Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF Back in time, Young Rafa, Poetry, Rap lyrics, Angst, Cheating, lying, mentions of breakup, unprotected sex, Baby Dom Rafa (its so cute) oral sex (F receiving) SMUT. Not Beta’d.
A/N: This is a sequel to In and Out, ( here you are @nissameta1782 😊) and also a response to this ask:
Something with Rafa that is inspired by his song “Bottom Bitch”
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
LA, December 7, 2006
College has a way of focusing you. On what you want to do, but also what you don’t want to do.
After a year and a half away from home, you decided that you didn’t want to go back.
You went to LA, which was both far from the Bay physically and in mindset. You wanted to be brand new.
You joined active organizations on campus, the BSU and the Events Committee. And most importantly, you made the right kinds of friends in the right kinds of places.
Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one
You also found a boyfriend who always paid. He was helping to host the Russell Simmons Def Poetry Jam that the UCLA Events Committee was hosting that evening.
“You and Stephen are so annoyingly sweet. I’m gonna get a cavity just being in the same room with you two.”
You smiled brightly at your roommate. You felt the same way, but you wouldn’t admit it.
“Well, Stephen will be able to help you with that. He will be applying to dental school in the fall.”
Michelle rolled her eyes again and made a gagging motion with her finger in her mouth as she called the hotel to make lodging arrangements for the talent, which was her job as VP of the Events Committee.
Michelle was blunt, but never wrong, and she always had your back. Which was perfect since you were her President.
Stephen came up to you and Michelle as you stood outside the Student Union. He held up a flyer for the event.
“Say, this one guy here.”
You groaned internally as you saw who he was pointing at.
“It says he’s from Berkley.”
Your mind was whirling as he asked.
“Aren’t you from that area? Berkeley’s right there next to Oakland isn’t it?”
You took a deep breath. “Yeah. It’s all the Bay.”
“So, do you know that dude, the Casal dude?”
You looked him in the eyes. Might as well tell the truth.
“Yeah, I do.”
But you were my main girl and I was your man
“Oh, wow.” Stephen snickered. “You are almost a celebrity. Do you think he’d give you an autograph? Better yet, write a poem and sign it? An easy one, like a haiku?”
You flinched at his obtuseness.
“Haiku aren’t necessarily easy just because they are short, Stephen, and… Rafa might be all poetry’d out.”
You looked at Stephen. “You know, performing it all over the country and stuff.”
The thing was, some of his poetry was already about you. You’d followed him on YouTube once you found out that he would be performing. If you cared, it would made you feel some kinda way.
But you didn’t care.
Stephen nodded thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you’re right. He’s probably sick of rhyming all the time.” He laughed. “Get it? I rhymed…”
You were not amused or entertained, especially at MIchelle who was silently cracking up behind him.
“So ‘Rafa,’ huh? Do you know him well?”
You decided to tell Stephen a little white lie. It was for his own good.
You nodded your head slowly.
“Yeah, you could say that. We hung out.”
You never lied and I remember that shit girl
When Rafa gained the stage you were transfixed. He was there, holding everyone under his spell. You watched him with a mixture of pride and sadness. You missed him.
And when he performed that one poem, the one about you, the tears rolled down your face. The events of that poem ended things between you definitively; you didn’t have to look for an excuse.
You put that life behind you and you just wanted to start over.
You sat there, deep in your feelings as Rafa rifled through your darkest secrets.
When I hated all the rich kids cause they'd never be broke
You watched as Rafael came straight for you through the crowd. And he didn’t say a word, he just picked you up to spin you around. He wasn’t letting go and soon you closed your eyes and went with it, forgetting that anyone else was around.
“Hey Baby GIrl.”
“Hey, yourself, Rafael. You look good. As always.”
Stephen cleared his throat.
“Oh!”
You’d forgotten he was there.
“I didn’t mean to be rude, let me introduce you. Rafael Casal of Def Poetry Jam, this is Stephen Booker, UCLA. Stephen, Rafael.”
They stared each other down, pheromones about to make a show. You cleared your throat.
