"Sugah and Spice"

Chapter 11

                While Sugah got dressed for her day, she heard her cell phone buzz. When she answered the unknown call, she wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Thinking it was Espresso or Coffee, she didn’t use her better judgment to let it go straight to voicemail. “Hello,” she said. When no one said anything, Sugah suddenly got an eerie feeling in the pit of her gut. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she knew that something weird was about to happen next. After a few more seconds passed and the caller still hadn’t made his or herself known, Sugah said hello again.

                “Good Morning. You don’t know me but I want to warn you about the company you keep. Little girls, who play with fire, only get burned. If I were you, I would disassociate myself with people who just hand out random business cards. If you don’t listen, you will get hurt. Your new friends don’t care about anything but money, through any means necessary. Trust me, I know. Get out while you still can before you end up broken in every sense of the word.” The way the person sounded, Sugah could tell that they were disguising their voice. Why, was the question lingering in her head?

                “Who is this? How did you get this number?” Whoever on the other end of the phone laughed and then hung up. Sugah held the phone to her ear in a daze. What was happening? Was she really in danger? She had to tell someone about the call but whom? What if the caller was right? Sugah decided to keep the call a secret for now. Maybe when she talked to Espresso, she could see whether or not she could trust him enough to say something. Her intuition had never failed her yet nor led her down the wrong path. If they tried to burn her, she would have something hotter for them. No one would ever hurt her again. The last person to hurt her was in a place that only dirt and worms resided. Sugah wouldn’t hesitant putting anyone who tried double-crossing her there too. The rage and darkness hidden deep within her began to stir but she refused to become that person again. Those days were over or at least she thought they were. All she wanted to do was to be happy and enjoy her new life. Nothing was going to stand in the way of that, Sugah concluded checking the contents of her phone for any sign of who the caller might be. There was nothing.

                She finished getting dressed, grabbed her things and headed out the door to school. Traffic was light and parking was a breeze. Sugah was able to find a spot right in front of the building of each of her classes. As she got out of her car, she saw Mark waiting for her. He looked handsome dressed in khaki shorts, a polo shirt, with the collar flipped up, flip flops and dark sunglasses. His shirt was tucked in and he was standing with his hands in his pockets. He looked very debonair. When he saw Sugah walking near him, he smiled like the luckiest man on earth. The colorful maxi dress and matching headscarf probably had something to do with it. The dress showcased all of her curves, while the scarf accented her frizzed natural curls. Her metallic sandals looked amazing next to her perfectly sun-kissed skin, making her look like she had just got back from a tropical vacation. Her toenails were polished in a bubblegum pink color that matched her nails. The big silver hoops in her ears looked hypnotic. Several heads turned when she graced the sidewalk. Many of the people watching would have easily thought she and Mark were the perfect couple. They complemented each other in every aspect of the word. Sugah heard a few of them ask amongst themselves if she was a model or actress, shooting a movie on their campus. Mark could have easily passed for her leading man, in any genre of movie.

                “You look amazing, Sugah. Damn girl! Do you have to dress like that everywhere you go,” Mark teased. He admired his new friend even more. She always looked well put together and with such class. “Thank you Mark, you don’t look so bad yourself. I am meeting my mother for lunch after class, so I wanted to look my best. She would do me bodily harm if I left the house looking any kind of way. Why are you, all dressed up today? Usually you just have on jeans and a t-shirt. You must have a date or something,” Sugah teased Mark. He blushed. She was paying attention to him. He didn’t want anyone to know who his family was and the fact that he came from old money was neither here nor there, for as he was concerned. Mark didn’t get along with his father much and his mother left him when he was little or so, his father told him. Mark didn’t have any memories of his mother but he longed to know her and have her as a part of his life. Without her presence, most days he felt lost, empty, like something was missing. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters, just butlers and maids and nannies, which raised him, making sure he got a hot meal, read him bedtime stories and came to see him when he had a game, play, debate or any other event. His dad was always busy with something or someone. Mark didn’t know exactly what line of work his father did but he had his suspicions. Too many beautiful, superficial people, in one spot, at a time were trouble, he always told himself. Up until he met the only girl he had ever loved, he was a loner. And even she betrayed him.

Mark shook those painful memories out of his mind. But not a day went by without him thinking of his mother and why she left him. He wanted to find her and ask her but he had to wait. If his father knew about his wanting to contact his mother, he would have a hissy fit. He would also disown him, as he made ever so clear on more than one occasion. So, for now, Mark continued to focus and do well in his studies. Soon he would be out of school and his father wouldn’t be able to run his life anymore. Having money wasn’t everything in his eyes but most people would kill to be in his shoes. Mark was determined to succeed as a world-renowned surgeon and he would. Sugah waved her hand at him, bringing him back to the present. Her smile made him forget all about his troubles. For that, Mark was truly grateful. His mind couldn’t take much more of thinking about his mother, who she was, why she left and how to get her to never leave him again, once he found her. Sugah just simply took his troubles away.     

                “Mark, you okay? You look like you were deep in thought. Is there anything you want to talk about? I am here for you,” Sugah said touching him lightly on the arm. Mark shook his head. “I’m cool. Now, let’s get to class before we have to sit all the way up top. Professor Love has probably picked up more students of the female gender. You know word of mouth travels fast.” Sugah agreed and with the way all the females in the first class were looking at Coffee, she knew Mark had a point. “You are so right. Come on, let’s go,” she said grabbing his arm, pulling him behind her. Mark smiled enjoying her playfulness. When they got to the class it was still pretty empty, which they both were thankful for. This time Professor Love was there, sitting in his chair, chatting with a few of the other early comers. When he saw Sugah with Mark, he clenched. He wanted to pull her into her arms and kiss her senseless, claiming her in front of everyone there but know that he couldn’t. They weren’t together and he didn’t have a right to be jealous. But soon that would all change. He just had to keep his composure although it would be hard. She looked wonderful, beautiful and when she turned to walk up the steps, he was mesmerized by the roundness of her nicely proportioned ass. He could look at it all day and never get tired of seeing it, Coffee thought trying to focus his attention on to what one of his other students had just asked.

                Sugah saw the way he was watching her and added a little something extra to the sway of her hips. Mark also admired the great piece of art in front of him. He had never seen ass like that. Not even JLo or Nikki Manaj had ass that came close to Sugah’s. Coffee saw a few of the dudes in the class admire Sugah’s asset, getting furious. She had it like that. He held his breath and counted to ten, to calm his nerves. He didn’t blame them, hell what man wouldn’t admire a beautiful woman and her ass? He didn’t know any, even players on the other team watched Sugah’s ass. She just had it like that. The fact that she was beautiful inside and out, caused Coffee to become hypnotized by her each and every time he saw her.  Her spirit was amazing, refreshing and reassuring that there were still genuine people in the world. If only she was older, he thought. Then suddenly he realized that age wasn’t anything but a number and they were two consenting adults. She was about to turn nineteen. He was only six years her senior. He had been with women his age, older and a few Sugah’s age, but none of them compared to her. She was clearly the one for him. Why couldn’t he just set aside his pride, stop worrying about what everyone else would think or say and follow his heart? Coffee didn’t have time to dwell of that at the moment. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft female voice, standing in front of him. His view of Sugah was blocked. When he looked up, he nearly fainted. It was Simone. What was she doing there? The last time he saw her, she was underneath his nemesis.

