Coming after school (7 page)

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Us,” she whispered while tears formed in her
eyes.

“What about us, Sharice?”

“I’ve been thinking that maybe seeing each
other isn’t a good idea after all.”

“Is this because of what happened today between
you and Mason?”

“Yes and no. I mean, he’s really hurt by this and
I have already hurt him once before. I will not do
that to my son again.”

“So you’re just going to let your kids run your
life?” Maliq asked, upset.

“Mason is not running my life. I run my life,”
she said, not believing her own words.

“Yeah, a’ight, whatever, Sharice. When you
grow up come holla at me,” Maliq said, hanging
up in her ear.

Still holding the phone to her ear, she listened to
the dial tone, shocked and hurt. After a while, she
hung up the phone and curled up into a ball, crying
herself to sleep.

The next couple of days seemed to go by like a
cloud of smoke. Sharice went to work, did stuff for
the kids, cooked, cleaned, and cried.

Her heart hadn’t hurt so bad since Lester had
left her for Tammy. Often at night she would toy
with the idea of calling Maliq but would always
punk-out. The night they had spent together
replayed over and over again in her mind. Every
single detail of their encounter was remembered
accurately. From the feel of his tongue, to the way
he looked in her eyes.

Maliq brought out things in Sharice that she
didn’t even know existed. She prayed for years
that she would meet someone who could satisfy
her every sexual desire. She never knew what good
dick felt like until meeting Maliq. Another month
was approaching and she had not spoken to Maliq
in weeks.

He hadn’t tried calling her, seeing her, or
anything. Sharice figured that he might have moved
on. Mason was happier than ever. He had gotten
his way once again. The more she looked at him
the more she resented her decision. The more time
passed by, the more she wanted to live for herself.

On the weekends, when Mya was home, the
two would go shopping and get manicures and
pedicures. Mya even gotten her mother to dress
hipper. Even though she enjoyed her time with her
daughter, Sharice’s heart still ached for Maliq.

Sometimes at night she would ride past his
house to see if he was there. She held her breath
each time, hoping that another car wasn’t in the
driveway. Her heart couldn’t take it if she found
out that he was seeing another woman so soon.
One day while they were out, Mya gave her mother
some advice.

“Momma, I know you miss Coach Rainey.”

“How you figure that,” Sharice questioned
back.

“It’s written all over you. I can look in your eyes
and tell.”

“I do miss him a lot, but I don’t think he misses
me as much,” Sharice explained.

“Momma, just because he ain’t called you don’t
mean that he don’t miss you. You told him to step,
didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then. Men don’t take rejection well,
Momma. If you want Coach Rainey back, you are
going to have to go out and get him,” Mya said
knowingly.

“But what about your brother?”

“What about him? You got to do you, Ma.”

“Girl, you are too grown for your own good.”
Sharice laughed.

“I know I am but I’m right. Watching Oprah has
taught me a lot.” Mya grinned.

“What am I gonna do wit you?” Sharice smiled,
hugging her daughter.

The next day after picking Mason up from
practice, Sharice made her way over to Maliq’s
house. When he opened the door, he was surprised
to find Sharice standing there in a tight pink Baby
Phat shirt and jeans.

“I know that I should’ve called first, but I didn’t
have my phone on me,” she lied.

“It’s a’ight,” he said, playing it cool.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Holding the door open for her, he didn’t answer.
Without a word, Sharice grabbed Maliq’s face
and kissed his lips. Missing her just as much as
she missed him, he kissed her back with intensity.
Tearing into each other’s clothes, Maliq quickly
inserted himself deep into her warm pussy.

“Damn, you feel good.”

“You too.”

“Ooh, I missed you,” Maliq moaned.

“I missed you too baby,” she said while kissing
his soft lips.

“You feel just as good as last time,” he panted,
pumping in and out of her feverishly.

“Ooh Maliq, fuck me!”

“Like that?” Maliq asked giving her the death
stroke.

“Ooh yes, just like that!”

“I can’t live without you, Ma.”

“I can’t live without you, Pa,” she smiled.

Smiling too, he fucked her even harder. Biting
down on her nipples, he licked and sucked until
they burned a deep red. Every time Maliq stroked
he drowned in the wetness of her pussy.

“Damn you wet! You must’ve really missed
me!”

“I missed you so much, Daddy! Ahh! Fuck this
pussy, Baby!”

“I’m getting ready to cum!” Maliq grunted.

“Me too, Baby! I love you!”

“Promise me you’ll give us a chance,” he said.

“I promise,” Sharice yelled as cum dripped
down from her caramel coated walls.

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