Amari POV

She had a sudden surge in followers and comments after she posted her video with Calvin and her eating takeout.

Who knew a hot guy would get her more fans? Well, she knew.

And did it stop all the randoms in her DMs? Of course not. She received even more. And mostly women trying to get with Calvin. Her man!

The nerve of them. They wanted more of Calvin but she was only going to give them just a little. She tried to keep her real, personal life out of her social media pages as much as she could. Heck, lots of her followers did not know she belonged in a sorority, although she mentioned it when she first built her pages.

She had newly crossed over and was geeked about it. She was a nobody then, not even monetized.

She felt like she was big time now. Couldn't tell her anything.

Yet, she still tried to get rid of her sister. She invited herself over to her mother's house and brought her little sister to see if they could make amends.

"She doesn't want to listen to me, so then she gotta get out of my house. If she's so grown, be grown!"

"You treat me like a child! I'm twenty!"

"Then get a job! Work. That's what grown people do, not sit around the house, eat all my food, not clean a damn thing, not help out with a bill."

"I'm your child, you're supposed to take care of me."

"See! Now you're a child. That's why I treat you like one."

"Mom! I did have a job but they hardly paid me anything it wasn't worth it working."

They kept going back and forth at this, her head began to pound. Yelling at each other, not respecting each other, and both were wrong.

Her mother was always a good mother, though young when she had them. Amari remembered her dumping them with sitters when she was five to go out and party and drink.

But she took care of them as best she could. She fed them, they were never hungry. They always had a roof over their heads, though sometimes it was with friends or relatives. Once she started to do well in life and calm down and make money, when her mother turned about thirty and she was fourteen, she was able to get them a nice house, settle down somewhat, and not party so hard.

There were still lots of guys, but none of the relationships lasted long, and her mother always chose her girls over any guy. They did fun things together, even vacations away. Her mother had the same interests as her, make-up, hair, and clothes, though she settled at a job working at the DMV. She made decent money so they had a nice life.

Her mother did tell her to do better than her.

"Don't have kids young. Finish school. Go to college. Find a great guy that won't leave you. Get married. Raise a family. Make lots of money."

She lived by those words. She graduated high school on the honor roll. She started college, but when her focus was on partying too much, she transferred. She found a balance between schoolwork and having a good time.

Pledging into her sorority helped. Then she started to make her own money so she would not have to depend on the few dollars her mother could offer her.

She had time for marriage and kids...if she ever decided she wanted that.

Her sister Osanna on the other hand, never heeded her mother's words. Barely made it out of high school, and she knew college was not for her. She had a dozen or so jobs in the two years since she finished high school. Always leaving or getting fired for various reasons. She didn't want to wake up so early. The boss hated her. Talking back to her boss and then leaving before her shift ended. Failing a drug test. Smoking marijuana while on the job. And now, complaining about the pay.

Should her mother continue to coddle her?

Obviously she needed some guidance, and that's what a mother was for. She was stuck in the middle.

"Mom, Osanna, y'all have to meet each other in the middle."

"Now Amari, I made her the same deal as you. She can live here as long as she likes, but she still has to follow the rules around here."

Osanna scoffed at that. "She says I can't smoke in here."

"That's fair," she said to her sister. She hated the smell and made her smoke outside, which she had no problem doing at her place.

"She wants me to help out with bills when she makes enough to pay them, it's her house, why should I?"

She looked to her mother to say something about that. "It's not about the money. It's about learning to be an adult. Do you think I had it easy? My mom all but put me out when I was eighteen and pregnant with you. I had to grow up fast."

"If I give you money, I really won't have anything for myself. I don't make that much."

"Then let's figure out something so that you can make more money," her mother said.

And just like that her sister was back at her mother's and she was free of the mooch little sister. She went to her place, cleaned it thoroughly, did a few videos, edited them, and scheduled them out. Then she called Calvin.

"I have my place to myself again."

"I'm on my way."

Time to play some games!

Sex games that is.

She looked around in her kitchen for things she could use.

Whipped cream, cherries, a few strawberries, ice cream, ice, chocolate sauce. And a rubber spatula for being a bad girl.

She dressed in her baddest red outfit, a tight red skirt, and a matching red bralette. She teased out her straightened strands of hair, applied minimal makeup, and sprayed her body down from head to toe with a strawberry-scented body spray. She lit a few candles and played some slow old school RnB, Jodeci, Boys II Men, and Usher's Nice n Slow. Got her right in the mood. She waited for her man.

As soon as she heard him at the door, she made her way to it, opened it, and then struck a pose for him in her outfit.

His eyes gazed over her curvy body before he let out a breath. "Damn!"

He held a single red rose, but he didn't hand it to her, he dropped it and pulled her in his arms for a kiss. She pulled him in and shut the door, pushed him against the wall, and pulled his shirt over his head, as they continued to kiss.

"Damn Mari, why do you have to be this sexy?"

She grabbed the top of his pants and pulled him with her, toward the bedroom where she had all the things they could play with tonight.

"Oh, you want to get freaky!"

"This is tame, boy." She pushed him back on her bed. "I hope you're hungry tonight."

She grabbed the whipped topping from the table she set up, then sprayed some in her mouth before she moved to him and kissed him so that he could eat some of the cream.

"Damn," he mumbled again as he grabbed her waist. "Why do you still have your clothes on?"

He unzipped the back of her skirt and pulled it past her hips, then off of her. He grabbed her thong by one side and then ripped it off her.

"I'll buy you some more," he said, his mouth going down between her breasts, as he kissed and licked on them.

She started on his pants, undoing them, and pulled them off. They kicked the rest of their clothing away and continued to kiss and play with each other in the bed. She reached for a cherry and fed him one, then another as he licked her fingers. She grabbed a strawberry for herself, and licked the tip with her tongue, teasing him, before taking a big bite then kissed him and transferred the fruit into his mouth.

"You're wild, girl."

She grabbed the chocolate syrup and rubbed his tatted chest.

"I like a little chocolate on my vanilla."

She squirted a bit on his chest then licked it off as he moaned. She continued to lick his chest before she moved down further to get a taste of him. She licked him thoroughly before sucking him until he exploded in her mouth.

She washed it down with another strawberry. "I like strawberries and cream."

"I didn't get to eat." He pulled her in his arms and sat her on the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor before he kneeled in front of her, between her thighs. He spread them open and buried his tongue inside her.

He licked her like that was his dessert. She grabbed his head, held it but let him do his thing. He was amazing. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders and bit her lower lip to fight the urge to scream.

After he finished feasting, he kissed her inner thigh before he kissed a trail up to her belly button and played with her navel piercing with his tongue. He made it to her breasts, of course stopping to enjoy them. As he lay back in bed with her, he kissed her as he sucked on her tongue.

"Amari baby, I've never felt like this with any other girl."

"Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all the girls."

"No baby, I'm serious." He caressed her cheek. "I'm crazy about you."

He took her hand and brought it to his chest, letting it rest on his fast-beating heart.

"I'm falling in love with you."

He said what now?

"Maybe I've always been in love with you, I don't know. I know you came back into my life for a reason."

Ummm, she was not sure what to say.

"I didn't want to admit it at first, because I know we've not been together that long, but fuck it, I know what I feel." He rolled over on top of her, and pinned her arms up behind her. "Don't worry. I'll make you fall in love with me too."

He slid inside her so smooth, that she gasped and shivered. The way he moved inside her, he made his point very clear. He was making her fall in love with him.

And it wasn't hard. She already felt the same, though she did not want to admit it.