Folding
*Two Weeks Later*
2:45AM
I felt around my bed with my eyes shut. "Yazmin." I groaned, feeling for her. I didn't feel her but I was too tired to see what she was doing. Within seconds I felt myself drifting back asleep.
Somewhere throughout my sleep, I eventually felt a sense of security and warmth again.
"Keniya..." I heard Yazmin's voice in my dream. When she called my name again, I realized it was not in my dream. "Hmm?" I dragged out, half asleep. "Talk to me, I'm bored." Yazmin sighed.
"I know you fucking lying." I mumbled against the bed. "It's the middle of the night." I continued. "And?" Yazmin questioned. "Fuck you mean and? Chile let me sleep. I'll talk to you in the morning." I spoke before yawning.
I then quickly began drifting back to sleep.
"Keniyaaa." Yazmin dragged out, snaking her arm around my waist. "Shh!" I told Yazmin. "No!" Yazmin immediately protested.
"Yes!" I argued. "No!" Yazmin argued back. "Get out of my bed. Go sleep on the couch." I pushed Yazmin away. "Naur." Yazmin quickly attached herself to me.
"Yazmin. Gooo." I chucked a little, pointing to my room door. "But I-" Yazmin tried to protest.
"Go." I told her.
"Okay." she pitifully got out of bed. I watched as she grabbed a small blanket and made her way to the bedroom door. She looked back at me, making the most pitiful look.
I couldn't help but laugh in her face. "Wow. That's crazy." Yazmin nodded, smiling a little.
I honestly didn't think Yazmin was gonna go out to the living room, but she did. Yazmin's a rather odd person. The shit you think she would do, she won't. And the shit you think she won't do, she will. You never know her next move.
It's a gift and a curse.
A lot of people see Yazmin doing dumb shit and ending up in crazy situations. But they fail to realize that Yazmin's actually really smart. She's a thinker. There's always a reason behind the shit she does. Even the dumb shit.
"Yazmin! Come back! I miss you and your body heat." I shouted out the room. Within a few seconds I heard her footsteps slowly approaching my bedroom door.
I watched as she leaned against my doorframe with a bag of chips in her hand.
"I sent you out there to lay on the couch. Not eat up more of my snacks." I stated. "About two weeks ago, you said, Yazmin make yourself at home. Help yourself to snacks and stuff anytime. Sound familiar?" Yazmin spoke.
I paused for a second as those were my exact words. "Okay anyways, come back to bed. I miss you." I sighed.
"You gon' talk to me?" Yazmin wondered. "Yea." I nodded. "Mm okay." Yazmin shrugged. "What the fuck you shrugging for? Like I'm some last resort option." I questioned.
"Maybe you are." Yazmin said, laying next to me in bed. I quickly hit her. Yazmin immediately moaned in response.
"Why the fuck do you do that bro? You've been doing that shit since high school." I questioned, chuckling a bit. "I have a confession..." Yazmin did a dramatic pause.
"The only things that have changed about me since high school are these dumb ass adult responsibilities that I must upkeep in order to survive. Other than that, I'm still the same childish, petty ass Yazmin." she explained.
"Mm, I see. But I remember you being more than childish and petty. Your words, not mine. You were smart, funny, sweet and kind, talented, goal oriented...the list goes on." I stated.
Yazmin smiled a little while eating her chips.
"You were sweet and kind too...in public. And you were mean as hell to me in private." Yazmin spoke. "No, I was not." I smiled.
"That was actually you." I then stated. "It was. But, you were mean to me too." Yazmin expressed. "Barely. It was very rare I was mean to you." I chuckled.
"I remember it differently but okay." Yazmin gave me a side eye. I laughed a bit while resting my arm on her lower stomach.
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*The Next Day*
9:05PM
I was cleaning up my tattoo studio, as I had just finished a tapout session. I made close to a thousand from that alone. My day was going great. Couldn't get any better than this.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. When I finally got the chance to, I looked at my notifications. The most recent one was a text from Yazmin.
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: You tryna slide tn?
Or maybe my day could get better...way better.
𝐌𝐞: Yea
𝐌𝐞: What you tryna do?
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: Netflix and chill, except Netflix chilling in the background while we fucking?
𝐌𝐞: You're just like me fr
𝐌𝐞: I'm closing up my studio rn but I'll see you in about an hour or so
Yazmin hearted both of my messages. I then finished cleaning up and closing. I made my way back home and immediately started getting ready for tonight.
