A fresh strawberry works its way up my melanin skin and sends chills throughout my body. Trails of cold chocolate syrup and whipped cream lead down my plump body and made the shivers no better. Soon, the heart-shaped fruit reached my nipple and was accompanied by a dark muscular hand that helped it go around my nipple attempting to tease me.

His attempt worked as my back arched in pleasure and my eyes closed as my lips let out a soft moan in his ear. His thick lips laid soft kisses along my cheek and jawline. Suddenly, he switches between his lips and his flat tongue down my smooth neck following the paths of chocolate syrup and whipped cream. I couldn't help but pant at the feeling of his mouth reaching down to my not-so-perky breasts and wrapping it around my nipple.

Biting my bottom lip in bliss, his moan vibrated against my body and turned me on even more. His soft touch was nothing like I had experienced before. They massaged and caressed each part of my body. From my head to my feet. Even though the insecurity took over in my mind, he had no problems with touching every crack, crevice, roll, and stretch mark on my body. Although the weight of my body made me feel self-conscious and realize I was no Victoria Secret model, this guy loved on my precious body like he wasn't going to have me anymore. He starved for me. He craved me and my body. He appreciated every part of it and it was like being in heaven.

He pleased me in every which way and I wanted more of him with every passing second.

He leaned over me and lightly brushed the cool sweet strawberry around my lips teasing me with it until I bit into it. Watching the mess that the rather large strawberry made all over his hands, my tongue began to play around his fingers until he placed each one in between my lips sucking all of the juices off his fingers.

Falling into ecstasy as his lovely wet kisses trailed down my body, I continued moaning aloud. His lubricated tongue straggled all the way down the sweet trail that led down to my feet. Soon, his mouth wrapped around my toes and I couldn't control the overwhelming feeling that flowed through my body. He was just something else.

After he was done massaging my toes with his tongue, his lips connected with my other lips and his tongue was about to enter inside my sweet spot until...

"Rena..." he said softly against my lubricated sweet spot. Of course, I didn't want to open my eyes and respond to him because this moment was just everything I needed and more. He was just different compared to other guys that I've been with and I wanted to take in the sensual moment that I wouldn't get again.

"Rena, wake up," he called louder as he tapped his long fingers against my leg trying to get my attention. Once again, nothing was going to ruin this moment. This was the moment that I would remember forever and I wanted to remember myself having a wonderful time.

"Auntie Rena, wake up! You have milk and Cheerios in your hair!" his voice changed into a familiar young child's voice and my eyes eventually opened to a chuckling little Caucasian girl with dark brown hair and grey eyes. Her chuckle turned into a hard laugh and a pointed finger my way. Wondering what she was laughing so hard about, my head lifted to a confused-looking Jessica with her dark brown eyes widened at me and her black hair in a ponytail.

Moving my head, I felt a cold liquid coming from the top of my head and down my face. The smell of sugar and dairy flowed through my nose as I realized that my head was in my bowl of cereal. I fell asleep in my cereal. Again.

"Ha, ha, ha! Auntie Rena's head was stuck in a bowl of cereal!" Loraina laughed as she ate her breakfast and milk came out of her nose. This kid was a little cutie but nosey at the same time. We couldn't have a conversation in this house without her overhearing it and knowing exactly what we said. Well, we know who she didn't get that trait from.

"Uh, Rena. Let's not be tarde para tu clase," my Hispanic cousin reprimanded me in Spanish as she pointed to our digital oven clock that blinked 10:45am. Shit! I was going to be late for my study session with our class assistant! I had to go!

As soon as my feet hit the ground, they led me into the bathroom to use it. Once I sat on the toilet, my ears heard a familiar sing song voice calling my name. No one else sings my name like that besides Loraina's mother.

"Rena, can you watch Raina for me tonight? I have plans," Carmon spoke as she put her diamond earrings on. And it began all over again. It was the weekend and all of the other girls were doing things besides me. Jana had a DJ gig, Jessica had to work third shift, Tiffany was going to a sleepover with her sorority sisters, and Carmon probably had an overnight date with a mysterious man. They always thought I didn't have any plans. Little did they know that Rena was going to have plans this weekend.

"Sure, Carmon. I'll watch Raina for you," I agreed anyway thinking this may be the one time Carmon actually comes home on time.