                “Hello there stranger”, she said beaming like the sun. Coffee didn’t find anything amusing, at all. He wanted her to get as far away as possible from him before he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. He took a deep breath to calm down. A few of the students in the front roll saw the tension and annoyance in his face. Coffee put on a fake smile as he tried to maintain eye contact with the woman he once loved and had almost given everything up for. “Hello Simone. To what do I owe this surprise?” Simone didn’t like the sarcastic tone he gave her. It had been three years already. When would he get over what she did? She only done it to protect Coffee in the first place but if she told him, she would be in big trouble. “I am in this class, Khalil. I just wanted to say hello and to let you know that I was here. I could have easily taken a seat in the back and said nothing but I didn’t. Can you give me a little credit?” Simone was getting annoyed. She had been punished enough and she wasn’t about to stand there and allow him to do it again. Before he could say anything else, she was walking away. When he looked up, his eyes met Sugah’s. She was giving him a questioning look but he didn’t have time to explain. It was time to begin class. Simone followed Khalil’s eyes and wondered who the pretty girl was, who captured his attention. She dug her nails into her arm to release her rage. Now was nor the time or place to make a scene but she would get to the bottom of it. She came back to get her man and she wasn’t going anywhere without having him in her bed and by her side forever.

                As the class began to fill up, Coffee stood up in front of the podium. He was ready to get his lecture over with, so that he could get as far away from Simone. He also wanted to get away from Sugah as possible before he was forced to make love to her in his office. That wasn’t such a bad idea, he thought. Maybe he could tell her he needed to see her in his office after class. What if she didn’t show up, he thought? He would be devastated. Maybe after they spoke again, right now, they weren’t really on speaking terms. He glanced at her one last time before he looked at his watch and saw that it was way passed time to begin. Sugah smiled watching him suffer. She saw the way he was trying to keep from looking at her, but he was failing miserably. Mark leaned into her personal space. “I think ole boy got a thing for you. Look at the way he keep looking up her at you, girl. You do have a way of making a brother wanna do something to you,” he laughed. Sugah put her hand over of mouth. She couldn’t believe those words had just escaped Mark’s lips. “You are silly! I know you didn’t just say that. I am only being me. If you or any other brother cannot handle that, it’s not my fault. It is what it is. And I think he is just admiring the dress like many of you are.” Sugah scanned the room and saw several other guys smiling in her direction. Damn, I must really look good, she thought. Before she turned back to look at her book, she noticed the same woman speaking with Coffee earlier watching her. The look the woman gave her made Sugah’s skin crawl. If looks could kill, she would have dropped dead right then and there. That got her attention even more. Who was this woman and what was her relationship with Coffee? It was definitely timed she asked questions. The call phone she received at home reentered her mind. She wondered if the woman had anything to do with it. Sugah would get answers. She gave the woman a look that said “I am not the one to fuck with and if you do, you better know how to dance, I eat bitches like you for lunch” Simone nodded at Sugah. She had to admit, the youngster had heart. No one gave her a look like that and got away with it. There was certainly more than meets the eye to the young brave soul seating only seats away from her.

                Coffee saw the exchange between the two women and began to panic. He knew what Simone was capable of and didn’t want Sugah to get hurt. He needed to have a word or two with her. Sugah was innocent in all this and she didn’t need to know of their past. When the time came to share his story with her, he would, Coffee thought. At that very moment, Simone looked in his direction. She saw the concerned look on his face and knew that she had competition. He cared about the girl. The look in his eyes also revealed to her that he was in love. Simone couldn’t handle seeing Khalil look at another woman the way he used to look at her. It was no one’s fault but hers. If she would have just stood up to Mr. X, she and Khalil could have been happily married, having the time of their lives. Simone would get her revenge, one way or the other. He would pay for ruining her once happy life. She suddenly realized who the guy was sitting next to her new enemy. It was Mark. When she tried getting his attention, he purposely ignored her. Simone was even more pissed. She had always cared about Mark. They had once been good friends, before she was caught in his father’s bed. Sugah saw the reaction from the mystery woman and Mark, wondering how they knew each other. It was apparent that they did. She wanted to ask Mark but didn’t. Time would only reveal the truth and she would be waiting. Sugah also knew that she should keep a close watch on Mark and his true intentions of becoming her friend. He obviously had something to hide but what?

When class was over, Sugah was impressed by Coffee yet again. He was awesome in his own rite. He kept their attention, using graphs, charts and slideshows. He even asked questions to keep them all engaged. He had a few people volunteer to act out a few roles in which he lectured about. Sugah couldn’t stop staring at him. She loved a man with intellect. She loved knowledge and anyone who sought to gain all that he or she could. She found herself stimulated, aroused by Coffee’s brain. Any man who could stimulate her mentally was her weakness and also trouble. It appeared that both the mystery woman and Mark were deeply impressed with Coffee’s teaching ability. After the next assignment was given, class was dismissed.

Sugah walked out of the room without a second glance. She didn’t have the time or energy to focus on Coffee, Mark or the mystery woman. She had plans with her mother. Before she was able to pull off in her car, she saw Mark trying to flag her. Annoyed, Sugah quickly stopped and waited for him to catch up to her car. “Sugah, why are you leaving so soon? I thought that maybe we could grab a bite to eat or something,” he spoke slightly winded. Sugah looked at him for a minute. “You cannot be serious right now! I told you before class that I was meeting my mother for lunch, Mark. Where you even paying attention to any word that I said earlier? I don’t have time for this right now. I have to go. I will see you on Thursday since we don’t have any classes together tomorrow. In fact, I don’t have to be on campus until the evening. If you still want to get together, we could possibly do something before or after my class tomorrow. I’ll call you later, okay. I really have to go.” Sugah pulled off in a hurry, to meet her mother. She wasn’t late or if traffic was busy, she would be. She became frustrated because she didn’t like to be late or keep anyone waiting, a trait she wished all people possessed. Time was something no one could get back so Sugah made a conscious decision to never waste anyone or her own.

Mark watched Sugah drive off. “Awe, what’s the matter, she left you hanging,” he heard a voice behind him say. When he saw Simone, he sighed. “When did you get back? I thought my father told you to leave and never come back. You know when he learns that you are back, he will be pissed,” Mark said in a corky tone. “I don’t give a damn what he gets. He ruined my life once and that won’t happen again. Besides, who is going to tell him I’m back? I hope we can still be friends, Mark. I really missed not having you in my life. I know what happened was foul but I lost everything. What more do I have to lose in order for you to see that I genuinely cared about you? Can we please just put this all behind us and become friends again? I can really use a good one right now.” Mark wasn’t prepared to forgive Simone but he found his heart betraying him. She was once his best friend. When she left, he was lost without her. True, she had slept with his father and gotten pregnant but he missed her. When his father found out about the baby, he threatened Simone, gave her money for an abortion and told her to get as far away from them as possible and to never look back.

