Please excuse ANY errors.

December 27, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

After getting out of the shower and putting on my bath towel, I grabbed my toothbrush because I forgot to brush my teeth before getting into the shower. Fifteen minutes into brushing my teeth, I heard a knock over the medium volume of my music and looked into the mirror to see Donald at the door.

"Can I come inside?" He questioned with his knuckled still touching the door.

I shrugged with a nod, before slightly bending down to spit out my toothpaste. Donald hugged me from behind with his hands around my waist.

"I swear, you brush your teeth like a child. You got that black shit all on and around your mouth." He laughed into my neck, then kissed it. "If it was white, I'd think it was rabies."

Bringing my shoulder up, I replied, "You know it." I giggled, causing me to choke on my toothbrush and cough.

I'm agreeing with him about me brushing my teeth like a child because it is nothing but the truth.

He shook his head at me, "All you gotta do is breathe through your nose."

Lifting up, I squinted at him through the mirror. "This just so happens to not be the first time you spoke those words to me." I rinsed my mouth out with water.

"It's true." He replied laughing.

I side-eyed him. "But you damn sure be choking on your toothbrush when it goes too far down. Imagine if it was bigger." I raised my eyebrows.

He shrugged his shoulder at me. "No, I'm not gonna do that. Plus, my shit ain't that damn far from that toothbrush. Hard to tell the difference to be honest." He managed to say that with a straight face.

I side-eyed him again at his lie. "Lie again. Why did you come into the bathroom with me anyways?" I tilted my head to the side, then turned around to face him.

Leaning against the sink, I look up at him. Donald moved closer to me, his body pushing me against the sink counter. We both brought our faces close to one another, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. So... He's not going to respond to my question? I smirked, finding it a little funny, causing our lips to brush against each other. I already know that Donald came into this bathroom on some freaky stuff.

Placing my hands on his chest, I pushed him away, just enough for me to turn back towards the sink to spit again. That charcoal taste is still a bit strong, so I rinsed my mouth out and washed it off my lips again. When I lifted up again, he pushed up on me, slowly kissing all over my neck.

"You must be tryna put some toothpaste on your so-called toothbrush?" I joked.

He stopped, looking at me in the mirror with his jaw dropped. "Tia?"

"What?" I questioned. "You said that it was the same size."

"Ewwww... That's the nastiest shit I EVER heard you say!" He said laughing. "Ewww. Ahhh, that shit will burn too," he winced.

Turning my body around, I asked him a question. "How so?"

"Toothpaste? You could mean it anyway, but imagine it comin' out of a woman. Tia, do you know how thick that shit is?" He raised his eyebrows. "If ANYBODY got something that damn thick coming out of them, then they got some type of infection or disease!" His face scrunched up. "You just put that image in my head too." He shivered in disgust at the thought.

Folding my lips into my mouth, I laughed almost silently. "I didn't even think of it that way. I was just talking about how we compared you to a toothbrush minutes prior, a sex joke if you will. I didn't even correlate the consistency of toothpaste and the other stuff. You right though." I said laughing at the end. "But imagine if it were to taste like it. Minty fresh for the man's breath. But again, it would burn. Probably the icy hot feeling." I thought aloud to myself.

He lifted my chin, "mm- mmm, shhh, you're thinking too much into it," he whispered before landing a passionate-filled kiss on my lips. I of course kissed back, getting lost. That is until he pulled away. "Can you turn around for me?" He asked me in a low and gruff tone.

Donald's voice almost sounded as if he had just woken up by how much more deep it suddenly became. I turned back around and my eyes landed on the toothpaste again, causing me to laugh hysterically.

He chuckled. "You goofy as fuck. What's funny though?" He said quickly becoming serious again.

"I'm sorry!" I told him. "Sorry for ruining the mood, but that stuff about the toothpaste is funny. Mostly because of how you said it. Then your face?" I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter, and leaned over the sink with my other hand holding me up.

With a roll of his eyes, he laughed halfway amused, "please don't remind me." He closed his eyes, probably trying to rid the thought. "You still in pain? Is your back good?"

"Yes," I nodded being serious again. "What's that?" I questioned feeling something hard on me that I KNOW isn't him because I feel a hard ball. "I know that ain't you unless one of your balls all of a sudden got hard?"

"Oh, it's the gun," Donald said, pulling it out. "The massage gun I got you for Christmas." He sat it on the countertop. "I'm not just gon' go past what you just said either. You got jokes for days, huh?" He spoke while massaging my shoulders.

"Nope and that feels so good."

"Yeah, I bet it does after you slammed against that wall earlier." He shook his head, chuckling.

"That junk was funny, looking back at it. I forgot to mention my booty is still sore as heck too from exercising."

"What? You want me to massage that too? Just say the words."

"I want my booty massage too." I replied looking in his eyes through the mirror.

