His Blackberry

Shanequa woke up late the next morning, in Will's bed. She stretched out, sniffing his side of the bed curiously. Musky, but good. Will came into the room, with an extra cup of hot chocolate, which he sat down next to Shanequa.

"I could get used to this," Shanequa said, waggling her eyebrows.

"I ... feel bad, what we did," Will said hesitantly, looking down. "Douglas is my nephew, that wasn't a gentlemanly thing to do."

Shanequa eyed him up and down.

"Look, white boy ... baby ..." she said, amending her language, and internally realizing it connoted to some level of want in her. "What's been done to me ain't gentlemanly. Your nephew, good job, good pay ... kept my ass on the pole. His boss ... prominent motherfucker ... your nephew let him keep at it, because I was a commodity to both Douglas and to Moses. That a gentlemanly thing to do?" Will shook his head. Shanequa turned on the TV. All the news was about the chaos in the capital.

"Look at that shit. Even under your nephew, I ain't escaping that. I ain't escaping the pole. I ain't escaping being currency in whatever fucked up games he wants to play. At least here, I'm respected. Here, I don't have to sell shit if I don't want to."

"But ... I can't have kids," Will said, looking away, trying to contain the emotions roiling within her.

"So what? I already got two. If you want more and I want more, we can find people to help out with that, Will. This ain't the 50s." Will sat down on the bed. Shanequa stretched her body out, wearing absolutely nothing, and try as he might, Will couldn't help but ogle her.

"So ... what do you want to do?" he finally asked, haltingly. Shanequa turned off the TV.

"I ain't going back anytime soon. Not sure if I want to get anywhere near upstate. So let me linger. Let's feel this out. And more importantly, come eat this pussy." With that she spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, waxed sex, the clit prominent. Will stared at it, subconsciously licking her lips. Finally, she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to her sex. She could feel his well-kempt mustache and beard tickle her, wrapping her thighs around his head. She placed her hands into his full head of hair, gliding him first to her clit. She felt him suck on it gingerly, then eagerly.

"You don't have a frame of reference, white boy," she said, her assertiveness taking over. "But the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."