Simone walked closer to Mark. She needed him. Tears began to kiss her cheeks. She turned to get away from him but was stopped by his hand grabbing her own. He pulled her into his arms and consoled her. They stood there in front of everyone, making up for lost times. Mark’s heart pounded. He had always been in love with Simone but placed that love on the back burner when she left. The only person who even captured his attention longer than her was Sugah. He wanted to get to know Sugah better but when Simone walked back into his life, those feelings changed. When he saw her enter the classroom, he wanted to run and pull her into his arms but didn’t. She played him. She played him big time with his father but yet and still he loved her. Mark quickly pushed Simone away to keep her from feeling his protruding erection. He wanted to make love to her, to take all of her pain away but now was not the time. If she was being honest with him, they would have their time. If not, he would make sure she never broke his heart again.

“I am so sorry, Mark. I never meant to hurt you. I promise to never do that again. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?” Mark held Simone closer, kissing her on the forehead. “Shh, I have already forgiven you, silly. Let’s go get something to eat. Where are you staying?” Simone smiled. Mark was her best friend but she didn’t love him the way she loved Khalil. If only her heart and mind could agree, she thought. Maybe she would grow to love Mark like she loved Khalil. She shook those thoughts out of her mind. “Sure, where are we going,” she said to Mark. “And I don’t have anywhere to stay at the moment. I have been living in a hotel downtown for the past few days until I can get something more permanent.” It was Mark’s turn to smile. “I have the perfect spot,” he said and grabbed Simone by the hand, leading her to his car. Coffee watched the interaction between the two and wondered just how well they knew each other and for how long. Something weird was going on and he didn’t like the feeling that it was so close to home. He also had a funny feeling that something terrible was about to transpire. The fear concerned him that Sugah’s back was the target and a knife was about to stab it beyond repair.    

"Sugah and Spice"

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"Sugah and Spice"

Chapter 9

                After a full day of classes, Sugah couldn’t wait to get home to relax. As she walked back toward her car, she noticed Coffee walking toward her. He was with another woman. The woman was very pretty, youthful and they seemed deep in conversation. Sugah didn’t know why she suddenly felt jealous but she didn’t like seeing him with another woman. He looked up and saw her. Sugah averted her eyes to keep from looking into his. She knew that if she looked into his eyes, she would lose it. When she passed by them, Sugah heard that the young woman alongside of Coffee was only a student, who hadn’t been in class that day and wanted to get the proper information from her professor, instead of someone else. Sugah forced a smile and never looked back. She couldn’t get to her car fast enough. Before she opened her car door, she heard her name being called. When she looked around, she saw Mark. Disappointed that it wasn’t Coffee, she let out a long sigh.

                “Hey Sugah, I wanted to catch up before you left. I saw the car and knew immediately that it belonged to you. It really works. It describes you to perfection.” Sugah looked at Mark. “Is that right? What exactly does it say about me, Mark?”

Mark stood back and admired the car again before he spoke. He chose his words carefully. “Well, it’s sexy, sassy and sleek. It’s sporty, yet elegance and classy. The leather is smooth, sophisticated. The black speaks boldness, while the red speaks confidence, fire and passion. You don’t have over the top wheels, which show poise and self-assurance. Your windows are tinted not too light or dark, and that tells me that you are open-minded without any thing to hide. That you don’t judge and really like to get to know someone before making assumptions based on outer appearance. And the convertible top shows that you are daring, fun, exciting and not afraid to take life by the horns and make the best out of any given situation. But with all that being said, it is a beauty! Just like you.” Sugah couldn’t close her mouth. She was more impressed with Mark. He didn’t know much about her but knew everything by the kind of car she drove. The only other person who said some of the same things was Espresso when she sat inside the car.

“Well, that sums me up completely. Mainly the reasons I bought this particular car instead of something else. The red packs a punch like me too, so don’t get it twisted. Are you sure you aren’t a Psych major? No one has ever analyzed me like that and gotten it right. Damn, I am going to have to be careful around you, Mark Prescott.” Mark flashed his million dollar smile. “Sugah, you are one of a kind. The car just goes hand in hand with you perfectly. I am just calling it like I see it. I was also wondering if you wanted to get together and study like we did last semester. I know that you have a full load, as do I, so maybe we can help each other out. What do you say,” he asked smiling. Sugah admitted for the first time that she was attracted to Mark. His smile was infectious, so she found herself smiling back at him. “Sure, why not! We do make a good team, don’t we? I will see you tomorrow and then we can come up with a schedule that works well for both of us.” Mark nodded in agreement. “Okay,” he said backing up to let her get into her car. “By the way, nice choice but you should have gotten a Mercedes.” He backed up still facing her. “I didn’t know you had it like that, girl. Maybe you can take me for a spin sometime?” Sugah looked at her new car. She had to agree, it was something else. “Sure,” she replied. Mark watched as she drove off. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her. Sugah had made a lasting impression on him from the first moment he met her and now he wanted more. As he walked in the direction of his own car, he didn’t see the jealous man watching him with clenched teeth. Coffee was furious. Who was this clown? Why was he all over Sugah? He would get to the bottom of it.

                The drive to her apartment was a breeze. Sugah loved having a car. She wondered how she made it through a year of school without one. Now all she needed was a new apartment. Although she would miss her first apartment, she knew that she needed more space. After she finished her first day assignments, grabbed a fresh bowl of fruit and sat in front of her computer, she allowed the words to pour out of her. When she realized it, she had written several pages, which she would later turn into her college Thesis. The piece of life’s lessons and making the best of harsh circumstances is well-executed, well-written and well underway to receiving countless recognition all over the country. Several hours had also passed. Sugah jumped into the shower to freshen up before her meeting with Coffee. She wondered if all the others would be attending. She thought of Espresso. She hadn’t been able to join him for lunch and wanted to call to apologize. Sugah wrapped her towel around her wet body, while putting a cotton t-shirt around her soaked hair. Sugah found that the only way to dry her hair without taking all day. It also kept down frizz to her curls. She didn’t have time to set under the dryer nor did she want to. As she lightly applied her makeup, she dialed Espresso’s office number. With the phone on speaker, Sugah was able to use her hands freely. “What up Sis,” he answered. “Oh I can’t call it. Sorry about today. School was more overwhelming than I thought, so I just grabbed something on campus. We can do lunch tomorrow. What’s going on with cha?”

                “Oh Nothing just chilling, getting ready to finish up some last minute paperwork before I can leave, I will be glad when I can get my drink on.  Don’t worry about it. How did it go today? Did you get all the classes you wanted?” Sugah smiled. Espresso was really a sweetheart, although he pretended to be hard in front of everyone else. “Yep and I got all the professors I wanted, except one. Why didn’t you tell me that Coffee taught at my school?” Espresso was suddenly caught off guard. “It never crossed my mind. I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you. Why, what happened?” Sugah tried to hear of any sign that he was lying to her but didn’t get any. “Well, I was shocked when he walked into my Statistics class and started lecturing. I wanted to say something but didn’t, besides, what could I say? No one is even supposed to know that we all know and associate with each other, right. I don’t know if I am even going to stay in his class. Although I really need the class, I just don’t think it will be good. What would you do?”

