Angelica

I rolled out of the bed and hit the hard, wooden floor with a loud thud. A waft of sweaty gym socks, stale cheese, mold, and sex hit my nostrils as I groggily opened my eyes. The loud tantrums of Bob Marley were coming from the living room, pots and pans clanking as an occasional swear word was thrown around carelessly. My throat burned and I could barely swallow, my groin feeling as if it were on fire. What the hell? I groaned, sitting myself up to meet an unfamiliar territory. I was in a small, cramped bedroom that graced red, yellow, and green paint, shag carpeting in the middle of the room, a small twin-sized bed, crumpled clothing in every corner, and- of course- an over-sized Bob Marley poster on the ceiling. My mind began to race as I tried to figure out what had happened the night before. All I could remember was ignoring Chuckie for the entire two days before I was wisked away to some bar with a few close friends. We did tequila shots, jagger bombs, danced atop of the bar table to raunchy music, and kissed each other for hefty tips from strangers. After that, it goes black. Looking down, I saw that I was fully clothed with the exception of a shirt. I did not know whether to be relieved or concerned. I rubbed my eyes as I stood up, shakily trying to regain my composure. I am used to having hangovers but this one was different, more…delusional. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned man waved to me from the kitchen. Did I know him?

"Angelina, you finally awake, huh?"

I remained silent as I grabbed my blouse, hanging from a lamp shade close to his bed. How the hell did I get here?

"You want any breakfast? I made pancakes, bacon, and grits." He chuckled, I began walking towards him, finally finding my sandals that were in the only clean, abandoned corner. "I know you white folks don't like grits but I thought you could try them for me, aye?"

"It's Angelica."

"Oh, sorry" he smiled. "Thought you were the white woman from last week for a second."

I scoffed. "Not to be rude, but who are you and why am I in your house?"

He laughed and placed a small peck on my lips. I instantly pulled away, wiping any trace of saliva from me. I began to get nervous. "You funny, mon. Come sit with me, aye?"

The man had a strong Jamaican accent. He was about Chuckie's height, kissed with the color of midnight, built like an African deity, and graced a medium-length ponytail filled with dreadlocks that ran down the curve of his spine. He was shirtless and graced only loose-fitting lounge pants that shamelessly pressed against the contours of his rather large erection. My mouth began to water as I followed him to his makeshift living room. He lived in a modest one-bedroom-ish apartment filled with only a single, frumpy looking couch, two wooden chairs, a glass table in the middle of the room with heavy residue of cocaine and marijuana, and, of course, Bob Marley posters filling the brim.

"Seriously, who are you?"

"You mean to tell me you 'ont remember me from de' club?" he frowned. "You were all over me, grinding your hips against me dick and tellin' me how you wanted to suck a big black cock for de' first time."

I blushed a new shade of crimson. I coughed nervously. "Oh."

"Yeah, mon. You were all like horny and begged me to throat fuck you."

I waved my hands dramatically and begged him to stop talking. "Did we…have sex?"

He let out a low growl, irritated with my interrogation. "You really don't remember do ya, white girl?" I shook my head and let in low breath. He smirked and sat down on his frumpy looking couch, beginning to dig into his plate. "Yeah, mon. We fucked, and you liked it."

My heart dropped. No. "You…You are lying!" I screamed, earning an alarmed expression from "Bob Marley". "I am fully clothed."

"We fucked in my truck outside de' club after you sucked me off in the men's washroom. You begged me to do it!"

"No…" I repeated. "I couldn't have…" My head was spinning as my thoughts began to run wild. All my years of keeping it together; keeping my façade intact so no one, not even my beloved could see beyond the mask I had become apart of my identity. Gone. I knew tap-dancing on the fine line of my sex-addiction would eventually get me here but I figured I could stop before it ever got to this point. "I have a boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes. "You? Aye, mon, whatever man has the balls to cuff a whore like you has respect in my book. I wouldn't want my girl doing body shots off random strangers at three in the morning." The word "whore" danced off his lips and made home. It bothered me immensely. Is that how I was perceived ass from those around me?