I mean, it's been six years since Yazmin and I fucked. Six years! I can't get back in the game all dingy and shit.
After I finished showering and moisturizing, I sprayed some of my finest fragrances on me. It was very rare I wore these particular ones. The effects were potent.
I then finished getting dressed. I put on some really loose, baggy gray sweats on, and a black hoodie. I then put on a black durag that was tied up neatly, without the back hanging cause that shit is ugly as hell.
I made sure to put a few of my silver necklaces on as well. Not my favorite ones though. I never wore my favorite jewelry during sex.
Once I was finally ready, I grabbed my book bag and headed out.
I made it to Yazmin's almost 20 minutes later. I gave myself a small pep talk as I walked up to the door. When I was finished, I knocked on the door a few times.
Within a few seconds Yazmin opened the door.
I noticed Yazmin's eyes immediately dart to my book bag. "Um...okay." Yazmin clearly tried to brush it off. She then abruptly turned around and started walking.
I followed behind her after shutting the door. "Don't you have hella roommates?" I questioned. "Nah, just two. They're out for the night." Yazmin answered, messing in her hair a little.
Her blonde tempt fade was really doing it for me. And so were her tats. And her sweats. Bruh, she's just fine as hell.
I walked into Yazmin's room after her. She then shut the door. She already had Netflix on her tv, red LED lights and her bed was made. Everything looked neat and organized.
"What's in your bag?" Yazmin suddenly asked, standing off to the side as I sat on her bed.
"Essentials..." I went down the list of everything I had in my book bag. "...lube and my strap." I finished the list. "No! Hell no." Yazmin suddenly jumped back, being extra.
"The fuck you screaming for?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "Don't pull that shit out bruh. I don't even play like that." Yazmin said. "What? My strap?" I laughed a little. "Bro, keep that shit in your bag." Yazmin chuckled.
"What happens if I don't?" I teased. "We're gonna fight." Yazmin said, causing me to bust out laughing.
"Sword fight?" I chuckled, falling onto her bed.
"Bro, I swear...leave me alone. I don't want no fucking strap. That shit is dead." Yazmin chuckled, shaking her head. I continued laughing while slowly rolling off her bed.
"Ima just show you what I'm working with..." I smiled, reaching into my bag. Yazmin watched me intently. I slowly pulled out my eight inch strap.
"I spent a couple hundred on it. Ain't it beautiful?" I smiled. "As long as it stays far away from my shit." Yazmin spoke.
"That's so sad. You still haven't had strap yet?" I sighed. "Hell no. And it's gonna stay that way till I fucking die." Yazmin expressed. "You're missing out. I think you should try it eventually." I nodded.
"No bro, that shit gon' hurt." Yazmin cringed. "Might be uncomfortable for a split second. But you'll get over it." I shrugged.
"Nah bruh. Why would I willingly cause discomfort to my coochie?" Yazmin shook her head. "A short duration of discomfort...for a life full of great pleasure." I bit my lip a little.
"Mm-mm. No." Yazmin looked terrified.
"Alright bruh. Go ahead and put your show or movie on, so we can act like we not bouta go dumb in a second." I said. And with that, Yazmin put some show on and we chilled on the bed.
We silently watched the show for about five minutes until...
"I'm not gonna lie, I don't know what's going on in this show right now cause I'm just thinking bout fucking." I admitted, no shame whatsoever. "Bro..." Yazmin laughed to herself.
"Lowkey same but damn, you could at least play it off." Yazmin shook her head. "I don't want to bruh." I spoke lowly.
I sat up and pulled off my hoodie, leaving me in my tank top. I then got off the bed and started to take off my sweats. "Damn. You just hot and ready, huh?" Yazmin joked.
"I mean business." I chuckled.
"I see." Yazmin said, sitting up. Once I finished taking off my sweatpants and tank top, Yazmin pulled me closer by my waist. I ran my fingertips up and down the back of her neck.
I then softly grabbed her neck while kneeling into the bed. I slowly brought my lips to hers. Yazmin immediately tried to kiss me but I pulled away.
"Stop playing." she told me. I chuckled a bit, brushing my lips against hers.
Our lips slowly began moving in sync as we kissed. I groaned as Yazmin suddenly picked me up and laid me on the bed.
"Yazmin stop." I told her. "Stop what?" she questioned, hovering over me. "You always tryna be on top and force me into submission." I stated. "Um, cause that's what we like?" Yazmin looked confused.