"Mmm." He broke eye contact looking at my neck, then kissed it some more and pulled away to speak. "Mhm. Alright, I got you." He spoke into my ear. "Can't say massage without ass." Donald let it be known.

Because I'm hyper-focused on him and the way he's making me feel, my arousal heightened more with him speaking into my ear. Closing my eyes as he kissed the other side of my neck, a small moan escaped from my closed mouth. I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of something being sat on the counter. When I did, I saw that it was an opened bottle of baby oil. Where the hell did he pull that from? This is like cartoons where the characters pull objects out of nowhere. Donald came in here prepared.

He kissed my neck and made his way as far as he could down my spine without him being uncomfortable due to his height and because of the towel wrapped around me. He moved my hands further on the countertop so I was able to lean over more and give him more access.

Donald grabbed the baby oil, then put it back down once he had some in his hand. He then rubbed the contents into his hands before massaging my shoulders and moving slightly down my back. The bare part of mine anyways. After a while, he began making his way down again, over my towel.

"Mmm, that feels sooo good." I moaned, wiggling my body because while it does feel good, this thick bath towel is preventing me from feeling the full-body effect. I need flesh to flesh.

"Enjoyin' this as much as you." He responded.

Looking into the mirror, I saw him behind me looking down at my booty with his bottom lip lodged into his mouth. I stopped realizing that what I'm doing probably isn't fair to him. What I mean by that is the friction I'm causing because he's literally Right up against me. It isn't fair, right? Plus, I can definitely feel my towel rising. Once I stopped, he looked into the mirror at me, then leaned all the way forward, putting his head on the left side of mine, and spoke.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I- I'm no- not try- tr- try- trying-" He kissed my neck while I spoke, or tried to speak. He trailed slow kisses from my neck, jawbone, and behind my ear. That neck and behind-the-ear combo are undefeatable.

"What, my love?" He spoke with his lips, brushing up behind my ear.

Donald then grabbed my earlobe with his lips, getting more baby oil.

I exhaled in an attempt to calm myself as best as I can. "-to tease you or turn you on." I finished.

"I don't remember and couldn't fully comprehend what you said in the first half. Can you at least reply to me in a complete sentence?" He smirked, massaging my booty and his lips touched my spot that I didn't even know I had, making my breath hitch.

I gripped the edge of the counter, proudly shaking my head no.

"Okay... Lemme tell you this though. If I truly ain't like that, don't you think I would've grabbed your waist or backed away?" He chuckled moving his hips back and away from mines, then thrust his hips back into its previous position making me jerk forward and let out a grunt. "See? Easy right? I got the rest of the bathroom IF that's what I really wanted you to do. Know what I'm sayin'?"

He raised his eyebrows as his fingers crept to the front of my body, under my towel, and slid his hands down. His fingertips caresses my pubis, before making it to my inner thighs while his thumbs rubbed the side of my booty.

"Now, I don't think you feeling the whole effect of what-" he paused before speaking again, "-the whole effect of me and my hands potential. Maybe we need a little skin-to-skin for you fully feel me and my hands' potential? Hmm?"

"Mhm," I mumbled.

"What?" He asked me grabbing one of my legs, then the other, spreading them.

"YeS." My voice hitched and I jerked back against him even more when I felt one of his fingers graze a certain place. I closed my thighs, but my legs remained where he placed them.

"Oops, my bad." He squinted with his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, amused. "I'm sorry. I ain't even mean to do that."

Yes, the fuck you did!

He cleared his throat, removing his hands. "I- I hear you though. You glist- I'm listening." He smiled looking at his finger and he saw the look on my face. "I'm for real!" He faked a frown. He crossed his arms under my breasts. "I love you, you know that, right?"

I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes at the bullshit he spoke before the 'I love you' part. "I love you," I replied.

We had another moment of just staring at each other through the mirror. When he looked away from the mirror to face me directly, I did the same. The corners of my mouth curved up and he pecked my lips. Here he goes reaching for more baby oil. Like, I know I just got out of the shower, but am I THAT damn ashy?

Donald reached down, massaging my bare booty in a circular motion. "Feels good?"

"Mhm, just a bit towards the middle."

One of his hands literally moved to the crevice of my booty.

"Donald... I do not mean in the crack of my ass." I said laughing. "That does feel good though."

He rested his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a breathy laugh. "Why mention it then? Middle of the cheek, right?" He questioned.

"Yeah," I laughed. "You know that's what I meant."

He grabbed the gun, then stood up. "Alright, I'm just fuckin' with you."

He turned on the gun, placed it on my booty cheek, and turned up the speed.

"Oooh." I exhaled, closing my eyes. "Much better. Much better..." I trialed off.

"I bet it is." He switched to my other cheek and I felt the vibrations get slower.