                “Girl, Coff is a great professor. He has received several awards and is good at Statistics. Hell, he helped us all when we took it in school. Even though he is young, hell we are all young, doesn’t mean that he cannot distinguish teaching from all of his other activities. Don’t take it personal. Just go in there, do your best and get that a, girl. Chill the hell out! It will be fine.” Sugah felt at ease. “Thanks. I guess that because of what happened between us, it’s just weird.” Just as the words slipped out of her mouth, she regretted saying them. She hadn’t mentioned any of what happened to Espresso and now she had to. “Whoa, what do you mean, what happened between the two of you?” She could tell from his change in tone that he wasn’t happy hearing what she had just said. Sugah remained silent. “Oh don’t get all quiet on me now and shit. I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Sugah, are you listening to me? Don’t make me come over there and put my foot in ya ass, girl.”

                “Yes, I’m listening. Don’t get all demanding and shit, So.” So, was the nickname that Sugah had started calling Espresso, after he called her a few times to check on her and see if she needed anything. After that, it just stuck and he didn’t seem to mind it. “I know you want what’s best for me but I don’t owe you any explanation.” Sugah’s voice raised an octave. She didn’t like when people demanded things from her. It made her feel inferior. She took a deep breath and remembered that she was talking to Espresso. He didn’t want anything but the best for her. She apologized and calmed down.  “So, I really like Coffee. He makes me feel like no other. Whenever I am around him, my heart skips a beat. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what it is about him. I have only had one boyfriend and he betrayed me with someone way younger than me. I haven’t allowed anyone to get as close as I let Coffee. He is different and I find myself drawn to him for some strange reason.” Sugah allowed her tears to kiss her cheeks. She didn’t like the way her emotions were betraying her and certainly not to Espresso. Being weak wasn’t an option for her. No one would ever make her feel weak again.  

“Shh, calm down. It will be okay. Coff is a good dude and he hasn’t shown interest in anyone since his last relationship, years ago. I see the way he looks at you. Hell, Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder can see that. Those mugs can write a song about it and win a Grammy. Just take one day at a time. I care about the both of you and I don’t want to have to choose. Are you like a little sister to me and Coffee is like a brother, so if whatever going on between you two doesn’t work out, I don’t want to have to be put in an awkward position. I don’t even what to know all that did or didn’t happen. Be sure before you tell anyone else, okay. And Sugah, never mix business with pleasure, it never works out good. Trust me, I have been there and done that and sometimes I am still recovering from that shit.” Sugah nodded, blowing her nose. She could tell that pain was still there in whatever went down between Espresso and whomever. She wanted to know more but didn’t push the issue. If he wanted to share, he would.

                “Thanks, So. I am glad to have you in my life. I have to finish getting dressed. Will you be at the meeting tonight?”

                “I will be there but I will probably be late. I still have a lot of things to do before I can leave the office. Save me a seat next to you and please order me a glass of goose and cranberry, hold the cranberry.” Sugah laughed. “You got it.” They said their goodbyes and Sugah finished getting dressed. When she was sure she looked her best, she checked herself one last time in the mirror and grabbed her keys. Before she reached the door, her home phone rang. Annoyed, she quickly picked up the phone. “Hello?” she spoke in a frustrated tone. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?” Sugah corrected herself, apologizing to her mother. “Mom, I was on my way out. I didn’t think you would be calling. Sorry! What is it? Is something wrong?”  

                “Why would something be wrong? Can’t I call my own daughter? What’s going on with you, Sugah?” Charlotte wasn’t used to hearing her only child sound so frustrated. She knew that something was up but she wouldn’t pry. If Sugah wanted her to know, she would tell you on her own terms. She knew that school began, so she was probably just stressed. “Mom, I’m fine. As I said, I was about to head out. Do you mind if I call you back later? I shouldn’t be out late.”

                “Oh, no problem, I was just calling to tell you that I am in town. Richard sent for me a few days early, claiming he couldn’t wait any longer to see me. You can call me at his house. I will be staying here while I’m in town instead of at your place.” Sugah was saddened and outraged. Why hadn’t she been involved in the decision making regarding her mother? “Oh…okay. I will call you there then. Talk to you later and tell Richard hello for me.” Sugah hung up the phone feeling like she was about to lose her mother. Sure she wanted her to be happy but at what expense? Mr. Blakemore was a great man and would make her mother extremely happy but Sugah wanted to make sure that her mother wasn’t hurt by moving too fast. If anything happened to hurt her, Sugah wouldn’t be responsible for all the pain and suffering she would bring to anyone who was at fault. Right now she couldn’t focus on that. She was almost late. She ran out the door.

                When she arrived at the restaurant the only people there were Latte and Cap. Everyone else was running late. She greeted them and took a seat. They had been deep in conversation when she arrived, so she allowed them to continue. It appeared that they were discussing a business deal from the weekend before, which had been a great success from what Sugah could gather. As everyone else began to join them, Sugah felt better. Java sat next to her. “Are you okay Sugah? I can sense some tension between you and my brother. Whatever it is, let it go tonight. Don’t let the others know anything is up. They will become uncomfortable and that could mean trouble for you being the new girl and all. Trust me! I know all too well about this kind of stuff. I was once the new girl and the same thing happened to me. I just didn’t have anyone to tell me what to do along the way, which made a few situations belong my journey, complicated.” Sugah forced a smiled. She was happy that Java understood her dilemma. “Thanks. It means a lot to have someone looking out for you instead of trying to take advantage of you all the time.” Java nodded in agreement. By that time, everyone was there and their meeting began.  

                Coffee called the meeting to order. Being in the back on the establishment, in a secluded conference room provided them great privacy from the other patrons. There wouldn’t be any raised eyebrows or unwanted chatter as to what was going on with them. Sugah sipped on her water. Her throat had gotten extremely dry once Coffee walked into the space. She wanted to say something to him, even touch him but she couldn’t. She was still upset with him. Sugah also wanted something stronger than water but she was underage and had school tomorrow. Suddenly a picture of them making love ran through her mind. She shifted in her seat to keep her pussy from jumping. “Hey, you okay,” Espresso whispered to her. Sugah nodded her head up and down. “Chill the fuck out, girl,” he said sipping his second drink. He wasn’t driving because Mocha had stopped at his office and they rode together. The last time he drove with a little too much in his system, he had nearly killed someone he loved dearly. The image of Mya clouded his mind. Espresso quickly shook the thoughts from his mind and tried to focus of whatever Coffee was talking about. He wanted to go home and relax.  

                “So, last week we had several successful events and created quite a buzz about our organization. I have received calls requesting everything we provide, plus some. Java and I will be coming up with a few proposals for introducing new services and have them available at our next meeting, back at the office. If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to write up a proposal and give it to me or Java before the next meeting. Anything you can bring to the table to produce revenue is much welcomed. I wanted everyone here this evening to show support to Sugah. She will be working her second assignment this coming weekend and I just wanted everyone to offer any advice or any other information she might need. Now with that being said, Sugah, here are all the details you will need. If there are any questions or concerns, call me or anyone else you feel comfortable talking with.” Coffee handed over the secured folder of information to her. His hand lightly brushed hers, sending an electrical current threw her entire body. She wanted to make love to him right there, on the long table, in front of everyone. “Thank you Coffee. Thank you so much for believing in me. Thank you everyone,” Sugah said looking around the table at each person. She really did appreciate them. “I won’t let you guys down.”

