I lay on my back, my arms around Lamar's waist, my head pillowed on his chest. He'd fallen asleep, his arm around my shoulders, while we were stretched out in my room on my bed, watching a movie. The only reason I was able to get away with having him in my room was that my entire family was downstairs, including those who just flew in for the reunion tomorrow. My mother's strategy was that there was safety in numbers, and with such a large group of my family downstairs, how would we get into any trouble upstairs?
I was looking at nothing in particular, when I saw the mark on my wall. It was a quick brush stroke of red, usually hid behind the pillows that were now under Lamar's head. I'd forgotten about it, but now, staring at it, I bit my lip, thinking back to that time. Shawn had come over, with his set of acrylics and a canvas, dead set on painting me nude. My mother never had any problems with Shawn being over. She'd been friends with his mother forever, and they were thrilled when we'd finally hooked up.
Momma, in fact, used to place condoms at strategic places around my room, sure that we were having sex. Her motto was always, until recently, protect first, ask questions and raise suspicions later. It didn't change until I got with Lamar, even though technically, to me, were still not in a relationship. I didn't actually begin the 'girlfriend' 'boyfriend' technicalities until it was actually discussed.
That day, I remember, Shawn had come right after basketball practice, and dragged himself into my room after my momma forced him to get a shower. He'd come into my room, wearing the jeans he had had on before practice and a smile, and told me to take my clothes off. I stripped to my candy red thong, and was about to lose that when he told me to leave it on and posed me.
I was lying back, my back arched and my breasts pointed up, heaving with my breathing as he swore and told me to calm myself. He lifted my hands above my head, and tousled my hair, before bending my left leg and pulling the right one straight until it hung off the end of the bed, bent at the knee. He finished by turning my head slightly, and telling me to close my eyes.
I held that position for almost an hour while he first sketched my outline, and then began to paint. I yawned and stretched, and he cursed.
"Sanaa, keep your ass still." He was talking more to the canvas than me.
"You're not the one whose arms are falling asleep." I said, prompting more cursing from him. He held up a paintbrush, the paint on the ends the same red as my thong.
"Keep still!" He started to turn his head away when I giggled. He looked up as I turned over, my ass facing him as I rocked back and forth on the bed, rolling my hips. I heard his footsteps as he came to the bed, and looked over my shoulder at him. He'd flipped me over and grabbed my hands, forgetting that the paintbrush was still in his own as he leaned low, spreading his arms and kissing me, his tongue dipping into my mouth. My pussy began to drip as I felt my bare chest against his, and the growing bulge in his jeans that would soon have on my hands and knees, backing my ass against him, slapping against his sweat drenched front as he pulled my hair back, fucking my crazy and dirty talking me to a series of pulsating orgasms.
I touched Lamar's side, my pussy fluttering and moist. Thinking about that day had me wet, drenching myself as I remembered Shawn filling me. I was hot for a fuck and Lamar wouldn't wake up. I cursed extensively and rolled over, sliding my hand into the waist of my shorts and feeling myself through my panties. My other hand slid up to my left breast, rubbing the nipple slowly before moving to the other. I squeezed my lips through the soft cotton, and then pulled them softly.
I licked my lips, my fingers trailing across the wet patch in the crotch of my panties as my hand slid under my shirt and bra. I moved my hips on the bed in a slow circle, drawing my panties tight against my clit and groaning softly. I pulled them again, quicker, and turned my head to the side to see if Lamar had moved yet. I turned my head again, and then slid my hand into my panties, until my fingers were moving across the strip of curls leading to my center, and I had my puffy lips held between my fingers.
I slid a finger inside myself, dipping into my well and pulling it back out slowly, rubbing it along the roof of my cunt as I went. My thumb swept my clit slowly, causing my legs to open slightly reflexively. I added another finger inside of me, spreading them and rubbing the walls as I picked up the pace on my clit. My mouth opened as I started to push my hips into the bed, my breath quickening as I squeezed my eyes shut. I swallowed a moan, and rolled over, my fingers still inside of me, so that I was now crying out into my mattress, my ass in the air and my fingers deep in my cunt.
A shot of electricity flashed through me as I felt the first twinges of orgasm. I rubbed my head in the mattress, moaning as my pussy sucked greedily at my fingers. I bit the sheet as I gave one last twitch before I began to cum, my orgasm shaking me. I continued to rub my fingers on my clit until I couldn't take it anymore, and I dropped to the bed. I pilled my fingers out of my panties, looked over at Lamar's still sleeping form, and pushed them into his mouth.
"Ok Sanaa baby, take this down." My nana stood in the kitchen, one hand on her hip, the other holding a mixing spoon. The pot on the stove bubbled behind her, while a crowd of my aunts and my momma talked and laughed over bowls and chopping boards. Even Hunter and Jeff's mom was here, even though it was the other side of the family. The reunion was tomorrow, and my family was doing the majority of the cooking. My nana had called me downstairs to go to the store for her. Lamar had already left for his shift at work.
"We need a bag of flour, 2 dozen eggs, peaches, cheese, and" the list went on and on as I stared at her. Aunt Nicole, Momma's sister, was across the room, waving a list at me, probably exactly what my Nana was telling me. I noticed she kept her distance from my momma.
I took the list and walked out, grabbing a baseball cap from one of my uncle's heads in the yard as I went. They laughed and I pulled it on down low. I took the keys to another Uncle's car and started it. Mariah, who had been sitting underneath a tree with her brother, noticed me and ran over, leaping into the passenger's seat. She grinned at me, and I pulled out of the yard.
In the store I gave Mariah one half of the list, and I took the other. I was by myself, in the dairy aisle when I heard the voice. I turned.
"Meecho!" I said, astounded, and walked over to her, hugging her. She hugged me back, kissing my forehead. Meecho was short for Ms. Cho. She was a family friend, and when I was growing up only lived 3 houses down the block. I started calling her Meecho when I was younger, as I couldn't fully wrap my lips around her name yet. I was the only 3 year old on the block who couldn't say the letter S, which was funny when I had to try and saw my own name.
She was also Shawn's mother. As I pulled back from her, smiling, I remembered that fact, and my stomach clenched. I smiled again.
"What're you doing here?" I asked. Meecho had moved out of the neighborhood a year ago, around the same time Shawn and I had broken up. Meecho patted my arm.
"I'm moving back into the neighborhood." She looked the same as she did a year before. Same smooth skin, shining black hair, and almond shaped brown eyes. Shawn had gotten her eye shape, and her coloring had lightened his. His mother was Asian, his father black, although Shawn had never met him. "Shawn said he saw you, I thought he would have told you. I couldn't sell the old house, and with Shawn taking a break from college, it seemed the right thing. I save money this way." I nodded at her.
"Shawn said he was moving back, I didn't know you were coming too." She nodded.
