The thought of spending the day with Zakai and Zakiyah while we give her a new experience motivates me to get out of bed. Thanks to the fact that I didn’t come with an overnight bag and Zakai didn’t give my poor pussy a break, I’m completely naked. The air doesn’t bother me as I strut toward the ensuite bathroom. It took Zakai less than a minute to follow me and only a second before my hands were on the shower walls. Despite the ache in my lower half that felt so good, I threw my ass back against his pelvis as his dick pushed in and out of me deliciously.
By the time Zakai and I left his house to go to my apartment so I could get dressed, it hurt like hell to take even snail steps. I probably should have left well enough alone because I think Zakai beat my pussy out of the frame. What’s worse than the pain that shoots from my honeypot is the fact that Zakai and I arrive at what he told me is his parents’ house an hour later. I’m in no shape to meet his parents for the first time. Every step I have taken since we left my apartment has a deep frown and wince sliding into place. My eyes widen and bounce from the house to Zakai, who smirks.
“Come on with your scary ass. This ain’t the experience that’ll haunt you like you think.”
My experience with parents isn’t great, so I’m unsure if I believe Zakai’s statement. Mothers scare me more than fathers since I have never had an encounter with whoever mine is. But the thought of Zakai’s parents possibly not liking me or having anything but pleasantries for me causes jitters in my stomach.I look down at myself to check the attire that I suddenly don’t remember, to see if it will meet their approval. I'm wearing a multi-color checkered blazer, a white button-down shirt, a pair of classic high-waisted skinny jeans, and pink and white tennis shoes. My breath hitches when Zakai opens my door and frowns as his forehead wrinkles.
“Come on, Ziya. I promise this ain’t that type of situation. You look beautiful, and even if you didn’t, you’re not here to impress anybody. If you want, I’ll slap fire outta both of my parents if they say anything out of the way.”
A giggle slips from my mouth as Zakai helps me out of the vehicle before he links our hands together.
“You’re laughing, but I’m serious. For you, I’m willing to find out how deep the scars in Big Homie’s sides go.”
“Oh my God.” I laugh as Zakai guides me to the front door, and the jitters within me vanish the minute we climb the porch.
Zakai inserts a key into the lock and enters the house with me slightly behind him until we pass through the threshold.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Where y’all at?” Zakai shouts.
“Daddy! Daddy!” A small, cute, and squeaky voice screams before the sound of little feet upturns my lips seconds before Zakiyah comes into view. “Pwitty! It’s Pwitty, Daddy!” Zakiyah’s merriment is all in her eyes as her face stretches when she sees me with her dad.
“Hi, cutie patootie.” I grin before I bend down a second before she slams into my legs, almost knocking me over.
“Miss you, Pwitty.” My heart melts, and my chest pulls tight when Zakiyah’s words penetrate my ears.
“Damn, you forgot all about me, Kiki.”
I giggle and release Zakiyah so she can greet her dad, who stands beside me looking butthurt about his daughter’s change in direction. If Zakai didn’t interrupt our embrace, I would have shed a few tears from the tight hug Zakiyah gave me. When morefeet echo in the foyer, I fight the urge to hide behind Zakai as an older couple comes into view. My heart races as their eyes bounce from me to Zakai to Zakiyah and back to me.
“Oh my goodness. My day has been made. I see why my grandbaby adores you. You're gorgeous, Queen,” an unknown female says causing my eyes to land on the newcomer.
She has to be Zakai’s mom from the many attributes she’s given her son. She snaps her fingers in ayou’re that bitchmanner that removes my anxiety instantly.
“Hello, Ms. Pretty,” Zakai’s older doppelganger says as a smile surfaces.
Their warm welcome catches me off guard but also settles the jitters in my stomach. I stand to my full height as I realize for the first time that I’m still in a crouching position. Then I extend my hand and provide a genuine, warm smile.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Caziya.”
“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Naomi, and this is my husband, Walter. We’re Zakai’s parents.”
Now God, why didn’t you send me parents like these two when you were forming me in my mother’s womb?
“I hate to break up this little introduction, but we have a date and need to get out of here. When time permits, I’ll bring Caziya back,” Zakai says.
“You do that.” Mrs. Naomi winks.
In five minutes, Zakai ushers Zakiyah and me out of his parents’ front door and back in his vehicle.
“I go wif you, Pwitty?” Zakiyah asks, and I turn to look in the back.
“Mhm. We’re going somewhere fun, and I think you’re going to love it,” I tell Zakiyah as she claps with merriment.
“Yay!” Zakiyah shouts.
My smile slides into place as I turn back to the front, and Zakai’s hand lands on my thigh. Tingles surge from my thigh to my lower lips, and I clench my legs as Zakai chuckles.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that itch once Kiki goes down tonight.” Zakai’s voice is a lower and deeper octave that causes me to shift in my seat.
