Page 32 of R&B Mixtape

“I learned early on that this wasn’t a small state no matter how small it looks. You got to understand that the Carolinas used to be one big state at first. It’s a lot of area covered.”

“Yeah, I know a little bit of history. Any who, the topic from earlier… what happened between you and Serenity’s mom?”

He went silent and poured him up another glass. I kept quiet and sipped on my wine as he sat in thought. I wasn’t going to rush him to explain or answer whatever I inquired about because it truthfully wasn’t any of my business and if he wanted to ignore it then he could.

I stood and went to grab the blanket from the back of the couch to get more comfortable when my wrist was grabbed. I was pulled down occupying the seat beside him. I didn’t know what was happening but surprisingly, I wasn’t afraid of what was happening.

“Are you okay, Naeem?”

“Why is it that when women ask for a good man and receive him, they don’t know how to treat them? Sunny was the chick I thought I could spend the rest of my life with until she showed me her true colors. Where we started out as a team, quickly became a one-man project. She cheated on me with my best friend and for a while I questioned my daughter. I couldn’t be there for Sunny during her pregnancy because she didn’t know who the father was. I missed out on a lot and couldn’t bond with Serenity until the DNA test came back. I didn’t want to gain an attachment and be disappointed.”

I understood where he was coming from. Attachments are one thing but gaining one with a child is fragile. They’re innocent in everything but the adults use that vulnerability against each other and try to hurt someone as much as they can. I hated how hurt people hurt people.

“So, Serenity’s mom is your last?”

“Unfortunately. Even after we broke up, we still engaged with each other physically. I had a hard time winging myself off Sunny. She was a love that I couldn’t let go of. I had a lot of healing to do within. Enough about me for now. What about you? What is it about men that made you and your girls take a step back to get yourselves back on track?”

“Oh God.”

I did a small chuckle and reached for the glass on the floor. I took a gulp and let the alcohol settle before I spoke. Talking about my past wasn’t hard for me but it reminded me on how men treated me. The lack of respect I received damaged me more than I thought it did.

“Well, for starters, I love, love. I’m a hopeless romantic, so whenever a man comes at me with compliments and charm, I tend to fall for it. I know better than to believe everything I hear but I’m gullible, so it happens.”

“I don’t think that makes you gullible. I think it makes you innocent. If you believe what they say to you, it’s because you’re too trusting. You need to put up some type of guard. Not every man cares but not every man is a dawg either.”

“No, I get that but because I have this thing where I don’t bring baggage into the next thing, I tend to just trust and allow you to strip that away yourself.”

“I like that but still, not everybody has good intentions Charmaine. I learned the hard way and all it took was for me to get my heart broke once. It’s like you set yourself up for disappointment.”

That was something I’d heard from just about everybody that mattered in my life. They’d tell me how open I was and how that could hinder me. I didn’t realize how acceptive I was to people until it was too late. I just wanted to receive love, and I was welcoming any and everyone into my world to get it. This tripwas to elevate my mind and fix that. The wall he was talking about was supposed to be built over the three-day weekend.

“I don’t try to, but I can’t control people’s motives or intentions. I take it and move on.”

The conversation died down the more we drunk. With us being so close, I smelled his cologne more and more causing a tingling sensation to occur. He was already sculpted to perfection and now I was taking in his features up close and personal. I even caught a glimpse of thick his shaft was when he adjusted his sweats. I craved him without receiving anything other than conversation and gentle gestures. He was making a damn good impression.

When he threw his head back and stretched, I wanted to straddle him right then and there. I was fighting temptation by the second. It seemed as if all the wine I drank, went straight to my coochie. I was purring like I was in heat and this man hadn’t flirted or touched me in a sexual way. His aura and handsome features had turned me on and up. I was trying to control my thoughts, but he made it hard to do so when he licked his lips.

“Make a move Charmaine. I can feel you watching me like a piece of meat. I’m straightforward with everything I do so if this what you want, take it.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

Naeem

Charmaine had eyed me with lust the entire night. I caught myself stealing glances at her as well, but I kept my emotions and gestures at bay. The alcohol we ingested was awakening the dog within. I could become addictive to a certain degree when sex was involved, and I had a feeling that the shit she housed was more like a hit to a fiend.

When she stepped out dressed down in that sexy ass lingerie, I tried my best to stay respectful. Her body was crazy, and I wasn’t expecting for her to have it out and on display. The way her ass could be seen from the front and the way her tiny waistline looked sporting it had me in a chokehold. She looked amazing.

I gave her the option to take what she needed, and she was. She straddled my lap and the next thing I knew; her lips were crashing into mine. I didn’t know what to expect by giving her shelter for the night but engaging in such activities wasn’t on the agenda at all. It just so happened that the attraction we shared was more than we could handle.

Her lips were soft like I knew they would be. From the first clear view I got of her, her mouthpiece was what stood outbesides her eyes. Her flesh was pink, plump, and pleasing. She knew how to kiss and that was appreciative.

My hands crept up her thighs to her waist as she allowed our tongues to tangle. Sad thing was it felt good to be under this stranger. She didn’t give off bad vibes and she was able to hold a conversation with me. Truthfully, that was all I asked from anyone was to talk to me and everything else would flow. She was able to maintain that so the attraction I had to her had gone up a notch.

As my hands sat against her soft skin, I began to rise to the occasion. Seeing her in my clothes helped. She looked good in it, and it gave me thoughts of seeing her in them more often. It was easier to think of her as my woman while she wore it.

“Naeem,” she whispered my name after I gave her cheeks a squeeze and that had a nigga on fire.

“What’s up beautiful?”