A moment ago, my dick bricked just from her looking me in the eyes. That was some weird shit…for me. No bitch ever made me do no shit like that. I had to walk away ‘fore I fucked Daee right where she stood.
Yawning, I moved away from the window and took my ass back to my room. I’d offered my bed to Daee, and she refused so shiiid, I was gon go spread out in that muhfucka and go to sleep after I toss a pillow on the couch for her ass.
I placed a few more logs in the fireplace after throwing the pillow with a fresh pillowcase on the couch. The hall bathroom door opened, and I cackled so loudly. She smelled just like a damn nigga.
“I’m glad you find it funny that all you have is male body wash,” she said, ambling into the living room. My eyes dragged down her frame in my t-shirt that stopped right at her knees. Thighs were thick, and I could see her ass from the back.
Gah damn.
“Why the fuck would I have female shit inmyshit?” I queried, scratching my head. “I promise your pussy won’t fall off.”
Daee giggled. “You stupid as fuck. You just say anything. Do you have a washer and dryer so I can wash my clothes?”
I motioned toward the kitchen with my head. “Past the kitchen, there’s a laundry room. Everything you’d need is in there.”
Don’t do it, Shad. Don’t do it, nigga, I said to myself. But did I listen? My head turned in Daee’s direction, and when I saw that ass jiggling with every step she took, I threw my hands up.
“Daaaaamn Giiiiina,” I said in my best Martin Lawrence voice.
My eyes popped open at the sound of a thump by my window. It was quiet in the apartment. The wind was having its way out there, and although I didn’t care for too much, a nigga felt badfor the homeless with no shelter. This shit wasn’t nothing to play wit’.
I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The glow that usually came in from the streetlights outside was filtered through the feet of snow. My door was cracked open slightly, not because I wanted it to be, but Daee had begged me to, just so she could feel somewhat safe in an unfamiliar place. Her words.
After relieving my bladder, I stopped near the door. I could hear the crackling from the fireplace and light snores. Probably needing to put more wood in the fireplace, I slid my feet into my slides and strolled to the front, quietly. I couldn’t believe I was tiptoeing in my own shit.
I had plenty of logs stacked up ever since the last snowstorm, just in case, so I wouldn’t run out anytime soon.
Daee was sleeping on her side, her back against the couch, one hand curled under her chin. I took a few steps and tripped on her shoe. While I was going down, Daee had hopped up, yelling, and began kicking me.
“Maaan, calm the fuck down Kung Fu Panda!” I groaned, holding my nuts.
“Wait…” she huffed out of breath.
I could see her face due to the flames coming from the fireplace. Daee’s eyes were wide, but they turned from fear to confusion.
“Oh my gaaawd. I forgot where I was and thought you broke into my apartment,” she groaned. “I am so sorry, but…why were you even near me?”
“I was checking on you. I’d better be able to have kids the way you kicked me in my shit.”
Daee covered her face with her tiny hands. “My bad. Can you get up?”
“Yeah, gimme a minute,” I told her.
“Okay… I’ma go use the bathroom.”
She stood in place for a beat, biting on her lip, then she padded down the hallway. Groaning, I sat up. I should have grabbed her damn foot mid-kick. Her ass would have been on this damn floor wit’ me. Shit. I couldn’t wait for this snow to clear up so Daee could get out my shit.
She came back while I was tossing logs in the fire, sitting down slowly.
“I’ma little hungry since you woke me up and I had to whoop your ass,” she said with a giggle.
“You know where the kitchen is,” I replied.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t going in there without asking you first. That’s like a nigga over at his girlfriend’s house who has kids, and he’s eating all their fruit snacks.”
I chuckled. “I guess. Find you som’n to eat, Daee.”
“Dang, you say my name like we’re friends,” she laughed. “Are we now friends…Shad?”