Raina wasn't a terrible child. In fact, she was one of the sweetest kids I've ever had in my care, but she was also a curious kid. She asked so many questions and gets into things at six-years-old. How do you think she found out about the time Jana and Jess were having sex? She still wants to know how they were 'tangled up like a pretzel'.

It was more her mother that gave me troubles when it came to watching her. She makes promises that she can't keep, such as...

"I'll be home by eleven o'clock, okay?" Carmon spoke as she brushed her black hair away from her face and walked away. To her, eleven o'clock was actually three in the morning her time and that's the earliest she'll come home.

"Alright, Carmon," I sigh finishing my business in the bathroom and washing my hands. Using a wide-tooth comb to puff out my dark and thick afro, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder how the hell my body got this big.

In high school, my body was curvy but my weight was still manageable. That's the time when I actually looked like a super model. After graduating high school, I took some time off from school and went back a year and a half later. From then on, my body gained tons of weight. Especially through college. I guess it's true what they say. You do gain more weight in college.

Compared to my roommates, I felt that my body size was equivalent to an elephant. The rest of the girls had bodies like Victoria Secret models and the other models you see in the Fashion Nova ads. Could I do something about it? Hell yeah. Did I feel like it? With school stressing me out to the max, I rather not. It was best if I had stuck with my comfort food diet.

Dusting myself off, my feet led me into my room that was filled with inspirational and motivational posters saying 'you can do this' or 'when things don't go right, go left'. They made me feel no better but it helped when everyone else came in here. They felt good when they came into my room so they stayed up.

Once I changed out of my Tinkerbell pajamas and into something that was relaxing but decent, an acquainted screech falls to my ears and I only know one person who has an overdramatic screech like that. "WHO! THE! FUCK! USED! MY! SHIT?!" the prima-donna that was Tiffany whined and yelled as she stomped out of the other bathroom in a white pantsuit and heels. Her bright blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.

"Tiffany, it was just one makeup wipe. Chill out," a redheaded Jana spoke as she sat at the kitchen island that separated the living room from the kitchen. She had on her signature black basketball shorts and baggy T-shirt with her soft red hair tied up in a high ponytail.

Rolling my eyes and wondering what made me want to live with these four girls, I received a text from our study group chat for my African American literature class.

Jed: Hey guys! I know you guys wanted to study with the Jedi today, but classes are shockingly cancelled today. So, enjoy your day/weekend and we'll meet up next week sometime. I'll give you the date and time by tonight!

Although it was a good thing because I wouldn't be late anymore, a part of me wanted to see the blonde-haired green-eyed hunk. He was nice to me during class.

"JANA! The whole fucking pack was sitting faced down by the toilet! It was on the floor! Why the fuck are my wipes sitting by the toilet if they're makeup wipes that are supposed to go on your FACE?!" Tiffany shouted as she raised the pack of wipes in Jana's face.

As you can see, Tiffany was the bratty princess that you never wanted at your kid's birthday party because she somehow always made it about her. The world revolved around Tiffany 24/7. She never knew how to put her pride aside. Sometimes, you want to give her the benefit of the doubt because she's still young. She's the youngest of all of us but her nasty attitude makes you just want to slap her into next year.

Luckily, we had someone in the house that's tried to do that before. Jessica has been over Tiffany's prissy attitude since we all first met and she will knock her off her pretty little pedestal.

"Back the fuck up, bitch," Jess growled as she slapped Tiffany's hand out of Jana's face. Maybe Jess thought that Tiffany was about to touch her girlfriend so she got into defense mode. Jessica's always been in defense mode though. Ready to fight whenever she could.

"Oh please. Like I really want to touch your pussy patter over there. You all make me sick, you gross imbeciles," Tiffany said as she marched in her heels back into the bathroom to primp herself. There was no need for her to do that anymore since our classes were cancelled. At the same time, Tiffany was the type of girl to dress herself up just to walk around the house. Talk about a waste of makeup.

"Carmon, get your sister before I really make her cry," Jess said as she stormed off around me and into her and Jana's room. Slamming the door behind her, my body jumped a bit. Once she was angry, there was no standing in her way. If you even dared to, be prepared to feel her hardcore wrath.

"I have nothing to do with that. She's 18 now so she can handle herself. Anyway, I'm off to an interview. Wish me luck," Carmon spoke in her purple cocktail dress that barely covered her knees and her purple heels. That was practically her dress code. She says that it makes her feel sensual and mysterious. She didn't want to admit it, but her and Tiffany were so different but the same.

