Page 1 of A Major Love

It wasour last night together because I was leaving for school the next morning. I had no idea what the plan was beyond tonight, and I had so many questions but was too nervous to ask him.

Would we stay together and do the long-distance thing? Would we give each other the freedom to date other people while we’re apart, but make it all about us when we reconnect? Would we call it quits altogether and move forward with our lives as friends?

Major and I had known each other since our freshman year of high school. We became close friends but didn’t date until after we graduated. The attraction was always there, and heflirted with me all the time, but he flirted with everyone and had droves of girls fighting for his attention.

He matured a lot after we graduated from high school, and he decided to pursue boxing professionally. When he wasn’t training or in class, he was with me. One late night, one thing led to another, and I gave him my virginity. That was a year and a half ago, and we’d been locked in since then.

I loved Major, and my heart told me he was the one, but we were young, our lives were going in different directions, and we would pursue our dreams hundreds of miles apart.

I was headed to Georgia to attend Onyx City University after earning an associate's degree in communication studies from theCollege of Lake County. Major had also attendedCLC, earning an associate’s degree in business, and would remain in our hometown in Waukegan, IL, while he continued working and training to become a professional boxer.

“Damn, I’m gon’ miss you and this pussy,” he confessed while delivering slow, deep strokes.

He spoke in a whisper against my ear, pulling me from my thoughts. Ninety-five percent of the time, when I heard his deep, smooth voice, it felt as if he was speaking directly to my pussy.

“Come with me. You can train anywhere,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t agree.

He lifted his body to look into my eyes, hovering above me just a bit.

“I would if I could, baby. My trainers are here.”

He spoke in a low tone, and his words came out easy and measured, as if his dick wasn’t shifting my uterus with each thrust. I closed my eyes and pushed away thoughts of my departure.

My pussy contracted around his dick as he licked, sucked, and bit my neck, certainly leaving marks. He pinched one of mynipples between his thumb and index finger, and it felt painfully good.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“I feel you, baby. Give me that good-good.”

His mouth covered mine, and he kissed me right into an orgasm. As my pussy tightened around him, he filled me with his seeds. He was the only man I’d ever been with, and I couldn’t imagine giving myself to another person, but I’d let Major be the one to decide what we would do next.

I’d hadmy share of pussy, but no other woman I’d been with had pussy like Dynastie. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe there was anything innately special about her pussy, but that my feelings for her ran deep, and that was why her pussy was better than anything I’d ever experienced.

She was it for me, and one day I planned to make her my wife. We were young with goals and dreams we wanted to achieve, and I wasn’t selfish enough to ask that of her right now.

I was all she knew, and I wanted her to experience life without me so she’d be certain I was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. I also wanted her to focus on school and achieving her dream of becoming a journalist while I focused on reaching my goal of becoming a professional boxer.

I was wise enough to know that maneuvering a long-distance relationship at our age would be difficult, and the last thing either of us needed was the added stress of maintaining what we’d built from afar.

Her pussy was mine. I owned it . . . lock, stock, and barrel. It didn’t matter if she fucked a plethora of niggas before we found our way back to each other. Her pussy would always belong to me, along with her heart.

“I don’t think we should do long-distance,” I said.

We showered after I made her cum a few more times and were now naked in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“You don’t think we could make it work?”

“We can do anything we set our minds to, but I don’t think we should be focused on maintaining a long-distance relationship.”

“Is there someone else?”

“What? Hell nah, baby. You know I’m not on that shit. We got goals to achieve, and if I’m always worried about what you’re doing, and you’re always worried about what I’m doing, it will distract us from what we’re trying to do. There are certain expectations that come with relationships, and if either of us fails to meet those expectations, it could fuck up what we have.”

“I get what you’re saying, and it makes sense, but I don’t like it.”

“Me either, baby, but I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think it’s for the best. Regardless of what we call ourselves now, this is temporary, so don’t get used to living without me. You’re still the only woman who I want to carry my last name and my seeds.”

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, and I could only imagine what was going through Dynastie’s mind. This wasn’t the first time we’d discussed our plans, but in those discussions, we didn’t make any decisions.