"Can't think about it enough
You know i can't enough
Enough
Enough
Enough
Can't think about it enough
Enough
You know i can't enough
Mmmm
Babe how did this escalate
Your sexiness i can't escape
Will this ever fade away
Babe how did this escalate
Your sexiness i can't escape
Will this ever fade away…"
Emmavie, Feat. Arran – "Oops"
Disa noticed the change in Erik around the time she braided his hair for the first time. She had allowed him to stay in her house for the rest of the summer for three main reasons: he made her feel safe having a man in the house when she came home late at night despite having a security system; he kept the house sparkling clean, and he cooked a hell of a Sunday dinner every week.
The first reason was of great importance. There had been a rash of strange men running up behind women and attacking them when they came home alone. One woman had been killed during a home invasion after she jogged around her own neighborhood. Another attack was a vile attempt to break a woman's door down seconds after she entered her home. Lucky for her, she had her cell phone in her hand and she called the police right away. The third attack was thwarted near some campus housing because the woman had a male roommate who ran outside and chased the predator away. Three different suspects and three different areas in town had Disa concerned, and rightfully so. She kept her key fob jammed inside her palm with the thickest key pointing out like a weapon everywhere she went. Her head was on a swivel and her eyes observed her surroundings.
She knew how to keep her own house clean. However, when she returned from Dubai with Yamilet, the noticeable difference in the pristine polish and shine had her wondering if he called a housekeeping service to tidy up before she arrived home. In her mind, she imagined him having wild parties with Chloe and guys from Chocolate City. She waited for her spacious abode to turn back to its normal self when she resumed living there again, but no, Erik stayed on top of housekeeping duties. It almost seemed compulsive. She also knew how to burn in the kitchen, but he wasn't bad himself and insisted on doing most of the cooking since his schedule was flexible and he was at the house before she was at night.
His presence not only made her home feel safer, but also more delightful. Accustomed to being alone and shambling off to bed on a precise, unchanging schedule, she looked forward to stepping into the front door and smelling delicious aromas floating out of the kitchen. Erik might've made a thick savory stew with rice, or fried up some fish with fried cabbage. Sometimes it was shredded beef tacos with homemade guacamole, or, her favorite… chicken enchiladas with sour cream stuffed with three Mexican kinds of cheese. She made a point of stepping up her housekeeping game so as not to take advantage of his labor, but he always kept on top of it. The only thing she had control over was her bedroom and her bathroom within her bedroom. On Mondays, she typically ate out all day, but on Wednesdays and Saturdays, she prepared their dinners. The rest of the meals he covered at home and that included breakfast. She paid back his culinary prowess with cleaning up the kitchen every time.
One night while stuffing her mouth with salmon croquettes he made, she asked him to stay with her as a roommate. He accepted on the condition that he paid rent, so she threw out a low-ball number he could afford. She would've let him stay for free just to have the meals and a clean house alone. Erik gathered the rest of his things from the dorm when the school year came to a close. On those hard teaching days and drawn-out office hours with students, Disa couldn't wait to catch the bus home and drag herself into a cozy house smelling of home cooking and music. Erik danced around with a spoon in his hand, waiting for her to taste what he had prepared for them. On the nights she wasn't able to be home with him hanging out, Chloe was there. Or a classmate chilling and watching sports.
She had completed a summer school session for incoming freshmen and returned home to find Erik stomping around the house shirtless and wearing long board shorts. He had dripping wet hair that curled down over his eyes. She tossed down her attaché and a stack of library books while he ran his fingers over the mop of hair. He'd gotten the sides shaved low earlier in the day, but for some reason, the barber's style didn't please him once he returned to the house. He stared at her with a cell phone stuck to his ear.
"Can you braid?" he asked.
"I can. What do you need?"
He hung up his cell.
"If you could please do some straight backs?"
She touched the top of his damp 'fro.
"That would look too funny with this low cut. C'mon, I'll hook you up with something."
Grabbing coconut oil, a heavy comb, and some hair clips from her bedroom, Disa had him sit on one of the dining room chairs and set to work braiding an intricate style that she once did for her brothers in high school. Her fingers dipped into the oil, dragged along his scalp, and made magic. She took the ends of his braids and made a little knot at the top. He ran into the guest bathroom in the hall across from his bedroom to look at himself.
"Yo, that's what's up, Disa! Hooked my shit up!"
He changed clothes in his room and came back out in dark slacks and a plum-colored dress shirt.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Hangin' with the fellas at the spot."
"You've been hanging with the fellas more. You and Chloe alright?"