"Wait, Carmon. Cover your chest," I said motioning for her to fix her low V-neck as if she were really going to fix the dress. She looked at me with a look as if I were joking then laughed at my suggestion while walking out of the apartment with her keys and purse in hand.

Carmon was the promiscuous girl out of all of us. She was the maneater if you will. She'd get a man, tease them, chew them up, and spit them out. She's made plenty of men fall in love with her and knew how to cut that connection short whenever that happened. Basically, she didn't mind screwing with men...and women. She was a freak and could care less about what others had to say about her lustful tendencies. This busty woman has done it all. From having a full-on girls' orgy to getting a train ran on her. She's been around town and wouldn't mind going around it again.

"Rena, you shouldn't even try with her. You know that's what she's using to get the job. It pays a lot of money and she doesn't have much going for herself besides that. Keep that in mind and just let it happen because I like seeing it. Alright, I'm off to bed," Jana said as she walked towards her room with the peace sign up.

"Jana, it's like 11 in the-"

"Don't care. I'm still tired," Jana said as she entered the bedroom and shut the door.

Jana was the laziest one of all of us. During the day, she slept her day away unless she had to go to her internship with the local newspaper. That was only for like two days out of the week though. The nightlife was where you would find Jana mixing music as a club DJ and a party person. Her Instagram tells it all. No wonder she loves sloths, right? I thought she had a sleeping problem, but she's just lazy and it annoys Jess so much.

However, she knows how to bring the positive energy back into the house. She makes sure that the vibes in here are not too hectic and she studies the flow of energy around the house. Jana was somewhat like the peacemaker around here.

Anyway, as soon as I grabbed a large bag of potato chips, I was frightened by the little weasel that was my goddaughter. "Auntie Rena! Now, you know you can't have chips right now? We just had breakfast! You know what Mommy always says?"

"I know. I know. 'It's not good to eat every couple of minutes, Rena. You gotta let your food digest'. Am I right?" I mocked my dirty roommate as Raina took the bag of chips from my hands and climbed onto the counter to put them away.

"You are so right, Auntie Rena. I'm proud of you. Mommy says that she doesn't like to see you so big because it brings you down. So, you can't have no more chips, Auntie Rena. Okay?" she spoke as she hopped off the counter and watched me.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed to myself. There was no class and the kids were on spring break so Raina had no school. There was nothing else for this little girl to do. She had too much time on her hands. And what happens when there's too much time on your hands? You eat.

No? Just me? Okay.

Somehow, Raina was on food patrol but I knew how to get my way and to distract her from my eating habits somehow.

"Hey, Raina. You do realize that I didn't get to eat my cereal, right? Somehow, my head fell into the bowl of cheerios," I reminded her while opening the freezer for two special things that she'd definitely want to eat. At this point, it was about 11:45 and almost lunch time.

"But you still ate some cereal, Auntie Rena. So, how did you fall asleep in your bowl of cereal?" Raina asked with her tiny hands on her hips and her grey eyes on me with curiosity.

Pulling out the waffles and ice cream, my eyes widened in shock as she looked at the foods in my hand. "Well, a dream took over my mind," I responded preparing one of my favorite breakfast meals that my little goddaughter knew nothing about. One thing that she loves is ice cream.

"Well, what did you dream about in a bowl of cereal?! Did you get powers from the milk?!" Raina asked in excitement as she stood on a small ladder and watched as I toasted the waffles. At that point, she didn't care if my hungry ass was making more food. She just wanted some. That's how you know she wanted more by making conversation with you.

Once she asked that, I thought about it myself. It all started with a bite of my mixed berry Cheerios and a conversation about Carmon's recent sexual adventure that happened a few nights ago. After that, I couldn't remember how my head got into the bowl. Of course, I couldn't tell Raina that though.

"Yeah, it was about me having powers. Speaking of powers, would you like some powers of your own?" I asked with a smile on my face as she watched me spread ice cream on one of the waffles. Jumping up and down in eagerness, she nodded her head as well.

"Well, to get powers, you have to make a waffle ice cream sandwich. Would you make one with me?" I asked with a smile on my face. She smiled back at me and nodded her head rigorously and that's how Rena got to eat her full breakfast. This was going to be a long weekend with this nosey brat.