I stood in front of my bedroom mirror in Timberland
boots, ironed blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a cream-colored shirt over it. I'd just gotten my haircut the day before, but gave my head a good brushing. I smiled at my reflection because I looked good. I prided myself on my appearance, but today I had to look extra
good. Today was a special day. It was so special that I took off work for it (I got a friend to cover my shift) as a few of my siblings were meeting me for lunch after a good six months apart.
In the beginning, there were seven of us; the twins, Randy and Shawn, Lawrence, Cherrell, Jonnell, Kelli, and finally me (Jerrell). Our grandparents raised us all and since I was the youngest, I had to watch my six older siblings grow up, leave the house, and venture into the real world. Hell, Randy and Shawn were married and brought my two nephews and three nieces into the world . . . you can't get any more real than that.
I was meeting Shawn, Cherrell, and Kelli at Trolley Car Diner
in Chestnut Hill
. Sadly, Randy, Lawrence, and Jonnell couldn't make it, but I was just happy I getting to see any of my siblings. It was one 'o clock in the afternoon and we were meeting up at two. Since I was the only one without a car, I left the house right after getting ready. I rode the 23
Septa bus and it got me to Chestnut Hill
at 1:25pm. Stepping off the bus, I took in the lovely Friday afternoon weather. It was bright and sunny with a light breeze around. It was a great day for a mild family get-together. I was a few feet from Trolley Car Diner
about to make my way to the restaurant, but a female voice calling my name stopped me. I smiled, recognizing the voice was that of my friend Sabrina. My smiled widened at the sight of her as she wheeled her two-year-old son down the street in his stroller.
"Hey Jerrell," she said, with a sweet smile as we came face to face.
Looking at her, I could instantly tell she'd been on outside for awhile. It was only 1:30pm, but by the look on her face I knew she'd already had a long day.
"Hey Sabrina," I replied, hugging her lightly. "How are you doing today?"
She let out an exhausted sigh, "Good, I'm just tired. I had to go to family court this morning."
"Jason's still sitting on his ass, huh?" I asked referring to her baby's father.
Sabrina frowned, "You know it, but it's cool."
She looked down towards her son, "Mommy's taking care of her baby isn't she, Jay-Jay?"
I looked down to see her son sleeping peacefully, "Too bad he can't vouch for you, huh?"
Sabrina gave me light shove, "Shut up, Relle."
"I'm just playing, but I see you're tired and you probably haven't eaten anything since getting out court either. Tell the truth."
"No, after court my mom had to work, so she could only drive me halfway home and I've been walking the rest of the way."
I shook my head, "Not anymore. I'm headed to Trolley Car Diner
to meet my folks. They've got good food there . . . let me get you something to eat."
"You look real nice, I was about to ask where you were going."
"Thanks, but I still need an answer, Sabrina." Sabrina mulled over my suggestion, but I could tell she wasn't going to take me up on my offer.
"C'mon girl . . . please
. I know you're hungry," I stressed.
She smiled at my plea, "Damn, it's like that, Jerrell?"
"Yeah, it's like that . . . we're friends and I care," I told her.
"You're not mooching off me, girl . . . I'm offering. C'mon,"
Moments later, we sat at a four person booth in Trolley Car Diner
. I sat waiting on my family while watching Sabrina chow down hungrily on a small plate of fried chicken, greens, and macaroni. I knew she was hungry, but damn. At least she was getting to eat and chill for a minute. The other people in the diner must have been getting the wrong impression of the situation. I guess we kind of looked like a little family as a lot of them gave us weird looks and began whispering at their tables since we came in. One woman even came to our table as she was leaving and commented on how cute our son
looked sleeping in his stroller. Sabrina and I took it in our stride and laughed it off. She finished eating and looked up at me in embarrassment at how fast she finished her food.
I smirked, "Damn, I didn't know you were that hungry."
Sabrina blushed, "Neither did I. Thanks for this, Jay."
Just then, my brother, Shawn, came to the table. His eyes shifted back and forth between me and Sabrina than they darted to Sabrina's son. It wasn't awkward when Sabrina and I were alone, but with my brother standing there . . . God only knows how uncomfortable it was. Once again, I took the mood in stride and played it cool.
"Hey. What's up, Jay?" he asked, after a few minutes of staring at me.