                “We know that, Shawty. Now, can we eat up in this joint or what? I am hungry as hell. My stomach is touching my back. I skipped lunch today,” Espresso said in his usual humorous way. Everyone at the table laughed, agreeing with him. “Right,” Cap seconded. Latte, Mocha and Java nodded in agreement too. Coffee didn’t have much of an appetite for food but he was staring straight into the eyes of what he wanted to have for dinner. Sugah watched him watching her. He licked his lips, sending another wave of desire to her hidden jewel. He saw the way she moved in her seat. Coffee knew that she was on fire. He knew that she wanted him just as much if not more, than he wanted her.

                After their orders had been taken and drinks were being sipped, everyone talked amongst themselves. Java pulled Sugah aside. She wanted to know what the tension was all about between her and Coffee. The organization had once been jeopardized by too much personal involvement between the founder and employee and she wanted to nip that in the bud before things really got out of hand. Sure she admired, was even intrigued by Sugah but business was business. Java, as well as the others had too much invested in their organization to lose it. The way Coffee looked at Sugah told Java all she needed to know. They had been sexually involved. Maybe if she spoke openly and honestly with Sugah before anything else happened between them, she could stop it from going any further.

                “What’s going on between the two of you,” Java asked looking from Sugah to Coffee. “Don’t give me some bullshit answer. I can see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you, that the two of you have crossed the line. Sugah, this isn’t smart for business. I know that my brother can be very charming but please keep a leveled head. You are young and I see a lot of myself in you. Don’t ruin your future because you think you know what love is. I am only trying to help. I have also been there and done that. I have seen this type of thing happen many times and nothing good ever comes from it. I love my brother deeply but he isn’t the type to just be with one woman, especially someone as young as you, Sugah. You are about to turn 19 and he is almost 25. Not too much of an age difference, but it can be difficult.” Sugah listened to Java’s every word. She saw the pain and hurt in the woman’s face. Something dark was there. Sugah wanted to ask questions of her own but didn’t. She knew when to listen and when to speak and now wasn’t the time to. “Sugah, I love my family. When I love, I love hard. I will do everything within my power to keep them safe, and now that includes you. Don’t make me chose.” That was the second time Sugah heard those words in a matter of hours. First from Espresso and now from Java, so she knew that whatever had happened was serious.

                “Java, I appreciate you talking with me. I am not here to cause any trouble. I admire your brother for starting such a great organization. I just found out today that he is one of my professors. What happened between us should not have happened, but it did. I just want to do a great job while I’m with the organization and make everyone proud. I didn’t pursue your brother, he pursued me and I allowed it to happen. When I look at him, I see kindness, pride, and sometimes when he looks at me, I see love. But from this day forward, our relationship is strictly business related. Java, I can tell that something happened to you, something horrible and I don’t know if your brother had anything to do with it or not. Don’t let your past keep you from your future. You are a great, amazing woman, who deserves happiness. Any man would be blessed to have you as his. Don’t sale yourself short. You are wonderful and beautiful both inside and out. If you don’t believe that, no one else will. Whoever broke your heart, you need to stop giving him power over you by holding on to it. Let it go! If you knew only half of what I have been through, you wouldn’t believe it. Thanks again for giving faith in me. I promise. I won’t like you down!”

                Java couldn’t move. She couldn’t see anything. All she was able to do was, pull Sugah into her arms and embrace her. The others in the room watched in disbelief. Java never showed affection after what she had gone through with Mr. X. Espresso wondered what was so special about Sugah. It seemed as if everyone was opening up their hearts to her, letting her inside them. If she was able to do the same thing with Java, he knew that Coffee couldn’t stand a chance. Maybe it was time his friend settled down. A different woman in his bed every night was cool, but it got old. If he could have Mya back, he would give all of that up. Coffee was no exception. He was a playa and sometimes even playas needed to turn in their playa card.

"Sugah and Spice"

Chapter 8

                The next day, Sugah got dressed and headed toward campus. Her first class didn’t begin for a few hours but she wanted to get an early start. The new car she purchased was a blessing because now she didn’t have to walk or rely on public transportation. She didn’t have many friends and the few she did have, she hadn’t talked with since last semester. Summer was in full-swing and the weather was starting to get hot. The light breeze washed over Sugah as she rode along with the top down. She took it as a sign that the first day of classes would be easy. After speaking with her mother the night before, she learned that she and Richard had been talking quite a bit over the phone and he had also made a trip to see her. Sugah was happy to hear the excitement in her mother’s voice. It was as if the horrible things her mother once said to her, several weeks ago hadn’t happened. She was happy that her mother was her usual self again, but still, something lingered in her mind. There was definitely something going on. Charlotte Payne wasn’t quite herself and Sugah would find out what was bothering her. She didn’t like when her mother was dealing with issues after all that she had been through.  

                As Sugah found a parking spot close to the building of her first class, she smiled. “Today is going to be a good day,” she spoke loudly and proudly as she checked her makeup, let the top up and got out of the car. Before she was in the building good, her cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Espresso, she smiled. “What up bighead,” she spoke into the phone. “Girl, how you know it’s me? My number wasn’t supposed to even show up, damn. And who in the hell you calling bighead, I bet if you didn’t have all that damn hair on your head, you would have a big ass head too,” he said laughing. “Whatever, if you don’t want your number to show up, you should probably use *67 because I know that you are at work, to what do I owe this surprise, this beautiful summer day?” Both of them laughed.

                “I knew that school started today, so I wanted to wish you good luck. I remember how those days were. Man, I do not miss that shit, Sis. You got everything you need? How are you enjoying the new whip?” Sugah looked back at her car. She loved it. Never had she imagined riding in a BMW, less known, owning one herself. The 650 black, sports car, with black and red leather interior, was to die for. Choosing the red accent color surprised Sugah at first but she found it a great choice. It complicated her style and personality now more than ever, which Espresso agreed. Even the salesperson was impressed by her bold color scheme. Sugah thanked Espresso countless number of times for going with her to the dealership when she finally decided to buy a car for herself. In turn, she received a great deal and now she was the proud owner of something. Paying cash for the car gave extra incentive and more discounts, just as Espresso had assured her before arriving at the BMW dealership. The fact that a few of their clients worked at the establishment was also a major plus, Espresso said just before entering the building.

