Coming after school (6 page)

“Ahh baby just like that!”

“Damn, Baby, I love fucking you!”

“Maliq, I feel it! I’m about to cum!” she yelled
with quivering lips.

“I’m about to bust too!”

“Cum on my back baby!”

“I wanna cum inside!” he pumped slow and
hard.

Feeling himself become weak, Maliq let out a
loud, thunderous moan. Cumming too, Sharice
closed her eyes and screamed. Juices not only
went inside of Sharice, it went down her butt,
on the couch and on Maliq. Weak and limp, he
slumped over Sharice, still grinding slow. Neither
could move so they just lay there in their juices for
almost an hour.

Part Four

T
wo weeks passed by, and Sharice had been
avoiding Maliq like he was the plague.
Whenever Mason had practice she would let him
drive the car just so she wouldn’t run into Maliq.
Mason found this odd, but he didn’t care as long he
had the car a couple of times a week. Maliq called
every day but Sharice never would answer.

He couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
They had had mind-blowing, kinky, animalistic
sex and still he couldn’t get her to change her mind
about him.

Rubbing her thighs she tried to ease some of
the pain that Maliq had caused weeks before.
She hadn’t been sore like that since high school.
Hearing her cell phone ring ,she picked it up.

314-555-7252
showed on the screen; it was
Maliq. She didn’t know what to do. A part of her
wanted desperately to give him a chance. But
logical thinking always kicked in, and then she
would dismiss the whole idea. Letting the phone
ring until her voicemail kicked in, she waited
a minute before checking it. Putting her code in
Sharice listened as Maliq poured his heart out over
the phone.

Yo’, Ma, I miss you. I don’t know why you won’t
answer or return my calls. I wish you would just give
me a chance, Sharice. All I want to do is make you
happy. If you don’t want that, then I’ll understand.
But I can’t keep on going back and forth wit you.
For me to be the younger one, it seems to me like
you’re the one playing games. This is my last time
calling you, so you can quit avoiding me cause it
ain’t even like that no more.

Sitting Indian style on the floor, she listened to
the message five more times. Maliq was right, she
was the one playing games. Looking at her calendar
on the wall, she saw that Mason had practice the
following day. Tomorrow she would leave all of
her insecurities and doubts at the door and give her
heart to Maliq.

Pulling up to the field, Sharice inhaled deeply
and got out. It was kind of windy and chilly out
that afternoon, so she wrapped her arms snugly
under her breasts to shield herself from the wind.
Finding Maliq standing alone, deep in thought, her
heart began to flutter. Tapping him on the shoulder
she waited to get his attention. Giving him a half
smile, Sharice waited to see his reaction to seeing
her again.

“What’s up?” he asked with attitude.

“I got your message last night,” she spoke
softly.

“So, you have been avoiding me?”

“No.” Giving her a look that said you’re lying,
she told the truth. “I mean, yes.”

“I don’t see what for. I told you I’m done. I ain’t
got time for all the games.”

“That’s just it; I’m not playing games. I’m just
afraid, Maliq.”

“Afraid of what? I told you that I wasn’t gonna
hurt you.”

“I know that. It’s just that I’ve been through a
lot, and I’m not trying to get hurt again.”

“I understand that, Sharice. I’m not like none of
them other niggaz you done fucked wit.”

Smiling, she laughed at the way he talked.
Loving to see her smile, Maliq wrapped his arms
around her and hugged her tight. Hugging him,
Sharice knew that with him is where she wanted
to be. Pulling her behind the outdoors restroom,
Maliq passionately kissed her.

“I want to taste you right now,” Maliq moaned.

“I want you to, too, but we can’t,” Sharice
grinned.

Flicking his finger across her hard nipples, he
made her moan.

“Come on, just a little taste.” Not giving her
enough time to answer, Maliq pushed her thong to
the side and lightly licked her clit.

“Ooh, Baby, don’t make me cum,” Sharice
moaned again.

“Come by and see me tonight,” Maliq smiled,
easing his way back up, now licking her neck.

“Okay,” she whispered, barely able to breath.

Just as Maliq was about to lift up Sharice’s skirt
again, Mason appeared, startling them both.