"Hey big bro," I said as we gave each other dap. "Shawn, this is my friend, Sabrina." Shawn nodded at me and extended his hand to Sabrina, who shook it.
"Okay. How are you doing? I'm Shawn."
"I'm Sabrina. It's nice to meet you,"
"Hey Little One." I suddenly heard my sister Cherrell's voice say from behind and turning around I found her and Kelli standing there.
I stood up, "Hey," and gave both my sisters hugs with kisses to their cheeks.
"What's all this?" Kelli asked, making pointing gestures to Sabrina and her baby.
"Sabrina, these are my sisters, Cherrell and Kelli."
Sabrina smiled and stood up, "It's nice to meet you guys . . . Relle's told me a lot about you."
"Alright, I see you've got things to do, Jay so I'll take my leave."
I pulled out a twenty and two one dollar bills from my pants, "Here, so you can take the bus home and a little something to hold on to."
Sabrina took the money, "Thanks, you're too
good to me, Jerrell."
"What are friends for?" I replied, hugging her and unconsciously planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Have a good time with your folks."
She smiled at my family, "It was nice meeting y'all," and left the diner.
Turning around to family, I was met with three 'What the fuck?'
expressions. I flagged them off and sat back down, but I knew they'd want to talk about what they just witnessed.
"Um, Jay . . . you realize that girl had a baby, right?" Kelli said, starting the conversation. "You shouldn't be seen around people like her. It's not a good look,"
I looked to my big brother, who sat beside me, but he wasn't going to help with this one. I was on my own. My brother didn't have a problem with what he saw, but my sisters did. Sure
. . . we all grew up in the Hood though when my sisters got out they never looked back. They were done with the Hood, but at times they acted as if the Hood was beneath them.
"She's a friend from the neighborhood and I was just trying to help her out a little," I explained.
Cherrell shook her head, "Look, I get it. You're a nice guy . . . you've always been this way, but you can't be nice to every damsel in distress, Jerrell. Girls like that, they prey on your niceties, Little One."
"Yeah, she acts nice, but when there's a day you don't hand her some money then watch her get different
, bro," Kelli added.
"Hey, all I was doing was helping her out," I said defensively. "The baby's not mine and I'm not playing house with her, okay?"
Seeing how defensive I was getting, Shawn came to my aid.
"Yo, let's just order some food . . . we didn't come here to bag on Little One," he said aloud, but he was talking directly to my sisters. "Plus y'all know how guys get around m.i.l.fs."
I burst into a small fit of laughter, "Does she even fit that term?"
Shawn smirked, "By the way y'all were acting with each other . . . on your end she does."
I laughed some more, but knew Shawn was right. Sabrina was a mulatto skinned cutie with semi-long light brown hair and hazel eyes. Her body was banging too. She had an hourglass figure accompanied by ample C cup breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips leading to an ass in the shape of a tight bubble. Sure, she didn't fit the American Pie
definition of the term M
, but Sabrina Dutton was definitely a mother I'd like to fuck and I had no doubt she felt the same way. It was only because of our different life situations that neither of us tried anything with the other.
My family gathering ended around five 'o clock. Cherrell and Kelli went home while Shawn drove me back to the Hood to get in some male bonding time. His car parked in front of our house (well it was only my house at this point) at 5:15pm.
"Yo man, let me tell you something, Little One," Shawn said as the car stopped moving.
"Don't let your sisters fuck with you about how you are. You're nice and sensitive, but you're tough when you need to be too."
I smiled at my big brothers words, "Thanks Shawn."
"Keep helping that little mama out. I know you're doing it 'cause it's right . . . not 'cause you've got some other
"Thanks again, bro."
"But if she tries to get at you . . . you better take her 'cause little mama's damn good looking."
I laughed, "Alright . . . will do."
"You better 'cause she's definitely feeling you." Shawn said before we hugged and I got out of the car. "Peace and Love, Little One and keep taking care of Grandma."
"I got you, bro. Peace and Love," I replied, before my brother sped away.
I let his words sink in and went into my house for some down time.