Donald traced the massage gun up and around my back, then back down to my booty. He even tackled my thighs with the gun which felt great because my muscles are really in pain. Feeling the gun move to the front of my thighs which also feels good, but his path continued, moving closer and closer to my coochie. Not to mention that he's turning up the speed again. He leaned forward again with his chest against my back and his head in between my shoulder and neck.

His free hand grabbed my thigh, as his other one, right along with the massage gun crept closer and closer to my center. The closer he got, the lower the vibrations became. He is turning it down because I can hear the click of the button. I'm already feeling the strong vibrations of it, even though it's not there yet. I looked at him with my lips lodged into my mouth. His long neck moved up and he attached his lips to mine. Our lips wrestled and not even a second later, I felt the gun on my clit. My mouth fell open and he grabbed my bottom lip with both of his.

"Mmmm," my hips bucked against him feeling the vibrations increase. "Ssssss... I'm cumming." My voice came out high-pitched as I began to stand on my tippy toes with my back still flush against him.

He turned it up higher, laughing. "Damn, already?" He removed the massage gun once I came. It wasn't strong but it was something. "That was quick. I'm a little jealous of these vibrating things," he laughed over the vibrations of the gun that was still on. "I don't mind working together though." He said referring to sex toys and the massage gun.

My eyes are closed because I'm trying to calm down as my hands rubbed my thighs. I heard the clicking of the gun again, indicating he was either turning it up or down. Because vibrations are loud or low depending on the speed, I know it's higher. He placed it on my inner thighs, massaging me there instead of where I really wanted it. The vibrations traveled to my pussy.

I lowered myself, but Donald brought me back up, tsking in my ear. "What are you doing, my love? Relax. Be patient."

He placed his other arm at the bend of mine, behind my back, holding my arms in place. I opened my eyes, looking at Donald through the mirror. My hips thrust back and forth, desperately, inching further down to the massage gun. Donald brought me back up once I felt the vibrations on my clit for a split second.

"Aht. What I say?" He whispered, brushing his lips against the back of my ear and the side of my neck. "Calm down." He removed the gun and my thighs immediately closed to find some type of relief. "Slow and steady wins the race."

Donald put the gun down and spread my thighs again with his knee, keeping both of his legs between mine to keep mines spread apart from each other. Due to his legs holding mines apart by the back of my knees, I'm left in an almost sitting position on him, while gripping his thighs for support. His arm remained looped with both of my arms behind my back as he whispered into my ear.

"Unlike you, I don't enjoy torturing you," he squinted at me with a chuckle. "Okay, a little bit. I see why you do it. It's kind of fun. Look at me, babe." He kissed up my jawline.

I am looking at him. I remained looking at him through the mirror, following his directions. He made eye contact with me through the mirror.

"Directly at me. Not through the mirror," he whispered, stroking my chin with his free hand.

I turned my head towards him and he kissed my lips slowly. He reached under my towel, playing with my nipples, but the towel wouldn't stay where he wanted because of my movements, so he got upset with it.

"Take this shit," he huffed in frustration, "OFF." His eyebrows furrowed and he brought his lips back to mine.

My towel was pulled off completely and his fingers twiddled with my nipples. Donald pushed me toward the counter so I'd be in a more standing position than sitting. He leaned down with his tongue out, licking my left nipple with the tip of his tongue, still fiddling with my other one.

"Mmm," I moaned, moving my legs, trying to close them, but again, his legs that are between mine are preventing that.

It's just not as preventative as when he had me in a sitting position because my thighs touch when I sit or stand regularly. My arms are behind my back, but I'm able to move my hands to a limited amount of things. Being that it was in his lap, I grabbed the base of his dick, then began rubbing as much as I was able to reach. He grabbed my waist, pulling me back against him and my nipple fell out of his mouth with a smack as he looked me in the eyes.

"You're making things harder than they should be," his lips brushed against mine as he spoke. "But you don't care. Hmm?" He began kissing my lips again as I stroked as much as I can of him through his shorts.

I felt his hand slowly slide down my stomach, eventually making it to my clit. I exhaled against his lips, then continued kissing him. He stuck two fingers in me with his thumb strumming my clit, thrusting his fingers dangerously slow.

"Fa- faster, Donald." I desperately whispered against his lips and he sped some, but still too slow. "Faster," he sped up some more. Now going at a normal speed. "Mmm... Yes..." I grabbed his bottom lip, and closed my eyes, still stroking him through his shorts.

His lifted up a bit and I felt his warm breath hit my nose. He whispered something inaudible and then closed his eyes. He panted stopping all movements, so I took it upon myself to move my hips back and forth with his fingers still inside of me. He completely removed his entire hand and I opened my eyes.

"I said let me go." I finally heard him and I did just that. He leaned his forehead against the top of mine. "I'm glad you're following directions. FINALLY."

"Follow mine," I replied to him. "Get me off." I slowly spoke.

"You're so... Demanding," he chuckled. "And if I told you no?"

