Insecure Too (Completed)

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I followed behind Yaz and she unlocked the door. She flicked on a light as we came inside, but I wasn't worried about her new set up or no shit.

I kissed her.

When she came up for air she was all breathless. "Wait, lemme take my heels off-"

"I gotchu." Picking her up by the waist, I put her on the dining room table. I bent and slid off her heels. I traveled my hands up and down her smooth brown legs.

Her eyes were closed as I moved my hands, up, down, up, down.

"I wanna take you out," I found myself saying. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing. Where you wanna go?"

I grinned. "It's a surprise."

"Yeah okay." She got down off the table, yanking down her dress. "Ima shower."

I wanted to shower too but I ain't have shit to put on when I got out. "You can shower too. I might have something you can put on."

That got my attention. I trailed behind her down the short hallway and into her bedroom. It was vibrantly decorated. Of course there was color everywhere. Her bed had tons of pillows but it was unmade.

She went to a closet and came back with some basketball shorts and a t shirt. I eyed the clothes. I took them from her and held up the shorts. They were the right size for me, which meant they wasn't Trey's with his long ass legs.

"Whose shit is this?"

She looked away. "It's Brian's," she mumbled.

I laughed out loud. "Brian? That's a nigga you used to fuck with? Bitch ass name."

"Whatever, do you want em or nah?"

I gave the clothes back to her in response and called Trey.

"Yo."

"Aye, y'all at the restaurant still?"

"Nah nigga we going home."

"Can you bring me my bag? My suitcase. I'm at Yaz's."

"Oh you at Yaz's? Yeah I see you. Nigga I ain't no damn uber for luggage, come get it yourself."

"Trey."

"Aight, aight. Damn."

I hung up. "Trey gonna bring me my shit."

"Okay. Well I'll go shower." She left me in the bedroom and went into the adjacent bathroom, holding a towel.

"Nah, we'll go shower."

"What?"

I just shook my head.

She had a dresser, and I took off my chains and my Rolex. Then I took off my shoes and I walked into the bathroom.

She was still fully clothed, her hair pulled up, brushing her teeth. Frowning, she rinsed her toothbrush and put it back.

"What are you doing in here?"

I ain't say nothing. I grabbed her from behind by the waist. She watched me and I watched her in the mirror. Then I kissed her collarbone and she moaned.

I tried her lips. She tasted like peppermints. Spinning her around, I crashed my lips on hers, pulling her to me until there was no space in between our bodies.

I found the zipper on the back of her dress and slid it down. The dress collapsed into a pile of soft white fabric and Yaz stood there in nothing but a nude bra and panty lace set that had my dick hard as a brick.

"Fuck..." I wanted to be out of my shirt and Yaz swiftly undid the buttons. In no time my shirt joined her dress and I reached for my pants.

Now we were standing body to body, and Yazmine was kissing me like her life depended on it and I was wondering why there were still scraps of clothing in the way.

Breaking away from me, Yazmine stepped over to the shower and turned on the water. The sounds of running water filled the bathroom. I moved behind her again, and squeezed her ass.

"Yo ass got fatter?"

"No," she laughed. "I wish."

I caressed it. "Nah, it got fatter."

Yaz was out here looking like a song lyric, when the girl leaves a nigga and her edges grow and so does her ass.

First she unclasped her bra and her full titties captured my attention. I bit down on a nipple. She shimmied out of her panties. I stepped out of my boxers.

Stepping into the tub, Yazmine got directly under the spray of water. Streams of water cascaded down her figure and I couldn't look away. Slick was jealous of the water. She started lathering up with some bodywash that smelled enticing. When I got into the water I winced.

"Damn, it's hot as hell in here." I jumped back from the showerhead.

Yazmine started laughing. So she thought this shit was funny? Still standing away from the spray of water, I reached for the knobs, and flicked off the hot and turned up the cold.

Screaming like a banshee, Yazmine jumped back into my arms, away from the cold water.

"Devonte what the fuck!" I busted out laughing. "You childish as fuck Tae!"

She looked pissed, soap bubbles slipping down her body. But she was sexy as fuck. Angrily, she turned the hot water back up. We showered, in the same tub, at the same time, but not together. I fucked that shit up.

"You mad?"

"Leave me alone Tae."

"Bet." I got out and grabbed a fluffy towel. Then I remembered I ain't have shit to put on. My phone was on Yazmine's bed and when I checked it I had three missed calls from Trey.

They were in the last five minutes so I went out to the living room and to the front door. Looking out the peep hole, I spotted Trey's tall ass, looking irked.

I opened the door. "Thanks." I accepted my suitcase from him.

"Nah fuck you, had me out here waiting."

"For five minutes."

"Mane!" Trey threw his hands up. "Don't bother me no more I'm tryna fuck my girl tonight dammit!"

Shaking my head I closed the door. Taking the suitcase back to Yazmine's room, I saw she was still in the bathroom. I just grabbed some basketball shorts from the suitcase and my toothbrush. When I tried to get in the bathroom, it was locked.

I slipped on the shorts and brushed my teeth in the kitchen. By the time I came back, Yazmine was in her bed. She was laying down, bonnet on and shit. Like her ass was about to go to sleep.

Getting into the bed, I tried to see if she was awake. She was. "Yaz?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

She mugged me then busted out laughing. "Your ass really was sad that you irked me huh?" She sat up, grinning.

"Wowwww." So this girl wanted to play mad. Then have me feeling bad and shit.

She hugged me so I decided to let it slide. "I missed you," Yaz mumbled. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but now it just feels like I gave up on us."

"Shit, I don't wanna dwell on it. You here with me now, right?"

"Yeah."

"Aight then." She ain't let go of me though, just kept hugging on me and I let her.

As long as she held on to us, I wasn't fucking letting go.