I stood behind the counter at the Dunkin' Donuts
at Septa's Olney Transportation Center
fulfilling my job requirements as a cashier/server. It was a part-time job that took an application and two interviews to get, but I got it. I loved my job, the pay was great, and the employees were entitled to free donuts (the free donuts were one of the best perks) though at the moment, I didn’t love it so much. It was nine 'o clock in the evening and officially
I was off the clock, but the manager wouldn't let any of us leave until the last customer was served. It was mid-April and each day varied between sunshine and rainy weather. This day was one of clouds and sun, but as the day wore on the clouds hid the sun while gray storm clouds rolled in. So, as I did my job my brown eyes kept glancing out the window as I sensed the rain approaching and I wasn't trying to get caught in it. Plus my friends were waiting for me outside and knew I was holding them up. Luckily, there were only three people in line before me. I served them all quickly and clocked off.
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Finally, we can go home."
"I know that's right, Relle." My co-worker, Micah chimed in as she finished up at the drive-thru. "What are your plans tonight?"
I began gathering some donuts for my friends, "You know Malik and Eva are out there waiting for me, Micah."
"Oh," Micah replied with an air of disgust.
"Come on, Micah . . . don’t start anything out there. Please,"
Micah smirked, "I'm not worried about them, boy."
"Alright," I replied, knowing she was lying.
I made my way outside at 9:15pm to the smiling faces of my friends. I gave Malik daps and greeted Eva with a hug.
Malik shoved me playfully, "Took your ass long enough to get out here."
"Yeah, and it looks like it's going to rain too." Eva added, cosigning.
I held out the bag of donuts I took from work, "Will this shut y'all up?"
"Yup," Malik replied, taking the bag from me.
We all sat down on the bench at the "L" bus stop enjoying the treats I provided along with some conversation. When Malik finished his first donut, he lit a cigarette. We all lived the impoverished lifestyle in one of the poorest parts of Philadelphia. It took its toll on all us, but we handled it in different ways. Recently, Malik began smoking to cope with the stress of our lives. All of us were proactive about our situation though. I got a part-time job for money and so my family wouldn't lose our EBT
(food stamps) benefits while Eva started doing people's hair in our neighborhood. Malik started his own little street hustle for money though half the money he made went to his newfound habit.
"Does your mama know you smoke?" I asked with a laugh.
"Yup, but I just can't smoke in the house." Malik explained with a light exhale, blowing smoke into the air.
"You really need to stop though," Eva spoke up, looking behind us. "Uh oh, here comes Ms. Bad Attitude."
Malik and I turned our heads to see Micah coming out of our workplace.
"Nothing's going down," I told them. "Micah's pretty cool."
"She's cool with you
, Jay." Malik replied. "She's a bitch to the rest of us."
"Where's the bus?" Eva asked, looking at the clock on her phone.
"What time is it?" Malik asked.
"9:45pm and the bus was suppose to be here at 9:20pm."
"Damn, we've been out here that long?" I quizzed, genuinely surprised.
"Looks like it," Malik said lighting up a new cigarette.
In the thirty minutes we'd been sitting at the bus stop, other people joined us in small huddles near us. I looked up at the gray sky above and prayed the rain would continue to hold off. Thankfully, God heard me as ten minutes went by with no rain in sight.
"Still out here, Jerrell?" Micah's voice suddenly asked from behind.
I stood up and faced her, "Yup . . . the bus is late too."
She smiled, "You know Septa's stupid, Relle."
"Hey Micah," Eva greeted her, but Micah responded with a nasty look.
"I told you, Jay." Malik spoke up, referring to his comments earlier about Micah.
"Bitch," He added under his breath.
"Told him what?" Micah asked defensively.
"Nothing," I said, giving Malik a look. "It's all good, Micah. We're just trying to get home before the rain comes."
She nodded, "I feel you on that one."
Seemingly at our choice of words, God reneged on my prayer as he let go a downpour so swift and so hard that everyone around us hurried toward the bench we sat at for the cover of the open shelter around it. We were all now clumped together in a mass of bodies trying to escape the rain and as fate would have it; I was bunched up in the back with Micah in front of me. Her ample backside rubbed ever so slightly against my middle and I tried moving back, but there was nowhere to go because my back was to the glass of the shelter. I couldn't move back and to my dismay, I began to brick up in my pants. My cock twitched as Micah kept moving around trying to find some comfort unknowingly bumping and grinding with me. If she ever confronted me about this I could blame my erection on the friction between us, but I'd be lying if a piece of me wasn't attracted to Micah. Especially now, seeing how good she looked even with her work clothes on. Micah was a B.B.B.W, (a Big Beautiful Black Woman
), but she wasn't necessary overweight though. Her body's voluptuous figure was spot on and pleasing to the eyes (to mine anyway) as was the rest of her. Micah was a full figured blessing with smooth, dark chocolate skin, thick eyelashes wrapped around doe-shaped, brown eyes. Her black hair flowed down to her shoulders while her work shirt showed off her cantaloupe sized breasts and her plump ass was hugged snug in her pants.