"My relationship is none of your concern!" I yelled, now fully alarmed. "This can't have happened." I was beginning to lose all sense of my control and felt my psyche slowly begin to wade.

"Well it happened." He said matter-of-factly, standing and beginning to grab me by my arm and escort me to the door. "Get out my house now, aye? The last thing I need is to catch a case from some white girl who is going to cry out some black man raped her."

I got angry and slapped him across his face. "I am not going to do that and I am not racist! My best-friend is black and I have dated men of the African-American persuasion before!"

He stood motionless before he let out a carnivorous howl. I felt my breathing become caught in my throat as he yanked my blouse and brought me to eye-level. His eyes grew strained as his form began to shake out of anger. He twisted the cloth tighter and shook me. "You lucky me mum taught me to never hit a woman, even some white girl like you." He pushed me against the wall and opened his front door, tossing me out. "Like it or not, we slept together and you were too drunk to perform again once I took you to my place. So, I just settled to throat fucking you like you originally wanted." He reached behind the door and threw me a piece of cloth. "There is your evidence, mon."

I watched silently as he slammed the door in my face, still unable to mentally grasp all that just happened in less than ten minutes of finding myself in a strange place with a man that was not my beloved. I looked down and slowly felt the tears begin to stream down my face, my world shattering into encased darkness. I suddenly could not breath, think, live. Staring before me, tauntingly, menacingly were my underwear from the night before, stained with arousal markings, semen, and hints of blood. I curled up into fetal position as I began screaming against the cool texture of the dirty concrete floor. I did not care if I caused a scene or had the police be informed of my predicament; nothing could have been worse than me finding out I finally cheated on my beloved Charles Finster.

Chuckie

"You finish with that outline yet?"

I shook my head, still entranced with my English/Grammar Handwriting book. My fingertips danced across the surface of my keyboard as I effortlessly began writing the conclusion to one of my many essays due this week. I sighed. "You?"

"Yes" there was an exasperated sigh. "Though, I just can't seem to get the right words to say for the essay. It's due Friday."

I chuckled, my eyes still not breaking away from the illuminated screen of my laptop. "Trust me, it'll come easy. This is only your first year; it takes time getting used to."

"Can we take a break?"

I turned around to face her, smiling. "Sure, I don't see why not." I quickly pressed the "Save" icon in my word document and closed my laptop. Last time I did that without saving my computer erased my twenty-page paper about the Italian Renascence. Needless to say, I was infuriated and after about an hour of cussing, throwing everything in my room, and having a tantrum like I was three years old again, I pulled an all-nighter courtesy of Red Bull and three pots of coffee. "We have been at it for two hours."

I watched April happily close her textbooks and plop down against my bed, earning a small, yet loud squeak. I guess Angelica and I really did ruin the frame. That was certainly going to have to come out of my housing deposit. "Finally!"

"Want something to drink?" I offered as I got up from my chair, walking towards my mini-fridge I had in the corner of my room. Roger had a shelf stocked full of beer and some odd Indian curry on the second shelf. I forgot for a brief moment I allowed him to share a fridge with me instead of him having to buy one of his own. I was trying to be a good friend but I often regret my generosity when I find that all my groceries were either eaten or have spoiled due to lack of refrigeration. I sighed. "All I have to offer is some beer. It seems my roommate has taken all of my juice boxes."

April giggled. "You are twenty-one and still drink juice boxes?"

I gave a bashful look as I grabbed two beers, slamming the door with my foot and walking towards the bed. "It's a guilty pleasure of mine."

I watched as she cracked open the opening with her freshly manicured nails and took a sip; her brown, cocoa skin creating a beautiful contrast against the white beer can. She was a mere freshman, a tender age of eighteen and a childhood friend of Suzie's. I agreed to mentor her and show her around campus for her first semester of college after a week of Suzie begging and threatening to beat me if I denied. She was about Angelica's height, graced long, dark artificial locks of Malaysian hair, and was very…shapely; her large busts, thick thighs, wide hips, and round ass making any man on campus turn and grow hard at the very sight of her. Since there were very few African-Americans on campus to begin with, it was hard to forget a pretty young woman such as April. I would have found her attractive, sexually and mentally, as well if I was not helplessly in love and infatuated with Angelica. I sighed.

