Page 14 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles: Brynleigh & A.Z.

Following Brynleigh into the building, I assumed she knew that I wanted to have sex with her.

If she didn’t have sex with me, I wouldn’t mind.

But she was inviting me in at three in the morning after we’d just made out in the car.

She had to know what it was. When we entered the apartment, it was quiet.

The only light was from a night light in the kitchen.

I could see enough to know that the place was decorated nicely, and it was spotless.

Smelled good too. It was crazy how many fine women’s homes I’d been to only to discover that they lived trife as hell.

Hair and nails always done, always fly and smelling good, but house in disarray and chaos.

Some men could overlook it, but I didn’t want pussy from a female that kept a nasty house.

Brynleigh led me into her bedroom. She closed and locked the door before walking into the bathroom that was in her room.

I sat down on the bed and when Brynleigh emerged from the bathroom, before she turned the bathroom light out, I could see that she was only wearing a pair of black, lace panties.

My mouth watered at the sight of her pierced nipples.

Brynleigh was sexy as hell with clothes on, and she looked even better naked.

I stood and pulled my shirt over my head. Then, I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of my shoes simultaneously. While I finished undressing Brynleigh laid on the bed and removed her panties. I covered my body with hers. “You got a condom?”

Brynleigh groaned. “Really, A.Z.? And what the fuck is your name? I’m about to have sex with a man whose name I don’t even know.”

“My name is Azra Matthews,” I chuckled. “And I have one in the car. I didn’t even think about bringing it up. I’ll go get it.” I hated to have to get dressed and go to the car, but I would if it meant sleeping with Brynleigh.

“When is the last time you had unprotected sex?” she questioned.

“When I was in a relationship three years ago.” She twisted her lips and gave me a look like she didn’t believe me. “Swear to God. I haven’t hit anyone raw since Rhia. The chick you just beat silly. What about you?”

“I haven’t had sex period in about a year, and I haven’t had unprotected sex since right after I graduated from high school.”

“So, we’re good then?”

“I guess,” she replied slowly.

I could hear the skepticism in her tone, but I knew I was clean.

Most times, women handed the pussy to me so easily, I didn’t trust them to be STD free nor did I trust that they wouldn’t try to trap me.

Brynleigh could be with a pro athlete, but she was there with me.

I knew she wasn’t a gold digger, and I trusted her word about not having unprotected sex, so nah, I wasn’t walking back to the car for a condom.

I gently sucked her bottom lip before tonguing her down the same way that I did in the car.

Our kiss deepened, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

My tip rested at her opening, and I pushed myself inside of her.

Brynleigh was so tight I moaned into her mouth.

I pushed another inch in, and she sank her nails into my back.

It had definitely been a minute since anyone had penetrated her because Brynleigh’s snugness was damn near on virgin status.

Once I was all the way inside of her, I gave her a moment to adjust to my length and girth before I slowly began to stroke her walls.

I sucked on Brynleigh’s neck as I rocked in and out of her, and she moaned in my ear.

Damn, I had forgotten how good sex without a condom could feel.

Bryn was insanely wet, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

“Damn this shit good,” I whispered as she sucked my earlobe.

I had been taking it easy on her but the way she was sucking on my ear, it made the pace of my strokes intensify. Brynleigh locked her legs around my waist, closed her eyes, and arched her back. Carefully, I grazed my tongue over her newly pierced nipples, and her body jerked.

“Oh my God,” she moaned as I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.

“I want this good ass pussy from the back,” I grunted.

I wasn’t sure what I said that turned her on, but Brynleigh attacked my mouth hungrily.

She kissed me like a woman starved for affection.

The kiss was hard, deep, sloppy, passionate.

When her pussy began to contract on my dick, and she moaned into my mouth, I almost lost it.

Her body jerked, and her hips raised a bit as she came.

Sucking on her neck like a blood thirsty vampire, I let her ride out the waves of her orgasm before I pulled out of her and waited for her to turn over.

Brynleigh got on all fours and put the perfect arch in her back.

She was so sexy. Smacking her ass cheek, I bit my bottom lip before pushing back into her.

I placed my arm around Brynleigh’s neck and put her in a headlock before fucking her savagely.