“Rafael is an old… friend, Stephen, and Rafael, Stephen is my….”
“Man. I’m her man.”
Stephen’s chest was swole and he was standing tall at his full height, a couple inches taller than Rafa.
Oh, shit.
Rafa chucked his chin up and went to give Stephen some dap. He awkwardly responded, not knowing what exactly to do.
Rafael covered a laugh with a cough and then stood back, looking at you and Stephen from a distance.
“Y’all do make a nice couple. The perfect picture. Barbie and Ken.”
Stephen, who had not been paying attention at all, beamed. He gazed down at you as you looked up at him, smiling but shaking your head at the statement that Rafa was making.
Ass.
Stephen responded. “Yes, we do look good together, don’t we? I think we could be iconic, like Ken and Barbie.”
“Yeah, you’d get an A+. You two look like you been studying up.”
The conversation was polite on the surface, but Rafa was insulting you to your core.
“I don’t know about studying, but she’s practically perfect in every way. We could get her in the gym a little more and work on that polish, but by senior year she should be there.”
You’d heard Stephen say some dumb shit before, but today it hit different. Rafa interrupted your thoughts.
“Oh really? I think she’s dope the way she is. Or, the way she was rather...”
You gave Rafael a withering glare. He returned it, not scared of you. You felt some kinda way.
“See you later, Baby Girl. Maybe we can hook up before we leave, yeah?”
You caught the double entendre in what he said, but Stephen was standing right beside you. You thought you were relieved when Rafa went to mingle.
But it was something else entirely.
Had plenty of random girls, but next to you they were none
You and Rafa orbited each other all night, always keeping each other in your periphery, but never connecting.
Rafael admired you from afar. You were more graceful, poised, grown up. More confident. It looked good on you. Those legs in that little pleated skirt were getting to him. That joker next to you didn’t deserve all that you were.
Rafa got sentimental.
You caught Rafael watching you when you weren’t looking, blatantly ignoring the fact that Stephen was by your side all night.
Once you looked at him, while he was taking to some poetry groupies who were fawning over him, and watched as he simultaneously engaged them in conversation and flirted with you.
You just laughed and shook your head. Rafa hadn’t changed at all. It only made you miss him more.
The end of the night came, and you were closing the student union, part of your job as President of the Events Committee. But of course the night wasn’t over.
Rafael came over to you, Stephen, and Michelle. He had a flyer and was writing something on it.
“So here’s my cell phone number, it’s new.”
Rafael looked pointedly at you, then your companions.
“We’re going to the Whisky tonight. It’ll be a movie.”
Stephen watched you put the flyer In your pocket. Michelle got excited, but Stephen spoke up.
“You don't want to go to West Hollywood. It’s trashy. And that club is mainly rock. I thought you were a hip hop head?”
Rafa stared at Stephen, opened his mouth to speak, then decided better of it and turned to you.
“See you later Baby Girl.” He gave you a hug and whispered in your ear. “Don’t let this be goodbye.”
You just smiled and waved as he walked out the door.
“I see why you wanted to get out of the Bay.”
Stephen was shaking his head.
Your blood was boiling.
Crashed parties and talked about life like we havin' a ball
You told Stephen you were going to bed, but as soon as he kissed you good night, only turned around and went to the Whisky a Go Go with Michelle.
“And that’s the problem, if you feel like you’re sneaking out of your mom’s house to go to a party.” Michelle responded when you told her how you felt.
”You feel like your boyfriend is your mom? That’s gross and so not cool.”
You just watched the road silently out of the window. Maybe she was right.
You arrived and Rafa found you right away. It was just like old times. You got wasted, and then went out for food with the crew to sober up a little. You wound up back at the performer’s hotel.
You walked Rafa into the lobby to say goodbye as Michelle waited in the car for you.
You gave him a long hug and he looked into your eyes as he said goodbye.
“I’m in room 1405 if you want to talk.”
The grin he gave you told you he wanted more than to talk. But you couldn’t do that to Stephen. You just shook your head and smiled.