"What's the matter?"

"Just thinking about my girlfriend." I took a swig of my beer. "I haven't spoken to her in two days and it is really bothering me."

She shot me a sympathetic look, placing a soft hand against my own. "What happened?"

"We got into a…disagreement and she took it the wrong way?"

"What about?"

An eyebrow quickly rose. I took another swig of beer. "I…rather not talk about it if you don't mind. It is a bit personal."

She smiled in understanding. She placed her can atop of my night stand, inching closer to me. "Well, if I was your girlfriend…I would never do anything to hurt you, Chuckie."

"Thank you for that."

She began purring, growing closer. I began to sweat. "Maybe she does not deserve you."

I coughed nervously, clearing my throat. "Maybe we should get back to…"

She cut me off, straddling my lap and pushing me against my wooden headboard. It knocked violently against the wall behind me as the loud crash of my beer can hitting the floor echoed throughout my small room. My eyes grew wide as I watched April begin to undress herself, exposing a pink and green bra, a tattoo of a butterfly on her left shoulder, and a turquoise belly ring. My mind went blank.

"I think we should continue this break, hm?" She threw her sweatshirt onto Roger's side of the room and began to suckle on the conjunction of my neck and shoulder, biting slightly. "I really like you, Chuckie." She whispered, licking my ear. "I have had a crush on you since the moment I set eyes on you at my orientation."

"A-april…ngh!" she licked my weak spot behind my ear; the only spot that could make my entire boy grow numb and my cock hard. Angelica found that spot the night we went off to prom and has yet not ceased to amaze me on what she could do to my body. "I have a girlfriend…"

I felt her begin to palm my aching member through the confinements of my tightening denim jeans. She slowly began to unbutton my them and pull down my zipper. I felt my mouth grow dry. "You haven't been happy with her. I heard from Suzie and a few of your friends in her Philosophy class you and her have been having quite a few issues." She massaged my growing erection through the fabric of my boxers. "A good man such as you should not have to put up with unnecessary bullshit."

My eyes began to flutter as I felt myself loosing control. I began to grip the bed sheets as I felt the cool mist of air hit the tip of my erection. A small, wet lick was placed against me. "April…" I felt myself moan as her hot, wet mouth lower onto my cock, hard sucking following, tongue gently stroking in unison. She began to bob her head and I instinctively thrust deeper down her throat. "Stop…"

"Doesn't look like you want me to." She paused, pulling me all the way out of my boxers. She gazed lovingly at my sex and hungrily began to nibble on my shaft. "You like this, hm?"

Fuck. "April…" I groaned and mentally began to replay images of Angelica in my head. This had to stop. I shoved her away and scurried to my feet, stumbling as I racked against my night stand. I knocked over the lamp Kira had given to me at my going away party. Shaky hands began to fumble with my zipper as I began to compose myself. My heart began to ache and the guilt had finally settled in, "Be gone by the time I get back."

My voice came out stonier than I had wanted but I was a mixture of emotions. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and raced out my room, grabbing my leather jacket. I heard April try and say something but I slammed the door behind me before she could say another word. My hands and feet felt weak and I had a difficult time walking. I could barely zip up my jacket as I was kissed with the cool autumn night air. I glanced at my phone and noticed I had a missed call and a text- both from Angelica. My heart raced.

We need to talk. Please call me when you can- Gelly.

Shit. I was in need of a drink.

A/N: Ok, I am officially back. I just been so busy being caught up with school and work that I almost lost my passion for writing. But don't fret kittens, I won't leave anyone in limbo. I promise to wrap things up with these two soon and I already have a sequel planned. It'll be "T" so everyone can enjoy ^_^

S/N: If I offended anyone, it was not my intent. I know some readers are very fragile and do not take well with some forms of creative expression. Before anyone decides to call the SWAT team, don't forget that I am black myself so hush. Hope you all enjoyed my story. Updates this week

Peace and Blessings, SensuallyPassionate