The Arrangement

The first time I sent Cheryl Starks a text, was exactly one month to the day of our encounter in the laundry room...It simply read:

"Are you available?"

She sent me a text back in about forty minutes that read-

"It's about damn time..I wondered if you were ever going to get in contact with me...
bring condoms and erase this message, once you read it!"

I erased the message (She checked my Blackberry) and I brought the exact condum she told me to bring...The Trojan lubricated..."pleasurable for both her and him" I didn't tell Paris...just told him I would be back soon.

I took the back stairs to her floor...Just as she instructed me to do and knocked on her door once...again..just as she instructed. She opened the door and had on a Victoria's Secret, sheer
Night gown...Sheer enough for me to see a brown leopard print bra and matching leopard print
string bikini panties... She must've worked out, because I'm telling you her body was right...just
anatomically perfect....I stood there in total awe...

'Don't stand there gawking..come inside.......then maybe you'll get to cum inside.....you know what I'm sayin..." she hissed.

She didn't have to tell me twice.....This was some of the best lovemaking I have ever had in my life. She was insatiable...One time and even two didn't satisfy her....That night , I beleive we made love about seven times and in every position you can imagine. I came back to my apartment exhausted...Paris asked me-

"Hey man, where you been?"

"Huh? I was workin out." I said...

"Workin out? You? Nigga you aint worked out a day in your life..Where you been?" he asked.

'What are you, my mom or somethin? I believe I'm grown." I answered.

Paris was no fool and it took him five minutes to put it together.

"You hittin somethin in here aint'cha? Hahahahah...awww,so that's it huh? Who is it Blake?
That white chick that moved in upstairs that always smiles at you or is that Asian babe??"
he asked.

'Nah man, it aint neither of them...man just forget it..okay?" I said.

"What you so secretive about? I always tell you when I get a hook up..who is it? Spill it bruh?"
he said.

"Alright man...but if I tell you...you gotta promise me you won't tell nobody okay?" I said.

"Okay who is it man...I won't tell a soul..it's on the sheild baby!" said Paris.

"It's Cheryl ..Cheryl Starks..." I said.

"Word? The landlady??" said Paris...

"Yeah man..I been on her since you went to the Konclave...We aint gotta pay no rent as long as we live here as long as what we doin stay on the d L." I said.

"Mums the word frat....My man..I can't tell Sean?" he asked.

"No man...not if you want to live rent free." I said.

"Hah ha....well alright.....Blake...you must be layin the good pipe....Tell me bruh, uh er ah is she a
freak?" asked Paris...

"Man like you won't beleive" I said...giving Paris the Kappa shake...

Paris was as good as his word...He didn't tell a soul and for the first month..I was visiting Cheryl at least three times a week. Just like man can't live on bread alone, Man can't live on sex alone.
I had a life. I was taking a couple of classes at community and I did have a job...So as you can understand...this cut my "visits" down from three times a week to maybe twice a month.
On top of that,Paris,Sean and I would hang out at Josie's with Kevin and Clerow and we were regulars at Chess and Chris Thompson's card game, so this took me away from her even more.

I tried to see Cheryl just enough that we didn't have to pay rent....but more and more, this little arrangement was becoming more like work....and a lot less fun than in the beginning. Don't get me wrong..the sex was off the chain..but the demands on my time was somewhat imprisoning.
I suppose if I loved her or had feelings for her it would have been better, but try as I might..I just didn't....but I needed a roof over my head.

Little did I know..Cheryl was about to change the game....

(To Be Continued.....)