Coming after school (4 page)

Wanting to kiss her, he gently soothed the back
of her neck with his tongue. Intertwining her fingers
with his, they held a slow grind until Faith Evan’s
‘Love like This’
bumped through the loud speakers.
With a surge of confidence Sharice got her groove
back and bopped along with Maliq and the rest of
crowd. Liking her newfound confidence, as she let
herself be free. Swinging her hips from side to side
while pumping her fist into the air, Sharice got into
the groove of things.

Slowing it down a little bit the DJ played Bobby
Valentino’s
‘Slow Down’
. Thinking that she was
the shit, Sharice boldly approached Maliq and
placed her arms around his neck. Licking her lips
she shamelessly grinded against him, causing him
to get a hard on. Knowing the effect she had on him,
Sharice worked her hips against him even harder.
Not able to take anymore, Maliq grabbed her hand,
and led her to a vacant corner of the room.

“Let’s go back to my crib,” he said as he kissed
her ear.

“Come on, let’s go get a cup of coffee.” She
laughed as she left him standing there. After going
to the bathroom to freshen up, Sharice met back up
with Maliq at a quaint table by the window.

“I know this is getting off the subject, but you
have a beautiful smile, Sharice.”

“Thank you, Maliq; that was nice.” She smiled,
feeling her cheeks burn bright red.

“I see you blush very easily.”

“No, I don’t,” she lied, trying not to blush again,
but failing.

“See, I told you so,” Maliq grinned.

“Whatever,” Sharice grinned too.

“So what now? I mean, the night is still young;
how about we go for a walk or something?”

“Maliq, we talked about this. I agreed to lunch
and that was it. I’m sorry but that is all I can offer
you.”

“I understand,” Coach Rainey said trying to
believe his own lie. Every time he stared at Sharice,
his dick did a dance. Checking her watch, Sharice
saw that it was getting a little late. Mason would be
home soon from his date with Candice, and Sharice
wanted to beat him home.

“This was nice, Coach, but I have to be getting
home now.”

“What happened to you calling me Maliq?”

“Hey, we do have to remain professional, don’t
we? I can’t be calling you Maliq around the kids
now, can I?”

“How about you call me Coach at school, and
when we’re alone call me Big Daddy,” Maliq
whispered, now standing in front of her.

Looking into his eyes, Sharice had the
unavoidable desire to haul off and kiss the hell out
of Maliq but didn’t.

“Um . . . thanks for dinner, Maliq, but . . . I have
to go,” she replied licking her lips.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

Once outside of J Bucks, they stood talking.

* * *

On the other side of town, Mason and Candice
fooled around on the couch.

“Put it in, Mason,” Candice begged.

“I don’t know, my moms might be home any
minute,” he said while squeezing the tip of his
dick.

“Come on, Baby, please.”

“First give me some head.”

“Okay but don’t cum in my mouth like you did
the last time.”

Unzipping his pants, Candice slid his boxers
down just below his knees. Taking all of him in her
mouth, she bobbed her head up and down. Leaning
his head back on the couch, Mason enjoyed the
warm sensation coming from Candice’s mouth.
Sucking on the head of his dick, she flicked her
tongue across the tip. Staring down at her he grabbed
her head and drove himself deep inside until his
dick reached the back of her throat. Guiding her
head with his hand, Mason listened to the sound of
Candice’s mouth making slurping noises.

Juggling his balls in her right hand, she
massaged his dick while still sucking on the head.
Not able to deny her small supple breasts anymore,
Mason lifted her up and placed her gently onto
his mammoth dick. Licking his lips as Candice
bounced up and down on his dick, Mason grabbed
a handful of ass to lift her up even higher.

“Oh Mason! Mason!” she yelled, enjoying each
stroke.

“Damn, Ma, you about to make a nigga bust,”
Mason groaned, ramming himself even deeper.
Turning around on his dick, Candice leaned over
so that he could get a good view of her round,
plump ass. Playing with her asshole, he inserted a
finger inside.

“Oh Baby! Play with my ass! Oh Mason!”

