one that never seemed to end and made you sick all the while. Just as everyone took liberty in dressing down for the weather, since Tameeka was always in less clothes than the rest of the girls, today it seemed as if she wore less, with a tinier tank top and a tinier mini skirt. She was such a slut and she was pretty disgusted at how easily they displayed their want for each other. Why, can't they get a damn room, she thought as she sauntered over the the lunch line. Maybe some food will get this illness down. 

"You got a lot of nerve, don't you?" Darryl asked in a breathy voice from behind, startling her. She glanced behind him, looking into his dark eyes that seemed to be filled with anger and something more, before turning back towards the lunch bar and rolling her eyes. "A lot of nerve for what?" she asked indifferently as she assembled her salad into a precise arrangement in her salad bowl. 

"Not showing up yesterday, especially after what you started in the stair---"

"Oh, excuse me!" Naomi hissed at him, cutting him off mid-sentence, "I'm sorry, but did you honestly think that after you're little stunt yesterday, you'd actually get laid?!" she shouted in a whisper, making sure no one around would hear. 

"I'm sorry." he mocked trying to stifle a laugh. 

"Oh, yea. That's convincing." she scoffed moving onto the cold-cut sandwiches. He fell silent for a while, and she almost thought he had walked off and finally decided to leave her alone, until his hot breath was at her ear again.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked. He could feel his bodily heat radiate off of him. 

"What show?" she glanced back as she furrowed her brows in confusion, but as she made eye contact with him, she was met by two hunger and lust-filled eyes. She quickly turned away from him, trying to ignore what she saw, convincing herself she was only imagining it.

"You know that little episode with me and Tameeka," he said, and she didn't have to look back at him to know he was grinning from ear to ear. "I bet you wish that was you on the table?" he whispered close to her ear. 

"Darryl, you should stop. Someone could see us." she argued in a strangled voice, but she knew her argument was useless. They were practically hidden from view, were the lunch bar was positioned.

"No one can see us, don't worry." he answered in the same breathy tone at her ear. "Now, don't you wish that I would hoist you right up on that table, just to devour every inch of your body, until you got all putty in my hands?" Don't you wish that I would spread your legs, right there on that table, and take you right there?" 

She couldn't help the flood of images that he descriptively painted in her head. She also couldn't help the heat that coursed through her body. She couldn't find her voice. All she could do was stand there and listen, not trusting her legs to move her without falling over. 

"You know," he began again, pushing the hair away from her neck giving her a light peck at her collarbone, "That can be you. Today, tonight whatever you prefer. I have a pretty sturdy desk in my room that can definitely live up to the task."