"Then I will do it myself."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really, now?" He smirked, "I say, have at it." He let me go completely, backing away.

I turned completely around to face him. Donald placed his hand on his chin and I looked at him, baffled because I wasn't expecting him to say and do that. With his hand on his chin, he crossed his other arm across his chest, leaning against the glass shower door.

"Go. Right. Ahead." He said to me slowly emphasizing every word. "Fine by me. Right here. Start whenever you want."

My heart sped up and my breath shook. Does he really want to watch me play with myself? I have never done anything like this in front of him. Then I calmed down and hopped on the counter, crossing my dangling legs. Uncrossing my legs, I scooted back with the help of my feet by placing them on the counter. I moved back until my back touched the mirror. I closed my legs, rethinking this because of my nerves, but my pussy is throbbing just not as much as it was before he stopped.

I reopened my legs, gaining courage, mostly because of my hormones. Leaning my head against the mirror, I slid my body up some, so I was in an almost laying down position. I rubbed my hands up my body, then cupped my breasts. I moved them up a bit more, playing with my nipples, moaning.

"Ssssss," I rolled my hips, feeling my coochie throb like before, except its against my fingers.

I continued playing with my nipple as my other hand slid down my breasts and down my stomach. My breathing hitched as my fingers grazed my clit and my pussy. Feeling how wet I was, I smiled, opened my eyes, and moved that hand in the direction that my boyfriend is standing. I'm already dripping on the counter, that's for sure and certain. But to put on a show, stopped to where my hand is ONLY connected to my juices.

My juices made a U shape in the air before dropping onto the counter. I looked at him from between my legs. He's still standing against the wall, but intensely watching me with a clenched jaw. I silently laughed, closing my eyes again. My hand slid back up to my clit, rubbing it with my middle and index fingers. I started off slow.

"Mm," I closed my thighs then opened them back up, I eventually sped up with my lips tucked into my mouth.

"Stick your fingers in," Donald said to me and his voice is so close, scaring me half to death.

"Shit!" I screamed in horror, seeing him standing right in front of me, squeezing and rubbing his hard-on through his shorts.

I got so scared that I turned to the side with my heart beating out of my chest.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked as I touched my chest, trying to calm down.

"YOU!" I replied. "God. Scared the fuck out of me."

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Just needed a closer look." He leaned forward, kissing me on my lips, and turned me on my back again. Our kiss deepened quickly as I grabbed his face with both of my hands. "Keep goin'." He told me.

I slid my hands down my stomach again as our lips moved in sync. I desperately rubbed my clit. I felt his fingers enter my pussy and I sped up. The thrust of his fingers matched the pace of my fingers. He pulled away from my lips, but we both kept the pace of our fingers up. The sound of my pussy filled the air, getting louder and louder. He kissed down my stomach, keeping his pace.

"OH, my God." My head fell back, feeling myself about to come. "I'm cumming." My hips rolled against our hand.

He moved my hand, replacing it with the high vibrations of the gun and the quick thrust of his fingers. I came so quickly and he kept going.

"Shit, your shit looks good as fuck." His deep voice. "Mmmm, I'm so fuckin' hard." He moaned.

My body convulsed hard and my thighs shook as I came again. I rode it out.

"Stop," I said with a shaky breath and Donald stopped.

Donald slid me closer to him as my eyes remained squeezed shut. He pulled me up by the small of my back. "You're okay." He lifted my chin, kissing me.

I slowed our kiss down. He pulled me off of the counter, but my legs are wrapped around his frame. He pulled each one of my legs from around him one by one. His hands slid up my booty cheeks. Because he's holding onto my booty and my arms are wrapped around his neck, I'm dangling. I'm surprised that I didn't slip out of his grip from how oily and sweaty I am.
He moved over, towards the sink. My boyfriend placed me on the floor.

"Got enough energy for a few more?" He whispered. "Just a few and you ain't even got to do nothin'. So much to do and so little time."

A few? Oh my God! I nodded slowly because I want to see what he does. I'm anticipating what he has up his sleeve, just as long as he doesn't stop when I'm about to cum. This man has got me so horny as if I'm ovulating and I'm definitely not ovulating. He turned me around with us both facing the mirror.

"My God, I love this woman and she looks so fuckin' good." He whispered next to my ear but was speaking to himself.

I raised my eyebrows, smiling, "good enough to eat?"

"To devour," he replied, looking me in the eyes, with his hands rubbing up and down my abdomen. "Just let me know if I'm doin' it wrong."

Is he still on that after that little conversation we had? He grabbed the massage gun and began to peck my back, making his way down. He spread my legs apart, rubbing his fingertips against my inner thighs. Being that he was out of sight, I closed my eyes with my senses heightened. I'm expecting, actually, I don't know what I'm expecting.

