Khari

"Alright. That's it for tonight!" Coach yelled. Everyone doubled over, trying to catch their breath. He was trying to kill us with his conditioning workouts. My legs felt like wet noodles. I walked over to the bench, to take a breather. Ty and Bumpy followed right behind me, each taking a seat.

"If coach keep acting this way, we're gonna be tired come Saturday. Then we gon lose to a lower seed and he gonna be pissed." Ty said before gulping down his Gatorade. I did the same, finishing in less than a minute. I felt rejuvenated afterwards. I had to tell Coach that I wasn't gonna be able to play this weekend. I really didn't wanna tell anybody else, but him.

"I'a be back." I announced as I got up. I walked into the coach's office, knocking on the door. He looked up, motioning for me to sit down. I waited as he finished some paperwork. I took the time to look around the office and my eyes landed on a picture of him and his family. They seemed like a happy couple. He had two small kids which made me question his age. I knew white people aged like raisins, but damn.

"How may I help you, Khari?" He asked shaking me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to meet his piercing gaze. "I came to tell you that I won't be able to play Saturday."

He looked at me, confused before sitting back in his chair. "That's the first game of the tournament." He said. "Is everything ok?"

I wiped a little sweat off my forehead and nodded . "It's just my father was killed yesterday and the funeral is Saturday." His eyes grew wide at the statement.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you sure you're ok?" He seemed genuinely concerned, but if he only knew.

"I'm fine Coach." I assured him. He looked at me, trying to see if I was bluffing or not. But, I wasn't. I was only going to the funeral out of respect for my grandmother. She wanted me there and she said that he was still my father. I still had to show respect. I was just relieved that Malia was going with me.

"Ok, well we're definitely going to miss your presence.. But I totally understand. Don't worry about buying a ticket. It's on the school." He chuckled. "I won't let you pay for your own plane ticket."

"That's really no—"

He held his hands up, shaking his head. "It's done." He looked at me. "Just one ticket or.."

I shook my head. "No, at least five."

"Well, consider it done. They'll be mailed to you before Wednesday." He stood up causing me to do so as well and walked around to engulf me in a hug. I stiffened a little, but eventually settled down. He'd caught me off guard. I never received a hug from a grown man. He pulled back a little to look at me. "I hope while you're down there for three days that you find some type of closure. You have the chance to be the best ball player this country has ever seen. I don't want anything holding you back."

Not knowing what to say, I chose the safest route and nodded my head. "Thanks Coach."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. "No, don't thank me. I'm not just your coach. I'm your friend, confidant.. Whoever you need me to be at any given moment. I love you like I love my own kids. When I recruited throughout high school, I just didn't see you as a basketball player. I saw you as a person. A person who needed a new beginning."

"I appreciate it."

He smiled a little before patting my back. He walked back over to his desk, and retook his seat. "Oh yeah, what time do you want to leave out Friday?"

I licked lips, thinking it over. "I guess around 6."

"Okay. Well, is there anything else son?" He looked at me expectantly.

I shook my head no. "That's it. Thanks again."

"Okay. I'll give you the week off. Use it wisely cause I'm sure you have a lot of work to do." He said referring the work he requested all of our professors to give us. I had a shit load of work to do so I might as well finish it all this week. I had nothing else better to do. I walked out of the office seeing that everyone was clearing out. I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder and headed out to the hallway that led to the door seeing Malia sitting in a chair. Her head was down as she quietly played with her fingers. Something was wrong.

"Malia?" I called out which caused her to jump a little. When she noticed that it was me, she stood up. Her eyes were red like she had been crying so I instantly became worried. I found my feet moving quicker, trying to reach her. Once I did, she gave me a small smile to signal that she was ok. But, I knew better than that. "What's wrong?"

She started to say something, but stopped once she look passed me. Her eyes read confusion so I looked back to see who she was looking at. It was Elgin, standing against the wall. He was wearing all black in a hoodie staring directly at us. I wasn't sure how I missed him when I walked by. I moved to approach him, but Malia grabbed my arm. "Please, let's just go." She whispered.