"Damn," I cursed under my breath as my manhood throbbed.
Micah's mind must have been solely on comfort because she didn't notice my hard-on at all. That was
until she stood still. I could just imagine the shock on her face at the feeling of my meaty, eight inches on her ass. I knew she felt my hardness on her, but surprisingly, she didn't turn around. Mostly, because the bus finally came to a screeching halt before us and everyone hurried abroad out of the rain. I sat with Malik and Eva while Micah sat across from us, a look of envy and jealousy on her face. Envy; that was Micah's problem. Even though she tried to hide it with her bitchy behavior, I saw through it. We all lived in the same neighborhood, but among the guys because of her appearance (her weight really) Micah was always overlooked. She had to endure girls of Eva's frame and looks getting all the attention of us guys. This made her jealous and she had a slight self esteem problem because of it. Her attitude towards Eva wasn't justified, but it was simply a defense mechanism. It too wasn't an excuse for her behavior, but I understood what she was feeling. Looking at her across from me, I felt sorry for Micah a bit. She was a true cutie pie masked by anger and self loathing. I could even tell she hadn't had sex in a long while (not counting a vibrator or her fingers).
A twenty minute bus ride got us all to Mt. Pleasant Avenue and after making sure the girls got home safe, Malik walked me to my house.
Malik lit up his third cigarette of the night and suddenly said, "Yo, that bitch seriously needs some dick in her."
I let out a laugh at his bluntness, "Who are you talking about?"
"Micah . . . some dick would do her some good."
I shook my head, "I hope she gets some soon 'cause I'm tired of playing peacekeeper with y'all."
"If she wasn't such a bitch
than you wouldn't have to, Jay."
"Yeah, Micah has an attitude problem, but it would help if you just ignored
Malik laughed with a small smile, "You know I can't do that, Relle."
"Yeah, you're too damn ghetto for that." I replied. "Seriously though, Micah just needs some attention."
"You better set her up with a chubby chaser then."
I gave my friend a stern look due to choice of words, "C'mon Malik. . .that's a low blow."
"Lucky she can't feel it then, huh?"
"Hey, Micah may be a bitch sometimes, but talking about her like that's a bitch move."
"Plus you've got admit . . . Micah is
kind of cute." I added.
"I'm not going to call her cute
, but she's got tits and ass for days."
"You don't have to tell me," I said to myself, thinking back to Micah's ass on my crotch earlier.
We made it to my house, giving each other departing dap and a brotherly hug.
"Alright bro," Malik said placing my hand on my shoulder. "Go get some rest. I see how tired you are."
"You try working eight hours every day on top of school and you'd be tired too, Malik. When are you going to start working?"
"I've filled out some applications, but you know how messed the economy is."
I laughed, "As poor as we are . . . are we even a part of the economy?"
Malik shook his head, "I don't even know."
"Alright, let me head in. Thank God, I don't have to work tomorrow."
Malik smirked, "Got to love Saturdays. Are we all still hanging out tomorrow night?"
"Mmhm, but I got some things to do before."
"What do you have to do, Jay?"
"Uh, uh . . . I’ll tell you about it when I come over tomorrow."
"Is somebody getting some pussy?"
"Tomorrow man . . . you’ll know everything." I told him before heading into my house.
Entering my house, I headed straight to my room. After undressing, I plopped down on my bed and relaxed. Sleep was overtaking me, but my thoughts wouldn't let me slip into the dream world. I thought of Micah and my conversation with Malik. Micah really did
need some male attention, to be shown how pretty she truly was and boost her self esteem. There really weren't a lot of guys that were going to step up, so it looked like I was going to have to and I really didn't have a problem with that. Better me
than someone who was just going to fuck with her feelings. I smirked as I made up my mind to show Micah a good time. I knew she didn't have to work because our work schedules were the same. Only tomorrow would tell if she was going to be free and I could only hope as I let myself fall asleep.