He rolled his eyes. She didn't ask about her again. After that night, the braids must've done something to his dating card because she overheard him talking to other women and he stayed out all night several nights a week. Sadly, she missed coming home to enchanting smells in the kitchen. She had to buy takeout. It was easier to do because he insisted she drive his car so she didn't have to walk home in the dark with weirdos running around following women.
On Sundays, he was always at the house, reading, studying his father's journals, and writing on thick yellow notepads in his room. Once every two weeks, he asked her to re-do his hair, and she did her best to switch up the braiding designs. He was tender-headed, and she had to make sure that her tugs, tucking, and parts with the comb were gentle. It made her laugh to think he couldn't handle what she thought was soft-handed braiding. After a few more braiding sessions, he simmered down and got used to it. As a joke, she bought him a gold star sticker from a card shop and gave it to him as a big boy prize. He curled up his lips in disgust at her teasing, then rolled his eyes.
"I don't act like a baby when you do my hair," he pouted.
"Yes, you do. Sitting there hissing like some annoyed kitten."
"Shut up!"
He flicked his finger against her arm, making her wince.
"Being a bully!"
"I need a light touch, girl."
The braids brought on an additional dimension to him. That's when the hard-partying and heavy drinking started up.
At first, it appeared to be the usual college binges with friends. He still smoked weed nearly every other day, but the heavy drinking had her concerned. Stacks of empty liquor bottles sat piled high in her recycling containers in the yard. He kept his nose in his father's journals, and some nights his mood turned dark. Disa spent a lot of time in her garage playing her drums to let off steam from thinking all day. Her Ph.D. program was ending, and she'd have to get a job soon. M.I.T. had been hinting at a possible opening for a full-time teaching position in her department, but she knew not to trust predominately white institutions with academic careers. A fellowship she wanted fell through and went to someone else. Hollis had met someone new in California and she counted down the days of him cutting her off financially. Without a job, she could probably hold on to the house for a couple of years before having to sell it. This worried her more because her father was about to have surgery on his throat and her family had been rallying around him with financial support. They desperately needed her contribution to keep her father's health insurance premiums paid, along with his housing bills.
Tapping out a slow beat on the high hat while her right foot beat out a tight, loud thump, Disa considered asking Erik to pay a little more rent. He offered to pay one hundred dollars extra the previous week since he was using a lot of electricity with the small freezer he bought and kept in her garage. He tended to buy meat in bulk, and her small fridge had little space for the amount of food he consumed every week. That little extra she could tuck away for her father just in case Hollis banished her funds. Her ex seemed hot for his new love. Mulling it over in her mind, she put off the idea. It was tacky to go back and ask Erik for more money. However, if he offered it again, she would accept.
Her own love life had a bit of brightness. She met a couple online that seemed open to a polyamorous hook-up. She had a date set up with them to meet at a supper club that had a nice jazz set. The three of them had been chatting for a few weeks on zoom calls. The husband was very attractive, and the wife was sexy enough to arouse Disa. They played around verbally together over a private video call that couldn't be recorded. After titillating erotic chats and a bit of show and tell with their body parts, Disa set up an online-only sex session on a night when Erik was away with one of his hook-ups. The silver fox husband let his much younger wife ride his dick while he watched Disa play with her breasts and pussy until he nutted. She liked the way his balls moved when he came. It made her orgasm. The husband complemented Disa on her pretty pussy lips and jerked off while she splayed her vulva wide so he could see the hot glossy pink of her walls. His wife was a cuckquean and sat next to him watching their interaction. Silver fox kept apologizing to his wife in the scripted sex talk they agreed to as a threesome.
"She's making me do this, sweetheart. My dick has a mind of its own."
Disa tried not to laugh at how serious he sounded. His wife crossed her lovely limbs and pretended to be upset, twisting her lips up as she plucked at her own nipples.
"You are so disrespectful, Lonnie. Is she going to make you cum?"
"Yes!"
"Where?"
"All over those big fat titties… oh my God!"
Lonnie shifted his husky body until his sack hung closer to the screen. He played with his tip, trying to entice Disa.
"I didn't say you could nut yet, Lonnie," Disa said with a husky voice.
Lonnie's eyes squeezed shut with a quickness at the sound of her words.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'll try not to cum!"
When he said that, she leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts hang low. She jiggled them with her hands, then rubbed them together seductively. Pouting her lips, she portrayed a woman deeply disappointed in her paramour.
"Lonnie, if you cum before I tell you to, I won't let you see my pussy twitch again."
He bit his lip. His wife fondled his balls.
"Oh shit, Disa, I can't wait to be in your pussy," he moaned.
The man was losing the battle to keep his dick from spitting.
"You want to upset your wife like that? Letting her see you all deep in my wet pussy, Lonnie?"