All he did was turn the gun and place it, not against my clit, but against the entrance of my pussy. That was enough because vibrations travel. I felt his chest against my back and his breath brushing past my ears. He put the gun down, plunged his fingers into my pussy, and played with my pussy with his right hand at a steady pace.

"Mmm... Fuck, baby." I gripped his moving wrist.

"You cummin'?" He whispered into my ear. "Hm, love? Mmm, shit feels good, doesn't it?" He grabbed the side of my neck while whispering in my ear. "Mmmm, yeah... Cum for me again, baby." He let go of my neck, and thrust his fingers "Cum on me, baby." He sped up his fingers and I came again and harder the second time.

He switched between kissing on and around my neck to sucking my nipples. Each time was harder and faster than the last. His body and the counter are the only things holding me up because I dang sure can't hold myself up. My chest heaved and my walls contracted against his fingers that remained inside of me.

"Mmm, that shit feels good. Grippin' me..." He whispered very lowly.

I leaned forward, holding onto the counter or more like gripping it. Pushing his fingers until his fingers slipped out.

"Damn, you just gon' push my shit out like that?" He laughed. "It's like that, huh?"

He stuck his tongue out, brought his fingers to his tongue, and licked them suggestively. I closed my eyes and hung my head low, coming down. After a few minutes of standing there, I felt Donald back away slightly.

"Can you stand on your own two feet?" He asked me. "Or you still learning?" He laughed. I got a better grip on the counter and nodded at him. "Good. Imma let you... Calm down some. Imma is right back. A'ight?"

I nodded again, with my legs still a bit shaky. I heard his footsteps drag away from me, but still close. Meaning he's still in the bathroom with me. The sound of something rolling filled my ears, getting closer and closer. Me being a bit exhausted, I didn't even bother to open them. He probably went to get a towel and it's the closet or something.

Feeling both of his hands pulling me downward is what made me open my eyes, but my head still hang low. I saw the top of his head between my legs and against the sink as he lowered me onto his chest. Donald glanced up at me, at my pussy with his lips lodged into his mouth, then back up at me.  He did a double take, glancing up at me, but instead, he lowered me to his lap.

"The view from below is good too if you ask me," Donald told me.

"I didn't, but it's good to know."

He moved my legs from the headrest of the chair and draped them both over the armrest. That sat me directly on his groin that he HAD to readjust with the little time he was away because it WAS sitting in the pants leg of his shorts. Mind you, my clit is still sensitive, so I used my butt muscles, which are still painful, to avoid coming in contact with anything, but my legs are weak and my butt muscles are sore. There was only so much I could do with my problem and his erection. I held onto the armrest to prevent myself from sitting down completely, though our crotches are still touching.

"What? You scared to sit down all the way?" He cheesed. "Scared that you might slip and fall? Baby, I ain't even planning to pull my shit out. Relax and take a seat." He said rubbing my shoulders and arms.

"My coochie is still sensitive, babe," I replied. "AND I'm scared that if I do relax, it might end up popping out with me bouncing on the other end of it, so you're correct."

My legs gave out because I'm using my glute muscles which are still sore.

"It should be." He rubbed the upper part of my back, sliding them down, then cleared his throat. "I mean, the first part of what you said. God." He shook his head slowly.

Donald sat back and the chair leaned back a little, causing me to involuntarily slide up against his body. His eyes squeezed shut and his head fell back, sharply inhaling and exhaling. I grabbed the armrest, lifting myself up some.

"So... It's you that you don't trust?" He asked me with his eyes still shut tight. "But we both got self-control, right?"

"Right." I agreed.

"Right." He exhaled and inhaled through the small opening of his mouth, and opened his eyes again. "So..." he trailed off.

Donald broke our eye contact and his eyes trailed down and stopped at my oily and aroused breasts. The chair rocked back and forth due to his scooting, trying to move it away from the counter for some reason. Then he cleared his throat again.

"So... Li- like... you liked this little getaway fro- from everybody?" He questioned, still scooting forward. "You know what I'm sayin'?" He said looking down at my bouncing and aroused breasts.

Why is he trying to make regular conversation in this state? Didn't we have this conversation before?

"Mhmm." I nodded with my lips squeezed together, trying to keep a straight face. "Ye- yeah, you?" I spoke through the scooting.

"Mhm, yup." He finally stopped scooting. "D- de- definitely!" He forced out, then leaned back, shook his head, and scooted forward again.

I slid my hand underneath me and against his hardened groin.

He sat in the chair regularly, holding onto my hips, and leaned his forehead against mine with his eyes squeezed. "Shit..." He grumbled lowly.

I lifted his chin and he opened his eyes again. I brought my lips to him and he immediately gave in, hungrily kissing back. I lifted myself by holding onto the armrest. I was only able to move my left leg off of the armrest because he stopped me from moving the other.

"Leave it." He told me.

Oh? Because I was just about to- I guess it's all about me tonight. He hungrily brought his lips to mines again. His lips slowly trailed down from my lips, kissing, and sucking my skin. My head tilted backward.