I was pumping in and out of her so fast, her moans were coming out choppy.

I placed my mouth on her ear. “Go on your little date with Deonte, but he better not get any of this pussy. You got that?”

“Ummhmm.”

“Ummhmm what? Say that shit.”

“He can’t get this pussy,” she moaned.

Tightening my grip, I fucked her harder until we were coming together. My heart raced as I pulled out of Brynleigh. That was the best orgasm I’d had in a long time. We had to be on the same page, because she collapsed on the bed making me laugh. “I can’t move,” she mumbled.

Smacking her ass cheek, I laughed before kissing her on the shoulder. “You have to get up and lock the door. Unless you want me to stay.”

“You can stay,” she mumbled with her eyes closed.

Shit, she didn’t have to tell me twice.

My dumb ass asked Brynleigh when her date was, and she told me.

Therefore, I spent the next afternoon in a bad mood because I knew she was out on a date with Deonte.

I couldn’t even be too happy that I’d sexed her twice because if he really wanted the pussy he’d put in work it and not give up if he didn’t get lucky on the first date.

If I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, it didn’t make sense to be jealous.

Really, Brynleigh could do what she wanted.

At least, that was what my brain was saying.

My brain and ego weren’t on the same page.

Despite the fact that my thoughts drifted to Brynleigh and what she was doing on her date every thirty minutes or so, I managed to get some studying done.

When my phone rang, and I saw that my mother was calling, I groaned.

I even contemplated not answering. I wasn’t in the mood for Ayana Matthews and all of her theatrics.

If I didn’t answer, however, she’d just keep calling back, so I knew I might as well go ahead and get it over with.

I knew my mother like the back of my hand, and it was about that time for her to start pressing me about the Black and Gold Gala that my fraternity hosted every year.

“Hey ma.” I attempted to sound the opposite of how I felt.

“Azra. Why is Sheila calling me telling me that there’s a video floating around of some girl that you were with that attacked Rhia? What on earth happened?”

My head fell back, and I stared up at the ceiling. For my mother and Rhia’s mother to be such elegant members of high society, they damn sure had gotten an ear full about college drama before the day even got started good.

“I was holding a conversation with someone, and Rhia came over insulting her and being disrespectful. Brynleigh laughed her comments off and attempted to walk away, and Rhia kept going.”

There was a pause, and I knew my mother was waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, she spoke her peace. “Words are just that. Grown women do not fight in the streets like common hoodlums, I don’t care what was said to them. Why are you even holding a conversation with someone like that?”

“I’m not wasting anybody’s time especially not mine explaining why I talk to anyone. I’m an adult.”

“An adult whose future is affected by the choices that he makes. Who you surround yourself with and the decisions you make are crucial. Rhia is headed to law school. To have a video like that out there doesn’t look good even if she is the victim.”

My jaw muscles flexed as I clenched my teeth together in an effort to remain quiet. I was going to let my mother get her sermon off her chest then politely end the conversation.

“Rhia said the girl is a drug dealer?” my mother asked in a tone that showed her disbelief. She spit the words drug dealer out like they tasted bitter.

“Rhia doesn’t know a thing about that woman. Had she minded her business her nose wouldn’t have been leaking. I don’t feel sorry for her. Next topic of conversation please.”

“I know you like to take in strays sometimes, but son, please don’t choose now to be rebellious. You are about to graduate from college, come into a lot of money, and begin your career. Don’t let these hood boogers swoop in and try to claim their spots.”

“No hood boogers just high-class gold diggers. Gotcha,” I replied sarcastically.

“A woman with something going for herself that wants a man with a similar mindset can never be looked upon as a gold digger. There are plenty of women out here with careers that afford them the ability to take care of themselves, and they absolutely should be with men that have just as much but preferably more than them. Tyra is going to be a doctor. You think I want her with a man that makes less than $200,000 a year? That wouldn’t make sense. ”

“You’re absolutely right mom. I couldn’t agree more. Someone’s at the door; I have to go see who it is. I love you.” Not even waiting for a response, I ended the call. That was the type of judgmental bullshit that I didn’t feel like dealing with.