"Baby, I'm going to get pregnant." I tried to speak. It came out as many moans.
"Then we'll raise a baby." He replied.
He pulled his dick from inside me. That was probably the best feeling ever. When he squirted inside me, I climaxed too. His cum was so warm, thick, and it was so fucking much. This man is going to impregnate me.
"Okay, we'll raise a baby." I said as I attempted to stand up.
I fail down on his carpet floor. He laughed, this was just like in the bathroom at Harvard. My legs were shaking, when I tried to walk they shut down on me. He looked down at me and laughed.
"Fuck you!" I said rolling my eyes.
"Dick just too vicious." He said through laughter.
I laughed with him, it was even more funny to me because it's true. His dick is far too masculine for my little ass. I'm unable to walk, when I attempted again I fail right back on my ass.
"Shut yo bitch ass up!" I said.
"I'm not going to shut shit up boo." He replied and picked me up.
He took me with him to the shower and cut the warm water on. He put me on my feet and helped me walk like he did before back at Harvard. We paced back and forth together for a moment, then my legs finally stopped quaking on me.
"I love you, Mr. Waters." I said softly.
"I love you, Ms. Castro." He kissed me passionately.
I walked into the shower, he walked in with me. The water was hot, it began steaming soon. He washed my body for me. He poured the body wash on me and rubbed it all over. He squeezed my breast and I washed off his dick. It wasn't hard, but he was hung. He was tall, dark skin, muscular, with a huge cock. This man was built to be a pornstar.
He played with my pussy, as usual I was soaking wet. His fingers slipped inside me easily, he wasn't gentle while he fingered me. I moan until he finally took his fingers from inside me. My pussy was so fucking sore, I didn't want him doing anything else to it until I wasn't anymore.
I cut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry off. After wrapping it around myself, I walked to get clothing from the closet.
"You didn't ask to see Jamila." Darion said as he walked into the closet.
"Fuck, good dick makes you forget important shit." I replied.
He laughed. "She won, so did Tampa."
"I knew she could do it!"
I didn't mean to sound so excited, but I was too happy to hide it. Knowing that Jamila made it to the final filled me with exuberance, I had go congratulate her now.
I grabbed a red dress and tossed it on the bed. I put my panties and bra on quickly, Darion was moving too slow. But I could still tell he was getting dressed to leave with me. He knew I had to go see her, he just needs to hurry up.
"Darion, yo ass going to get left." I said as I put the dress on.
"That dress looks beautiful on you." He said after looking me up and down.
"Thanks baby." I said with a grin.
"No problem baby girl."
"Let's go, I'm ready."
"I love the way you just don't care for what your hair looks like."
"I'm cutting it off this week anyway."
"But it's long and vivacious."
"Thanks, but I already made my mind. Let's go."
I took his hand and forced him to walk with me. I drove us there myself. My adrenaline wouldn't allow me to let Darion drive, instead it wanted to take charge of everything. When we arrived, I speed walked down to the training room. I didn't even take the elevator down like Darion because it took too long.
When I got down, Jamila was my goal. I wanted to give her a big hug, maybe even a kiss again. I wouldn't mind, she's sexy. I would tongue fuck her any time in any place. When I saw her, I hugged her first.
"Jamila! You did it!" I called out loudly, even though we were holding each other.
"Yes, I did do it!" She was just as loud, she's so arrogant.
I rolled my eyes. "Come here."
I kissed her hard, she kissed back. She held me by my waist as I sucked on her tongue. We were kissing for a good minute, until Jaylie broke us up.
"Didn't I tell you bitches no fucking!" She said after pushing Jamila.
"Haters gonna hate Rose, it's all good." Jamila said, then blew me a kiss.
I laughed, I love that girl. Jaylie raised her hand and caught the kiss Jamila blew at me, apparently before it reached me. Then she bald her fist up and destroyed the kiss. I love that girl too.
"Bitch you can't be smashing my damn kisses in yo hands!" Jamila pushed her.
"Bitch you about to get these hands!" Jaylie said as she pushed her back.
"Fuck you and yo hands!"
Sometimes it was hard to tell they were just joking. If you didn't know them personally, you'd think that they were really going to fight. I looked over at the rest of Jamila's group, Parker was going over a plan with them. Jamila must have made a game plan, because she got what she wanted. She's finally got the opportunity to get what she wanted the most, that was to get her chance against Tampa.
I spotted Jordan, he was still with Morgan. Someone else sat with them as well, his skin color was the same as Morgan's. He just seemed too familiar, so I walked over to them despite being pissed at Jordan.
I tapped the man on the shoulder to get his attention. Instantly, I realized who he was and took off his blue hat. I put the Bruin's football hat on my head and hugged Sincere tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Darion texted me, told me to come see you. How are you Rosey Posey?" Sincere replied.
I kissed him on the cheek while still hugging him. I already planned not to let go of him until after our conversation ends.
"Yes! He's a genius! I miss you! How's school?"
"You mean, how's football?"
I pulled my head from his shoulder. "No, I mean how's school."
"I guess school is alright."
"What the fuck? Do you even go to fuckin class?"
"I'm a athlete Rose, the hell I need school for."
Then I let him go completely. "That's stupid Sincere!"
"It's not, it's reality!"
I pushed him. "Ask Morgan, she's a genius. Isn't that stupid Morgiee?"
I turned to Morgan for defense, but she didn't back me up. She wasn't the type to choose a side, not with two people she barely knew at least. I continued on defending my opinion myself.
"Sincere you better take yo damn self to class." I said rolling my eyes.
"Whatever Rose." He rolled his eyes too, how fucking immature.
"Don't fuckin roll your eyes at me!" I smacked his neck.
"But you just rolled yours at me!"