My head fell back and I almost did too. Donald held onto my back to keep me from falling. My back arched in towards him giving him better access to my breast because the minute I arched my back is the same minute he attached his mouth to my left breast.

After pulling away from one breast, he would go to the other, but not without looking up at me to see my reaction. I could see that from the small opening of my eyes as I ground my hips against his. One of his hands remained on my back and the other gripped my booty, guiding my movements. The hand gripping my booty moved to the side of my booty and his thumb strummed my hooded clit a few times as his mouth and tongue remained in my breasts.

Donald stopped strumming my clit, grabbed a pillow that I didn't even know was in the bathroom, and placed it on the counter behind his head. He grabbed my booty from underneath, lifting me up into the air. He released my nipple with a pop when I got too high up. He placed me on his face and I positioned my knees on the sink, holding onto his head. Donald gripped my booty and I began riding his face carefully feeling his tongue beginning to run laps on my coochie. I'm not trying to smother my man. He gave me a look as if he was telepathically telling me to ride it as I would ride him... Or maybe that's just MY nasty-ass thoughts?

"I know you can do better than that. We both know damn well you got it in you. Ride my face like you would ride this dick. I got you, you ain't gon' fall." He spoke looking up at me.

He moved me back down to his face and he got back to work. I moved slowly, but still with some hesitation. He brought his hand over my thigh and between my legs. He pulled the hood of my clit back with his thumb. When his mouth wrapped around it and his tongue swirled around my clit and all my hesitance left my body.

I did exactly as he said, which is to ride it as I would ride him. I did that while holding the top of his head for support because there was nothing else to hold onto. He slapped my ass and gripped it, humming against my clit.

"Oh, my God." I panted. "Oh, my God!"

I ground faster on his face, feeling my orgasm starting. I almost fell forward but caught myself. "Fuuuuckkkkk!"

That didn't even make him stop, he continued. My feet twirled in circles as my body trembled. When I came for the third time on his mouth, he lifted me from his face and placed me on his lap with both of my legs on the same side. Of course, he had to finish me off with a kiss on my nether region. I sat with my legs slightly open due to my super sensitive clit. Feeling exhausted, I leaned back against him. I laid on him for a good fifteen minutes before he spoke.

"Ain't no way you can fake that a tremble like that." He laughed, "I guess I AM alright."

Oh my goodness, is he STILL on that?

"You gotta get up. You got a therapy session in a little bit or did you forget?"

I looked at him. "Oh, my God. I forgot THAT quickly. I'm so tired, now this lady is about to be looking at me like I'm crazy. And for the last time, you were never bad at it."

"Nahh, I think she understands that you are in a whole other country with crazy different time zones. Now you gotta get up so you can get cleaned up and I need another shower."

"You came in here prepared and with a plan," I said scooting off of him until my feet touched the floor.

"My vision always comes to fruition." He eyed me. "Even though you surprised me a little bit. As well as yourself I can tell. You talk shit a lot

"You kept coming out with more and more things out of nowhere like a cartoon character." I laughed. "It was you trying to make small conversation for me." I laughed harder. "Then it was something we conversed about. Talking about how am I liking being away from everybody."

"Aye, that was to help me out." He pointed out. "I was tryna calm the fuck down."

"To get yourself all excited again?" I raised my eyebrows. "Totally makes sense."

"That shit can get painful after so long. Like right now." He stood up. "I need to go and you need some clothes. Imma be in the other bathroom, showering." He said gathering everything and placing it on top of the chair that's on top of the pillow she brought in here. Before he left he took a good look at me, "damn."

"Alright go before something else gets started," I said laughing.

"I'm leaving. Bye, big head."

Once he left, I hopped right back into the shower and washed up. After getting halfway dressed in Donald and I's shirt, his boxers, and a house bra. I brought my laptop to the kitchen and sat at the island. Donald walked in.

"Turns out I didn't even need a long shower." He spoke up. "At first I had blue balls. Now they're empty ones."

"I see..." I said being that he did make it out early.

Donald helped me get situated with everything.

"Alright, hello Mrs. Johnson, and bye." Donald waved at Mrs. Johnson once she popped up on the screen.

"Thank you and bye." She replied with a chuckle and wave. "I had a hard time doing this. I had to have my nephew help me. You know I don't know this technology stuff. I'm a manual type of woman. All I know about new technology is how to type." She laughed.

"Sound like my family. They say the day thing and some don't even know how to type." I chuckled.

"That's most of us from about thirty-five and up." She chuckled. "So tell me, in your own words, how has your trip been?"

"It's been mostly, excuse my language, HELL," I emphasized my words.

"In what way?" She questioned.

