Free Bad as in Good by J. Lovelace

name—still shocked that I remembered her first name. Simoné. With her palm resting on my chest, she whispered in my ear, “Nice car.” She eyed my chocolate brown 2012 Infiniti G and slid her finger along the body. Resting her plum booty on my door, she folded her arms and licked her lips. “You’re so cute.”
    I laughed. “Whatchu got planned fo’ me?”
    She laughed, too. She moved in closer and pressed her breasts against my chest. She confirmed my permission to slide my hands down her waist to her ass. She grinned and moved her face closer to mine. “What do you want me to do?”
    I pulled her head closer and took over her lips like a savage. She was mine for the taking in the middle of the parking lot in broad daylight. We had met ten minutes ago and already my tongue was down her throat. I could feel her wet pussy on my thigh. Any other day, I would have taken this as another win, but her boldness enticedme. Who was this chick to let me do this to her for everyone to see? When we pulled ourselves apart from each other, I licked my lips and sucked the taste of bubble gum lip gloss from my lips. “Where’d you park?”
    â€œI rode with my girls so I can ride home with you.”
    â€œYou goin’ to invite yo’ self to my house?”
    She smiled. “You can come home wit’ me instead.”
    Why is this so easy? More importantly, why do I like it so much? I tested the waters. I needed to see what lines she’d let me cross and determine if she was worth the crossing. “We could hit the backseat instead.”
    Her smile faded as quickly as it came and her head tilted to the side. When her hands went to her hips and her eyes started rolling, I chuckled. “We could not, ” she said.
    I threw my hands up in surrender. I tested the waters and didn’t like what I got. I pulled out my keys and agreed to take her home. I couldn’t pass up the chance to feel something different than what I’d been feeling. When she hopped in my car and I cranked up the ignition, I continued to stake claim on my possession. I slid her panties to the side and was delighted in the fact that she didn’t ask me to stop—and at the rate we were going, I didn’t know how.
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    Simoné. I couldn’t stop saying her name. Simoné. My usual routine was to love ’em and leave ’em. With her, she had me checkin’ in every other day. She easily allowed me to slide in between and gut her like a fish, and I foolishly gorged on that. It wasn’t long before I found myself sleeping over after sex, having meaningful conversations, and meetin’ her girls. I was breaking every rule in the player handbook and I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I had any real plansof marrying her. I still fucked around when I could, but Simoné was my main. She was down fo’ whateva, and I was always down wit’ it. However, wit’ all good things, the end will surface.
    â€œWho’s this bitch callin’ you?”
    I grabbed my phone from my bedroom dresser and tucked it in my back pocket. I stood up and continued zippin’ my pants. “Ain’t nobody important.”
    With her breath on my neck, she said, “Must be important enough if the bitch got the nerve to keep blowin’ up yo’ phone.”
    I took a deep breath and stood up. I didn’t love Simoné, but I respected her emotions—to an extent. Usually, when she expressed emotion, it was anger or lust. This was the first time I experienced jealousy. “Why are you trippin’?”
    She put her hands on her hips and twisted her neck. “Fuck you, Riq. I’m asking you to tell me who the fuck you got blowin’ up yo’ phone like she the fuckin’ police. Tell me who she is!”
    I cocked my head back and laughed at the audacity of this woman. Although I cared about her enough to listen