Hello readers,
Thank you all for reading Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story. This is continuation of that story. The character Keisha was introduced briefly in chapter two of that tale, and for some reason I feel compelled to tell her story. I must state that these are fictional characters and exist solely in my imagination.
This is an interracial love story. In this chapter, chapter 2, Dylan and Keisha grow closer.
Thank you, Overstar, for editing this chapter.
Please read it and enjoy. Also I ask that you do not replicate this story without asking. Writing is hard work and I really take it seriously.
IR2R
Keisha was speechless. She believed him. She honestly believed he would try to protect her. But she knew Deshaun. He saw her as his personal property, and he would blame her for whatever befell him. To protect Dylan, Carter, and others that she cared about, she needed to be someplace else when he came home.
She stopped and looked at the man that was her lifeline. He was one of the best people she knew. He gave selflessly, and asked for nothing in return. Keisha loved spending time with him, and she would not have made it through the last week without him.
Dylan Nash was a gem, and she wanted more than anything to spend time being the woman in his life. But she was toxic. He could get hurt, and she would never allow that. So she listened as he spoke, her heart filled with awe at the depth of emotions he expressed.
I wish it were possible, safe to stay here, but Deshaun is crazy. I can't endanger him.
"Dylan, listen, as much as I want to say yes, I know Deshaun Williams. He is sick. He always comes back, and baby...." Keisha whispered. She sat beside him, and he pulled her into his arms. He held her close, loving the feel of her body against his. Keisha exhaled and relaxed. No man should feel this good. "Dylan," she whispered and he kissed her. Keisha was lost in that moment. No matter what else happened, tonight he was hers.
Turning slowly, he covered her body with his deepening the kiss. Keisha responded giving him full access to her body. Dylan lay between her spread thighs and instinctively rubbed his body into hers. Keisha moaned. She was so hot, wet, and ready. He stopped, "I'm sorry. You just buried your mother; I can't take advantage of you." He whispered, extracting himself from her slowly.
"Are you serious right now?" she demanded. This man was driving her insane. She had wanted him for months, and now he decided to play gentleman.
NO!
Reversing their positions, Keisha now sat astride him. She gyrated slowly, luxuriating in the feel of his hard cock pressed so firmly against her. "Baby, please," she whispered. "For once, I want to know what it's like with someone special."
"Keisha, you don't understand. I am falling for you, and if we do this I can't let you go." He inhaled. Keisha froze. She smiled and kissed him once more. "OK, I'll stop." She climbed from his lap and moved across the room. Dylan took a few deep breaths and soon he was back in control. Keisha turned to face him.
"This is the hardest thing I'll ever do Dylan. Leaving you will rip me apart. But if leaving will keep you safe and me alive, then I'll go." She explained. "I just wish..." she stopped trying hard not to cry.
He had to hold her then. He had to comfort her. "Baby, listen. Don't leave right away. Give it a few months. If you stay a few months and I can guarantee that he won't come near you, then you won't have to leave. If you still have doubt, then I'll help you find someplace new, alright." He swore. He knew that if she left, he was going to have to go with her. He would not spend his life without the woman that he grew to care about so much.
Keisha returned his embrace, loving how strong and fluffy that he felt. She closed her eyes and inhaled his masculine scent. She didn't know which cologne he wore, but she knew she'd never forget the fragrance. "OK, now you have an early shift, so home with you." She ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am," Dylan whispered, laughing as he stood to leave.
Keisha held his hand as he walked to her door. Dylan kissed her once more, and whispered, "You won't vanish tonight, right?"
Keisha said, "No, I'll be here tomorrow." Then he left.
Dylan left, and Keisha watched him drive away. She smiled as she thought of him, and then she spied the box of her mother's things on the table. The tears came once again. "Oh Momma," she whispered, as she retrieved a picture she and her mother had made when she was much younger; a picture before Frank, before Deshaun, before life took a turn for the worse.
Dylan drove home, but honestly, he did not want to leave her. She needed him, and he should have stayed. He was going back. He called Carter and told him he was staying with Keisha tonight.
"Way to go big bro, it's about time." Carter teased.
"It's not like that, Carter. I just need..." he stopped.
"Man I was teasing. She needs you, so stay there." Carter explained.
Dylan turned around and went back to her apartment. She had given him her spare key, so he let himself in. His heart breaking as he found her holding a photo of her mother crying her heart out.
"Aw baby, I'm here." He whispered. Keisha moved into his embrace and he held her. She cried and he cried with her. He knew this hurt, because her Mom was her life. "She loved you so much baby. You know that. I know you miss her."
"I miss her so much, Dylan. She was the only person that cared about me. No matter what I did, Momma was there." She sobbed.
"I know, and I know it hurts, but baby, I'm here." He reassured her. They lay on her bed, and he held her close. Eventually, she slept. He didn't. Dylan lay awake, next to Keisha. He watched her sleep listened to her snore softly, and dreamt of the time that he could spend his life with this woman.
The next morning Dylan awoke and made a quick breakfast for the two of them. Keisha awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. "Um, a girl could get used to this." She mumbled as she awoke to find the object of her desire standing in her kitchen wearing his white tee and dark slacks.
"Good morning, beautiful. Hit the shower while I put breakfast out, Ok." he ordered.