I sat in my living room at twelve 'o clock Saturday afternoon watching TV as I'd been up since nine. Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed Micah's number and instantly she picked up.
"Hey Micah, its Jerrell,"
"Hey Jay . . . what’s up?"
"I'm cool. I was just wondering if you had any plans today."
"We see each other at work and around the way, but we've never really hung out together." I explained. "I was thinking today's a good of a time as any to start."
"I don't know, Jerrell. You know Malik and I can't be in the same place for too long,"
"It's not like that, Micah. I mean just the two of us,"
"Sounds like you're asking me out on a date, Jerrell." She said, flirting with me a bit.
"You're the one calling it a date, Micah. I said hang out
"So when do you want to hang out
‘cause honestly I'm still in bed."
"How about we meet at two 'o clock at the Trolley Car Diner
in Chestnut Hill
," I suggested. You know where that is?"
"Yup, so I'll see you at two then," Micah said sweetly.
"It's a date," I replied causing Micah to laugh.
"Bye boy," She said still laughing as she hung up.
It was a bright and comfortable day outside as I left to meet up with Micah. I was dressed the best I could be since I prided myself on it. The haircut I got earlier in the week was still fresh along with the new clothes I also brought. I wore a pair of Puma
sneakers, blue jeans, and a plain blue t-shirt with an open red flannel shirt over it. Topped off with the light jacket I had on. I rode the 23
Septa bus up to Chestnut Hill
and stepping off the bus, I found Micah standing in front of the diner.
I glanced at my watch which read, 2:00pm
and said to myself, "I'm right on time."
Standing before her, just like night before Micah was looking oh, so good. She wore a cute V-neck blouse that showed a modest amount of cleavage and the black jeans she wore accentuated her juicy derrière.
"Hey Micah," I greeted her while we embraced in a quick hug. "You look good."
She smiled, "You look good too."
"Well, I didn't pick this spot for nothing." I said glancing behind her at the diner. "It's lunch time and I'm hungry. How about you?"
"I could eat something,"
I smiled, "Good."
The diner was half full as we sat down at a two person booth, the mild voices of the other customers surrounding us. We began looking over the menu when our waiter came to the table. He was kind of young for a waiter though. Since Micah and I were eighteen, he couldn't have been but a few years older than us. He gave us his best smile then pulled out his small pan and pen.
"I saw you guys just come in, so I'm not going to ask for your orders, but how about some drinks?"
"I'll have a Root Beer," I told him.
The waiter and I both looked to Micah for her drink choice.
"I'll have an Apple Juice,"
"Okay, coming right up," the waiter said with his best
When he was out of hearing range, I leaned in and said to Micah, "Somebody really wants a tip."
"No doubt," Micah agreed with a laugh.
We continued looking over the menu, deciding what we wanted to eat and soon the waiter came back with our drinks.
I took a sip of my root beer and told him, "We're ready to order."
"Okay, what will you be having?"
"Can I get the bacon cheeseburger with fries?"
Micah handed the waiter our menu, "Um, can I have the chicken fingers with honey mustard and a side salad."
"Great choices, they'll be in front of you A.S.AP."
I got comfortable in my seat as we sat in silence for a minute, which was broken by my stomach growling loudly. Micah laughed as I blushed and held my stomach in embarrassment.
"You weren't lying about being hungry,"
I smirked, "Nope."
Micah pondered a bit and asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"What made you ask me out for this, Relle?"
I slightly smirked knowing many a man hadn't treated her to a day like this and her guard was up, but by the end of the day I'd break it down.
"We're friends, so I thought a nice day enjoying each other's company would be nice."
"So, you could have just as easily called Eva or somebody else
for this?" She asked, but it came off as more of a snide comment.
I knew she was just being defensive, but I was honestly taken aback by her words. I kept my composure though and took them in stride.
"Yeah," I told her the truth. "But as you can see, you're
here with me Micah not Eva or somebody else
"Plus you're as bad as any of the girls in the Hood, so I don't why you're tripping off them." I continued, leaving my date speechless.
Micah opened her mouth to speak, but only let out a breath. Most likely, she hadn't heard words like mine before in a long while.
"I hang out with some good looking girls and all, but I'm not friends with them 'cause of that
." I explained. "Really, I like looking deeper. You know, past the physical to the beauty of someone's spirit and I see that your spirit is beautiful, Micah."
Micah could only smile and blush at my words.
"You're sexy too,"
Micah smiled, "You never struck me as a chubby chaser, Jerrell."
