Lemon

Chapter 7

Sheeba

"My ears are burning," I intruded on their conversation. They both jumped as I walked in the room. I went straight to Steele, wrapping myself up in his arms. Peace flooded me. I'd been fretting all day about where we were headed. His admission to his cousin both broke my heart for him and reassured me that he was as unsure as I was about this relationship

"Go out with me," he yelled as I nuzzled his chest.

"Um… okay. Where?"

"I don't know," he said, looking uncomfortable. It was cute.

"Well, there's the movie theater down the street from the hospital. We could pick a movie. Or," I cleared my throat as my voice cracked. "We could try and find a club and go dancing." I felt a little self-conscious. It was clear which option I was more comfortable with, but I was trying to compromise, knowing that clubbing was probably something that he was used to. The warm smile on his face told me that he understood what I was doing.

"How about we head to that gastro pub by the gas station and go from there," he asked with much more confidence than I felt.

"Okay," I giggled, hiding in his broad chest. He chuckled and lifted my face with one wonderfully callused finger under my chin. Grateful as fuck that I woke early to get my workout out of the way, I swallowed hard, staring at his perfect lips. Just before he could oblige me, a throat cleared, reminding me that we weren't alone.

"You guys should check out Murmur Evolv'd," Shania suggested as she entered the room to assess Simeon. "It's a fun spot. The girls and I go there often. It doesn't open until 2100 and it's got a 'dress to impress' dress code, but between the two of you, I'm sure you can get in."

"Oh, cool! Should we go… I don't know… change or something?" He pursed those perfect lips of his, then smiled at me sexily which got my heart racing.

"Let's go eat. We can always change later to go clubbing, Babygirl." He held out his hand to me and I'd never felt more like a queen as I nestled my hand in his. We left the room without a backward glance at anyone.

Steele

Sheeba was moaning like a freight train, sitting in my lap and riding my legs like a champ as I stroked her jewel. I loved her bed; it didn't even squeak as we put it to the test. Walter had made an exceptionally sturdy frame for his friend. And the way she was undulating against me while gasping and moaning her enjoyment of our time together… It was a perfect end to our date.

Earlier That Night…

"You having fun with me?" I asked, feeling slightly insecure after three hours at the gastro pub. We'd talked about everything, from our family situations to our food preferences in that time, and I was still in awe of how easy it was to talk to her. We just… Clicked. It couldn't be this easy.

"I would have said something by now if I wasn't," she grinned. "I've had three hours to complain." She dug into her chocolate cake like it was no big deal that she was soothing my fears. I loved that about her. "Oh my gosh, you have to try this cake. I'm pretty sure there's cocaine in the batter!" I took the offered bite and had to admit it was really smooth and creamy, the way that chocolate was supposed to be. Drugs in the mix was her way of saying something was exceptionally good. I'd learned that early on.

"I agree, Babygirl. The cake is amazing. You want an extra piece to take home with you? We should probably get a move on. It's already after six and I know how long it takes females to dress for their dates." She blinked, focusing on me instead of the cake for a moment.

"I wouldn't know. I've never been on a date before," she finally said, resuming her eating.

"For real?"

"Walter and I dated before FaceTime. Computer dating meant just that; you and your computer hanging out for the evening. And we weren't super intimate with each other, so there was no reason to dress fancy or sexy or anything like that." It was her turn to be uncomfortable. "I understand if you don't want to-" I covered her fork hand with mine and smiled at her.

"We should go," I said definitively, guiding her fork to my mouth.

"Hey!" Sheeba laughed, hurrying to finish the slice before I could. We ordered an extra slice and I paid for our meals over her protests. We'd also topped up the gas tank in her car at my insistence. It was nice to pay for a woman who didn't automatically expect it. She'd been unconsciously flexing all week while my family was here. It was only fair.

