Page 2 of Forbidden Fruit

“I have plans tonight, Jedrek. I’m graduating tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Lamar?”

“Yeah. You go there?”

“I go to LIT.”

LIT was Lamar Institute of Technology. He was probably learning a trade or getting a two-year degree. Most likely, he was getting a certificate. I nodded my head, then looked back inside the Range. “It looks good, Jedrek.”

“Thank you, Vashti.”

The way my name just rolled off those lips made me wanna sit in this seat and spread my legs for him. I got in my Range, opening my legs wide enough so he could get a glimpse. He stepped in my door, preventing me from closing it. “I know you ain’t just gon’ leave without givin’ a nigga your number.”

I turned to face him, my legs spread apart, and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him closer to me.Slow down, Vash!He stepped between them, then I dug in his pocket for his phone. That bulge appeared out of nowhere.Oh, hell yeah. Where he worked went right out of the fucking window. “How old are you?” I asked.

He looked young and I couldn’t be fucking with a nigga under twenty. “I’m twenty-two. I’m legal.”

“Yes. You. Are.”

I looked at that dick print again and licked my lips. I called myself from his phone and gave the phone back to him. He slid it back in his pocket, teasing me with every movement. I watched him adjust his dick. Slowly. He wanted to give me a show. “Talk to you soon, Vashti, and congratulations.”

Looking up at his eyes, all I could mutter was, “Uh huh.”

I turned back in my seat, and he closed the door. Jedrek stood right there, watching me buckle up. I put the vehicle in gear, but not before looking at him once again. He smiled, and I swear I creamed that time. I smiled back, then left the lot.

Two

JEDREK

“Nigga, who in the fuck was that?”

I glanced at that dumb ass, crackhead looking nigga and went to the next car. I didn’t talk to none of these niggas up here. It was a job while I was in lineman school. That was it. Vashti. Lil mama was hot as shit. I’d seen her before though. My mama worked for their family as a housekeeper. She just started with them about a month ago. The elderly lady she was employed by for over twenty years, had died a couple of months back, and her kids were selling her estate.

I’d brought her to work one day when I was off and saw Vashti getting in a Mercedes. My first thoughts when I saw her were bad and boujee. I had only seen her once more since then, until today. Both of her parents were doctors, and she was way outta my league. But that light brown skin, waist length hair, and those hazel eyes made me wanna get to know her.

Her legs were on display today, and I was grateful for that shit. Them titties were ripe and ready for my tongue. The way those nipples hardened when I got close to her, let me know she wasn’t as out of my reach as I thought. I wanted to fuck her right there in that Range. Shaking my head slowly to clear my thoughts, I focused back on my job. After the Infiniti SUV came out the wash, I hopped in it and drove it to the front of the lot. I hated this fucking job.

The whole day, all I could think about was Vashti’s fine ass. I couldn’t hardly concentrate on what the fuck I was doing. She was probably one of them spoiled rich girls, who wanted a hood nigga to fuck her right. I could handle that, although I wasn’t as hood as she probably thought I was. I laid in my full-sized bed at our apartment and stared at the ceiling. My mama had picked me up from work, because we shared my car. I’d gotten it a few months back, then a month later, the transmission went out in hers. So, we were down to one car again.

She was moving around, about to take her shower. She said she liked her new employer, although they seemed a lil uppity. I chuckled to myself because all I could think about was how I planned to have Vashti’s uppity ass in the air ASAP. My phone chimed on the nightstand, and I was shocked to see she was texting me already.

This dinner is fucking boring as hell. I would have loved to dine elsewhere.

You could have. Your choice.

She didn’t respond. She was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about her. I closed my eyes, then pulled my dick out my shorts. All I could think about was watching her ass bounce on my shit. As I stroked myself, I imagined pulling her hair while she rode me backwards, her moans echoing throughout the room as I gave her the dick… all the dick she could handle. Before long, I was grunting out my release.

I was getting sick of this shit. Fucking used to be almost like a damned second job, but after me and Shae’s crazy ass broke up, pussy was few and far in between. I hadn’t fucked in a couple of months, and the shit was pathetic. Shae was always accusing me of fucking other women. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I told her that I couldn’t help that I was a fine muthafucka that got women’s attention. She didn’t like that response. Oh well.

She was starting to stress me the fuck out anyway. I only had one more semester of school left, and I was out that bitch. So, I didn’t need the added stress in my life. I had already been guaranteed a job with Entergy, and Magic Carwash could go to straight to hell with gasoline drawz on. After cleaning myself up, my phone chimed once again.Is it too late to choose a different main course?

Sorry, lil mama, but yeah. Maybe another day.

I was never anybody’s second choice. Just ’cause that lil shit she had going on wasn’t as great as she thought it would be, she wanted to holla back at a nigga. Who was I kidding? That wasn’t the fucking reason. I didn’t fuck at my mama’s apartment, and I didn’t like leaving her this late by herself. It was damn near 11:00 p.m., and these niggas out here in Pinchback always had some crazy shit poppin’ off. It was almost normal to hear gunshots now. Mama hated that shit, and I was doing my best to get through with school, so I could get us outta this fucking shithole.

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Class was boringas hell today. It seemed like that damned class had lasted for hours instead of forty-five minutes. I hated going on a Saturday, but sometimes he had us come in to make up time we’d missed or to reteach something we didn’t get the first time it was taught. My mind had stayed on fucking up Vashti’s insides anyway, so even if something interesting had happened, I wouldn’t have heard it.