Although I didn't want to, I did anyway. I wanted to know why she had been crying so I allowed her to lead me out. I turned back to see that Elgin had disappeared. I don't know why he was being so weird lately. I think the guy had major mental issues. I protectively put my arms around Malia's waist as we made the short walk to her car. She handed me the keys signaling that she wasn't up to drive so I opened the passenger door and made sure she got in safely before I closed it. Jogging over to the driver side, I threw my bag in the backseat and slid in.

"Wanna talk now?" I asked, looking at her as I crunk up the engine.

"Maya got an abortion." She blurted out.

I sat back in the seat, shocked at the news. Maya got an abortion? It made sense how she was acting now. She was probably mad at herself and even in a slight depression. "Wow.. Did Bri—"

She shook her head. "He didn't know until after she had the procedure done. He moved back in with his parents until he's off to grad school." She explained. I sighed, shaking my head. I understood why he would be mad. I'd be mad if my fiancé aborted our first child together without discussing it with me, first. "Mom is... numb. She didn't even have any words for Maya. I just wish Maya would've just told her that she was pregnant. She didn't have to do that, especially alone."

"Yeah, but I can understand her reasons for not telling your mom. She didn't want to disappoint her. Like you said, your mom holds you and your sisters to high standards. Imagine her telling your mom she was pregnant while she was supposed to be preparing for medical school. Unfortunately, it's done and it ain't nun you or them can do about it. She gotta heal from this, forgive herself and move on." I placed my hand on her knee, squeezing it gently.

"It just hurts you know.. I could've been an aunt." She wiped her face, careful not to mess up her makeup. I nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry... I'm a mess."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you came to me though. Good to know you trust me enough to confide in me." I smirked. She let out a giggle, and leaned over to kiss me. "I'm all sweaty."

"I don't care. Give me some sugar. All out here with your arms out in this cold weather." She playfully rolled her eyes and I crashed my lips onto hers. She let out a faint moan as I deepened the kiss. Moments later, I pulled away causing her to flutter her eyes open. "I feel better now." She batted her eyelashes.

"Good." I smirked, putting the car in drive and driving off. "Are you hungry?" I asked, glancing over at her before I returned back to the road.

"My mom cooked. She made me fix you a plate as well. It's on the backseat. Surprise you can't smell it." I sniffed discreetly, smelling the food. It smelled really good and it caused my stomach to growl. I hadn't ate since before practice started.

"I talked to my coach today about Saturday." I headed into the direction of my apartment. She looked at me, motioning for me to continue. "He gave me the week off, plus he's paying for our tickets to get there." I responded.

She raised her eyebrows in shock. "Y'all athletes got it easy I see." She joked. "Wait, he's paying for Randy's nem tickets too?" I nodded my head. "Well that's sweet of him." She said. I glanced at her once more, noticing something different. She didn't have on her hearing aids.

I poked my finger in her ears causing her to swat it away. I chuckled a little before focusing back on the road. "You don't have to wear your hearing aids anymore?"

"My doctor been took those hearing aids. I'm mad you're just now realizing it." She hit my shoulder gently.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean.. It ain't nothing that I was pressed about. With or without them, you looked beautiful regardless." I said honestly. "Still do, by the way." I clarified.

"Aww boo." She cooed, rubbing my leg. Her petite hands made it too close to the middle. I was glad that I had made it to the apartment because I would've swerved off the road or something. "Can I stay here tonight?" She asked. "I really don't wanna sleep alone."

"Of course. Mi casa es su casa." I responded as I shut off the engine.

"Well, I might as well start decorating." She joked.

I shrugged. "Might as well."