We each took a shower once we got home, then dressed up for our date. I expected it to take her hours to get ready, but she was dressed inside of thirty minutes. Her hair took the longest time to style and that was mostly because she was using a YouTube video to figure it out. She even dug into some hair jewelry I didn't know she had to accent her braids after plaiting them. She looked so good after finishing that I had to take a picture. The black and white zigzag knee-length skirt complimented her black V-neck shirt. She was wearing a modest-sized silver cross around her neck and silver, dangling star earrings. Her silver hair jewelry was perfect for her outfit, even matching the silver buckle in her knee-high-heeled boots. My Sheeba was 'dressed to impress'. I didn't look too shabby myself in a suit and tie.

We hung out in the living room for over an hour, just cutting up since it wasn't anywhere near nine yet. I truly enjoyed spending time with her and, judging from her big ass smile, she felt the same way about me.

"I want to spend more time with you, Sheeba," I admitted. "I like spending time with you."

"Okay," the woman said happily, beaming. "But your cousins are coming in tomorrow, so…"

"I don't mean, like, excluding my family, boo. I just… I really like hanging out with you on the regular."

"Okay, so… Maybe another date after Sherrod, Seth, and Wesley leave?" I leaned over and snuffed her neck a few times, causing her to giggle and pull away.

"Maybe a couple of dates while they're here." Her smile could have brightened a room.

"W-we should go," she said ruefully. "Navigation says it's a half hour away and we still have to pay for parking and line up to get in. She took a picture of me with a smile and led us out the front door to the car. She didn't work tomorrow, so we had time to party. "Ready?" I answered by slipping her fancy black peacoat jacket on her. She thanked me and grabbed her black purse. It was a good thing we left out so early. Finding parking was a hard task and the line for the club was around the block.

"Good thing those boots of yours are comfortable," I quipped, caressing that dimple that always drove me crazy.

"Oh, I don't bother with footwear that hurts my feet. The blisters are not worth it. And I'm just glad that the heels are cooperating. Gravity is a harsh mistress." I fell out laughing, laughing more when she joined me. I was relaxed as I held her close, and then the line started moving. I expected to have to show off our outfits in the cold or something to get in, but the line moved briskly. We did the coat check and hit the dance floor. Shorti had some endurance! She and I tore up the dance floor for a few hours before I had to go get something to drink. She found us a table while I got a rum and Coke and a couple bottles of water. I ignored the women trying to pick me up as I waited for my order. A few were insulting toward my date, but I ignored them too. Once my order was placed, I paid and looked for my boo.

"Are you going to continue to ignore me?" one of the more annoying and aggressive women demanded, planting herself in my path. I glared at her silently while sucking my teeth in annoyance. "Ooh, I like them feisty! I'm Karen. Come on, let's hit the dance floor." She grabbed my wrist and tried to move me in that direction, but I wouldn't budge. I pushed her hand off of me and continued on to Sheeba. I'd just gotten to the table when who should show up but the bossy chick I'd just rejected? She looked Sheeba over like something she'd just found on the bottom of her shoe before speaking.

"Can you please tell your brother that it's okay to dance with me?" The nurse blinked before going on the offensive.

"I would, but my four brothers are back in Philly. Thanks for the water, baby," she grinned before kissing me soundly. Ole girl looked furious, but I caught the moment that she came up with another ploy.

"You should-"

'You should go away now. You're disturbing the peace of this table," Sheeba said plainly. I had to commend her on taking the direct approach. Hefsiba was not one to play games.

"How dare you-"

"Do you have a developmental delay or something? Stop bothering me and my boyfriend. He turned you down; that means you lose whatever game you were playing. Go find other prey." She stared at Karen as she glared daggers at my girl. But there was nothing more to do after calling her out like that, and the intruder slunk away.

"Damn girl! I wouldn't want to make an enemy of you," I exclaimed.

"You really wouldn't," she said haughtily and turned away. I blinked and she turned back to me and winked. We shared a laugh and I had to wonder how being in love with her could be so easy.

"How… How do…". I was trying to figure out how to express my feelings for her when she covered my hand with hers.

