Black didn't remember when it all started. But, by the time he was old enough to understand, he was used to it. Anything his mother would do, if his father didn't like it, she would get beat. If dinner wasn't ready and on the table, she would get beat. If the house wasn't dust free, she would get beat. If Black cried and his mother couldn't quiet him down, she would get beat. Almost everyday his mother had a different bruise on her body. Normally, he would hit her in places that she could hide with clothes, so no one could tell that his father beat her. Then he started drinking, and he didn't give a fuck. One time he beat his mother so bad she had to go to the hospital. He had broken one of her ribs, blacked both of her eyes, and busted her nose.
After that incident, the authorities took Black out of the home, saying he wasn't in a stable environment. The state was going to put him in foster care until his grandmother stepped up to the plate. He thanked God everyday for that blessing. Black had already made a promise to himself that, when he was old enough, he would buy a gun and kill his father. Black begged his mother to leave too, but instead, she opted to stay. She told Black she loved his father and that she made a promise to God to stick through for better or worse.
Sadly enough things never got better. The last fight Black's mother and father had led to someone dying.
At the funeral, Black never shed one tear, his heart had already turned cold. He hated his mother for not leaving. And so he sat and stared at the coffin hoping that, at least, now his mother was finally at peace. Black's father stabbed his mother thirty-two times. That time he succeeded in destroying the women he so-called loved.
That mark in Black's life made him look at women different. He vowed that he would never love any woman, scared that he would follow in his father's footsteps. Fearful he may end up with the negative trait of abuse. Also making him hate women who couldn't stand on their own. Weak, fragile, insecure, immature, dumb, gold diggings, hoes, were not for him. And the incident that night dredged up too many suppressed feelings in Black. Being able to stick up for someone who couldn't, made Black's heart loosen a bit.
Stopping in front of the apartment building, Meesa considered asking Black to come up. But thought against it, rethinking the words he uttered to her.
“Well, thanks Black for the ride.”
“You welcome Shorty. You mind if I come up and use your bathroom?” Black asked, not wanting the night to be over.
“Sure.” Meesa said, glad that he wasn't leaving yet.
Meesa escorted Black up to her apartment. While Black took a piss, Meesa hurriedly sprayed perfume on her body and checked her hair and makeup. By the time he got out of the bathroom, Meesa was seated in her love seat, as if she had been sitting there the entire time.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” Meesa asked, nervously.
“Yeah, what you got?”
“Um, I have a bottle of White Zinfandel.”
“Yeah, go and pop that shit open.” Knowing she shouldn't be drinking, Meesa poured two glasses of wine.
She hoped she didn't get drunk instantly and make a fool out of herself. Handing him his drink, Meesa sat back on the love seat across from him. Immediately feeling a buzz, Meesa's body tingled. Feeling sexual, she realized she hadn't had any in four months. Black, on the other hand wanted another glass, not feeling a thing. One glass didn't do a damn thing to him.
After three more glasses, he finally was at a place of peace.
Eyeing Meesa's silky legs crossed, he licked his lips. She had the prettiest legs in the world to him. Feeling him staring she uncrossed her legs giving him a sneak peek.
Black's eyes widened, loving every minute he spent with her.
“Come here.” He asked. Meesa, sat still not knowing if she should go. Thinking of what he said to her, and knowing if she went, where it would lead. But she knew she had to. she had to go to him, her heart commanded her to. “Come over here.” He said again.
Pulling down her dress as she stood up, she gave him her sexiest walk.
It paid off, because as soon as she approached the couch, he grabbed her. Pulling her on top of him, he did something he had been dying to do. He kissed her slowly, making sure she understood the effect she had on him. Meesa felt it all right. She was in absolute heaven. Meesa saw the clouds, the sun, and the moon. Trying to take control of the situation, she lifted her head up releasing herself from the kiss. She licked her lips savoring his taste and pushed him down. Straddling her legs on each side of him, she leaned back down and kissed his eyes.
No women had ever done that to him, so Black was surprised. After his eyes, she made her way to his nose, cheeks, ears, and then finally back to his lips. Black knew that this was more than foreplay. They explored each other's mouths, sucking and licking each other's lips. Sliding his hands up and down Meesa's back, she arched her back, loving the way his hands felt on her bare skin. Black knew it was time for him to retake control. So he sat up and lifted himself and her up.
Carrying her to the bedroom, he laid her down, then he walked out of the room. He left Meesa wondering if he had played her again. The thought passed when he re-entered the room with a lighter. He began to light each of the six candles she had placed around her room.
Black was setting the scene for seduction. Not knowing the feeling he had inside, he kept up the momentum, and crawled onto the bed with her. Black unbuckled her stilettos, which revealed ten perfectly pedicured toes. He then ran his fingers up to the top of her dress, peeling back the material to show her breast. He pulled the dress down around her ankles. She kicked it off, kicking it across the room.
She wore a black lace front thong to go with the dress she no longer had on. Black gently took her thongs off, leaving her buck-naked. He got off the bed to get a better view of her. She was absolutely beautiful. The light from the candles in the room flickered all over her body. Her body glistened in the light. Meesa bit her bottom lip, wondering what he was thinking. Black let his first shirt slide down his arms and pulled the other over his head. Meesa was breathless. The muscles he had were beautifully carved out.
His chocolate skin looked good enough to eat. She wanted to taste him. She imagined what he felt and tasted like. Black was down to his boxers and he decided to keep them on, as he wanted her to take them off of him. Back in the bed, he began to kiss her legs, leading to her inner being. Black tantalized her insides with his tongue. Meesa moaned from pleasure. He was taking her places she had never been before. Basking in the moment, she screamed nearing an orgasm. She begged him to stop, not wanting to cum yet. He obliged and lifted his head up and licked her stomach. Circling his tongue all around, he traced his tongue along each of her nipples, biting and sucking them at the same time. Meesa loved it, it was everything she hoped it would be. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
No, it's really happening, she thought to herself. Not being able to take any more, she pleaded, “Black please put it in.”
“Are you sure?” Wanting her to beg.
“Yes I'm sure, please, please, please.” She whined.
“Take my boxers off for me.” He asked. Releasing the tool meant to bring her joy, she touched him. In her hand she held a long black instrument. She led him to her open field of sin. As he entered her, she relaxed herself wanting to feel everything. In the beginning, it hurt a little, being Black's dick was so big. But she got in the groove quickly. He stroked her slowly at first, then he began to speed up.
“How fast do you want it?”
“As fast as you can go.” She countered. They locked eyes wondering, why they hadn't done this before.
“Black I need you.” Pleaded Meesa.
“How bad do you need me?
“Bad, Black, Bad.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes!” She screamed, as he stroked her harder.
Crying out from gratification,