I explained everything that's been going to her. "And it's not just my family, it's Donald's family as well. More specifically his father. I don't know why, but he's cold towards me." I huffed. "It's confusing because both times I visited them in Virginia and North Carolina, he seemed fine. We had a cordial conversation and all. That was the first time. The second time it was really the parents getting to know each other, but everything still seemed fine."

"Remember how you said everyone doesn't need a reason to dislike someone else? That's just how it happens sometimes." Mrs. Johnson replied.

"Yeah, but this time it's someone that kind of does matter." I expressed. "In a way... He's my boyfriend's father. Although I have an idea of why, but not sure, I'm content with it. I don't even care. I feel as if someone not adult enough to confront me and state their problem, it's useless in caring." I shrugged.

She nodded. "So about your family... Now that I know how you feel about everything you stated, how will you handle this?"

"I will definitely handle this. I'm tired of being tired and I'm tired of saying that I'm tired of being tired. It seems like a never-ending cycle. With that being said, when we do return home- to the rental that is, I'm kicking Yasir and his girlfriend out. It's like the female version of him. She reminds me of my mother. Now, I already can't deal with my mother, but I don't have the guts to kick her out of the house, and I can't deal with two of them." I shook my head, continuing.

"Nope. With my mother, when we do touch down in the states and are alone or I may even be petty and do it over the phone. Anywho, I'm setting boundaries and I'm going to stick to them. This time I'm telling her UNTIL she learns how to speak and treat me, she stays out of my life. That's just how I feel. They're moving out of my house, so when they've got all of their things together is the best time. I'm almost twenty-seven, that's close to thirty, yet I'm treated less than a human. I demand respect and if that's what I can't get, goodbye." I shrugged my shoulders.

I sat there in silence for a while, getting a little choked up. "It's just so embarrassing how she would bring up something so personal in front of EVERYBODY." I pinched the bridge of my nose, "AN- and on Christmas day at that, WHILE we're out of the country on my man's dime. Can't even cooperate and at least be cordial."

"I hear you."

"You know, someone caught onto what was being said on Christmas day and even confused me about them being in similar situations. While it didn't help the situation, I'm sure she felt better" I sucked my tongue. "It made me feel worse because hearing about ANYONE being taken advantage of makes me sick, ESPECIALLY a child."

"There was no use to both of us crying, so I just listened because that's probably what she needed. That's what it seems like and I KNOW how it feels to not have anyone to speak to. I just don't like the idea of binding with someone because we share similar traumas. That's not healthy because it usually ends badly. She's sweet though and always has been towards me." I finished.

"Mm, so with the current situation, do you think that Donald's adding onto the stress or taking it away?"

"He's definitely making everything better. It's me that's actually adding to his stress." I revealed.

"Explain to me why it is you feel that way?"

"I feel like I'm neglecting his feeling by being considerate of others who're inconsiderate of mine. It bothers- no, it hurts Donald that I'm being treated the way I am and even more that I've been allowing it. Seeing him like that..." I trailed off. "I know that what we have is something good and I don't want others' interference and me not setting boundaries with others to affect that. That doesn't make me any better than my family with me." I replied. "It's been long enough and it's time for me to take control of every aspect of my life."

"Tia, it's great to know that you're deciding to take even more control of your life. Life's shorter than some may think and you may end up regretting allowing certain things to happen in your life. I'm sure there are some things you already regret and wish you had done differently. Not only will you regret it, but you'll be miserable. Start living your life for you, not your mother, brother, father, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters, or brother." She explained.

I nodded in agreement. "Exactly. I'd rather be around those who show mutual love than conflict and hate."

"So, time is almost out and I need to get some rest. Chile, I'm old." She chuckled.

"You aren't. Thank you. I hope you have a happy remained of the holidays. Sorry for taking some of your time away from your break." I apologized.

"It's fine. I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip as well."

"Hopefully. Have a wonderful life. Bye." I said hanging up, and turning off the computer with a loud inhale and exhale.

I sat in the same spot for some time just thinking through everything. It's true that things are easier said than done, but I'm REALLY going to go through with all of this. There's a breaking point for everyone if they're dealing with so much in any type of relationship. Love and love alone won't make a person stay there. Well, I know that isn't what'll make me stay if the other is inconsiderate or there are any other problems.

"Is your session done?" I heard Donald's voice from across the room. I looked up. "You good?" He asked me with a slight frown.

Stopping myself from spinning in the chair, I replied. "Mhm, yes, I'm fine." I nodded. "Thanks for booking me an appointment. Definitely needed that." I smiled.

"I figured. I know you wasn't gon' tell me everything. I'm not your therapist." He chuckled, placing his hands in his pocket, and leaning against the wall.

"And stress you out even more than you are? Mm, no." I shook my head.

"I'm well aware of a lot of things. There are times when no words even need to be spoken to know how you feel and how things are. Sometimes I just KNOW."

With the help of the stool, I hopped onto the counter, threw my legs onto the other side, and plopped down. "Come?" I motioned with my finger.

