The Heat Seekers

That did it! “Never mind me calling you back,” he whispered into the phone, licking his lips in anticipation and scoping his watch. “I’ll be there in exactly one hour. Later!”

He hung the phone up just as Janessa started abusing his door for the third time. “Dvontè, I know you’re in there!” she yelled. “I can hear you moving around.”

“I’m coming!” he snapped back, headed toward the door. It became painfully clear it was time for his ten-minute overstepping-the-homie-lover-friend-boundary chat.

Dvontè yanked the door open, not even trying to fake the funk. He was highly upset and wanted her to know it.

“Janessa, what are you doing here? Did we have plans for tonight? If so, I completely forgot.”

“No, we didn’t have plans, Dvontè,” she replied in a mousy voice. Damn right, we didn’t have plans, he thought to himself. I have a set of 42DDD breastesses, a can of whipped cream, and a pair of handcuffs waiting on my ass across town. “I decided to surprise you.” She flung her arms open, flashing him her radiant smile. “So surprise!”

He tried to force a grin but only managed to conjure up a smirk. She bent down and picked up a few plastic grocery bags from the carpeted corridor, practically knocking him down to get inside his crib.

“Can you grab my overnight bag for me, baby?” Janessa was headed toward the kitchen with the groceries, making herself at home like Florida Evans from Good Times. Dvontè couldn’t help but notice she looked damn sexy. She was wearing a skintight black hoochie dress that didn’t leave an inch of thought to the imagination.

Overnight bag! What da hell? He looked out in the hall, and Janessa wasn’t fronting on the overnight bag. It was more like an overmonth bag. He picked up the black duffel and calculated that it weighed every bit of fifty pounds.

“Damn, what do you have in here?” Dvontè asked sarcastically. “You planning on moving in or something?”

Janessa pulled the bag away from him, walked into the living room, and set it on the sofa. She grabbed the collar of his white Armani dress shirt, a definite no-no in his book, and kissed him on the lips. “Only if you want me to.”

Dvontè was speechless. Things were getting way out of hand. “Janessa, we need to talk,” he declared, sitting down on the love seat and positioning her on his lap. He didn’t want to be too cold about it. After all, she was fine as all hell. “I think you got the wrong impression about things somewhere along the way.”

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?I was kidding about moving in, dufus.” She giggled, rubbing her long fingernails through his curly brown hair. “The reason the bag is so heavy is because I have several surprises in there for you.”

“Aren’t you just full of surprises tonight.” Dvontè glanced at his watch and felt a panic attack coming on. He had a booty call to make, and things weren’t looking too good. “What type of surprises?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, but I will tell you this. You’re going to enjoy every single one of them.” Janessa started gyrating her ass on his lap, reaching her hand between her own legs to caress his dick. “I see your dick is already hard. That’s a good thing.”

Damn, what was a brotha to do! Even though Dvontè wanted to bone Trisha in the worst way, Janessa had this habit of turning him on like no other. He decided that his ten-minute overstepping-the-homie-lover-friend-boundary chat could wait one more day. As for Trisha, he knew she would be mad if he didn’t show, but that was guaranteed pussy. Bottom line: she wasn’t going to refuse him whenever he did go over there for some ass.

“So, what’s in the grocery bags?” Dvontè asked her. “Can you at least tell me that, or is that top-secret info too?”

“Well—” she chuckled. “You’re always talking about how you miss your grandmother’s pepper steak.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to go to Mississippi for Thanksgiving so I can throw down.”

She teased him with her bedroom eyes. “Thanksgiving is more than a month away, so I decided to make some for you tonight. I looked up the recipe in a cookbook and got all the ingredients.”

“How did you get over here anyway?”

“I caught a cab.” She slipped him the tongue and then yanked it away just as he was about to slobber her ass down. She was such a tease, but he loved to be teased on occasion. “I hope you’re not upset with me for coming by without calling.”

“No, not at all.” Dvontè lied. He was waiting for the lightning to strike. Instead, the phone rang. He knew it was Trisha. No way was he picking up.

Janessa looked at Dvontè strangely when he ignored the phone. He opted to let the answering machine pick up in the bedroom. She knew what was up. “Aren’t you going to get that?”

“Nope, not at all. Who needs distractions?” Dvontè pulled Janessa’s head down to his and drew her succulent bottom lip into his mouth. “Before you start cooking, how about we go into my bedroom?”

“Umm, sounds yummy, but let me get something out of my bag first.” She jumped up from his lap and unzipped the bag, standing with her back to him so he couldn’t see what she was getting out. “Ta-dah!” she exclaimed, revealing an 8mm camcorder. “Still have that fantasy about making a movie?”

Dvontè’s dick expanded three more inches in his pants. “Damn right I do!” He stood up and put his arms around her waist. “You would do that for me?”

She looked him dead in the eyes and replied, “I would do anything for you.”

Something ran through Dvontè right at that moment. He wasn’t sure what the hell it was, but it scared the living daylights out of him. No woman had ever said that to him before. They had said a lot of things, ranging from “Cum all over my tits” to “Make it bounce, daddy,” but never that. For a brief moment, Dvontè thought Geren might have been right about him settling down. It was a fleeting moment. Once it was over, he just wanted to fuck as usual.