It was nine 'o clock at night when I left my house again. My Grandma was upstairs sleeping so I tried my hardest not making noise as I left. I was hungry, so I grabbed the twenty on my dresser and for the Chinese store. It really wasn’t a Chinese store
, but in the Hood it’s a slang term for Asian owned corner stores. Coming into the store, I found Sabrina standing in a short line of people, but surprisingly she didn't have Jaden (her son) with her.
"Where's the little guy, mama?" I asked and everybody in the store knew I was talking to Sabrina, who turned around at the sound of my voice.
As she faced me, I took in her sexiness and damn did Sabrina look sexy at the moment. There she was stood before me in only a tight-fitting zebra-striped black and white tank top with a pair of black tights that displayed her booty and legs in all their glory.
She smiled at the sight of me, "Jay-Jay's with his grandmother. She offered to take him 'till Sunday since I looked so tired earlier."
"Good, you really need a rest, girl."
"Trust me; I'm going to take one. What're you here for, boy?"
"Shrimp Lo Mien and a couple of pizza rolls," I told her.
She laughed, "I'm paying . . . I still got your twenty and I owe you one."
"You're cool on that, Sabrina, but how about we hang out a bit? We never really get to,"
"That's sounds nice. We're headed to my place 'cause I know how your grandma feels about late night company."
When we left the Chinese store, we had three bags of stuff; shrimp Lo Mien, pizza rolls, chicken fingers, French fries, and a two liter pineapple soda. Sabrina lived in the Section 8
apartment building around the corner from my house. Entering the building, she led me to apartment B-6
. Coming into Sabrina's apartment, I smiled. It was modest, but very nice. She was poor, raising a baby, and found the time to keep a good house. I was proud of it.
"Nice place," I said.
"Thanks, make yourself comfortable, Jay."
I eyed the TV in the center of the living room as I sat on a couch.
"Any movies to watch? I love a good movie while eating,"
"Me too," she replied. "I've got Cadillac Records
in the DVD player . . . how's that?"
"Good 'cause I'm ready to get my grub on."
"Do you boy . . . do you."
"Uh, uh, lady's first plus I've got to wash my hands."
"Such a gentleman,"
I washed my hands and grabbed two plates before rejoining Sabrina on the couch. I found the remote, turning on the movie while Sabrina started getting the food she wanted. An hour and forty–eight minutes later Cadillac Records
was over and half the food was gone. It was all good though as our stomachs were full and we held some conversation.
"Your family’s real nice," Sabrina said taking a sip of soda. “Your sisters seem a bit stuck up.”
I laughed, "They’re a little stuck up, Sabrina. They had a lot to say when you left."
"What did they say?" she asked, no doubt thinking they talked about her.
"Don’t worry, it was nothing against you. It was all
"What did they say?" she asked again.
"Basically . . . that I’m too
nice and how people could use
Sabrina laughed, "What a load of bullshit. You’re nice, but you aren’t a doormat, Jay."
"Yeah, I know . . . my brother had my back. He gave me some good words when he drove me home."
"Good because there’s nothing wrong you being nice, Relle. It’s the best thing about you."
"You’re welcome, but can I ask you something?"
I smirked, "You just did, but shoot."
"Why are you so nice
I laughed at her, "What kind of question is that, Sabrina? Honestly, I really can’t help it."
She laughed at my words, "Really, you can’t help it, Jerrell?"
I got serious with her, "Yeah, I can’t help it, Sabrina. When somebody's as great as you. . ."
My words trailed off. I was being truthful with my words, but I was beating around the bush. Normally I would though by the end I'd tell the person (especially a female) I was talking to how I really felt about them though this time I wasn't for all that. I was just going to tell it like it was.
"Look, I could sit and tell you how smart, beautiful, and what a good mother you are, Sabrina, but on the real . . . I've been feeling you- -I've been feeling you for awhile."
"And I know you've been feeling me too," I added with a smile.
"Yeah, I've been feeling you, Relle, but I'm not trying to get in a relationship," she replied. "I've got Jay-Jay and all."
"I understand, but it's been a soft night between us and I'm not trying to end it without one thing."
"What would that be?" she asked.
"This. . ." I said, before my lips captured hers in a passionate kiss.
Sabrina wasn't lying about feeling me because she instantly reciprocated my kiss. Locked in the kiss, my hand snaked into the tights she wore and found a pair soaking wet panties. I knew we were feeling each other, but feeling how aroused Sabrina was was a surprise. Our kiss seemed to last an eternity until we needed to breath. My hand left the inside of her pants and I wrapped my arms around her waist.