"I know. I feel it too," she said, squeezing my hand before letting it go to whoop at the DJ's mix. We people-watched for an hour or so, but she wasn't vengeful about it. Truthfully it was like hanging out with my cousin, Taylor. She complimented outfits and talked about the energies of the people on the dance floor. It was cute hearing her calling out potential love matches. I listened more than I talked, sipping my drink slowly as I watched her. She bounced along to the music, occasionally singing along. Coming from a family that couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, it was nice hearing her sweet soprano. Suddenly, I wanted to hear her cry out for a different reason.

"You fin ta go?" I asked over the latest song.

"Sure," she shrugged, gathering our things. "Just let me go to the bathroom or it'll be a photo finish once we get home." She smiled at me before heading to the bathroom. I watched her go, which is why I noticed Ole girl and her two friends making a beeline for the bathroom, no doubt to stir up more trouble. Stuffing our bottles of water in my jacket pockets, I moved to cut her off. The last thing I wanted was a fight in the bathroom over me.

"Ooh, girl. You weren't lying! Ole boy got all the Big Dick Energy up in here."

"Where you been hiding your cute little self all night?" another of the ladies asked. They surrounded me, touching me while they talked about me like I wasn't there. Most guys would have found it flattering; I was deeply uncomfortable with the attention.

"Why you tryna start shit with my girl?" I asked Karen directly. She looked embarrassed before answering angrily.

"You know you shouldn't be gettin' that fat girl's hopes up. She ain't worth your time. I'm the one you should be goin home with tonight," she said with a sultry pout on her face that made my stomach roil. She leaned in close and started unbuttoning my jacket, smelling like last week's sweat socks as she did it. I quickly backed out of her space before I hurled. Thankfully, Sheeba was coming out of the bathroom, looking resigned to more trash talk from Ole girl. I peeled yet another hand off my chest as she approached.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby," her friend said, pressing in close. She tried to anyway, but Sheeba squeezed in between us, turning me to face the door.

"Let's go home, babe," she said without bothering to look at my admirers. This got their panties in a twist, but Sheeba didn't seem to care, moving us expertly toward the coat check.

"You holding onto him all tight and shit. Not that I blame you and your fat self, bitch."

"Last I checked, he ain't have his hands tied. He's free to leave with whomever he wants. I just haven't seen him moving in your direction. As for me being a bitch, I prefer W. I. T. C. H., 'cause I am a woman in total control of herself." At Karen's blank look, she smirked. "It's an acronym. Look it up sometime." We turned in our tickets for our coats. People were still trying to get in the club, so it was hard for Ole girl and her crew to bother us, but just before we left, Ole girl got in one final shot.

"You ain't never gon be able to keep him. You too fat." Sheeba stopped dead in her tracks, blocking the entryway. I figured that she'd reached her limit, but the bright smile on her face said otherwise.

"Yeah, I'm a big girl. What's your point? By this time next year, it'll all be gone. Can you say the same about that bad, desperate attitude of yours?" Her opponent started sputtering like a dying engine as those in the entryway 'oohed' and applauded. Sheeba gave it a minute for her to come up with something. Seeing that she couldn't, my woman made brushed her hair over her shoulder and left with a simple 'have a nice life'. I'd never met such a classy lady. And she was all mine. I was suddenly hungry for her.

I waited until we were out in the cold, getting in her car, to say anything.

"How fast can you get us home?" I crooned in her ear as I buckled in. She shuddered, then started the car. The heat kicked in immediately, which I was grateful for.

"You mean, without being pulled over, right?" she said breathlessly as she pulled out of the parking spot. I smiled at her hungrily and noticed that we cruised at a good clip all the way home.

Sheeba

What the hell was 'Big Dick Energy'? The question had been plaguing me all the drive home. Like, was I about to lose my virginity? I fretted the whole ride home and into the house. He kissed my hand and led me up the stairs after he discarded our coats. He turned on the lamp on the dresser before turning to face me with a deep and drugging kiss.