"You want me to come over there?" He questioned, folding his arms.

"Yes." I chuckled with a nod.

"Then maybe you should think about rearranging your words." He laughed walking towards me.

"You knew what I meant though." I cheesed.

"About fifty percent of what you meant. I was tryin' to pick a side." He said standing right in front of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he wrapped his around my waist. "What's up?"

"Are you okay?" I questioned. "No sugarcoating, jokes, or bullshit. Are you really okay?" I asked him. "Are you truly alright?"

Leaning his forehead against mine, he closed his eyes, inhaling. "Honestly, I'm stressed the fuck out." He exhaled. "It's so much shit going on that I just can't even keep up. I can't even wrap my head around everything. I usually don't even give a fuck about a lot of shit, but this..." He trailed off. "Sometimes I just wonder why."

"Trying to figure a why can tear your mind apart. We as people have to learn to move on without any explanation from that other person. Those people sometimes know that you need closure, so they definitely won't give it to you. We just have to learn to move accordingly. Shit happens, Donald."

"I just feel like parents want to continue to control their child's life, even in adulthood. Don't get me wrong, they did help to get me back together when I was fucked up and I'm forever grateful for that. Now that I am, it's like they want to still have that same amount of control. That's one of the main reasons I left North Carolina in the first place. Religion can bring people together, but at the same time tear families and people as a whole apart." He ranted.

He continued, "My values no longer strictly align strictly on the ones they brought me up on. It happens all the time especially with people growing up in the church. It happens because they let religion make every decision. Religion helps, but we have to put in the actions along with the prayers. God and God alone ain't just going to fix things. Shit, I prayed to God a lot while I was in that dark place, but wasn't doing anything to make shit better for myself."

I quietly listened to him rant because this doesn't call for a response, it just requires me to listen. However, I now know why his father is how he is towards me, by reading between the lines. My decision to no longer give a fuck about what he thinks is coming into play. I've never begged someone to like me or demanded a response to why before, so why should I start?

He chuckled, "I feel like I'm over here jumping topics and shit. I hope I'm over here making sense and not talking out the crack of my ass."

Being that I'm the same way, I definitely understood everything he said, regardless of his shifting topics. His switching of topics wasn't even that far from what he spoke before jumping topics.

"Nope," I leaned my forehead on his. "I understand you clear as day," I reassured him, inhaling deeply before exhaling. "I'm sorry."

He pulled back with a grasp on my waist. "And for... What exactly?"

"The moment Yasir arrived and I said he could stay. That is where the biggest problem started in the first place. I should have stood my ground and told him to turn right back around when I saw him. Though I gave him did give him terms in conditions that he followed through with, he made his way around them. Knowing who Yasir is, I should have known. Allowing him to stay was very inconsiderate of me."

"Well, I feel as if there would have been problems regardless of Yasir staying. Don't get mad at me when I say this, but..." He trailed off.

"Donald, if I do get upset at what it is you're about to say, that's okay because we always talk things out, right? Same thing when you get upset. Shit happens." I chuckled. "Go ahead though."

"Your mother would've definitely found another reason to be mad at you. One of the main ones is that you made Yasir leave in the first place. Then from there... She would probably create problems or bring up the ones that you're moving past. Then there are my pops who is also starting shit. So... I say the first problem was the fact that I invited anyone when it should have been just the two of us in the first place. It would have felt more special and definitely stress-free." He chuckled. "I could guarantee you that. Not to mention less expensive."

"That last part hit home."

"Nahh, it's just because you cheap as hell." He laughed, joking. "The word alone scares you."

"Shush," I said cracking up.

"But let me tell you this, your brother ain't live up to his words. He did say something smart about the both of us and I was close to beating his ass. He wanted me to do it too. He got smart with everybody around our age."

"So why didn't you?" I questioned then burst out laughing. "I'm joking. I don't want you fighting my broke and bitter brother. There's no telling what he'd do." I told him.

"Are you insinuating that I can't fight?" He frowned.

"No!" My mouth dropped. "Oh, my gosh. No. What I mean is if you hit first, he could sue." I gasped and DeVanté looked around the room, startled."There's nothing in here. I'm realizing that that's another reason he shouldn't be there!"

"You dramatic." He laughed. "Scared the fuck outta me."

"I'm sorry." I laughed, "but yeah, he definitely has to go."

"Why do you do that?" Donald squinted at me.

"What?" I said confused. "Oh! I was just thinking and that's how it came out this time."

"No, I mean why don't you take action when people- no, family do things to you, but when they do somethin' to somebody else, you're ready to go off?" He asked me.

"That's not true," I shook my head.

"I'm tellin' you what I see and I'm not gon' like to you, babe. It's true."

"Okay," I nodded taking everything in. "I have to think about that though. However, I AM kicking his ass out. Just KNOW that. When we get back tomorrow, it's the first thing I'll do."

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