Lost And Found

Chap. 8 • "Pretend"

Aya Weathers

The feeling of someone shaking me interrupted my peaceful slumber as I dreamt of something random that isn't exactly making much sense. I dreamt that Chris called me over last night and we were gonna have sex, but then I fell asleep, and the dream kept looping.

The shaking continued and I groaned. "Jayda, leave me alone, please." I whined in a groggy tone, lifting my left leg up a bit more to be comfortable.

"Shorty get up." She said in a raspy voice. My brows furrowed.

"Jayda, you sick?"

"I ain't ya damn friend, now wake up." My eyes widened at the realization that I wasn't imagining things, and this is Chris I'm speaking to. I shot up and turned over to look at him, seeing he was shirtless and had a bulge poking out of his boxers. Morning wood must be so stressful for men like this.

"What the hell did we do?" I looked at myself, seeing that I was still in my shirt, but I had no panties on. I quickly pulled it down to conceal myself, scooting away from Chris a bit.

"Well, I'll tell you what we didn't do. We didn't help my erection. But what we did do was soak your shorts. They're over there." He pointed to my shorts, which were thrown lazily on the floor. "I remember leaving those in the kitchen..."

"Kitchen?!" I choked on air.

"I fingered you on the counter, ate your pussy on the couch. By the time we made it up the stairs, you fell asleep in my arms so I let you sleep." He explained, while my eye twitched.

"Wha—"

"But that's not important right now. You need to get up so you can get to class." My head jerked back.

"The hell do you mean that's not important right now?! I just woke up butt ass naked in your bed confused as hell and you telling me that that's not important?" I stared at him in disbelief.

"Ayaaaa!" He groaned and whined like a child, shaking his shoulders so his arms would flop side to side lazily.

"Chrisssaaaa! Shit, I can do it too." I mocked him, rolling my neck.

"Lil' girl, go get in the shower I ain't gon' tell you again." He motioned over to the bathroom that was down the hall, speaking in a stern tone. Is he going father mode on me?

"Who are you talking to, 'lil' boy?" I tilted my head to the side. I can do this all day... Well not really because I have class, I haven't talked to Jayda, and I smell like weed and cologne. I need that shower.

"Listen, the quicker you go shower, the quicker we can talk about last night. Okay?" He handed me two towels, one of them with his name on it. It was really soft.

"Man, I don't even wanna go to class." I kissed my teeth and complained. Sometimes it's just so overwhelming.

"You know you have an exam today. I didn't raise you to be a quitter." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. My face twisted up subconsciously. The fuck is he talking about?

"You didn't—"

"Aht! Go!" Chris nudged me towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stood there in confusion for a moment. He snatched open the door and tossed my clothing bag to me, but then slammed it shut once again. Shaking my head, I went to take my shower.

After I was done in the shower and got the weed smell off of me, I went down into the kitchen to see Chris in there. There was a plate of pancakes on the table along with a fruit bowl. I smiled, but then frowned. Why do I feel like he's about to say something I won't like and this is to make up for it? My intuition is never this strong, so I guess that's Aya ringing a bell in my head that she's seen this all before.