“What the fuck you doing rubbing on my
momma, nigga?” Mason yelled.

“Mason, watch your damn mouth!” Sharice
yelled back.

“Nah, fuck that! What the fuck you doing wit
this nigga, Ma? This is my coach!”

“I know, Baby, but Maliq and I care for each
other.”

“Yeah, man, me and your mom really like each
other. I care for her a lot and would never do
anything to hurt her,” Maliq explained.

“Man, fuck what you talkin’ about!” Mason
said, getting up in Maliq’s face.

“Don’t even try it!” Sharice shouted.

“Yo’ Mason, what’s the deal? We can hear y’all
all the way on the field,” a teammate said.

“Fuck this, man, I’m out of here,” Mason said,
pushing past Maliq.

“I am so sorry Maliq,” Sharice apologized.

“It’s cool. He’s just shocked. He’ll be a’ight.”
He smiled, trying to reassure her.

“I hope so,” Sharice said, still worried.

Four hours later Mason still was still M.I.A.,
and Sharice paced the floor awaiting his return.

“What’s wrong, Ma?” Mya asked.

“Nothing. I just need to talk to your brother,
that’s all.”

“He’s probably over Candice’s freaky butt
house.” Mya laughed. Laughing too for a second,
she stopped once she heard Mason walking through
the door.

“Where have you been? Mommy’s been
worried,” Mya yelled at Mason.

“Shut up talking to me, lil’ girl,” Mason yelled
back, not in the mood.

“I don’t appreciate how you acted earlier, Mason.
I raised you better than that,” Sharice said.

“And I don’t appreciate seeing my thirty-seven-
year-old mother kissing my twenty-something-
year-old coach,” Mason yelled.

“Momma, you was kissing Coach Rainey?”
Mya questioned.

“Yes, I was! I think the two of you forget that
I am grown! There is more to my life than taking
care of the two of you!”

“You go, Momma. Coach Rainey is
fine.
All the
girls like him,” Mya said.

“Thank you, Mya,” Sharice smiled.

“She young; she don’t know no better. How you
think that’s gon’ make me look when everybody
finds out that my momma is dating somebody half
her age!” Mason continued to shout.

“It’s not about you, Mason! This is about my
happiness! Your father gets to do whatever he
wants to do and I don’t hear you two complaining
about that! Finally, for the first time in years, I
have found some kind of joy and you want to ruin
it with your selfishness!”

“Of all the niggaz in the world, why it gotta be
Coach Rainey!” Mason asked.

“Call him another nigga if you want to! Now
I’m sick of this! You get to have football and
Candice’s ol’ trifling ass. Your father gets to have
money, the house, cars, and Tammy. And what do I
get? A nine-to-five job, a mortgage, car payments,
bills, and a spoiled, selfish son!”

“I don’t want you seeing that nigga, Ma!”

“It’s not up to you, Mason! Who I date is my
business, not yours! I make my own decisions!”

“Just like you made the decision to date Nathan!”
he shot back.

Before she knew it, Sharice had swung and
hit Mason in the face twice. A knot was already
beginning to form on his forehead.

Holding his head, he looked at his mother and
cried.

“I’m sorry, Mason, I didn’t mean to do it,” she
said ashamed of her actions.

“It’s cool, gon’ ahead and be wit that nigga!
But when he hurt you, don’t come running to me
’cause I ain’t got nothing for you,” Mason said as
he turned to go upstairs to his room.

Crying too, Sharice slumped down on the couch
and let the tears flow.

“It’s okay, Mommy, I’m happy for you,” Mya
said while holding her mother.

“Thank you, Mya.”

“If I was you, I would’ve hit him again.” Mya
laughed.

“I know you would have, Mya.” Sharice laughed
too.

Later that night, after hours of contemplation,
Sharice made the call that her heart dreaded
making. Slowly dialing the seven digits, she lifted
the phone up to her ear and listed for the rings.

“Hello?” Maliq said, half sleep.

“Hi,” Sharice said, clearing her voice.

“Hey, beautiful, how are you?”

“I’m okay, but…”

“But what,” he asked, hearing the hesitation in
her voice.