"No, that's what you like. I don't like being submissive...well, sometimes. But that's not what I came here to do. I'm on top." I told her.
"No, I'm on top. That's my thing. You're the bottom. That's your thing." Yazmin said.
"No the fuck it's not bro. All I've been doing is topping since we broke up. And that's how it's gonna stay. If you wanna fuck me, get used to being the bottom." I expressed.
"Bruh what?" Yazmin smacked her lips, mugging me. "I guess we not fucking then." she shook her head, getting off of me. "I guess not." I shrugged.
I laid there annoyed as Yazmin got up and left out the room.
For a short moment I contemplated my thoughts. "Yazmin!" I suddenly got out of the bed and left the room. I quickly found her in the kitchen, snacking on grapes.
"You know we're in a recession. Gas prices are out of pocket. I ain't drive all the way over here for bullshit. Somebody's getting ate up tonight." I expressed.
Yazmin chuckled a little while tossing a grape in her mouth. "Right. So bend over." she smiled.
"I'm not bending over. You misunderstood where I was going with this." I mocked her smile. "Ugh! Here you go again." Yazmin groaned.
"Here I go again what? Stop that. And give me a grape please." I held my hand out. Yazmin shook her head a little while walking past me. As she walked past me, she slipped a grape into my sports bra, in between my titties.
"Why? Why would you do that?" I turned to her. Yazmin continued walking, laughing a little to herself.
"I'm tryna be like that grape for real." I heard her mumbled as she disappeared into the hallway.
I shook my head a little while following her after removing the grape. When I walked back into Yazmin's room, she was already laying on the bed. "Yazmin." I sighed.
She slowly looked away from the tv and at me. "At the end of the day, you deserve to be slutted out too." I placed my hand on her leg.
"Stop tryna manipulate me into being the bottom. Not gonna happen." Yazmin chuckled.
"Why not? You remember how I used to eat your pussy?" I wondered. "Mhm." Yazmin nodded. "Was it good? Did you like it?" I asked. "Hell yea..." Yazmin trailed off with a smile, obviously reminiscing about it.
"So imagine that, on steroids. You were my first body. I was a baby eater then. Not to be cocky or anything but, I'm a fucking eater now. I eat the cat religiously. I don't play." I stated.
"Word?" Yazmin slightly tilted her head.
"Yea, word. So let me give you some head. And if I fall short, I'll let you bend me over." I proposed.
Yazmin looked as if she was considering it. And for Yazmin to be considering it, I knew she must've been over there thinking I'm trash.
But Yazmin. My love. I got news for you...
"Okay." Yazmin shrugged with a confident smile. A confident smile that made it clear she was sure she would be bending me over tonight. Little does she know...her ass gonna be knocked when I'm finished with her.
Yazmin and I started back kissing again, getting our motion back. Yazmin very awkwardly let me take the lead this time.
Before I knew it, I was placing small kisses on her thighs. Yazmin's breathing was already becoming heavy. I was fighting every urge to not just rip her boxers off and go ham.
Finally, I gradually began taking off Yazmin's boxers. I couldn't help but smile, ready to see her pretty pussy again.
"Mmm." I moaned a little, staring at her engorged clít and the wetness pouring out of her pùssy. "I missed you." I quietly spoke, sliding my fingers down her wetness.
I then brought my fingers up to my nose, inhaling Yazmin's scent. Another small moan left my mouth as I sucked on my fingers.
Once I finished, I brought my face back in between Yazmin's legs.
I looked up a little, meeting Yazmin's eyes. She had a hundred expressions written all over her face. Lust was the most recognizable.
While maintaining eye contact with her, I slowly attached my lips to her clít. Once my mouth touches that pussy, I'm literally no longer thinking about what I'm doing per se.
Eating pussy is literally one of my favorite things to do. Therefore I just zone out and go to work.
"Unhh." I heard Yazmin moan.
I looked up at her again while softly sucking on her clít. Yazmin's eyes were slowly closing as she bit her bottom lip.
I smirked a little to myself. I moaned as I dipped my tongue into her wetness. I swirled my tongue around Yazmin's clít, earning sounds of pleasure from her.
Yazmin was already trying to close her legs and I was only warming up.
I opened Yazmin's legs and pushed them back a little. I continued pleasuring her with my mouth, occasionally looking up at her struggling face.
As I warmed up, I brought out my inner demon. To say I was munching was an understatement. I was sucking on that clít so good, Yazmin was squirting. Squirting!
