Kenya POV-
As you know my baby's birthday is coming up, and it is so important to me to get it right.
Although everything inside me is saying "Kenya don't do it." I want to take a chance and show him that I am not so bull-headed all the time. But that I can cater to him and provide what he needs.
treating him like a king for a day at least, wouldn't kill me.
Part of that entailed the big sha-bang which is finally making love.
One thing about me, is regardless of my size I always felt sexy. Always. The problem was, since I was so focused on school since I had been in college, I hadn't had anyone to be sexy for.
I would look at the Instagram models pages like Lira and Miracle, and be like Bish I could do those poses and kill it.
But the way my future is gon be set up, the last thing I need is folks pulling up dirt. So I always vowed if I found a man worthy, I would do little things for him and only him. To let him know mama was a keeper in not only mind but body, regardless of her size.
And who better than with O, to unleash my sexy. My goal was to make a special video for him that I would send in the morning, and give him motivation to come home to me after practice.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked Brandon who was laying on my bed, giving me stalest face ever, as I was trying out sexy poses in the mirror.
We had just came back from Victoria's Secret and I was trying to see how I looked in some of the pieces I bought.
Ignore the other women in the background they were at a lingerie shoot. 😂😂
"Your face look like you had a stroke."
"You are so such a hater Brandon." I chuckled. He was talking about how sometimes stroke patients, faces are contorted.
"You do know it doesn't take all this extra shit."
"My boo deserves extra." I looked into my camera trying different poses.
"Mood for a nigga is seeing you naked. They don't need music. No wine and dining. None of that shit. Just greet his ass on your knees, that's your mood."
"I want it to be more special than that. I want him to know I put time and effort into it."
"Time and effort for 30 mins max and for his ass to fall asleep on you afterward?"
"Either way, I want him to know that I am working on my catering skills." I made a face I thought was sexy and took a picture. "So are you gonna do it?" I looked at him.
"I am not your porn camera man."
I rolled my eyes and kissed my teeth. "I am not asking you to be my porn camera man. Just help me shoot this video."
He got up. "What do you want to do?"
"Uh..." I got up and looked around the room. "I'm going to lay on the bed." I handed him my phone.
I put Rihanna- Sex With Me on my stereo in the background.
Brandon rolled his eyes. "So extra."
I licked my tongue out at him and got on the bed.
"Should I sit up or lay down?" I asked him.
"Girl just do the damn video. Either way you gon look a mess." He said annoyed.
"Ya mammy." I laid down, getting in the sexiest pose I could. "You gotta stand on the bed to get an over the top shot."
"Bitch this is a damn iPhone, not Hollywood movie set. Talking about angles and shit." Brandon got on the bed, holding the camera looking down on me.
"I imagine this what Tyler Perry looks without the dress." Brandon said looking down at me.
I kicked him. He laughed.
"Let me know when you ready." He said.
"I'm ready."
He pressed record on the video. I looked into the camera with my finger in my mouth. I tried to use my sexy voice. "Happy Birthday my 3, I can't wait to see you later."
Brandon bursted into laughter.
"Nigga stop laughing." I laughed.
"You look stupid." He stopped the camera.
"Whatever. Take 2." I told him.
He pressed record. I tried another pose, this time running my fingers over the top of my breast. "Happy Birthday my 3. I've been thinking about you all day."
"You sound like the lady with the mustache off of Friday After Next." Brandon bursted into laughter.
"Brandon! Would you get the fucking shot and stop laughing. He gon be home from practice soon."
I screamed, partially laughing at his silly ass.
"Just don't talk. It sounds like them bad pornos with horrible acting."
"Fine. Just stop laughing damn." I chuckled. "How do I look tho?"
"The usual. A hamhock."
I sat up and hit him super hard.
"Bitch don't hit me." He said and we started play fighting on the bed. I hit him hard one last time.
"See now my hair messed up." I went to the mirror to fix myself up again.
"Bitch come on." Brandon said.
I got back on the bed. And got my pose ready. He pressed record. I did my pose.
"Let me see that one." I told him.
He handed me the camera. I smiled as I looked at it. "He's going to love this one."
"Yeah if he blind."
"You are such a fucking hater. You mad cause you ain't get all of this." I shimmed my body.
"No thanks. I'll save the hammocks for the greens."
"Fuck you Brandon. I look good and you know it. On a scale from 1 to 10, I'm a 200."
"Yeah you 200 alright."
"just take the damn picture fool. My baby loves me and that's all that matters."
"That's a lot of loving."
I stale faced him.
"Come on take this picture so I can go home and stalk Cam Instagram." He stood up on the bed to take the picture.
He turned the camera on and I replicated my same pose.
The bedroom door opened. "Oh shit."
Brandon fell off the bed startled. I quickly put the covers over me as I saw O look at me.
"Baby."
He looked at me and Brandon with a look of anger on his face. Then left out closing the door.
"Damn." I rushed up and grabbed my phone from Brandon.
"O." I called after him.
He ignored me.
"O I was just asking Brandon to take pictures for your birthday surprise. That's all. See." I showed him my phone. And the videos and the outtakes with Brandon laughing. Thank God he laughed, so O could see I was telling the truth. It was nothing more than what it was.
Brandon just got his stuff and left, because O was obviously still heated. He looked at me when Brandon left.
"That's all baby. that's all. I just wanted to make your bday more special."'I kissed his lips, hoping to calm him down. "Please don't leave." I looked at him with sad baby eyes.
"Is Brandon really gay?" He folded his arms and looked at me.
"Yes baby. I wouldn't lie to you about that."
"Gay or no gay, I don't want him seeing you like that. Or any other nigga. That shit is for me and me only. Do you understand me?"
"Yeah."
He left and went to the bedroom. I sighed and softly hit my head on the door. This is not what I had in mind at all, about unleashing my sexy.