For the Night (Sun)

by Rae Lyse

“Flirting is about curiosity. It’s about the possibility this new man might satisfy something inside of you I can’t. Maybe you think this random dude you met is a bigger catch, or maybe you just flirting to learn something about yourself or your man—like if he’ll start realizing you can’t control another man’s eyes... or how sexy you are.” His cheek lifted as if he could see all the screaming matches and pointed fingers between her and Trey. “It doesn’t matter the reason, though. It all gets handled the same way.”

“I just fuck the curiosity out of her when we get home.” Another “how” got caught in her throat.

“I told you I was the cat whisperer. Now I gotta housebreak her, too. Bet Trey ain’t never even did that shit.”

“You better not get me another anything unless you pay for it.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry I don’t know the ins and outs of all your illegal proclivities.”

He looked up at her. “I’m old enough for you if that’s what you tryna ask.”

She is.

“Gimme a kiss.”

He could make the purring between her legs stop. He could make her tighten up when they were around other men, he could make her shoulders light, he could make her stop asking so many questions, he could make her stop drafting those emails to Principal⁠—

“Go get in,” he muttered to her. “I ain’t gon’ be much longer.”

“You know, if we gon’ be in this whole parent-teacher relationship, you gotta have more faith in me. I don’t do nothing to provoke people.” He looked up, smiling. “You always thinking the worst of me.”

That’s just my lil’ munchkin, my sidekick, my right hand, no matter what tricks her mama try to pull, you know?”

“It’s enough room in there for me?” She stretched an arm out in the massive, empty pool. “The world is yours, baby boy.”

He didn’t give her enough time to study the bulge in his black briefs before he took off in a sprint and canonballed his way into the pool beside her.

Oh, you fucked somebody there?” She giggled again, splashing a handful of water at him. “Shut up. I don’t kiss and tell.” “Not even to me? Come on...it’s me.”

“Fuck love. Is that clear enough for you?”

“On the second day of school, you said you needed somebody to remind you how to live,” he muttered. “So I accepted the job.”

Somebody once told her falling in love was a lot like swimming.

“The nigga is insecure, and he eats cheese. On God, you got terrible ass taste in men.”

A pretty girl with a brilliant mind is a lot more dangerous than me, you know that, right?”

“Can you stop studying my vagina while I’m truth or daring?” She giggled, nudging his head away. “Why? It’s pretty.”

“First of all, I ain’t had a wax in God knows when. Ain’t nothing pretty about the situation I got going on down there.” The “situation” wasn’t shit but a few coarse curls that waved at him from between

“You’re such a strange ass thieving lil’ bo⁠—” His mouth covered her pussy without warning. He swallowed her stupid ass theories about him being too young, too strange, and too close to her job for him to taste her.

He pulled away, hovering over her slick mound. “Shit, I can do whatever I want. The world is mine, remember? You said that.”

He recognized that shake and euphoric look on her face. It’d been a minute since a man ate her pussy and meant it.

He suckled on her thigh, talking around her flesh. “You knew I was trouble when you replied to my text, Ms. Thibodeaux. Don’t play stupid. Truth or dare?”

“How you thought the game was supposed to end?” “I don’t know.” She sighed, arching her back toward the moon. “I don’t know.

“Why, why, why.” He laughed. “Why you taste so good? Why you always talking so much shit to me? Why you thought it’d be us for the night and I wouldn’t taste you? Why you asking so many goddamn questions instead of enjoying this?”

He shook his head and stopped torturing himself with her problems because that’s what they were…hers.

“I told you not to have me in no shit. I told you.”

“Stop,” he gritted out. “Be still.” “I can’t... oh my… Ant!”

“Because the real objective for the night is for you to cum over and over again, Ms. Thibodeaux. That’s why.”

Fuck, he didn’t even kiss her. Shit, he didn’t even fuck her. He had the self-restraint of Jesus and it made her brain foggier because he didn’t even ask her for it like most other men would have.

“You always so poetic when you riding nigga’s faces?” he asked. “Or you just that way for me?”

🥹🥹

“Why won’t you just go bail the girl out?” She sighed, tossing her legs over his face. “Why you care so much about another woman when you with me?”

“I’m tryna make you cum one last time and you worried about DeeDee? Lying, trifling ass DeeDee? Still being Officer Thibodeaux, huh?” he murmured, digging his nails into her ass.

“Fuck Deeanna,” he gritted out, biting her inner thigh. “She knew what would happen when she had the cops call me to pick up our kid while she sat in handcuffs at Phipps for swiping other people’s cards. I done did some shit, but I ain’t never did anything when my baby was with me.”

You…you can’t drive your baby around in a stolen car and get mad at her fo⁠—” “Mind your business.”

“The world ain’t Ms. Thibodeaux’s classroom. It’s mine.”

“You satisfied now?” he asked. “Satisfied about what?” “Now you know too much about me and Munch.”

“There’s something else going on at home with Tori. I think you ought to read this.”

Now Venus

“That girl got your mind going in a million different ways,” Zeke would say, shaking his head. “Have you really thought about this shit?”

“And what? You broke up with me, Ms. Thibodeaux, yet you still on my phone telling me to share my opinion with you about something that’s over with. Didn’t you call me from the school phone like you ain’t have my phone number? What you want me to say?” he murmured huskily.

Did it ever occur to you I don’t put my mouth on every pussy I come across?”

“Anthony?” she whispered, interrupting their back and forth. “I’m here, Venus.”

“I’mma send you my location. Come get me and we’ll talk about whatever you wanna talk about,” he muttered, hanging up.

“This is why I need to be dealing with a grown ass boring man with no baggage, no crazy baby mamas or pending court dates.”

Where do I go from here?” “That’s a figurative question or a literal one?”

“I’m letting a lil’ boy that won’t even kiss me because he’s too afraid of real intimacy get under my skin and call me childish? What the fuck is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself.

“What did you just say?” “You heard what I said. You sitting right next to me.” “Yeah, but I want you to repeat it and stand on it.” “Oh, please. Go somewhere with tha⁠—”

“You should watch what you say. You don’t even know what you talking about.”

“That’s the problem! You won’t let me know and then you let me get blindsided! I gotta beg to know shit and sometimes I even wonder why I care so much!” Sometimes he did too.