"Take off your underwear," he whispered against my lips. I started shaking but did as he bade me. My shorts came off with them, leaving me in my skirt and nothing else from the waist down.

"Come here," he said firmly, already missing his slippers as he sat against the headboard of the bed with a pillow at his back. Trembling, I approached the bed.

"Steele, I… I'm not…"

"That's right, Babygirl. You're not," he told me confidently. "Now climb into my lap." Seeing that his pants were still on, I obeyed, sitting so that we were both facing forward. He opened his legs up and I automatically hooked my legs around his. "Good girl. Now, enjoy the ride."

"Enjoy-" Suddenly he was opening and closing his legs so that my skirt was flying open and his fingers were under it, stroking my clitoris. I gasped and choked on air. Even though we'd been sleeping in the same bed, we hadn't done more than kiss. This was a huge step in our relationship! But before I could properly freak out about it, a second finger joined the first and I whimpered and forgot what I was thinking about. I don't know how long I was caught up in his spell, moaning and gasping in ecstasy, but I do know that when he stopped, I whimpered in protest.

"I gotchu, boo," he reassured me. "Bend over and get on your hands and knees. I want to taste you." I was drooling and sated after several hard orgasms, so my complete obedience couldn't be held against me. I was on all fours, my skirt my only covering down there, and my glasses perched precariously on the tip of my nose. I couldn't even imagine what I must have looked like. My hairstyle was coming undone, my shirt was coming out of my skirt…

"You look amazing down here, Hefsiba. I've never seen anything so perfect." He was murmuring praise against the back of my thighs as he ran his nose over them. I was trembling, but I couldn't tell for the life of me if it was from anxiety or anticipation. Deft fingers parted my lower lips and I gasped. Then he was on me like a starving man desperate for nourishment and I couldn't help my strangled cries of pleasure. He licked me so good I fell onto my elbows, whimpering for more. And he didn't disappoint. Honestly, if he'd asked for sex or the deed to my house or my firstborn, he would have had it without hesitation. My man was gifted.

By the time he was finished with his thorough examination of my lower body, I was soaked to my knees. There was a puddle of my juices where I usually laid my head to sleep and another puddle from my drooling. But all I could think of was giving him some satisfaction. Apparently, sexual fulfillment made one clumsy. It took an inordinate amount of time to turn myself around to face him. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the 'I just got away with it' look on his face.

"Let's sleep on the sofa bed tonight," he grinned at me. I blinked and nodded, my cheeks on fire. "Come on, Babygirl, smile! I enjoyed that. And judging by the fact that your glasses are gone and the size of this puddle up by my head, I think…" he said, lifting my face to his, "you did too?" I nodded vigorously with a wide, happy grin, still trying to catch my breath. He breathed out in relief and I was surprised that he could feel insecure about that talented tongue of his. Before I could properly question him, he went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and came back with a warm cloth to wipe my face where my saliva was drying on my cheeks. He took the cloth back and warmed it up again.

"Lay down on your back," he instructed me. I did exactly what I was told, just as I had all night. Steele knelt before me on the floor, lifting my skirt to clean my thighs. Was cleaning up supposed to be so sensual? I could feel myself getting excited again as he worked the cloth over my inner thighs. "Girl, unless you want me to give into temptation and have a second helping of your delicious pussy, you'd better stop squirming." That was all it took for me to cum, that and the careless brush of his magic fingers against my clit. I exploded with a cry. When I came back to myself enough to look at him, he looked completely shocked. Then… "Fuck it," he ground out, lifting me off the bed and burying his face in my crotch. I shouted, then moaned, squirming like it was my day job. His face was covered in my essence by the time he was through with me that second time. This time, he had me clean myself up, however clumsily, and change into my night clothes. We ended up sleeping on the carpet in the living room since we were both too tired to bother with the sofa bed. It was surprisingly warm and comfortable snuggled against him.

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