Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(27)
The two talked for about ten minutes, and the more time Nichols spent with Delray, the more she was ready to leave with him. She loved the way he touched her lightly, making her feel wanted. He made her laugh and smile a lot and she’d only just met him. His confidence was appealing.
Delray’s friend came walking out of Sylvia’s holding two plastic bags of food. He was tall and lean, older in the face, and his eyes showed a lot of experience. He looked aloof to Nichols.
He walked up to Delray, noticing Nichols, and asked, “Who this?”
“My new shawty,” Delray joked.
He passed Delray the bags of food and walked around to the driver’s side.
“Jah, she comin’ wit’ us,” Delray said.
Jah just looked at him then looked at her. “Well, she better hurry up then. I got some place to be.” He got into the truck and started the ignition.
“You comin’, right, baby?”
Nichols was a little hesitant, but Delray sealed the deal by saying, “It’ll be fun. I got you, Nichols. My treat. You never know, maybe sparks might fly between us.”
He smiled, causing Nichols to smile after him, and she jumped into the backseat and tried to relax as they pulled off.
*****
An hour later, the two were parked on Riverside Drive, where they’d shared a plate of hot soul food from Sylvia’s and enjoyed an illuminated view of the George Washington Bridge in the distance.
Delray held Nichols in his arms like they were a loving couple. He felt her soft, round bottom rub against him like a cushion, and he loved the way his arms slipped into her womanly curves. Though she was only sixteen, her body was built like a mature woman’s, and he loved the feel of her every inch.
“This is nice,” Nichols said, her eyes wide open with joy.
“It is, right?” Delray replied with ease.
The two acted like they had known each other for years. Nichols felt as if she had found the man who’d make her world right. She didn’t want to leave his hold; time seemed to have slowed down when she was with him. He had shared his meal with her, they had wonderful conversation, and even though Delray was nineteen, Nichols felt he understood her. She talked, and he would listen. Nichols easily opened up to him about her problems at home, and Delray listened like he was a paid therapist.
He agreed with what Nichols said. She should be treated more like an adult. Her family did take her for granted. He nodded and put in his two cents when Nichols complained about her two sisters arguing, and he consoled her when she beefed about not being loved or wanted.
Delray kissed Nichols on her neck tenderly, holding her tighter. “I got your back, baby. You wit’ me now, so you ain’t got to worry.”
Nichols smiled at his words. Her heart had found comfort; she had found love so quickly, right around the corner. She was happy she just didn’t walk on by. They had known each other only for a couple hours, but she felt like Delray understood her completely. He was easy to talk to, he made her laugh, and he made her feel so secure, she wanted to stay forever in his arms. Nichols didn’t believe she was na?ve. She was sixteen, smart, and knew about boys.
Delray continued planting sweet, pleasing kisses against her neck, squeezing her waist tighter, and Nichols savored the moment. His touch was so inviting, the inside of her thighs felt like cream. She closed her eyes, relishing his strength and alluring scent. And though it was getting late, she wasn’t in any rush.
Delray slowly turned in her direction, and his eyes met hers. He smiled. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”
Nichols smiled and replied with a meek, “Thank you.”
Soon their lips touched, and their tongues became entwined. The taste of his fresh breath and the way his hands touched her skin made her purr with stimulation.
After they kissed for a moment, Delray slowly pulled himself away from her, eyes locked with the young teen. He smiled proudly and said, “Come back to my place and chill. I’m not too far from here.”
Nichols didn’t answer him. Instead, she stared into his tempting brown eyes, her eyes smiling back. She was hot and bothered, and was itching to feel the touch of a man inside her. She had witnessed her sisters’ promiscuous actions many times and had heard them and their friends boast about how great it was being in love, and being dicked down so good that their legs quivered when they came and their bodies felt stuck to wherever they lay after making love. Nichols was yearning for that feeling. She wanted to feel what her sisters and friends felt. She assumed she had found love with Delray, though she’d only been with him for a few hours, since her pu-ssy was throbbing uncontrollably.
“You down, baby?” Delray asked.
“Yeah, I’m down.”
CHAPTER 11
The small room in the two-bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side reeked of weed and was cluttered with rumpled clothes, kicked-off sneakers, plates containing food remnants, and video games scattered across the squeaky Shaw hardwood floor. The walls were covered with posters of rappers, athletes, and voluptuous women, oiled and wearing next to nothing, and with the only piece of furniture in the room being an unmade wood platform bed positioned in the center, it resembled the typical bachelor’s crib.
Nichols looked around the cramped bedroom. The place reminded her of home, so she wasn’t taken aback by the mess. Delray moved farther into the bedroom and removed his tank top, tossing it on the untidy bed and exposing his rock-hard abs. He was like a perfectly designed sculpture, his brown skin impeccably wrapped around tightly developed flesh that gleamed with sex appeal.