"I'm not . . .'cause you're not chubby,"
"I felt your dick on my ass last night, but I know it wasn't your fault; things like that happen."
"It felt good though, Micah - -you
felt good." I admitted.
"You felt good too . . . after I first felt it- -I don't know what came over me and I started grinding on you, Jay." She replied with the same honesty.
I was about to keep the conversation going, but our waiter came with our food and interrupted me. From that moment on we ate in silence with each of us no doubt thinking of the words that were spoken before we started chowing down. Speaking of chowing down, as I ate my lunch, my mind created naughty thoughts of munching on Micah's breasts and coochie. My cock was hard and throbbing by the time we finished lunch. We split the bill and took the 23
back to the Hood. It was 4:30pm when we arrived at Micah's house. We exchanged smiles and a departing hug.
"Thanks for lunch, Jay. I had a really great time," Micah told me.
I smiled, "It's only four-thirty and I'm not headed to Mailk's 'till eight 'o clock. We don't have to stop the fun,"
"What do you want to do now?" She asked.
"Well, first, I've got a question for you,"
"When you felt me on you . . . do it make you wet, Micah?" I asked with a wicked smile.
She nodded, "Yeah."
"I know you need some dick, Micah." I said in a seductive whisper, closing the small gap between us. "You must be tired of playing with yourself at night, huh?"
She nodded again and gave a small shudder, no doubt becoming aroused by me.
"Your pussy's wet right now isn't it, Micah?"
"Mmmm, it's too wet," She groaned.
"Good, is your mom home?" I needed to know for what I was about to initiate.
"No, she's working until late tonight."
"That's what I wanted to hear," I said, taking her hand in mine and leading her towards her front door.
"What are you going to do?" Micah asked.
"I'm going to give you the dick you've been needing, girl."
The minute we stepped inside Micah's house, I pressed her up against the front door and slid my tongue into her mouth while massaging her titties. I nibbled on her earlobe then placed kisses to the side of her neck making Micah moan softly. As I serviced my date with kisses, my hands undid her pants letting them fall away.
"You ready?" I asked, sliding my hand up between her legs, pulling at her panties.
My hand found the inside of her underwear, slipping my middle finger into her wet goodness. My finger gently stroked within her and Micah met my small strokes with ones of her own.
"Mmhm, you like my finger, huh?" I groaned.
"Yes," She moaned.
"Just wait 'till my dick's in you, Micah. . ." I teased.
"Mmm . . . are you really giving it to me, Jay?"
I kissed her lips, "Yes . . . I am."
I unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans drop down around my ankles. I was standing in front of her with my dick that was thick as steel. I stroked it, teasing her before sliding her panties down. I picked her up, holding her against the door and Micah's legs wrapped around my waist. Micah took hold of my manhood and guided it inside. She was tight . . . just as I expected her to be, but once I was in, there was room. I moved inside her hard and deep while she took her bra off, letting me munch on them until they were hard as rocks. I sucked them roughly as I pummeled her pussy and she began moaning my name. It sounded passionate, true, and was sweet to my ears. Deeper and deeper I pushed into her flesh, making her take every inch as her hands reached underneath my shirt, digging her nails into my chest.
"Oooh! Oh, yes, give me that sweet dick, Jay," She moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, baby!"
Increasing my pace, I moaned and groaned in her ear.
"Mmm, damn! You've got such a wet pussy,"
Micah threw her head back and closed her eyes. She continued moaning and screaming until her body started to tremble. I gently fucked her as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life.
"Aaah . . . oooh . . . aaaah!"
"Mmm, you're going to cum for me right, baby?" I whispered. "Tell when it's coming, Micah."
I sucked on her earlobe, kissed her neck and lips, and then sucked on her bottom lip. By this point we were sexing so hard that we were hot and sweaty.
"Ohhhh, yes! It’s- -It's coming, Relle!" Micah warned, her walls tightening around my cock. "Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Micah came long and hard on me, her cream all over my member. Seeing this, my orgasm rushed through me and I filled Micah with my thick, hot nut.
A couple of hours later, after a hot shower and a change of clothes I was ready to head over to Malik's. I headed out the door as my phone rang. Looking at the caller I.D., I saw it was Malik.
"Hey Malik . . . what's up, man?"
"We're all here waiting on you. You're still coming over, right?"
"Yeah, I'm headed over as we speak."
"So . . . tell me, how was your day? Was it good? I can't wait to hear about it,"
I smiled, thinking back on my earlier events, "When I tell you about my day, bro. . .I don't think you'll even believe me."
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