An Urban Drama Read Free

sat next to me on the bed and applied oil to my arms and chest.
    I took the bottle from him. “Lay down on your back. Let me do you,” I said.
    Lorenzo smiled his reply and quickly complied with my wishes. Now it was my turn to kneel on the bed next to him. I poured the lotion into my hands and rubbed them together, then I began to massage his thighs gently. I straddled his torso as he looked on with great anticipation. I slid down on him and started to move up and down slowly, then in circles. I reached for the baby oil and poured it across his chest, rubbing it in with my fingertips. Once I had covered his chest, I leaned forward and kissed him. I moved from side to side, rubbing my chest across his in beat with the music. I started to move my hips faster while I tasted his tongue, then I sat up and went to work. After awhile, I stopped and moved my legs so my feet were flat on the bed. In this position, I proceeded to fuck the shit out of him.
 
Two
    I guess you can tell that I’m just a little dick happy. You know, excited to the point of smiling from ear to ear at the sight of one, and the feel of it in my hands—soft and silky to the touch yet hard and firm. So you know I was glad to be back with Lorenzo, ’cause he had it going on down there. Besides, I still had mad love for him.
    It’s like we could feel each other sometimes, you know. One minute we’d be talking, and then we’d just look at each other. The next thing you know, we were into it, having mad sex. It didn’t matter where we were or what was going on around us. We would do it anywhere.
    I remember one Saturday night we were on our way to the movies, and I looked over at Lorenzo and said, “Turn down that street.” Well, naturally he complied with my request. He knew what time it was. “Pull over behind that building there.” As soon as he stopped the car, I got out. “You coming?” I asked, and started walking toward the building. Lorenzo turned off the truck and followed me. Once I got to the building, I walked down a short flight of steps leading to a door. I leaned against the door. “Come here.” I kissed him, and he reached under my skirt. I stepped out of my panties and handed them to him. “Hold on to these for me.” The kissing began again, until I stopped suddenly and pushed him away from me. “Sit down on the steps.”
    He did it. Quick.
    “Take it out so I can ride you.” I gathered my skirt around my waist and turned around. I grabbed hold of it and put it in me, then I started grinding my hips into his lap. Once we were done, we went on to the movies.
    While I was at Hampton I never really had what you would call a boyfriend. There were guys I saw ’cause they were paid and liked to give me money; guys I saw just to go out and be seen with—but they had money too—and then there was Raymond. Me and him never went anywhere. We never did anything together and he never had any money to spend on me, but damn, that nigga could fuck.
    Just like I’d had other men, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that over past five years, Lorenzo had been saving all that dick for me. I knew that there had to be somebody he was fucking. More likely a whole bunch of women looking to fuck a baller—a baller with skills. Shit, I knew he probably had a gang of women, but it was cool. I wasn’t worried. None of them had shit on me. And besides, I had history with him, and if that first night back together was any indicator, I could just relax and let it come to me.
    And it did.
    But you know there had to be some drama first. Like this one time we were at Sam Goody looking at CDs when one of his women walked up on him. I was on one aisle and he was listening to a CD on the headphones on the next aisle, so he didn’t see her coming. I’d been watching her since she’d come in the store, wondering what possessed her to put that bad weave in her hair, and we are not even gonna talk about her outfit and that ridiculous shade of pink. She was