She giggled, and got out of the car. I retrieved my bag and food then got out. She told me to unlock the trunk so I did. Once it was open, she took out her overnight bag and closed it. I locked the car, giving her her keys back then led her to the apartment. Unlocking the door, she hurriedly walked in trying to get warm. Winter lasts years up here. Malia immediately headed towards my room so I figured she was going to shower. I decided to heat up my food and eat. It was a little after ten so I thought I'd knock some of my work out of the way.

"Where are your towels?" She said. I looked up to answer her, but I almost dropped my food. She'd walked out of the room with a pair of panties and bra on. They looked like Victoria Secret wear, too. Sometimes I wonder why she kept that body hidden because she had a nice on. She was just perfect. I was starting to sing the melodies of

"Um.." I started. I couldn't get the words out so I just decided to show her. Although Malia was pretty innocent, she knew what she was doing. That was twice tonight that she had been a tease. I wouldn't be able to keep calm too long. I longed for her, and her only.

I showed her where the towels were, and headed out before I got any ideas. I walked back into the kitchen to finish my plate. Once I was done, I pulled out some work and got started. It was all easy, but it was just a lot of work to do. Thirty minutes later, Malia appeared back in the front. She just had on my tshirt and some panties. Third time. I shook my head at the thought and put up my work.

I headed into the back to take a quick shower. My mind had been going back and forward on whether or not I wanted to go to this funeral. I couldn't back out now, though. I wasn't sure how I'd feel to be back home in New Orleans. It brought some good memories, but more bad than good. I thought maybe I could allow Malia to really get to know me. She'd see the house I grew up in and allat. Seemed pretty cool, I guess.

I turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around me and moved into the bedroom. Malia was laying on the bed, listening to music on her phone. I could recognize India Arie's voice, but couldn't make out the song. "What song is this?" I asked curiously.

"He Heals Me." She said, finally landing her eyes on me. I listened to the lyrics intently as I looked for a pair of boxers and shorts. Once I found them, I slid them on and I heard a gasp. "You really are huge." Malia said. I turned to look at her as I really forgot she was in the room. I was so used to being alone. In her eyes, I could see a mixture of lust and love.

"I like this song." I said, shifting the conversation and making my way to the bed. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, singing some of the lyrics.

"That's how you feel?" I asked with a smirk.

She returned it and giggled before nodding her head. "There's a blessing in every lesson." She stared at me with those same lustful eyes which made me lift my eyebrows. "This sexual tension is killing me, Khari. I want it.. I've underestimated how ready I've been.." She blurted out.

"Are you sure? Cause we don't—"

"Ive never been so sure if anything in my life. I'm so ready that I'm about to explode if you don't give me what I want." I was a little taken aback by her assertiveness. But, I loved it. I liked when women were sure of what they wanted to do. It made my job that much easier.

Malia

I looked at Khari, anticipating his next move. I had been ready for a while now, but I just didn't know how to say it. However, there was no turning back now. He pressed his lips against mine, splaying his hands across my waist. I immediately kissed him back, and I knew he could feel how sure I was.

I gasped softly once he pressed our bodies together. I could feel his size against my stomach which had me scared as hell. I parted my mouth just a tad, enough for him to his tongue inside to seek mine. Once his tongue landed on mine, I combed through his blonde curly top, as he pulled me closer to him. Just like he had told me, he wasn't going to rush. I knew I needed foreplay more than anything. He pulled away slightly and removed my shirt. He smirked when he realized that I was braless. He cupped my breasts gently, before crashing his lips back onto mine. I sighed into the kiss as he took my bottom lip into his mouth.

Once he was finished with my bottom lip, he leaned down extending attention to each nipple. I caressed his back, loving the feeling of his lips on my body. Everything felt right. The sensation of him sucking, licking, and twisting caused my moans to grow louder. He laid me back on the bed, moving in between my legs and placed kisses on my neck, down back to my chest. In a swift motion, I felt him remove my underwear, and part my legs open.