                “Hello, you still there,” he asked bringing her back to reality. “Yes, I’m still here. I was just admiring my baby. I really love that car,” Sugah said proudly. “I know you do. That’s why I took you to the BMW joint first. Only the best for the best, right. And the black and red, whoa! Look out world, here she comes. Girl, you are going to have to fight the niggas off when you pull up in that one. I hope you ready. You sure you don’t wanna go get something a little more conservation, like a minivan.” A burst of laughter tickled Sugah’s ear. She couldn’t help but join in. Espresso always knew what to say to make her laugh or smile. He had a way about him that put everyone he came in contact with, at ease. Sugah admired that quality in him. He would make some woman very happy and be a great parent one day. “Anyway, I just wanted to catch you before you started your day. I’ll check in on you later. Have a great day, Sis.” He smiled as those words came out of his mouth. He was extremely proud of Sugah and was glad to have her in his life. She was a very bright young lady. She wasn’t like any other young girls he knew, who only wanted someone to take care of them. She had goals and wanted the best that life had to offer. That fact was gathered after she landed her first big assignment, securing her spot in the organization. Espresso wished that she were his biological sister but would take her just the way she was. After all, you don’t have to be related to be family. He gathered that time and time again with every new member who joined their organization. But Sugah was special, different. She was wise way beyond her years and he was glad that he wasn’t the only one who saw her potential. Java told him so the first time that met her. And Java wasn’t an easy nut to crack. The fact that she showed interest in Sugah, said a lot.

                Sugah couldn’t contain her excitement. She was also grateful to have Espresso in her life. He was like a big brother in more ways than one. Whenever he washed his car, he always washed hers. Whenever he wanted to talk about the new female or females in his life, he called her and they really did look like sister and brother to the people looking in on the outside. They just had that connection. “Thanks, bro. It means a lot to have you in my life. I will make sure to call you when I get a break. Maybe I’ll stop by the firm and bring you lunch.” Espresso beamed. “Sounds good, talk to you later,” he said. He had always wanted to have a little sister, so having Sugah in his life was a plus.

As Sugar pulled out her schedule to see which way her class was, she saw a familiar face. It was a guy she had in a few of her other classes, her past two semesters. He was cool and whenever she didn’t attend that class, he would allow her to use his notes and she would return the favor to him when he didn’t show up to class. “Mark, how have you been, Dude? I was wondering if you were attending summer school. What class do you have in this building,” Sugah asked. Mark was happy to see a friendly face. He wasn’t the most popular and best looking of guys but he had potential, Sugah gathered after being around him a few times. They had become study-buddies. There was also something mysterious about him. Sugah couldn’t quite put her finger on it but she made sure to pay close attention to him. Mark was very secretive. He never talked about family. She never saw him with many people but it seemed that a lot of people who him whenever they were together. At first Sugah tried to ply but Mark quickly changed the subject. That only made her suspicions greater, which she planned on exploring.

 “Sugah, I am so glad to see you, girl,” Mark said picking her up, swinging her around. A few people gave them strange looks but he obviously didn’t care. Sugah was a little taken aback. Mark had never shown any interest in her in that way, but he held her a bit longer than necessary before putting her down. “I don’t know where the hell I’m going. I am looking for Statistics.” To her surprise, so was she. “Well, we better get to it. Looks like we are stuck with each other again this semester,” she said. Mark beamed, walking next to the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, thus far. She smelled delicious and looked amazing. The short denim shorts she wore, showed skin but left room for the imagination, which he found intriguing, since most girls didn’t care. He could have sworn that each summer, the shorts got shorter and tighter, exposing more Carmel toe that he cared to see.  Not Sugah, she was always classy and tastefully dressed to perfection. The midriff shirt revealed perfect abs and a sexy inney, belly bottom. Mark found himself getting aroused watching Sugah’s body. Her legs looked perfect, tanned and firm. He had never asked, but now he wondered if she danced or played sports. He made a mental note to find out the answers to the questions lingering in his head. Her small waist gave way to round hips and a nice ass. Any man would love to stand behind it and watch it stop, drop and roll. Mark caught himself before he couldn’t walk anymore. He had fantasized about Sugah from the first moment he saw her and they only got more and more visual each time he saw her. Days like today would make it harder for him to focus or sleep when he went home. When she stopped in front of the open classroom door, she looked in his direction. “Here we are. Let’s hurry up and get seats together,” Sugah said entering the classroom.

                The class wasn’t nearly full but she knew that there would be late-bloomers, as always. Finally settling on seats in the middle of the class, not too high or low, she and Mark pulled out their textbook and paper. They were bright, determined students, with goals and didn’t want to waste any time when the professor began class. A few other students pulled out their books and waited patiently for the instructor to arrive, with great anticipation, Sugah saw scanning the classroom. There were about two-hundred or more seats and the class were beginning to fill up quickly. She was glad they arrived when they had and gotten good seating. Sugah looked down at her wristwatch. It was time for class to begin. The instructor was late and she hated having a late professor. That should have been a sign that something terrible was about to take place, but Sugah ignored the feeling. She opened up her book and began to read the first chapter. Usually she would have read the night before but she was preoccupied with a wandering mind and thoughts of Coffee. Just as she was almost finished with page five, Mark tapped her hand. “He’s here,” he whispered. When Sugah followed Mark’s eyes, she nearly fainted. It was Coffee, looking like a million bucks walking into the classroom. The khaki Ralph Lauren slacks and navy blue polo shirt looked great on his muscular frame. He was cleanly shaved and freshly cut, with a pair of Armani sunglasses on, which he quickly removed when he walked into the class. How could someone look better each time you saw him was beyond belief, Sugah thought admiring her handsome lover. She wanted to give new meaning to the phrase “head of the class” but kept her thoughts and actions at bay. 

                His skin looked amazing and his swag was more noticeable than she remembered, in that moment. He possessed sure confidence, poise and intelligence has he demanded the attention from everyone in the space. All eyes were on him. Coffee placed his briefcase and other personal items on the small desk, then took his spot in front of the podium, facing the class. By this time, the entire classroom was full. There weren’t any seats left. Suddenly Sugah felt light-headed. “You okay,” Mark asked.

“I’m fine. I think my blood-sugar is dropping. I didn’t have breakfast this morning as usual,” she lied. He reached into his bag and handed her a peppermint. “Here, this should help.” Mark was Pre-Med, which Sugah learned their first semester together. “Thanks,” she mouthed, popping the mint into her watering mouth. “This dude doesn’t look old enough to be a professor. We are in big trouble,” Mark said softly. A few classmates around them agreed, while Sugah sit quietly. Sugah also saw how every female in the class was taking in their eye-candy. Finally looking up, Coffee saw her. Her eyes were glued to his and it was his turn to feel light-headed. What were the odds of Sugah being a student of his, he thought. Well, now his secret was out and he just had to make the best out of the unforeseen situation.

                He softly cleared his throat. “Good Morning, class. My name is Professor Love but please call me Khalil. I will have the pleasure of teaching you about Statistics this summer semester. My office hours are written on the syllabus. I will pass them out momentarily. Can everyone please sign your name and email address on this sheet as it passes around? It will be our way of communication and getting to know one another this semester.” Coffee handed the clipboard to the student in front of him, who immediately provided the required information and passed it along to the next student. “Sorry I was late this morning, I am never late, ever. It won’t happen again. Now, as the clipboard passes around, try not to make too much noise. With that being said, please open your textbooks to chapter 1. Let’s began, shall we!” Sugah was in awe of him. He was so calm, professional and demanding of attention. He was smooth and self-confident. As she looked around the class, she saw several females drooling at him. She wanted to slap the crap out of them. He was hers. She took a deep breath to focus on the reason she was there in the first place. Now wasn’t the time or place to cause a scene, especially when she didn’t even know what was really going on between the two of them.

