24 Jan Sample Sunday – Argentine Eggplant
Should have never got my ass on this damn plane.
I glared across at Steph as we strapped in for landing, wanting to smack that stupid smirk off his face. Later, I would – in my head – give him his props for how well he’d played me, but for now, I was still pissed.
And miserably turned on.
That little weak ass bathroom orgasm had done nothing but leave me frustrated, still craving the real thing. Real fingers, real tongue. Steph’s fingers and tongue. And dick.
I blew out a heavy breath, sending stray tendrils of my hair flying around my face. Steph had messed up my puff, and had the nerve to deprive me of my org—
“You alright over there?”
I curled my lip into a sneer. “What?”
Steph chuckled, and I rolled my eyes, annoyed by how sexy that sound was, and the way it made extra wetness gather between my legs, soaking the panties I’d had to put on because of his stupid ass. “I asked if you were all right over there. You’re doing a whole lot of huffing and puffing…”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, then proceeded to ignore him again.
I could not get off that plane fast enough. When we landed, my little sister Mari, who worked as my assistant, was already waiting with a rental car.
“How was your flight?” she asked as she hopped out, popping the trunk for my bags.
I swapped my glasses for prescription shades, then opened the passenger side door before I answered. “A mistake.”
Mari shook her head as I climbed into the car and closed my door. Through the window, I watched her tip the attendant who loaded my bags into the trunk, and then she climbed inside herself, turning the car on to fill it with cool air.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
There was silence in the car for a few moments before she reached over to grab my hand, threading her fingers through mine. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, then squeezed Mari’s fingers. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“You sure? You called accepting the flight with Stephen a mistake, but I was kind of hoping it would improve your mood.”
“Why would you think that?” I asked wrinkling my nose.
“Because he’s single, and fine. I called myself doing you a favor after I saw that Calvin Klein ad this morning.”
I tipped my head to the side. “What ad?”
“Girl!” Mari pulled out her phone, tapping a few buttons to unlock the screen. A couple of seconds later, she held it up in front of my face. My eyes went wide and my mouth went dry.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, taking the phone from her. There Stephen was, shot in the well-known grayscale style of the iconic underwear ads. His body faced the camera, but his head was turned to the side, showing off his gorgeous profile as he laughed at something we couldn’t see. Beside him sat a rugby ball printed with the flag of Argentina, the only item in the picture that was in full color. Steph’s upper-body was drool-worthy, covered in ink that was monochromatic here, but I knew from other images was full color. His white boxer briefs were the obvious focus of the photograph, and his legs were slightly open, giving a generous view of…holy shit.
“And I thought Croix’s dick was hard to hide in pictures. Steph makes poor Croix look like he has a churro in his draws,” Mari giggled.
I gasped at her assessment, turning to her with wide eyes before I burst into laughter with her. “He really does look good, doesn’t he?”
“That’s a major understatement. You know you wanna lick that man’s nipples.”
I pulled my face into a scowl as I turned to my baby sister, fourteen years my junior. “Oh, you’re talking about licking nipples now, huh?” I laughed. “What the hell are your little friends teaching you at that college?”
“Nothing I didn’t already know.” She stuck out her tongue as I gasped again, and I was just about to go in on her when something thumped against the window. We both jumped, startled. I leaned forward so I could see around her through the glass.
“Don’t you dare let down that window!”
I grabbed Mari’s arm, but she pressed the button anyway, lowering the glass that separated us from Stephen, who was standing at the car with a smile on his face.
“How you doing?” he asked, addressing Mari, even though he kept flicking his eyes toward me.
She giggled. “I’m good.”
“Good,” he said, crouching down so that he was at eye level. “I need a favor, if you don’t mind. The car I requested isn’t here yet, and I was hoping that since we’re all at the same hotel… maybe you could give me a ride.”
I said “no” at the same time Mari said “yes”, and she looked at me and rolled her eyes before she pressed the button to pop the trunk.
“What the hell, Mari?” I asked, while Stephen was at the back of the car putting his bags in. “Why are you letting him in this car with me?”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”
“Yeah. I don’t want his ass riding with us.”
“You gonna tell me why?”
“Grown folks business.”
Mari sucked her teeth. “Well, in that case – you ready Mr. Foster?” she asked, when the door opened and Stephen slid into the back seat.
“I am, thank you.”
Mari tossed me a little smirk, then raised her shoulders. “Alright people. Buckle up.”
“You know what you should do, right? – K. Oliver.”
“We ALL know what she should do – B. Hollis.”
I rolled my eyes at the group text between me, Kora, and Blake, because yes, I did know what they thought I should do.
“Friends are supposed to encourage you to keep your pussy to yourself, not spread it around.” I sent back, shaking my head.
“Oh girl, you picked the wrong ass friends then, LMAO – B. Hollis.”
“Seriously. – K. Oliver.”
“And is it really spreading it around when you’ve already given him access to it twice? – K. Oliver.”
“HELLO?! – B. Hollis.”
“Touché… shady bitches.”
“How is it shade when it’s fact? – B. Hollis.”
“Is it really shade if it’s the truth? – K. Oliver.”
“See? Great minds think alike. You should listen to us. – K. Oliver.”
“YES. Did you see his Calvin Klein ad?! – B. Hollis.”
“You mean his *dick’s* Calvin Klein ad? – K. Oliver.”
“ *sips tea* – B. Hollis.”
“I’ma tell Mykel and Tariq y’all out here looking at Stephen’s dick.”
“Oh please. Tariq has already roasted the shit out of him about that picture. Steph’s mom is scandalized about it, LMAO. Did you know he sparked a hashtag on social media? #ArgentineEggplant, and it’s certainly not full of recipes, LMAO. – K. Oliver.”
“ *clicks hashtag* – B. Hollis.”
“I can’t stand y’all. I’m not clicking that shit.”