He continued to trail kisses on my body, gaining the reactions I'm sure he wanted out of me. The downpour between my legs had me wondering was this normal. I felt it dripping, honestly. "Khari." I moaned softly as I felt his lips on my inner thighs. He was so close. Before I could process anything else, I felt his tongue lap inside as he used his finger to open me wider. "Mm. Khari!" I exclaimed as he flicked his tongue as deep as it could go. My hands found the sheets, and I gripped them. I squirmed in the middle of the bed with nowhere to go and I could feel the roughness of his beard touch my inner thigh. I knew he was grinning like a toddler.

I grabbed his head again , grinding against him as he darted his tongue in and out of me. I started writhing around the bed even more, and he gripped my hips tighter to keep me in place. I used my free hand to cup and toy with my breasts. This was so much better than the other times because he was taking his sweet time. When I looked down, I noticed that his gaze was on me which caused me to bite my lip. He continued the assault with his tongue. My moans filled the bedroom, and I was sure the neighbors could hear me.

I felt him place two of his fingers inside of her at the same time causing me to clench down on him. Again, I felt him smirk against me as he wrapped his lips around my clit. That's when I lost it. I began pulling his hair as hard as possible. I could feel his fingers curl up inside of me, darting in and out at a ridiculous pace. He began to suck relentlessly causing me to scream. My body jerked forward and I arched my back. "Oh God!" I exclaimed, again. Forgive me, Lord.

He scraped his teeth across and continued to suck for dear life. I wrapped my legs around his head and I felt him tug on my clit causing a powerful orgasm to shoot through me. I was surely suffocating him, but he wasn't complaining. He used his tongue as a cleaning tool while I tried to catch my breath. He moved back up, hovering over me while his fingers continued to move within me. I parted my lips to moan, but nothing came out. He latched back onto my nipples again before moving back to my lips. "Really, really good." He said, mumbling against my lips. I sucked on his tongue, getting a taste for myself. He was caught off guard by the action, but he brought it out of me. And I did taste wonderful. I cupped his face with both hands and moaned as his fingers began to move faster.

"Khariiii." I cried again. My eyes fluttered closed and every moan I let out was louder than the previous. My next orgasm was unexpected. When I was down off my second high, I fluttered my eyes back open seeing him fully undressed. He then removed his hands from inside me causing me to whimper. Not even one second had passed before I felt him push inside of me, gently. I closes my eyes again and groaned loudly. The pain and pleasure had me in shock. It definitely hurt. He was so big. He immediately stopped.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned filled in his voice. With my eyes still closed, I nodded. He put his head in the crook of my neck, trying to distract me as much as he could. As he began to fill me completely, I wondered how much longer he had to go. I heard him swear under his breath as the tears began flowing. I wasn't sure if these were tears of joy or painful tears. He looked back in my eyes noticing that I was crying. "You wanna stop?"

Again, I shook my head. I felt complete at this point. I felt whole. "Make love to me, Khari." I softly pleaded. He laid me back on my back with him still inside, and parted my legs back open. Continuing to kiss my neck and chest, he began tenderly stroking into me and kissed me passionately. I moaned against his lips while cupping his face with both hands. The strokes were agonizing, but magical. He kept the strokes long, hard and slow. I linked one of my hands with his as he began to speed up. He pulled back slightly to look at me. My moans were filling the room and the only other sounds were our bodies meeting each other. "Ah! I love you!" I exclaimed.

"I love you too." He replied. I could feel myself getting ready to go over the edge. He moaned out which sent me into overdrive. I closed my eyes again, letting out a long moan and shattered beneath him. He slowed down some. I could feel him watching as I recovered from the effects of my orgasm so I fluttered my eyes back open. He pulled away, gripping my waist. I bit my lip, trailing my down his chest that resided hardcore muscles. He moved inside of me once more this time with some authority. I gripped his arms as he was grinding me back and forth onto him. I instinctively arched my back and leaned my head back. These thrusts were harder and faster making my eyes roll. His tongue wasn't even his best asset.