Disa's voice became breathy. Lonnie's dick was dark, shiny, and extra-wide at the head, just the way she liked. Her pussy beat its own rhythm watching him stroke.
The wife, Jeanette, had the same complexion as Disa, with plum-sized breasts and thick thighs. Wifey fell back on her bed and held her legs in the air as she played with her own shaved pussy. Her folds glistened with her quick finger flicking.
"Lonnie! If you fuck her, you'll make me cum so hard!" Jeanette panted.
The couple sweated buckets. Disa really had them aroused and ready. She gave Lonnie a look as if she didn't know why he was acting the way he did. She was only holding two hefty melons with stiff tips poking out. Disa puckered her lips that were coated with a tinted lip gloss called "Pink Pussy". Her mouth made him groan. She added two fingers between her lips and sucked on her digits as if she had a heavy dick choking her throat.
"You dirty girl," he shouted.
He beat that dick until he shot out stringy ropes that dripped onto their floor. Jeanette screamed and came on her own hand the moment her husband grunted out an intense release while watching Disa play with her tits. She liked how they responded. Lonnie knew how to take directions and Jeanette knew her place as Disa's passive underling. She would be fun to play with in person, especially with Lonnie fucking Disa from behind. They quickly made their in-person date that would end at a nice hotel in an acceptable part of town.
The sexy thoughts had her pumped up to jam on her skins. An hour into playing her drums, Erik stumbled out from inside the house carrying several empty vodka bottles. He dumped them in the overflow container for recyclables.
"Don't give me that look," he grumbled.
He had bags under his eyes.
"I'm not."
"I'm grown. I can drink whatever I want."
"True."
She put her drumsticks away and stepped away from her drum stool.
"I'm cooking pasta tonight," he said.
"I won't be here. I have a date with some people."
"Some people?"
His left eyebrow rose.
"I've been conversating with a couple I like and we're meeting for drinks and music."
"You mean a couple like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"Married."
"You swing like that?"
"I swing all kinda ways, Erik," she said, patting his shoulder and leaving him behind.
He trailed after her.
"Aye, so like you plan on hooking up with them?"
"Nunya—"
"What?"
"Nunya business. Don't you have some women to plow through?"
"How well do you know these people?"
She held out her hand toward him.
"Hi, I'm grown. Have we met?"
She pushed past him and made herself a sandwich in the kitchen. He swaggered in with his hands on his hips.
"You sure it's safe to be meeting like that when all these wild dudes are running around?"
"I've thought it through. That's why we're meeting in a public place to make sure the chemistry gels in person. I can also trust my intuition with how comfortable I am with them."
He frowned.
"Erik, I've done this before. I have a safety system in place with Yamilet and Tatum. What is that face for?"
His eyes dragged over her t-shirt and shorts. Immediately, she became self-conscious. They had reached a stage in their relationship months back that was platonic and full of goodwill in a non-sexual way. Knowing that she was about to get pounded by a married man and his participating wife, Erik's energy changed. There was a smoldering in those eyes. When he noticed she was aware of his carnal desires, he tried to play it off by folding his arms over his chest like he was one of her older brothers.
"You'll drive my car and meet them there?"
"I'll take a Lyft, so I can drink and not drive."
"Disa, I don't know… shit sounds sketchy."
"Erik, how many women have you bedded down the first night you met them, or even when you've just chatted them up a few times over the phone?"
"This ain't got nothing to do with me—"
"Exactly."
She chuckled at him but appreciated his protectiveness.
"Listen. I'm good. Thank you for caring so much."
She padded over to him and kissed him on his cheek. Grabbing her sandwich on a plate, she walked out of the kitchen and headed toward her bedroom. He tugged on her arm to slow her roll.
"Listen, I can be the bigger person and sacrifice myself for the situation."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"If you need some dick, I can take care of that for you. I'm no longer in a relationship with Chloe, and I'm not tied down to anyone right now. You can even pull on my braids if you want—"
She nearly dropped her sandwich from the plate as she burst out laughing at him. The audacity.
"You must be drunk early. Boy, get outta my face with that!"
"I'm serious."
"I'm serious too. You're trippin' right now."
She laughed again, but the heat coming from his deadly stare was not playing with her. Glancing at her wristwatch, she had to keep a tight schedule. Eat her lunch, wash and blow dry her hair, style it, get her make-up done with impeccable skills and arrive at the jazz spot early to find decent parking.
"I got shit to do, Erik."
His top lip moved and his bottom lip lifted it up into a spoiled pout.
"I'ma wait up for you then. Make sure you get back safe."
Disa walked into her room and closed the door.
He was going to feel like the biggest dummy when she stayed out all night. Acting like her daddy.
The fuck?
