The All-American Jerk

I took a sip of my warm Vanilla Latte that I had purchased from Starbucks a few moments ago, as I sat on my stool near the cash register. I looked out the big glass windows at people outside that were laughing and talking as they held their shopping bags. I had just opened my boutique, called Fragrance & Things and it was an extremely busy morning. For some reason when people found out local restaurants were giving out freebies they all dispersed to those restaurants to get the free food they were handing out. That’s how you know you’re living in America when everybody runs to free food, that’s a great genocide tactic, but let me not even say that aloud or people may get ideas. I stared at my chocolate covered cupcake that I had picked up from DuPont Cafe and was wondering how many calories that may have been. What the hell, I did a 5k run this morning I deserve this shit. I licked the chocolate icing off of the top slowly, as I was about to take the biggest bite of the soft cupcake a customer came in. I wanted to scream. I put the cupcake down to assist the customer. 

As I got up, I paused. There he goes, Terrance Bradshaw. He was the All-American varsity football player. He was the most popular football player that so happen to be great in academics too. This guy used to make a joke out of me in school. The biggest fucking jerk I ever met in my life. He gave me hell in High School and College, but here this fool was in my store. His caramel skin shined from the sun and his close hair cut looked like he had one of Diddy’s barbers gave him the world’s most expensive hair cut. His tall frame walked around the store browsing. His wore dark blue fitted jeans and a dark brown Armani sweater. He was reading the back of one of the Shea butter moisturizer creams that I had on the shelf. He walked over to the counter with that award-winning smile. 

“These looks like good products. I need these to keep my skin looking healthy.” He looked at her and paused. “You look familiar, like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“Is that so?” I took a sip from my latte. 

“Did we used to date? Judging by the look you giving me right now, I think I must have treated you bad. If so, I’m sorry that was the old me.” 

The look of anger flashed upon my face. “No. I didn’t date you.” 

He put the products on the counter and folded up his arms. “Then where do I know you from? You look so familiar.” 

“My name is London Little. We went to high school and college together. I was wishing you got rejected from the college I applied to, but that wish never came true.” 

A look of surprise was on his face. He looked at her beautiful bronze skin and her model framed body. She was absolutely sexy. “I had no idea that was you.” 

“Yeah well let’s just say, I lost weight over the years. Remember when you used to say, nothing is Little about London.” She stood up and turned around in her tight skinny jeans. “Well, things have changed.” 

“I apologize about that; I was a jerk back then. I have grown up a lot though, I’ve changed.”

“Yeah well, it hurt my feelings.” 

“Well I want you to forgive me, I am different now.” 

I crossed my arms. “I forgive you.” I looked to see if any more customers were going to approach my store. “Well, I was thinking about closing the store for about two hours so I can eat my lunch in the back here, I brought a pot of jambalaya. Did you want to eat lunch with me?”

“Sure, I was about to go to one of those restaurants that were giving away a free meal with a purchase of an appetizer, you know they are celebrating the grand opening of their restaurant.” 

“Well my Aunt made this big pot of jambalaya and she got the ingredients straight from Louisiana, so I know you not about to pass up on this.” 

“I am hungry as a hostage. Yeah lock up shop.” 

I locked the doors and turned the closed sign around. I walked towards the back of the store in my lounge area and Terrance followed. We ate the spice jambalaya and I laughed at him struggling to find some water. After we ate we sat on the couch together and talked about what we been up to since College. He told me that he was a model for different designers. That was the last thing that I would have thought he would end up doing after college. He said he was only interested in football for the attention of the ladies and his father.

 The room fell quiet and he began to kiss on my neck. I never thought Terrance of all people would be kissing up on me. His lips moved from my neck to my full lips. He sucked on the bottom of my lip and slipped his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues began to dance together as my nipples began to show through my silk shirt. I put my hand inside of his jeans as his manhood awakened. He took off his shirt and took off mines. He began to lick slowly around my nipples and began to suck on them. He pushed them together and kissed them like they were his most prized possessions. I moaned and pushed his head down. He took off my jeans and began to tantalize my garden of wetness with his warm tongue. My back arched from the pure pleasure his tongue began to give me. I moaned as his tongue dove deeper into my sweetness. He took off his jeans and got his gold & black wrapper of armor, and began to enter my wetness slowly. I moaned with each stroke that he gave me. 

I rolled from under him and pushed him onto the couch. I kissed his lips and kissed down to his neck. I straddled myself on top of him and begin to ride him slowly. He grabbed onto my hips as we grinded together. I leaned back as I rode him faster. I moaned from the pleasure that I was getting. He groaned as I went rode him faster. We came together as I collapsed onto the couch. We began to breathe heavily. I wiped the sweat from my face. 

“I can’t believe I fucked the all american jerk.” 

They both laughed and went for another round. 

©2011 LAVON HAYES