“Bye, Rafa. Maybe I’ll see you around Christmas in the Town.”
Rafa winked and gave you another hug. Those lips grazed your neck and you could swear that he could feel your nipples through your shirt.
It was 2 in the morning and dangerous. You finally pulled away and walked out the door, looking back at him. He watched until you were out of sight.
As usual.
You walked back out to the car and got in. You rode to campus in silence, playing the scene back in your head.
“You good?”
Michelle looked at you funny. You looked back at her and took a deep breath.
I'm just takin' time to thank you for bein' my number one
You only knocked twice before Rafael pulled you into the room an hour later, barely making it inside before you two started grabbing at each other and tearing at each other’s clothes, both of you pulling each other’s shirts off.
“I knew you’d be back, but you took too fucking long Baby Girl.”
Rafa turned you around toward the bed and took control of your mouth, then kissed from your neck down to your cleavage.
“I’ve been missing the taste of your skin, beautiful. I often wake up with the memory from a dream.”
He could always expertly take your bra off with one hand; it made you wonder how much practice he’d had. But how you’d missed those words of his. They always got you there.
All thoughts of Stephen were gone.
Rafa pushed you back down onto the bed, and pulled your skirt up your waist slowly, trailing his long fingers down your skin.
His eyes took in the skirt around your waist and your white cotton panties and brown skin. He’d imagined fucking you like this all night. His hands lingered on your thighs, teasing you as his fingers stretched toward his goal.
He pulled your thighs open as you stared at him.
“I’ve learned some things too, while we’ve been apart.” Rafa was stroking you outside of your panties now, licking his lips as you watched you squirm. “I like fine dining now.”
That eyebrow and that impish look greeted you when your eyes got wide when you realized what he’d said. Rafael had been too much of a pimp in high school to go down on a girl.
“Shit, Rafa…”
Rafa leaned down and kissed your lips as his hands explored your body, reacquainting himself with your feel. His lips followed his hands, caressing and gripping your nipples and breasts, playing with them roughly, the calluses on his hands giving you extra sensation.
Your body curved into his touch, celebrating your reunion. Your pussy was quivering and flooding your panties, while you bit your lip to keep quiet.
“Let me hear you Baby Girl. Many a night I’ve gotten off to the wisp of a memory of those sounds you make when I make you feel good.”
Finally, finally, Rafa’s fingers reached inside your panties. It brought back a ton of memories, of the first time you let him get to third base, him reaching inside your panties to find you soaked for him.
Rafa chuckled in your ear as he felt you, wet for him as always.
“What? Stephen not putting it down?”
You didn’t respond and you wanted to shut out his words as he started finger fucking you just the way you liked. It had been so long.
He leaned up to look at you and he paused at the look on your face.
“Wait. Don’t tell me that you haven’t given Stephen any?”
You shook your head. Rafa scoffed.
“We’ve messed around a little, but he thinks I’m a virgin. Just… let’s stop talking about him…”
“But.. it’s been almost two years… I figured....” He looked right through you, eyes sparkling.
You huffed and sat up, wrapping your arms around yourself, cold.
“Don’t think I was saving myself for the off chance that I might see you again. I just wanted a new start. You know. After… after what happened.”
Rafa sobered up. What happened destroyed you and him.
“I get it. And I respect it.”
You looked into his sea blue eyes, trying not to drown in them again.
“I’m just glad that you came to my room tonight to share yourself with me again.”
That voice and that little boy smile warmed you. You smiled back.
“Are you gonna bless me, Baby Girl?” His charm was at 110%
You slowly smiled wider and nodded, arms down, leaning forward to kiss him, on fire again as he stroked your breasts.
“You sure?”
“Yes, Rafa… I want you…”
He started tugging on your nipple, your slick causing you to rub your legs together in anticipation.
“Ok. You asked for it.”
Rafa reached down and grabbed your thighs again, planting you on your back and spreading you wide, looking down at your cunt.
“So beautiful Baby Girl.”
He gave it a light kiss as you moaned and grabbed for him. He stood out of his reach as he took off his pants and brought out his dick, stroking it a few times. You made grabby hands for it and he just shook his head at you.
“Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me.”
You shivered at his command. He was what you wanted and what you needed.
You hooked your arms under your knees as Rafa went to his and started kissing up and down your thighs, playing in your slick with his fingers.
You were a moaning, shaking mess when he finally made love to your cunt with his mouth, gentle at first, then licking and sucking at your clit expertly.
You closed your eyes and thanked whoever taught him to do this. It was the shit.
You moved your hands so that you could grab his hair and your thighs wrapped around Rafa’s head. He didn’t mind, because his hands came up to caress your thighs as he continued to eat you out.
When he moaned against your clit, you came, moaning wantonly and causing Rafa to moan and grind his cock into the sheets. He kept sucking as you came, extending the sensation, then he grabbed your hips and flipped you over.
“I.”
Rafa smacked your ass to see it jiggle. Once. Twice.
“Have.”
He lined up with your crease, stroking his wet, fat head against your folds.
“Missed.”
He teased your hole, barely pushing inside.
“Thisssss ssshitttt! Ahhhh. Always so fucking tight.”
When he breached you it was almost painful, Rafa had always been big for you. But he always felt so right, and he was making you wet enough to make it pleasurable. Rafa’s noises caused you to clench around him even more so.
“But I guess, that’s because. It’s still mine?”
You shivered as you tried to deny it. But you couldn’t.
“Ol dude couldn't do this to you. Not like this… Fuck, Baby Girl.”
You threw it back on him as he kept talking.
“No. He can’t."
Rafa grinned as he pulled you by your hair so that he could bring you up against his chest and kiss you. It had never been as intense as this.
You leaned back against him while he grabbed your throat and squeezed. You ground down around him and sucked his finger like it was his cock.
“Ohhh I missed that mouth baby girl. But I had to have this pussy.”
Rafa’s fingers dug into your hip, sure to leave a bruise. But you didn’t care.
“Cum for me Baby Girl. Shit.”
He was trying to stay in control until you came again, but the way you felt around him was almost too much. So he moved his hand down to your clit, and circled it until you detonated, hips shaking uncontrollably around his cock.
Rafa savored it for a second until he pulled out, and you bent over so that he could finish on your ass. The sight caused his cum to spurt out forcefully, and he groaned as he released all over you.
You about passed out, and were awakened by Rafa with a warm washcloth taking care of you. He climbed into the bed and held you until you both knocked out.
A couple of hours later, you started looking for your clothes in the dark.
“Running away again, hunh?”
Rafa was awake, watching you try to escape.
You pulled your shirt on and looked down at your hands, then back up at him.
“I’m not running away. I’m just going back to school. This was never about you and me being a thing again.”
“Nah, it was about you getting your rocks off after two years…”
You stared at Rafa, hurt. You could tell he was too. But then he sighed.
“Come here.”
He stood up, clad only in sweats, and giving you a hug as you buried your head in his shoulder, fighting the urge to cry.
“I can ride back with you in a cab…”
“No, Michelle let me borrow her car. It’s downstairs.”
“Ok. Let me put a shirt on and I’ll walk you.”
He let you go and you finished getting yourself together.
You watched each other across the elevator on the ride down, just smiling at each other. He walked you out into the lobby and toward the concierge. He waited with you for the car. When it pulled up, he hugged you again. You held on tight.
“You were always ride or die. I wanna thank you for that girl. Take care of yourself.”
You looked up at him, smiling.
“Maybe I’ll see you at Christmas?”
Rafa looked off. And now you knew that when he did that he was hiding his own emotion. It always used to irk you.
“Dunno if I’ll be home. But I will see you when I see you. Mad love, girl.”
He smiled and kissed you one last time.
“Love you too, Rafa. See you later.”
You finally let the tears fall when you got into the car. You saw him in the rearview mirror as you drove away.
One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one...
@rafaelcasal Same time in 2014. Many lives between lives and loves and versions of ourselves. Love them all for what we learned and had yet to learn. 📷: @tarasimonphoto
