Hello! To start, this is my very first story but I'm not new to Literotica at all. I've actually been around for a while, just never got around to writing a story. I come to this site very often and I love all the stories I read so I decided that I would try one of my own. I LOVE constructive criticism and I LIVE for feedback. I crave it. I have no idea where this story came from but I was sitting around doing nothing and opened my computer... BAM! I just started typing and this would be the beginning of my thoughts. I hope you guys enjoy it some, I'll be working on further Chapters. Also, I apologize for typing errors, I don't have an editor at the moment so just roll with me here! :)
-ERC
Sielewi- "I don't understand" (Swahili)
Nakupenda- "I love you a lot/ I love you" (Swahili)
*****
It had been going this way for months. She'd call him, he'd answer. She'd ask him to come over, he'd tell her 'after 10 pm'. She'd sulk for a moment and then think about the way his thick cock would fill her as she grabbed onto the sheets in ecstasy. They would engage in a night of passionate, mind-blowing sex and by the end of it, they would both be spent. He, however, would only lie next to her for 10 minutes before he quickly gathered himself and his things, leaving her on the bed in her after-sex bliss with only an 'I'll call you for next time' thrown over his shoulder. It would seem like she'd be tired of this by now, that she'd want something more than just a night of bliss every now and again... But she wasn't. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
"Arabeth, please stop doing this... "
'Fuck, here we go again'.
"You're damn right here we go again.", fuck, had she said that out loud?
"I'm sick of this. Sick of you letting him control you like this. You sit here almost every night, waiting for him to call you or text you or whatever it is he fucking does... "
"Ina, please... "
"Please nothing! Quit this! For your sake and for mine!" Ina had been going on about this for weeks. As her best friend, she knew that Ina was only looking out for her, but did she forget that she was 20? 20 and living the life of someone who was well past her age. She could handle it.
"I can handle it... " Arabeth stated boldly. Ina only rolled her eyes.
It was times like these when she wished that Ina wasn't so intuitive. Ina had a knack for situations like hers. Women who constantly put themselves in a position that was hard to get out of. It may have been that because of Ina's past, she was very perceptive. Arabeth had met Ina during her first semester of college and the two had immediately hit it off. It was like they were long lost sisters. Ina had initially complimented Arabeth on her outfit and told her that she wished she had as much style. Arabeth laughed and they quickly got into a conversation about stores, clothes and make-up. It'd seemed like they were being typical girls until Ina had suggested they go play video games and eat pizza all night.
From then, Arabeth had learned a lot about Ina. Her full name was Catina Ayana Aitken and she'd come from a family of wealth but she was far from what most would consider "stuck-up" or "uppity". Arabeth had to give it to her, for someone to be as beautiful as Ina, she was very humble. Her skin was the color of cinnamon with a tint of honey and her hair was naturally curly with a silky, kinky feel. She wasn't slim by any means but she was built to have all eyes, male or female, rove her body wherever she went. Her breasts were full and her hips were made to give birth to the healthiest of babies. None of this, however, matched her eyes. Her eyes were the iciest of blues, all thanks to her Scottish-American father. Full lips and somewhat thick nose were all thanks to her African mother. Arabeth was easily jealous of her, but she never let it show. Instead, she welcomed her presence and was thankful to have found a friend so quickly.
Ina sighed heavily before plopping down on the bed next to Arabeth. This was getting to be too much. "
Sielewi
... ", Ina began in Swahili, but quickly switched to English, "You're better than this. You're too good for him. You're way too smart, too beautiful and too outgoing to sit around at night and wait for a call that may or may not come.
Nakupenda
Ara, but sometimes you can be really dense."
Arabeth understood it all. She knew what kind of game she was playing and if Ina couldn't accept that, then they'd probably be on one of their cycles of not speaking for a few days.
"I'd better get ready for work." Arabeth said, interrupting the continuing lecture she would have probably received had she chose to stay any longer. Ina watched as Arabeth changed into her work clothes and chewed on her lip as she debated on whether or not to say what was on her mind.
'Fuck it.'
she thought.
"He doesn't love you, ya know... "
Arabeth, who was about to slide on her pants paused and threw Ina a look that said
'if you say one more word, I swear to God I'll kill you'
.
"To hell with this Ara! He doesn't love you. He'll never love you. You're nothing more than a play thing, a quickie when he needs one... for fucks sake, you're a fucking booty call! Christ! Are you so blinded by his dick between your legs that you think he'll ever want to be with you?! He loves her, not you! He'll. Never. Love. You. Ever." Ina finished by hopping up from the bed before Arabeth could even get a word out and walking out of the room.
Why couldn't he love her? She was pretty. Beautiful even. Her cappuccino complexion was smoother than most which only accentuated her expressive facial features. Her round eyes were big and doe like, which made plenty of men and women want to stare at them for hours and they were the deepest shade of brown which only added to their elusiveness. Her nose was small and on the thin side, but still had a decent shape to it which sat right above her not too big, not too small full lips. She was a little on the thicker side but filled out nicely when she wore the right clothing to fit her curves. And her hair. She'd never put any type of chemicals in it which left her all natural and eventually, her hair grew out to just above her shoulders. She hardly preferred straightening it and was mostly satisfied with leaving it in a mass of curls at her neck. It was one of the things that attracted...
'Doesn't even matter.'
she thought to herself and before she realized it, Arabeth felt hot tears dripping down her face. She turned to look at her phone and noticed she hadn't received one call or text from him. This was going to be a long night.
**
"Pump 12, you can go ahead." Arabeth spoke clearly through the microphone before going back to the screen. She'd been at the gas station for only two hours but it'd felt like six. She glanced at the time on the screen, '12:37 am', "Only six more hours to go. Great." she grimaced before sitting back in her chair. Working at the gas station, especially this late, was not something she would wish on her worst enemy. It was slow, tiring and above all, the customers that came in around this time had a way of getting under your skin. They weren't all bad, but most of them were either completely drunk or just all around rude. She was glad that summer break had just started because instead of having to go to class two hours after she got home, she could just go home and sleep.
'Maybe I'll actually finish Orange is the New Black.'
she pondered over this for a moment before she heard the bell bring, signaling the entrance of a customer. No, make that several customers.
'Perfect, just what I need... '
"Bennnnyyyyy... baby can't we go to another gas station?" Arabeth heard the familiar sound of a nasally voice and immediately cringed. It was her. It was