Surprisingly, the lecture was interesting. Sugah found herself lingering onto every word Coffee spoke. Although she didn’t enjoy Statistics much, she was finding herself interested in wanting to know more. Was it her will for knowledge or Coffee? Either way, she craved more. By the end of the lecture, Sugah had learned more than she could have imagined for the first day of class. Even Mark seemed drawn to Coffee, as well as all the other students occupying the classroom. They all gave nods that he was alright in their eyes and looked forward to a great semester with Professor Love.

                When it was time to leave, the clipboard was back in the hands of Coffee and each person had his or her own copy of the syllabus. Every question that went through Sugah’s mind was answered with preciseness. His terms, grading system, office hours and any other information regarding the class, for the summer semester was answered to perfection just by glancing at the syllabus. Again, Sugah was impressed. She kept her head down to keep from looking into Coffee’s eyes. As she got closer to him, her heart pounded. Mark asked her something but she didn’t know what exactly. “Earth to Sugah, I just asked you a question,” Mark teased. “I’m sorry Mark, what did you ask me. I guess I am just focusing on the lecture and assignment Professor Love gave.” Mark shrugged his shoulders. “We can study, if you like. I only wanted to know where your next class was located. I can give you a ride, if you like.” Sugah hadn’t shared her good news with him yet. She also noticed that Mark said “if you like” a lot. More than Sugah thought should be allowed to someone as clearly as intelligent as he appeared. “Oh, not needed this semester, Mark. I just bought a car. I have been working and saving up my cash and now I can finally reap the benefits. I have to go over to Max Hall, for Technical Writing. It isn’t far. I think I’ll just walk.”

                “Well congrats to you, girl! I’m always happy to hear of someone else’s good news for a change. You deserve that and more Sugah. I am truly happy for you. What did you get?” Sugah beamed like the sun. “You won’t believe me,” she said. Mark gave her a flustered look. “Girl, what did you get? It’s not like you bought a Bentley Coupe or something.” Sugah smiled. True, she hadn’t bought a Bentley, but she was headed in the right direction. Mark owned a big body Lexus, so she knew he would approve of her choice. “No, I couldn’t afford a Bentley, well not right now but I am. I settled for a 650 BMW,” Sugah delighted in sharing with her new friend. Mark was speechless. He thought that she would say something like a Toyota or Nissan but a BMW? Sugah was growing on him more and more. She must have worked two or three jobs to be able to afford a car like that or was keeping secrets from him.

“Damn girl! You never seize to amaze me. You must show me your whip but I have to go. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Sure thing,” Sugah said as she watched Mark jog off to his car. Mark looked at his schedule. His next class was in Bush Centre, which was in the opposite direction as to where Sugah was going. “If you get here before me tomorrow, save me a seat. That class is huge and I doubt if anyone will be dropping it with the way Professor Love lectures. The man wasn’t boring in the least. His voice isn’t annoying and the way he uses humor, is remarkable. No wonder all the ladies were checking him out. Hell, if I was gay, I would have been doing the same thing,” Mark called out over his shoulder. That got Sugah’s and a few other people’s attention. At least she now knew that Mark wasn’t gay. She had speculations, now they could be put to rest.

Sugah had walked passed Coffee without a second glance. His heart broke into tiny pieces. He had to do something to make her see that he wanted to be with her, but what? Now was nor the time or place, so he didn’t try getting her attention. He suddenly wondered who the guy was seating next to her in class and that she was talking to, walking from the classroom. Did he have competition? Coffee wasn’t corky or arrogant when it came to his skills on getting a woman, so why did they suddenly matter where Sugah was concerned? The way she used her body to pleasure his may have had something to do with it. No matter how hard he tried, Coffee couldn’t get the images of the way she moved her body, out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, they made love. Whenever he got into his empty bed, he touched himself, thinking of her. He wanted her. He wanted all of her and if he got his way, he would have her for the rest of his life. She was fine as hell, intelligent and wanted great things out of life. No wonder he had competition, besides, who wants someone no one else does, he asked himself. Coffee knew that Sugah was a great catch. He knew that if he wanted to be with her, he had to step up his game. She was like a diamond, rare and irreplaceable.  

                Sugah finished her first day of summer semester, with a breeze. She liked all of her professors and knew that her grades would be great in the end. She had already completed a year of college and now she had to keep on the right path. Her cell phone chimed, indicating a text message and she opened her phone. It was from Coffee. “Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to end between us the way they did. Meet me for dinner tonight, eight o’clock sharp. I will text you with further instructions. You looked amazing today. Sugah, I promise to never hurt you. You have to believe me. Okay, I hope you get this and join me. There is much we have to discuss. I also have information on your next assignment. If it helps, the others will be there too.”  

                He was reaching out to her. Sugah found that sweet but she couldn’t allow him or anyone else to cloud her head. Although she wanted to reply to his message, she couldn’t bring herself to. She was on a mission, a goal and she wouldn’t lose focus. Sure, she would meet him but only to learn her new assignment. If that was the only way to get it, then so be it. He wasn’t fooling anyone but himself if he thought that she was that easy to manipulate. Men never amazed her with their tactics. They were like puppies, train them and they stay loyal forever, but you cannot teach an old dog, new tricks. Yes, she liked Coffee, but he had made it clear of his intentions. She wasn’t into keeping anyone who didn’t want to be kept and wouldn’t start now. If he wanted to be with her, he would have to do more than buy her dinner or give her some of the best sex of her life. Sugah thought about the way he used his tongue, hands and dick to pleasure her and quickly got overheated. She took a deep breath and composed herself. The shit people do when it came to great sex, she thought walking in the direction of her car, while Coffee continued to look at his phone, waiting on a reply text from the girl of his dreams.

"Sugah and Spice"

Chapter 7

                Coffee kissed her until her knees shook and she lost balance, falling into the door. When he was sure she was kissed in total disarray, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her toward her bedroom. “Which way,” he asked. Sugah unable to speak pointed to the door in front of them. When they reached her bedroom, Coffee eased her down onto the bed. He slowly undressed Sugah’s body, using his touch to drive her wild. She tossed and turned begging him to make love to her. “Baby, Please, I want you so much,” Sugah moaned. Her body shivered from the way his hands were bringing her close to orgasm. How did he know just what to do and how to use his hands to pleasure her so sweetly?

                When Coffee had removed all of Sugah’s clothing, he slowly parted her legs and took refuge in his paradise, her hidden treasure that he once invaded, striking gold. He kissed her sweet furnace, feeling her volcano about to erupt. Sugah couldn’t take much more but she arched her back to give him more of what he wanted. Coffee closed his eyes and began to make music. She became his piano, he stroking all of her keys, perfectly. When he finished, she was his most prized composed masterpiece, a musical ensemble he was proud to work hard making better and better each and time he spread her legs, and a new key was discovered. 

