MOIST

JALISA It’s my first day at the University of Miami and I’m thirty minutes late for my Journalism class. “Shit,” I mumble to myself as I walk into the over sized lecture hall. All these rich bitches staring up in my damn face like I don’t belong here. They got their nerve, the only reason they’re here is cause their daddies are rich. My heart is pumping and my panties are moist. Richard gave me a ride to school today but he insisted that we had to stop at his place first. My thoughts are interrupted by this thunderous voice. “You must be JaLisa Wright!” Mrs. Brooks the professor said as I tried to tip toe to an empty seat near the back of the lecture hall. I’m guessing she knew me by name because I’m the only one that didn’t answer when she did roll or I am the only black girl with a ghetto name. “Yes Ma’am, I apologize for being late but I was having car trouble… You have my word that it won’t happen again.” “I’d rather if you not sit in the back row there is an empty seat right here in the front.” She said with a coy smirk. Before I could climb over the white chicks and make it to the front and center seat she had already placed the class syllabus on my new chair. I felt as if I was in grade school but that’s exactly what I get for getting a quickie before class. This syllabus is heavy as shit. Its pages and pages of instructions on what we are going to be doing this semester. Mrs. Brooks turns to the board and begins to talk and write explaining that we need to take sufficient notes and that nothing will be repeated. “There will be groups of two and this will be your partner the remainder of the semester. If your partner decides to drop this class for any reason you are left to carry the load on your own.” “Do I make myself clear?” No one answered out loud we all just nodded in agreement. As the groups started pairing up I fell into a day dream drifting to the thought of Richard with my clit ring between his gold teeth. I don’t know what I see in him, he’s six years younger than I but I’ve never had any other person male or female make my legs shake the way he does. And he’s so romantic my body gets chills just thinking of the way he flips his tongue. This Spanish chick and I are the only one’s that haven’t chosen partners so of course we are stuck with each other. This bitch has much attitude and I am not impressed one bit. She holds out her hand with a vague expression on her face and says, “Hey, my name is Consuela.” “And I’m JaLisa but you already knew that since I came in so late.” “You didn’t miss much just the dos and donts and number one was don’t be late.” “Like I said I had car trouble.” “Uh huh,” she said rolling her eyes. “Okay your first assignment is to do an interview on your partner. The interview needs to be done as if you are a newswriter.” Mrs. Brooks left the lecture hall after that she said she needed to go run off copies of an assignment that we are to do before the next class meets. Consuela pulled out her spiral notebook and said, “Let’s get this over with.” Just as she said that I received a text message on my cell phone from Richard. CAN I C U AFTA CLASS. I quickly type back HELL NO YOU GOT ME IN TROUBLE! My phone starts vibrating again I JUS WANNA EAT IT RAW. My eyes lit up and my panties are moist again. Consuela interrupts my thought process when she asked the first interview question. “Where were you on December 1st?” “What?” “Just answer the question you are the prime suspect in your boy friends murder.” Jokingly I pled the Fifth Amendment. “Okay look if we are going to pass this semester we are going to have to take it seriously my interview is with a young woman that is the prime suspect in her boyfriend’s murder and it is my job to find a motive.” “I…uh was at the hair dresser in the 183rd flea market on December 1st.” I said as I throw my braids over my shoulder. “What time were you there from?” “I was there from nine in the morning till about 2pm I got my braids done and they always take forever to do my braids.” Consuela looked at me and again rolled her eyes. “What’s the name of your stylist? We will have to question her as well?” “Her name is Brea Russell.” “How long have you known your now deceased boy friend Thomas Peterson?” “We’ve dated on and off for the past two years but I met him three years ago at the same flea market where I got my braids done.” “Okay so we have an alibi from the hours of nine to 2pm but where were you once you left the hair salon? According to the autopsy it shows that Mr. Peterson died five hours earlier from the time he was found which would have been at about 4pm.” “Well I…I got my braids done like I said, then I went home. I was tired after all that time in the salon.” Consuela burst out laughing, “Girl you tripping.” When I walked out to the Stanford Circle to wait on the shuttle bus I heard Richard’s horn blowing. I started to hop on the first shuttle that I saw passing by but my body wouldn’t allow me it wanted to finish what we had started earlier. The sun glared off his gold teeth as he reached over to open the passenger door. My clit is starting to pulsate for him. Damn what have I gotten myself into? I really love the way he looks out for me. “I told you not to pick me up!” “Baby you know I had to see you,” he leans back over and kissed me on my neck. “I can’t be late to class anymore Richard that professor was on my ass today!” “Okay love my place or yours?” He is totally ignoring me. He always does this when I let him have it. He is going to have to work extra hard this evening. Instead of going to his place I tell him to take me home and of course I act as if I have an attitude. Richard is sounding like Keith Sweat: “There you go telling me no again.” “Baby please don’t be mad at me. Let me make it up to you.” I walk out of the car and slam the door in his face and he jumps out. He is starting to look vexed but there is nothing he can do. This is just my way of having mind control I know exactly what buttons to push because I am older than he is. He’s used to dealing with these young ass girls that live with their Mamas and have no sense of direction. This time he is dealing with a woman and don’t know what I have planned next. “Richard, look you can come in but you are not staying over tonight I have to be at work early in the morning and don’t have time to be late for that too.” His feelings are hurt but oh well I have to set some boundaries or he will be trying to move into my shit. We walk into my place and the smell of my Glade Plug In hits us in the face. It smells so delicious. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten all day. “Richard, make yourself at home I am going to get comfortable you know where everything is.” He plops down on the sofa and reaches for the remote. I recently had Satellite installed so that seems to take him out of his funk. He goes straight to those damn videos with the hoochies all shaking their asses. “Whateva!” I slam the door to the bathroom behind me. I allow the hot steam from the shower message my entire body. I reach for my Victoria’s Secret Love Spell shower gel and the bottle crashed to the floor. “You alright in there,” he yells. I don’t even reply I take the sponge and massage my shoulders with the lathered sponge. I love this smell. I take the sponge and rub each nipple slowly as they become erect. I feel myself getting moist. I allow the suds to run down my stomach to my pubic hairs and to the front of my thighs…this is so great. I inhale and exhale the aroma of the Love Spell and I know it’s about to be heated Richard loves this stuff. Lifting one leg on the side of the tub I lather it then the other. My shower is almost over but not before I slide my fingers down and rub my clit. I allow the hot steam to run the suds off and my shower is over.