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[metanoia-ff]

PSA

Finishing the chapter this weekend so expect an update by early next week and a short on Halloween.

[metanoia-ff]

5.2

”Kissing is more intimate than sex….Because it’s just something way deeper than, like, I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s a more personal situation than sex.” -August Alsina

He watched her go from mad to furious within seconds. To keep the peace, he remained quiet. Not a word came from her end either which made him think she was going to explode very soon. They sat just a few yards away from their apartment on campus in the car, waiting for the storm to pass. The rain poured from the sky without any sign of stopping. It caused them to both grow impatient before Solana wanted out.

"God, I can’t wait no more," she huffed, slamming the car door behind.

August twisted his face up in annoyance for her breaking a rule about Aubrey. He hated when people mistreated his ride. In his mind, she was making things worse because she wanted her way. It was typical when she was mad.

He watched her trudge to the front door as quickly as she could, only to see her locked out. She relentlessly banged on the glass doors leading to the lobby without entry before searching her pockets for something.

Then it dawned on August what Solana was missing to get inside—her student ID card. He chuckled to himself while he fished both his and her card from the pocket of his jeans. It slipped his mind that he offered to hold on to them in case she misplaced them like she did a lot of things. He followed suit, abandoning the car and joining her at the front doors. The rain didn’t really bother him, but her attitude did.

"I need to use the bathroom so sometime today would be nice," she expressed with her arms outstretched. "Shoulda let me keep my own damn card."

"Aye, kill all that noise Lana. It’s never that deep ya heard me."

Once he let her inside and handed over the keys to their place, she ran off for the first available elevator. He shook his head while he noticed the small trail of water she left behind. Out came a guy with an iPad in his hand. He introduced himself as a fellow staff member on campus, ready to assist August as the rain seemed to ease up a bit.

Two was always better than one.

In about half the time it took him to pack the car, everything was unloaded in their apartment on the second floor. He thanked the guy for his assistance before taking in his new living quarters with the finishing touches.

The space was contemporary and fit for both of them. There was a living room, kitchen, and two bedrooms joined together by a large bathroom. Courtesy of Solana’s mother, the place was fully furnished. A large couch complete with end tables and lamps, a coffee table, and a huge flat-screen made August feel at home already. There was a desk and a queen sized bed in each of their rooms. All they had to do was unpack and their new lives would be ready to begin.

"I called my mom. Told her we were good," Solana said, approaching her largest suitcase in the living room.

"Want me to help you with–"

"No. I got it. You’ve honestly done enough. I just need a shower."

August raised his hands to indicate that he’d let her win and have her way. “Aight, cool.”

Once she was closed off in her room, he headed for the kitchen to find some food. The cabinets were empty and there was only a few dozen water bottles in the fridge. That damn sure wouldn’t be enough. Especially not for now.

He decided to order from the nearest pizza spot and save the unpacking for later. Since his clothes were still damp, he stripped out of them and only sported his boxer briefs. After emptying his pockets, he settled on the couch with contentment. Despite Solana’s attitude, he was just grateful they had arrived safe and sound. He easily found a game to watch on TV and asked for Siri to pull up phone numbers. After dialing the Pizza Hut at the top of the list, he asked for almost $50 worth of food. Two large pizza pies, bread sticks, buffalo wings, cookies, and drinks concluded the order. He knew the food wouldn’t go to waste because the munchies were bound to kick in soon.

During a commercial break, August muted the TV, taking a moment to acknowledge his brother. He snatched up a lighter and a pre-rolled blunt on the coffee table from his pocket.

"This here for you Mel," he muttered, sparking the joint. "You the reason I want betta for myself. Hope ya got peace on the other side big bro."

He inhaled, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment of silence before exhaling with good intentions. That’s all he could hope for his college experience. He wanted nothing more than for things to run smoothly and to make Melvin proud.

The kush hit the spot and alleviated the built up tension in his body. He easily puffed out clouds and smoke rings like a veteran. All he needed was food and a blowjob before a good night sleep would have him feeling a hundred percent again. He remained higher than the sky with a free hand lounging under the waistband of his briefs and the basketball plays making him chuckle every time a free throw was missed and a pass turned into a steal for the home team. When he smoked, everything was actually funny.

"Auggie!"

He laughed louder this time, thinking his high was fucking with his mental state. But when he was summoned by his full name in a harsher tone warped with anxiety, he got up to discard the roach and see if Solana was okay.

"Now she want a nigga," he chuckled to himself.

It baffled him how women could go from hating to wanting a guy all in the span of a few moments. The unbalanced mindset just didn’t make sense to him. As he approached the bathroom through his bedroom, he asked what she needed.

"You know my favorite towel? The big plush one with the swimming dolphins?" she questioned behind the closed door. "I need it. It’s in my blue suitcase in the living room."

"Wait, what’s the magic word?" he joked.

"Really Aug–"

"Say it So-la-na Rowe."

She sighed with frustration. “Breath mints!”

He almost doubled over in laughter from the Fresh Prince insider. It was definitely one of their favorites to watch together. For being a good sport, he sorted through the luggage and found the beloved towel. He returned grinning from ear to ear before asking her to open the door. When she did, steam filed out into his room from the bathroom and he caught a good glimpse of forbidden fruit. Nothing was funny anymore.

"Thanks. Love you," she hurriedly said, leaving him to face a closed door again.

August rubbed a hand over his head while blowing a stream of air. He didn’t want to admit it, but he shared a spark of sexual tension with his best friend. And honestly, this wasn’t the first time.

He attempted to leave the feeling where it started to keep it from escalating. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge to help him rid the inevitable cotton-mouth, he decided to chill back on the couch until the food arrived.

It didn’t stop his mind from wandering though.

As horny as he was, he could envision the bathroom encounter happening a bit differently.

He could’ve locked them both inside the steam filled room and kissed Solana to quiet her confusion. He wouldn’t need her guidance on how to please because he already had a good grip on the subject.

August was a born natural.

There would only be two things he wanted to do: taste her and make her scream. After taking in the curves of her lips, hips, and thighs, he’d sit her wet body on the counter and spread her legs apart. He’d lick over her slits and folds, teasing her clit along the way with his tongue. That would surely produce a waterfall from her center. He’d suck and drink and keep a keen ear out for her harmonious moans. Since he believed sharing was caring, he’d move to kiss her mouth and let her sample just how good she tasted.

To up the tension, he’d turn her around to bend over the counter and face the mirror. He’d gather her long wet and wild curly hair in one hand and then trail the tip of his tongue up her spine. He could guarantee she’d shiver from the gesture, especially once he reached the back of her neck and whispered how long he’s waited to show her this side of him. One smack to her ass and he’d be naked and hard as a rock inside her—looking down as he pushed in and pulled out—only for the friction of their bodies to glisten with pleasure.

It’d be the best pussy he ever had.

He wouldn’t want to stop and she wouldn’t want him to either. Eventually, they’d eye each other through the foggy reflection as the intensity skyrockets. She’d be bound to ask for more and he’d give it to her while rocking her thick frame to cause her legs to get weak. His swollen dick would pressure her spot and he’d move his hands to grip her waist for control. She’d cry out then, surrendering herself to an orgasm too big for her to handle as he busts the nut of a lifetime.

Yeah, he could see that happening.

But then, he couldn’t.

August doubted that things would ever get to that point for them. Solana just wasn’t that type of girl to him. She meant more than a random fuck, and since her innocence was still intact, he didn’t want to be the one to break it.

He shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the sexual daydream. At that moment, the buzzer to the apartment sounded through the space. Food would definitely get him to refocus his attention on other things.