I kissed her forehead, "Damn girl . . . you're wet as hell."
Sabrina found my member through my jeans and rubbed on it, "I told you I was feeling you, Relle."
"I'm feeling you and you're feeling me, so
what do we do with this?" I mused.
Sabrina kissed my lips and only said, "Come on."
Minutes later, we were in Sabrina's bedroom getting it on. We stood before her bed making out. For each kiss I gave her, I found myself wanting more. I couldn’t really help myself as I'd craved this for awhile and the moment was finally here. I was a bit rough with her, but Sabrina liked it. Within moments, we stripped each other of our clothes leaving Sabrina naked, while I was clad in my boxers. She trembled as my hands slid up her calves.
"You feel good," I said softly before picking her up and placing gently on her bed.
I quickly joined her in bed, my fingers traveling up the backside of her thighs as my lips landed on her stomach. I gave her stomach precious kisses then my tongue taunted her light brown nipples. Before long, Sabrina's legs were spread open and I was in between them. My eyes met hers, but I said nothing and went to work pleasuring her. I licked her inner thighs and slowly moved up to her (to my surprise) shaved pussy.
"Oh, oh, ooh," Sabrina moaned.
I licked her labia gently. I took my thumb and index finger, opening her up then my tongue licked around her lips a bit more before finding her clit. I lashed at her clit, causing Sabrina to arch her back.
"Oh, oh my goodness," she whispered, rotating her hips as I drove my tongue deeper into her. "Right there baby. Oh, shit, Relle. Mmmm, don’t stop."
She didn't have to tell me . . . 'cause I wasn't going to stop. I took my sweet time eating her. I flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could. I stopped licking the clit to start sucking on it, forcing Sabrina's back to arch more. I was doing it and doing it well as Sabrina grabbed the back of my head, driving my face further down into her. I nibbled and sucked on her clit until she climaxed with a window breaking shriek. Sure, Sabrina had just cum though we were far from done. With a finger, she beckoned me forth wanting the dick. I took off my boxers and climbed on top of Sabrina once, entering her gently. I started stroking slowly, but as she got used to me, I sped up my stroke. Sabrina screamed with every thrust of my love stick. The harder I gave it to her, the louder she became.
"Fuck me, baby!" Sabrina screamed.
The sex was gentle and passionate just the way we both wanted it. I felt myself ready to cum, but I pushed it out my mind in order to keep going. I withdrew from Sabrina to flip her over. Her ass was up in the air and she slightly turned her head to look into my eyes, hers full of lustful want. I lowered myself, so that I was on top of Sabrina. Her ass was perched high in the air and her were legs were spread wide. Her body bowed so beautifully, her brown hair spilled to the side. The moans escaping her lips escalated into a keening cry that echoed off the walls as I entered her again. I was on my knees and gripped her waist with my soft hands.
I began to thrust into her slowly and deeply. Her walls constricted around my dick tightly each time I reentered her. The feeling was unimaginable.
"Mmm . . . Ooooh . . . Oh Jay,"
With each thrust, I could feel myself coming closer to a climax. The heat from her and the tightness of her walls were helping, indeed. Soon, I had to clasp a hand on her bare thigh as I drove deeper into her, causing Sabrina to scream again and again in pleasure.
"Ahhh! Mmmm," Sabrina moaned before biting down on her bed sheets to muffle herself.
"Oh!" I breathed out as I felt myself about to cum.
"Relle!" Sabrina screamed.
I came inside Sabrina when I heard her moan my name as my seed filled her up and I rode out my orgasm while listening to Sabrina scream in ecstasy, cumming herself.
A half hour later, Sabrina lay naked in her bed as I got dressed, getting ready to leave.
"That was so good, Relle."
"Yeah, but is this it, Sabrina?" I needed to know.
She smirked and let out a sigh, "After that
. . . we could have another go."
"I've got work tomorrow, but I could come over afterwards. What do you think?"
"I think I'll be waiting for you, babe."
. . . or this dick?" I quizzed, now fully dressed.
I leaned over the bed and gave Sabrina a final kiss. "I've got to go, but I'll definitely
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