“No, I believe you. I was picturing youinthat uniform.” A teasing smile formed on her lips.
I guffawed, dropping a card down. Daee wasn’t about that life. I’d fuck her life up wit’ this good dick. I’ll have her ass at my doorstep every fuckin’ day. She’ll become a stalker. I chuckled at the thought.
“What’s funny?” she asked, dropping down her own card—a Draw Two.
I drew two cards. “Nun,” I replied, grinning.
The games went on until all I had on were my boxer-briefs. Daee was whoopin’ my ass in the worst way for real. Daee pretended not to see my print, but I caught the way she shifted in her seat, how her breathing changed, and how her eyes wouldn’t even look up at me anymore.
“Cold?” she quizzed in a jesting way.
I shrugged. “I’m good. You got my dick out ‘n shit.”
Daee laughed, covering her mouth. Her whole body shook.
“Maybe we need to stop since…since you only have one item of clothing left,” Daee suggested, placing her cards down.
“Nah, I’m no punk, Daee. If I lose I’m whippin’ this dick out,” I snickered.
Her jaw dropped. “Please don’t.”
“You not curious about what it looks like? The length? The width?” I grinned.
Daee smacked her forehead. “You cannot be serious. No.”
“I wish you were connected to a lie detector. That shit would be spazzing. Pick up yo’ cards.”
She obliged.
Daee had one card left. She looked at me. At my cards. At the deck.
“Drop it. Don’t act like you gotta draw shit. I’m ready to get up from this damn table,” I mumbled, placing my cards down. I stood.
Daee’s wide eyes dragged down to my bulge. Slowly, she placed the card down and said, “Uno out.” It came out in an inaudible whisper.Scary ass.
Keeping my eyes on Daee, I pushed my boxer-briefs down, freeing my shit. She gasped and glanced away.
“Was that necessary?”
“Weren’t we playin’ a game?” I quizzed. When Daee didn’t respond, I added, “I’m no sore loser.”
“Okay. Okay,” she said with both hands up. “Put it away.”
I ran my tongue along my lips, contemplating. “I don’t think I want to.”
Daee gawked at me, her wide eyes searching mine. “You...you don’t want to put your dick up?”
I shook my head from side to side slowly while holding her stare.
“And why the fuck not?”
“’Cause I’on think you really want me to,” I answered. “Stand up, Daee.”
“Stand…stand up?” she asked, confused.
I smacked my lips and tossed my head to the side. “Maaan, I ain’t stutter. Stand the fuck up, Daee.”
“Why?”