                Sugah bit her bottom lip, whispered obscenities and call Coffee vulgar terms of endearment. Her whimpers were driving him crazy, he wanted to enter her fiery fortress and conquer it. He removed his own clothing. She couldn’t wait much longer. She helped him toss them to the floor. Sugah opened up wide for him. Coffee admired her before he entered her soft and rough. She was so wet, on fire and he wanted to stay there forever. He was home and she was giving him the best homecoming he could have imagined. They found their rhythm and composed another musical masterpiece, one to surely leave the both of them sexually satisfied.

                The way Coffee pleasured her, Sugah couldn’t think straight. He felt too good, but she wanted to be the star of their show. She rolled over and forced him underneath her. She loved to be in control. Coffee shocked and excited by her gesture, prepared for the ride of his life. Sugah ease down slowly, rotating on the head of his dick, like churning butter. Damn, Coffee thought to himself. He was in trouble. Her body movements told him that she was no amateur. She dropped down all the way on his shaft, working him overtime. She moaned, screamed and hollered as she used his body as her assassin. Sugah rode hard, soft, fast and slow until her pussy walls became familiar with the length and thickness of Coffee’s dick. He was a very well-endowed man. She could fuck him all day and night and if she got her way, as she always had, she would be doing so for a very long time.

                Sugah had a few tricks of her own, she got up onto her tippy toes and Coffee let out a loud moan. What was she doing to him? She moved like she was dancing at a nightclub, in a slow grind. She dipped and before he knew what was happened, she flipped over into a backwards split, straddling him, working his dick like she was starring in her own porn movie. Lights, cameras, action, Sugah moved back and forth, while she grabbed his feet. Her feet hung on each side of the bed, she moved in perfect poise, yet became a beast when she felt an orgasm creep up on her. She got faster and faster until she wasn’t able to move. Coffee wanted to feel her cum on over him. He moved his body into her hot, wet flesh, causing her pussy to do flips. Sugah didn’t know who she was dealing with. Coffee moved up onto his knees while she held her position. He pumped slowly at first until his own orgasm crawl through his loins. He held her in place by her waist and stirred her. His jism ripped through him like nothing that he had ever felt before. It’s intensity, power, pleasure escaped through his movements as he pounded into her sweet pussy. Sugah held on and enjoyed the ride Coffee was taking her on. She came again and again until there was nothing left inside to go out. They collapsed on the bed laughing, breathing hard and totally unable to move. That night, Sugah knew that she never wanted to feel anyone else other than the man lying next to her in her bed, in her arms, and in her hidden treasure. 

                Before the morning became day, they had made love again and again. Coffee couldn’t get enough of the things Sugah did and said to him and she couldn’t stop herself from wanted more of him. He was amazing, a lover who knew how to give and receive pleasure. The passion burning between them was soaring in the air. They hugged, kissed, and discovered new positions neither one of them were afraid or embarrassed to try. When they finished, they could have put the book of kumasutra out of business and made the world’s best porn stars ask for pointers. “Good Morning,” Sugah whispered into Coffee’s ear as he lay on his stomach smiling at her. She was even beautiful first thing in the morning, he thought. “Good Morning”, he replied still feeling the power of the night’s orgasm in his soul. No one had ever made him cum like that. Sugah impressed him even more, at each moment, of every day he was around her.

                “So, would you like any breakfast,” she asked with a sly smile on her face. Coffee leaned up to see if she was offering something other than food and when he was sure she was he took matters into his own hands. He turned onto his back and pulled Sugah down on top of his massive erection. “I see someone was thinking of something other than food for breakfast this morning, huh,” she said smiling. Coffee didn’t have any words to speak. He was giving her an answer with the way he moved my dick in and out as she stopped talking and found her groove. She went down, taking all that he had to offer and then moved from her knees, to the balls of her feet. She was able to feel all of him more in that position. Sugah rode her stallion until he pushed her back onto the bed and got on top of her. He spread her legs as wide as they could go, lifting her body into his. His dick was wonderful. It should write the book on how a woman liked to be pleasured and there should be a law for all men to have a copy when he turned fifteen. That way, women wouldn’t have to go through several boring, dull, lovers before she finally found the right one. Sure, she couldn’t speak for most women, but she knew how to please her lover and wasn’t afraid to use her mouth, tongue, pussy, hands, feet or any other part of her body to do so. Sugah felt sorry for the women who didn’t get it. They were going to miss out on a lot of great sex by being fragile, uncreative and closed-minded.

                Once Coffee had made her body scream, moan, shivered and cum endless amounts of time, Sugah returned the favor and then they slept for a few hours. When they finally gained enough energy, they both needed food and water. Sugah cooked lunch. They talked and enjoyed each other’s company. She was falling head over heels for Coffee and he was also doing the same for her. He was a complete joy to be around. His intelligence intrigued Sugah most. She loved a man with a brain between his ears. She was turned on by the things he talked passionately about, the way he annunciated his words, his ability to use a sentence without saying “you know what I’m saying”. It was a pleasure receiving both mental and physical satisfaction for a change. There was nothing better than a man who knew how to have a conversation and how to use his dick to stimulate her.

                “Sugah, we have to be careful. If anyone thought that I am giving you special assignments or that I am losing focus on the business, they will try to keep us from seeing each other. Not that I am afraid or ashamed of being with you, because that is clearly not what I’m saying. It’s just that business comes first with me. I really like you and I want to get to know you better. Do you understand what I’m trying to say,” Coffee asked. Sugah knew exactly what he was saying although she didn’t like it, she respected him for laying it all out for her. He could have easily done the opposite and became a complete asshole. She remained quiet, nodding her head in agreement, although her heart was being warned, she ignored the signs and smiled. “Yes, absolutely, I understand. Anything you need. We can’t have people thinking that you are soft or out of control, now can we?” Coffee heard the sarcasm in her voice and immediately wished that he would have used better choice of words.

                 Sugah got up walking into the kitchen to wash the dishes. She felt completely stupid for being so open with him, so soon. There was nothing she could do about that now, but she could never allow it to happen again, no matter how much it would hurt. Her heart was already invested. Coffee joined her in the kitchen and helped clean the dishes, feeling guilty. “Sugah, you are special. I want to get to know you, spend time with you, but it’s complicated.” She wanted him to go. “Coffee, I may be young but I’m smarter than you might think. It’s cool. It was fun. From now on, what we have is strictly business related, now, if you don’t mind, I have a few errands to run for school. You can show yourself out.” Sugah didn’t even look in his direction as she walked to her bedroom and closed the door. If he wanted to be with her now, he would just have to prove it. Her heart would be guarded from that point on and Coffee or any other man wouldn’t waste any of her damn time. She needed to get refocused on her studies anyway. If she wanted to graduate from college in three years instead of four, it was time for Sugah to get it together. Coffee stood outside her door feeling like a complete ass. He wanted to kiss her and make her see that he wanted her but his pride wouldn’t allow him. He dressed and left her apartment that day with a million thoughts going through his mind. He knew that he had blown his chance with the woman of his dreams and he would do any and everything within his power to get her to see that he was worthy of her heart, of her love.