“I’m about to bust baby!” he yelled back.

“Ahh, go deeper! Ahh yeah, go deeper!”

Gripping her waist tightly, Mason watched as
cum juices poured down her thighs. Thrusting
harder, he hurried his orgasm in hopes of not
getting caught by his mom. The harder he pumped,
the more excited he became, and the more excited
he became, the more he neared cumming. Slowing
down some, he stroked her until cum came flowing
down from her valley. Cumming too, Mason’s
juices trickled down Candice’s thighs, causing a
clapping sound every time she eased down on his
dick. Hearing a key entering the keyhole, Mason
jumped up but not fast enough.

“May—” Sharice began to yell but was stopped
by the sight in front of her eyes.

“Momma, it’s not what you think,” Mason tried
to explain.

“Mason, what in the hell is going on here!?”

“Mrs. Cummings, I am so sorry,” Candice
apologized.

“Candice, save your apology ’cause I don’t want
to hear it! What you need to do is get your clothes
on and get the hell out of my house!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Candice sobbed as she walked
past her with her hands covering her breasts.

Slapping Mason upside his head, Sharice
screamed, “What in the hell were you thinking,
Mason!”

“Ma, we was just fooling around! It was nothing,
don’t trip!”

“It sure doesn’t look like nothing! Standing there
wit yo’ little-ass dick out! You’re naked, Mason,
with cum dripping down yo’ leg! Does that seem
like nothing to you?”

Holding his dick in his hand, he whispered,
“Nah.”

“I can’t believe that you would disrespect my
house like this!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry my ass, Mason! I can’t trust you anymore
after you pull a stunt like this! Wait until your father
hears about this!”

“What you running and telling him for?” Mason
yelled.

“Because he’s your father, Mason, and I think he
should know how his son disrespected my house,
that’s why!”

“What you think you telling him gon’ do? I’ma
grown-ass man; there ain’t shit he can do to me!”
Fuck him! He don’t give a shit about you or me!
’Cause if he did he wouldn’t have left you for
Tammy! You just want to have an excuse to talk to
him! Face it, he doesn’t want you anymore, Ma!”

Slap!!!

“Don’t you ever in your life talk to me like that
again?
Do you hear me
?”

“Mason, I’m getting ready to go. I’ll talk to you
later,” Candice said easing out of the door.

“
Do you hear me Mason Alexzander
?!”

“Yeah!” he yelled back as he left the room.

With tears forming in her eyes, Sharice picked
her keys up off the floor and headed back to her
car. Sitting in the car she placed her head on the
steering wheel and had herself a good cry.

Part Three

A
bout thirty minutes passed by and Sharice
still sat with her arms folded underneath her
tear-stained face. Lifting her head up, she wiped
her eyes, and tried not to take Mason’s words to
heart. But that seemed to be very hard to do since
everything he said was true. A part of Sharice
still longed for Lester’s affection. She wanted to
believe that maybe deep down inside he did in fact
still love her.

Sharice tried to fool herself into believing that
the relation-ship between him and Tammy was
just temporary and that he would be back. She had
been lying to herself for the past five years, telling
herself that dating was useless. But in fact, all she
really wanted was to be back in Lester’s arms.
Looking at herself in the rearview mirror, Sharice
realized how foolish she looked. Not wanting to
see her own reflection anymore, she rummaged
through her purse in search of a number.

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . .

“Hello?”

“Maliq,” Sharice whispered, barely getting out
through the tears.

“Sharice is that you?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called.”

“Nah, it’s not a problem. I’m just shocked to
hear your voice’ that’s all. What’s up? You sound
like something is wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk. I just want to see you. Is
that okay?”

“Yeah, you want to meet up somewhere?”

“No. Your house is fine,” she replied as she fixed
her makeup and hair.

After getting directions, Sharice jumped on
the highway and was parked in front of Maliq’s
house in less than ten minutes. Knocking on his
door, she waited patiently, feeling a little nervous.
Smoothing her hair back once more she heard the
sound of his footsteps nearing the door.