The next day went by quickly. Between my three clients, and writing Tyree's progress report, I hadn't even had time to process that I had unprotected sex last night. Even with my bitch of an ex, he still wore condoms although I was on birth control. Honestly after last night, could I get it bareback for 600, please (sis this wasn't Jeopardy). The only two things that I was worried about was potentially getting pregnant and him having an STD. I missed a pill or two a couple days ago and I didn't know when last he got tested, much less how many broads he was fucking besides me. We definitely needed to have a conversation.
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Bae?! Nuh uh, this nigga couldn't be serious.
"Dear Creator, I come before you knees bowed and body bent. I'm not sorry for fornicating. I just need you to give Zeke the strength. I see now why you said wait until marriage. This gift that was bestowed upon me between my legs, got him outta character. I also need your guidance to lay him down easy. My mouth's a bit slick, especially when I'm not with the shi - - - Oops sorry, Ament."
I was whipping through traffic like I owned the streets. The windows were down, with the speakers booming. Nothing felt better than having the wind flow through your hair while singing and dancing your heart away.
"Mi luv yuh, come fuck mi like yuh own me!"
The man in the car next to me watched me like I was crazy. I didn't care though. Nothing could stop me from doing my little jam session. Five minutes later, I pulled up in Zeke's driveway. I beeped my horn letting him know that I had arrived. Before I could knock on his door, he had already swung it open and pulled me into a hug.
"What up, beautiful? I ain't get to make you no fancy meal so I made you a fried chicken BLT on rye with some homemade potato chips."
"Just tired but thanks. You the real MVP."
"No prob. Have a seat and I'll bring your food and a Corona with lime and a dash of grenadine."
"Haha. You know me too damn well."
After he returned, we sat in silence. All that could be heard was me smacking and chewing.
"So, why you really came over here."
"Umm, you forgot you came in me, last night?"
"Nah, but u said you was on the pill."
"I am but sometimes I forget. Plus I ain't know if your dick dirty."
"I'm clean, this dick ain't for random hoes. But even if I knock you up, I won't mind."
"Good to know but you keep forgetting that this is a no strings attached situation."
"But what if we were more?"
"You're an amazing guy. Any woman would be lucky to be with yah, just not me. Us fucking already complicates our friendship. Honestly, I didn't think this would be more than a one night stand."
"You mean more to me than anything but I respect it. So, fuck buddies?"
"Fuck buddies it is. Promise me that whenever this ends, we'll still be best friends."
"Yh, no doubt big head."
We watched a movie and played dominos before I headed home around 10 p.m. This talk went better than I expected. It beat getting kicked out and cussed out because of his bruised ego. See this was what communication looked like. As much as I loved children, I wasn't ready for my own at the moment. Crossing my fingers, that he shot blanks and that he ain't got strong swimmers.
