diamond diva
01-21-2005, 11:50 PM
hey yall this is a little snippet of one of my short stories. if yall wanna read the whole thing let me know and i'll email it or something.
Ashley closed her cell and pulled off. What am I gonna do now? She thought as she drove home. How can I salvage our relationship? She was in a daze, too numb to cry, too mad to blow it off. She pulled off and drove to her apartment. `
She got into her house and checked her messages: none from Micah. Walking around the house she willed herself to not cry again, and repeated in her mind that she and Micah would be okay. She went to the entertainment system and turned it on; Usher's soothing voice soon filled the house. Pacing the floor of her apartment, she tossed her beater in the corner, her sweats in another. She went into the bathroom and ran her bath water, then to the kitchen to fix a drink. She entered the bathroom again, placed the drink down and got into the bathtub to relax.
Ashley stepped from the tub and wrapped herself in her favorite burgundy terry cloth robe, a gift from Micah last Valentines Day. Valentines Day, she mused, rubbing body oil into her still damp skin. She stood in front of the mirror thought about wrapping her hair, but decided not to. She let the soft jet-black tresses lay on the nape of her neck instead. She then put on a Baby Phat sweat suit that clung to her shapely curves.
She walked into the living room and sat on the black velvet couch to watch television. She sat flipping through the channels and finally decided on a show, but instead of watching it she feel asleep.
It took awhile for the ringing of the doorbell to reach a coner of her sleeping brain, but she finally woke up and opened the door.
Her ex Brandon stood in her door way and smiled. Ashley’s gaze traveled from the large black Pumas on his feet, up to the long legs of his navy warm-up pants, and the broad expanse of his white T-shirt covered chest to his gorgeous brown face.
"Hey." He said walking in the house and closing the door. Ashley shook her head and blinked at the sight of him. It wasn't just a physical jolt that rattled her, but also the fact that he was once the love of her life.
"Can’t a brother get a hug?" Brandon said flashing his perfect smile and opening up his arms to Ashley. "Are you ok?" He asked his tone again turning serious as he sat down on the couch.
"You know we can’t do this." she pulled away but he pulled her back kissing her again. "St...Stop we can’t." Ashley moved away from him. "I don’t trust myself. I’m going to bed and you can let yourself out." she kissed his cheek "Bye" she told him and went into her room.
"I’m not going anywhere Ash I’m coming to bed with you. You know you need me."
Brandon followed Ashley into her bedroom and slowly pecked kisses across her neck, she began to moan softly. At first she tried to resist him, but she was already weakened. She succumbed, inviting him to her mouth their bodies moved closer to the bed. She grabbed at his shirt, they had to stop, she thought.
She willed herself to separate from him, but lost all the strength to do so. Ashley knew that if they had sex that everything in her life would change. Every time their mouths met he stroked her face, and neck, his need to be within her body grew. Yet as much as Brandon knew he was ready for Ashley, he sensed her fear of what as happening between them.
“Ash, do you really want this to happen?” he asked feeling her body trembling against him. He looked into her eyes.
“Yes. I need the pain to go away, make me feel better.” Ashley whispered in his ear. Damn Micah. He wants to hurt me? Well, two can play at that game.
Their lovemaking was intense. At first, Ashley was simply trying to block out thoughts of the tape, and of Micah and what he had done to her. But soon, all of her thoughts were on Micah and for a moment, it seemed like old times. Although their session was good, Ashley still felt an ache in her heart after it was over.
Ashley waited until she knew Brandon was asleep and quietly slipped out of bed. She had lied to him, she had a lot on her mind and he was the main cause of it.
Ashley closed her cell and pulled off. What am I gonna do now? She thought as she drove home. How can I salvage our relationship? She was in a daze, too numb to cry, too mad to blow it off. She pulled off and drove to her apartment. `
She got into her house and checked her messages: none from Micah. Walking around the house she willed herself to not cry again, and repeated in her mind that she and Micah would be okay. She went to the entertainment system and turned it on; Usher's soothing voice soon filled the house. Pacing the floor of her apartment, she tossed her beater in the corner, her sweats in another. She went into the bathroom and ran her bath water, then to the kitchen to fix a drink. She entered the bathroom again, placed the drink down and got into the bathtub to relax.
Ashley stepped from the tub and wrapped herself in her favorite burgundy terry cloth robe, a gift from Micah last Valentines Day. Valentines Day, she mused, rubbing body oil into her still damp skin. She stood in front of the mirror thought about wrapping her hair, but decided not to. She let the soft jet-black tresses lay on the nape of her neck instead. She then put on a Baby Phat sweat suit that clung to her shapely curves.
She walked into the living room and sat on the black velvet couch to watch television. She sat flipping through the channels and finally decided on a show, but instead of watching it she feel asleep.
It took awhile for the ringing of the doorbell to reach a coner of her sleeping brain, but she finally woke up and opened the door.
Her ex Brandon stood in her door way and smiled. Ashley’s gaze traveled from the large black Pumas on his feet, up to the long legs of his navy warm-up pants, and the broad expanse of his white T-shirt covered chest to his gorgeous brown face.
"Hey." He said walking in the house and closing the door. Ashley shook her head and blinked at the sight of him. It wasn't just a physical jolt that rattled her, but also the fact that he was once the love of her life.
"Can’t a brother get a hug?" Brandon said flashing his perfect smile and opening up his arms to Ashley. "Are you ok?" He asked his tone again turning serious as he sat down on the couch.
"You know we can’t do this." she pulled away but he pulled her back kissing her again. "St...Stop we can’t." Ashley moved away from him. "I don’t trust myself. I’m going to bed and you can let yourself out." she kissed his cheek "Bye" she told him and went into her room.
"I’m not going anywhere Ash I’m coming to bed with you. You know you need me."
Brandon followed Ashley into her bedroom and slowly pecked kisses across her neck, she began to moan softly. At first she tried to resist him, but she was already weakened. She succumbed, inviting him to her mouth their bodies moved closer to the bed. She grabbed at his shirt, they had to stop, she thought.
She willed herself to separate from him, but lost all the strength to do so. Ashley knew that if they had sex that everything in her life would change. Every time their mouths met he stroked her face, and neck, his need to be within her body grew. Yet as much as Brandon knew he was ready for Ashley, he sensed her fear of what as happening between them.
“Ash, do you really want this to happen?” he asked feeling her body trembling against him. He looked into her eyes.
“Yes. I need the pain to go away, make me feel better.” Ashley whispered in his ear. Damn Micah. He wants to hurt me? Well, two can play at that game.
Their lovemaking was intense. At first, Ashley was simply trying to block out thoughts of the tape, and of Micah and what he had done to her. But soon, all of her thoughts were on Micah and for a moment, it seemed like old times. Although their session was good, Ashley still felt an ache in her heart after it was over.
Ashley waited until she knew Brandon was asleep and quietly slipped out of bed. She had lied to him, she had a lot on her mind and he was the main cause of it.