And Yazmin's not even a squirter.
Shii...she is now.
"Ouu, Keniya..." Yazmin let out. I continued doing the same patterns that were getting these reactions. Yazmin pushed my head away and tried to scoot away.
"Fuck that..." I mumbled, quickly pulling her back. I immediately reattached my mouth to her pussy. I moaned as I pleasured her.
Yazmin's legs began to shake terribly. That's new, coming from her. "Mmm..." Yazmin dragged out as she started squirting again.
As Yazmin continued squirting, I pulled away for a second, letting her squirt in my mouth.
Once I was satisfied, I went back to eating her up. After Yazmin's first nut, I didn't stop. The sounds Yazmin made only fueled the demon in me. I kept going until I gave her two more.
And like I said, her ass was knocked the fuck out.
I now laid beside her, watching whatever Yazmin had put on earlier. Before she got her soul snatched.
Looking at how peaceful she was sleeping reminded me of the old days. We used to take naps together all the time. The both of us used to be so tight. But unfortunately...Yazmin just had to ruin that shit.
*Six Years Ago: Keniya's Senior Year*
I was walking down the hallway, looking for Yazmin. I really wanted to talk to her about our relationship and how grateful I am for her.
Last night was our first successful time using a strap. The strap didn't go in the first two times. I felt really bad about it. I kept wondering was it my fault. Was I too dry? Not aroused enough? Was I just too tight?
But Yazmin was patient with me. And after a few tries last night, it slipped in. Even then, Yazmin was still very gentle with my body. She's the best.
As I was getting closer to the cafeteria, I noticed others staring at me. Some were even whispering then laughing. I thought that maybe I was just being paranoid or thinking too deep into it.
I saw my best friend standing by the cafeteria doors with a few others. They seemed to be talking secretively amongst themselves.
I began to head over to them.
My best friend met me halfway, walking away from the group. "Um Keniya, I have to tell you something." she seemed uneasy. "What?" I slowly asked.
"It's about Yazmin." my best friend started. "Is she okay?" I began to worry, looking around. "For now. She won't be once I find her." my best friend spoke. "Why? W-What happened?" I questioned.
I watched as she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She looked as if she wanted to tell me but couldn't.
"She...she was talking to her friends about y'all. Some others heard and they've been talking. And now, a good portion of the school knows..." my best friend explained. I looked away a bit, processing what she said.
"What'd she say?" I wondered. "Keniya I-" my best friend attempted to beat around the bush. "What did she say?" I asked in a more firm tone.
My best friend sighed a little.
*The Present: The Next Morning*
10:05AM
"Nooo..." Yazmin dragged out, following me with a tight grip on my arm. "Woman. Let go of me." I said. "I have an appointment to prepare for." I explained for the hundredth time.
"I just really have to tell you something." Yazmin expressed. "Text it to me. I have to go." I told her. Yazmin slowly let go of my arm.
"You didn't even give me aftercare." Yazmin sighed, obviously tryna find any reason to get me to stay longer. "I definitely did. I cleaned you up, rubbed your body, cuddled with you, and kissed your forehead. You were just sleep." I stated.
"Okay but-" Yazmin tried to speak again. "Yazmin. I have to go. Just text me." I interrupted her.
After another few minutes I finally managed to leave her place.
I've never seen Yazmin act this clingy a day in my life. I think I fucked up.
As I was preparing for my appointment, someone was blowing up my phone with messages. I already knew it was Yazmin. It had to be. Once I finished setting up, I checked my phone.
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: What's up?
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: Wyd
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: I think I'm ready to come out as stud for stud. I'm fighting the internalized homophobia and shit. And I know we said we would just be friends but, I don't think that's what I really want.
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: I know you don't want another rls with me but, just give me another chance. I promise I will treat you so fucking good. I will love you so good. I will never give you a reason to regret giving me another chance. I'll prove it. I promise.
𝐌𝐞: Damn...all of this over head?
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: Okay nvm then. It was a joke.
𝐌𝐞: Why are you lying Yazmin?
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: Cause you're making fun of me
𝐌𝐞: Lol no I'm not. I shouldn't have said that. Ima call you when I'm done this tatt
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: No.
𝐌𝐞: Yes.
𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧: Okay
I shook my head while putting my phone away. I took my last few moments before my client came in to get in the right head space.
Once my client came in, I got to work. Although I couldn't get Yazmin out of my head. Aww shit.
To Be Continued...
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