room.”
They were gone within seconds. Jamika and Mark both knew what was about to go on in the back room. “Well Meek, I guess that leaves us. Do you want another drink?” “Yes,” she replied.
Mark walked over to pour Jamika another glass of premixed, alcoholic eggnog. She watched him as he walked over and handed her the glass. He took a sip of his own, and when he lowered his glass, a thin line of eggnog lined his upper lip. Jamika thought that Mark looked exceptionally handsome, even with the milk mustache. She struggled in her mind to understand why this guy had such a tremendous effect on her.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Mark.
“Why?” asked Jamika.
“Well, you were looking at me in this certain way, and your eyes were sparkling.” “That’s because the light is reflecting in them. I was just looking at your milk mustache.”
“You got so much game girl; more was on your mind than that.”
“Hey, are you going to open your gift?” Jamika slipped up, trying to stop Mark from probing into her thoughts.
“Yeah. What did you get me?”
“See for yourself,” she said, handing him the gift.
Mark tore the paper off like a little five-year-old child would do. “This is what’s up! They’ve got the official NBA seal and everything! You must have paid a fortune for these. I got the perfect jeans to rock with these. You got good taste too. What am I going to do with you?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.
Jamika wanted to respond, “Make me yours,” but decided against it.
“Damn, I’m sorry, Meek. I didn’t get a chance to get you anything, but I—”
“That’s all right,” Jamika cut him off, disappointed. She guessed he must have spent his money on his girlfriend, whoever she was. Mark saw the disappointment in Jamika’s eyes and took her hand. As he removed his hand, Jamika realized that he’d left something in her hand.
She looked down at her hand and Mark said, “For you, Meek. Merry Christmas.”
Jamika lifted her hand to get a closer look at the 14K gold charm and chain. The charm read, “#1 Champion Lover”. Jamika immediately knew that he must have felt guilty and gave it to her, because she couldn’t be his number one lover; they had never been intimate. This time, she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself. “Uh…Mark?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?” he asked.
“How could I be your champion lover, we ain’t never got down like that? Are you sure this is for me?”
“I got it just for you, because I know that you are going to be the best.”
“Going to be the best? What are you talking about?” Jamika said, getting more confused by the minute.
Mark then kissed Jamika deeply. She felt her heart skip a beat, and could not stop kissing him. He licked his tongue across her lips, then down to her neck. He snapped open her shirt, to reveal her full breasts. He took his time, kissing and sucking each nipple. She opened her legs slightly to allow him to lie comfortably on top of her on the narrow couch. She felt him unzipping her jeans, and pulling them down as his tongue did circles in her belly button.
She felt her center thumping and removed his shirt. She was surprised at the moans that were escaping from the excitement of his enticement. He removed her panties in what seemed like one motion. He began to enter her. “Wait!” cried Jamika.
“What’s wrong?” Mark asked, with his face contorted like he was in pain because she stopped him.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
He found his pants on the floor, and reached in the pocket to retrieve a condom. He fumbled to put it on, while biting his lower lip with the anticipation of being inside of her. Finally, he tried to enter her. Jamika tensed up. He felt too big for her, and it was painful. “No Mark, it hurts.”
“Shhh… just relax, Meek. Just relax,” he said.
She tried to relax, but he still felt too big for her. She couldn’t understand. She’d had sex with both
They were gone within seconds. Jamika and Mark both knew what was about to go on in the back room. “Well Meek, I guess that leaves us. Do you want another drink?” “Yes,” she replied.
Mark walked over to pour Jamika another glass of premixed, alcoholic eggnog. She watched him as he walked over and handed her the glass. He took a sip of his own, and when he lowered his glass, a thin line of eggnog lined his upper lip. Jamika thought that Mark looked exceptionally handsome, even with the milk mustache. She struggled in her mind to understand why this guy had such a tremendous effect on her.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Mark.
“Why?” asked Jamika.
“Well, you were looking at me in this certain way, and your eyes were sparkling.” “That’s because the light is reflecting in them. I was just looking at your milk mustache.”
“You got so much game girl; more was on your mind than that.”
“Hey, are you going to open your gift?” Jamika slipped up, trying to stop Mark from probing into her thoughts.
“Yeah. What did you get me?”
“See for yourself,” she said, handing him the gift.
Mark tore the paper off like a little five-year-old child would do. “This is what’s up! They’ve got the official NBA seal and everything! You must have paid a fortune for these. I got the perfect jeans to rock with these. You got good taste too. What am I going to do with you?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.
Jamika wanted to respond, “Make me yours,” but decided against it.
“Damn, I’m sorry, Meek. I didn’t get a chance to get you anything, but I—”
“That’s all right,” Jamika cut him off, disappointed. She guessed he must have spent his money on his girlfriend, whoever she was. Mark saw the disappointment in Jamika’s eyes and took her hand. As he removed his hand, Jamika realized that he’d left something in her hand.
She looked down at her hand and Mark said, “For you, Meek. Merry Christmas.”
Jamika lifted her hand to get a closer look at the 14K gold charm and chain. The charm read, “#1 Champion Lover”. Jamika immediately knew that he must have felt guilty and gave it to her, because she couldn’t be his number one lover; they had never been intimate. This time, she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself. “Uh…Mark?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?” he asked.
“How could I be your champion lover, we ain’t never got down like that? Are you sure this is for me?”
“I got it just for you, because I know that you are going to be the best.”
“Going to be the best? What are you talking about?” Jamika said, getting more confused by the minute.
Mark then kissed Jamika deeply. She felt her heart skip a beat, and could not stop kissing him. He licked his tongue across her lips, then down to her neck. He snapped open her shirt, to reveal her full breasts. He took his time, kissing and sucking each nipple. She opened her legs slightly to allow him to lie comfortably on top of her on the narrow couch. She felt him unzipping her jeans, and pulling them down as his tongue did circles in her belly button.
She felt her center thumping and removed his shirt. She was surprised at the moans that were escaping from the excitement of his enticement. He removed her panties in what seemed like one motion. He began to enter her. “Wait!” cried Jamika.
“What’s wrong?” Mark asked, with his face contorted like he was in pain because she stopped him.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
He found his pants on the floor, and reached in the pocket to retrieve a condom. He fumbled to put it on, while biting his lower lip with the anticipation of being inside of her. Finally, he tried to enter her. Jamika tensed up. He felt too big for her, and it was painful. “No Mark, it hurts.”
“Shhh… just relax, Meek. Just relax,” he said.
She tried to relax, but he still felt too big for her. She couldn’t understand. She’d had sex with both
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