"Hey, wake up."
"Huh?" I stirred finding myself face down on Jaquan's mattress with a blanket draped over my naked body.
"Come on get up and eat." Rashida was standing there wrapped in a plush fleece house robe. She was holding a plate of breakfast food that smelled incredible as I shook the sleep from my eyes.
"Uhm, did we like, finish?"
"Sorry, but you dropped off a few minutes after." She didn't look overly upset about it, but I was embarrassed at what I considered poor performance. I sat up covering my lower half with the blanket as Rashida put the plate in my lap fishing out a fork and spoon. She even went so far as to put a sausage link in my mouth.
"Shit, I can believe I missed out on that; you looked incredible last night."
"Hey daddy, it ain't no one time thing, okay?" She opened the robe flashing the bodysuit underneath closing it quickly chuckling as she tightened the sash around her narrow waist.
"Maybe?"
"No, I've gotta run a few errands this morning including grocery shopping; I thought about asking you to be my pack mule, but uh, you probably should hang out here." She stuffed her hands in her pockets smiling encouragingly at me.
"Well, can you keep that on all day?"
"I'm not going grocery shopping in this; are you crazy negro?!! "
"I was thinking maybe you could go the Clark Kent route and wear it underneath your clothes; I'm so fucking inspired right now and you said you wanted me to make you even more internet famous, didn't you? I'm just getting you primed for the pump Rashida."
"Oh yeah, well this looks like it's ready for a pump or two; but I've gotta take care of some things and you've got business."
"What business?"
"EAT!" My plate consisted of some pancakes, cheese eggs, sausage links and a small bowl of grits. Rashida had gone the whole nine yards this morning getting a knee up on the mattress spooning some butter sweetened grits into my mouth.
She was taking care of me with this heartened look on her face that read friendship and nothing more.
"Hey, about last night..."
"We can talk about it later; right now, I want you to eat while I get dressed. And don't get any funny ideas about running in on me in the shower because I'm locking that door fool. If you want, I'll wear this again later, or I could let you pick something nice out for me after you do my laundry.
"Laundry?!"
"Yeah nigga, you gonna do my laundry today and while you're at it, I think the least you can do is your cousin's laundry too. That shit might help you sidestep that foot up your ass for messing up his furniture."
"Aw man Rashida." She chuckled spooning more grits into my mouth as she slid off the edge of the bed.
"Don't you turn that fucking gaming pc on until the first load is in the wash; the basket is just inside Daisy's door with some liquid detergent on top of my clothes. Just use that because the other stuff makes my skin itch. Don't mess this up." She truly sounded like a mother making me chuckled to myself as I ate.
"Rashida, I've got a first load for you." I half joked.
"Stop fishing; I'm gonna have to stop spoiling you with the buns."
"Well can I get a peek before you go baby?"
Rashida returned a dead stare then relented undoing her sash flashing her body for a moment. I noticed one of her exposed breasts in that brief instant getting rock hard. Her brown eyes flashed at the tent in the blanket covering my nudity. She quickly covered up grabbing the doorknob.
"Five minutes."
"NO!" I was hit in the face with my sweat pants which had been hanging on the hook behind the door. Rashida closed the bedroom door with a chuckle as I batted away the pants covering my face. I took a few bits of egg and a portion of pancake processing things.
"You little minx." I commented eating waiting until she was good and lathered up listening to the shower full blast.
My android had been placed on the side table plugged into the new lamp Rashida bought my cousin after smashing the old one to smithereens. My phone was flashing with a message which turned out to be a new video sent during the night at some point.
Zoya sent a second video clip which told the tale of her momentous night with my cousin in more detail. She was seen in my cousin's lap nude other than a brassiere. Jaquan looked equal parts horrified and enraptured as she beat his back out against the passenger seat of her husband's Tesla.
I'd really put the dogs on my cousin watching her perfect fifty inches bouncing, popping, and maniacally grinding him so hard, the brother was almost pushed into the back seat. The accredited scholar and professor looked nothing of the sort drenched in perspiration.
"Oh yeah." I set my plate aside hopping out of bed with the intent of railing the snot out of Rashida in that shower. I was so hard; my cock was pointed out in front of my body like a flagpole.
"Fuck." The door was locked. Rashida didn't make a peep from the other side probably still washing up.
I was instantly distracted by the sound of loud blubbery snoring coming from the living room.
I peered around the corner finding my cousin's feet hanging off the one end of his new couch as my heart leapt into my throat. Now I understood why Rashida said I'd have to stay behind because it seemed the chickens had come home to roost in the form of my prone unconscious cousin Jaquan.
One peculiar detail was that one of his shoes was missing along with the sock.
"Oh fuck me man." I mumbled under my breath retreating to his bedroom to retrieve my phone and an insurance policy on my immediate health. I got into my clothing sort of on the fence between hashing things out or getting an Uber home.
"Still wanna fuck around daddy?" Rashida opened the bathroom wearing an aviator jumpsuit fitted to her curves.
"Be quiet, let him sleep." I shushed her getting my hand batted away when I tried to press a finger to her lips.
I tiptoed out into the living room phone in hand taking stock of the situation.
Jaquan was sprawled out spread eagle with one foot on the floor, the foot that had the shoe on while his bare foot was propped up on the wall. His shirt had some visible tears in it exposing parts of his chest with a portion of his pec exposed. His neck was a mess of hickeys and much to my chagrin, I detected some sort of salty odor likening it to saliva.
"Check that out daddy." Rashida whispered into my ear.
The fly on his pants was mangled with portions of his boxers underneath showing and dare I say, his junk as well. There was a story there I didn't want to know as I found myself looking at the exposed foot. There was pink nail polish on it. Rashida chuckled in my ear, pressed against my back.
"Fuck is wrong with you?" I whispered back.
"I think its funny."