"I'm a girl, I can do that!"
"Your a hypocrite, that's why you can do that!"
"Fuck you!"
He paused for a moment. "I actually had a dream about that last week."
"What the hell?" Jordan said from his seat, then bursted interminably into laughter.
I watched Jordan, he was laughing his ass off. I wasn't very amused, I feel awkward as hell. Sincere is attractive, definitely attractive. But we grew up together. He's like my brother. I've never thought of him sexually and now he's just admitted to dreaming about me. Not only about me, but about having sex with me.
"How fuckin weird.." I finally replied.
"Yeah, I thought it was weird too." Sincere said.
I pushed him by his shoulder. "Stop dreaming about me naked you hoe."
He laughed. "Okay, I'm trying my best. Sometimes it just happens."
"You dream about Natalie too don't you? You just a walking herpes machine."
"No, I only dreamt about you! I don't dream about my sister, that's fucking crazy! I'm not a damn hoe."
"Boy I'm yo damn sister too!"
"No your not! Natalie and I were born from the same parents! You and I were just raised together!"
"Which makes me like you sister!"
"No!" He sighed in frustration.
Jordan was still laughing, to the point tears were in his eye. Morgan tried calming him from laughter, but she failed. I was unexpectedly pulled by my waist from behind.
"So you dream about having sex with Rose?" Darion said as he pulled me into his chest.
"Nah, I was just playin' fam." Sincere said, obviously lying. Then he sat back in his seat.
"Awe you gone turn to a bitch when Waters come?" Jordan said, he looked serious as hell. How did he go from a completely laughter, to serious as hell?
"Shit, this nigga has the power to take my life away. I'm not dreaming bout his girl, definitely ain't admitting to it when he around." Sincere said.
"But you just said-"
"I didn't say nothin, but a thing." Sincere cut Jordan's sentence off, I giggled.
"Whatever Sincere." I said rolling my eyes.
"Jamila's starting." Darion said softly to me.
I peeked back to the bleachers, her team was gone. Jaylie sat with Kristian over there still though. I wanted to go back with them, but decided to wait for the television to come on so I can watch it with Sincere while he's still here. I removed Darion's arms from around me slowly. Then turned around facing him, he kissed me softly. I grabbed a seat and sat next to Sincere.
"Jamila's team isn't even fair." Kristian said from behind me.
"Bitch got the dream team and shit." Jaylie agreed as she pulled up a seat.
They must had gotten bored over there. But I'm glad they came over with us, because our entire squad was together now. Sincere, Kristian, Jaylie, Jordan, Morgan, and I, all watching the last member of our clique Jamila. Even though Sincere wasn't apart of NTAU like us.
Ethan's voice came from the intercom. He congratulated Jamila and Tampa for being the best two leaders in NTAU. Then he wished them good luck and told them to begin.
"So what the hell are they doing?" Sincere asked. "Like how do they win?"
"You win by capturing the leader or shooting everybody on the other team." Kristian explained.
"Yeah, but it's smarter to just shoot the leader when you see them." Jordan added. He hated shooting other people for unnecessary reasons. "It's stupid to just knock people out for nothing when you can just win."
"Maybe people like knocking they ass out with a paintball." Jaylie said with a smile.
"What?" Sincere questioned. "How the hell does a paintball knock you out?"
"There's a substance in the bullet," Morgan breaks her silence. "It's like a newly upgraded chloroform. Except it's high tech, it knocks your ass out by touching you. Those bullets are paintballs, it's colorless. Darion's technology is pretty futuristic, he makes something out of the craziest shit. He's just really imaginative, and he makes him dreams come true."
I understood every word she said, but apparently Sincere was lost in the moment. Everyone understood, he's the only stupid one who didn't get a word she said.
"That's what not going to class does to you." I said to him. "It makes yo ass look stupid next to everyone else."
He rolled his ass. "Fuck off."
"If Jamila was here, she'd be lost as hell like you so don't worry about it." Jaylie said, then she winked at him. "With yo fine ass."
She always caused a few laughs, she's the comedian of the clique. I'm the pretty girl of the squad. Jamila is the boyish girl, who gives absolutely no fucks because she's still sexy as hell. Jordan is the asshole, obviously. Kristian is the quiet one, who'll beat your ass if you cross the line. Morgan is the genius. Sincere, he's the goofball who's not as smart as everyone else. There's always that lost one, he's that guy.
"Don't let her flatter you, you still need to stay in school." I reminded him.
"I'm going to get drafted to the NFL, I don't got time for school." He stood by his word. I really hope he listens to me and stays his ass in school, but it's his life. He can do whatever he chooses, I'll be happy for him regardless.
Jamila and Tampa started about five minutes ago. Already, someone from Jamila's group was shot. Tampa shot that person, then shot down the other four people with him just seconds later. Both Jamile and Zamera were among that Tampa took down alone. She was fast, swift, strong, and lethal.
"She's bold." Jordan spoke. "Her team hasn't even moved."
Tampa must had told her team to sit back and chill, because they've done nothing but stand guard. But they aren't guarding her, Tampa's superciliousness is going to bring her down to failure against Jamila. They're far too skilled to just be trifled with.
"She's stupid, she'll get shot soon. There's no way that can happen again." I said.
"Tampa is a skilled killer Rose, stop underestimating her. Your friend Jamila finished second, that's amazing enough." Darion said.
I glared at him. "Fuck Tampa!"
Tampa moved so quietly and silently, yet so fast. I have no idea where she learned that shit, nor do I give a fuck. I wish I could had just yelled into the television to tell Jamila she was coming, but I couldn't. Instead, I watched Tampa beat my friend. I watched the person I hate most in NTAU, become the best in NTAU.