36 yr. old Zin is on the phone with his daughter Skeye. She’s 20.

               “You know it’s Ma’s birthday, right Daddy?”

               “No, I didn’t know that. Is that today? I thought she jus’ – had a birthday – like a year ago or somethin’ like that.” Fake sounding, surprised voice.

                “I’m weak. Stop playin Daddy!” She laughs.

“For real though, you wanna talk to her?” She knows he’s gonna say no but asks anyway.

 Brief silence.

               “No. But tell her I said happy birthday, ok?”

He did secretly wonder what the crazy bitch was doing to celebrate her 37^th. Or was it her 38^th? He’d forgotten. It had been around a decade since their split. He didn’t ask.

               “I put some braids in her hair. She lookin’ too cute.” Skeye is quite the beautician.

               “That’s nice.” He really couldn’t care less. He hated her mom as much as he once loved her.

Zoa (Skeye’s mother), and Zin were childhood sweethearts. But in a few short years, she took him to hell and back. She shot him once, stabbed him twice. They fought all the time. Like some reverse domestic violence type shit.

He thought of their prior madness while his daughter went on about hair dos.

               “I sent you a pic Daddy” she adds.

               “Ok. Sweet.” – He wants to change the subject.

Glancing out of a window, he notices a thick, milk chocolate Goddess. She has fiery red braids dangling in curls. Too cute! Body, seemingly in perfect proportion. Money pinned to her shirt.

He’s in a dream.

               “Daddy. Daddy are you still there?” Skeye’s yelling into the phone. Sounding eerily like her mother.

               “My bad, my bad. I –uh, let me call you back.” Eyes focused on her. On the Goddess.

               “Daddy, make sure and call me back!” Sheye definitely sounds like her mom.

“Yes, I promise. Love you, Bye!” He hangs up.

It’s July 1^st, late evening, almost dark but not quite. She’s standing directly beneath his upstairs window as if she’s waiting for him. There are lots of children running around playing. Firecrackers popping. Too many distractions. He needs a closer look. But he doesn’t wanna be too weird about it. Fuck it, he was weird!

               “Happy birthday Beautiful!” Eyes fixed on her. Yelling from the window.

               “Thank you!” She looks around, then glances up. Slightly squinting to see who the fuck is talking to her. Her eyes are exquisite though she’s wearing glasses.

               “I’ma come down and put some money on you. Ok?” Knowing damn well he was broke.

She shakes her head like, ‘ok.’

He scrambles to find a couple bucks. Checks to make sure his breath doesn’t stink, then heads outside.

First glance: She can’t be that fine. No way.

The closer he gets, the finer she looks. He tries not to stare. It doesn’t work. She’s perfect.

               “Oh, you’ve got a 20 on you. Oh ok, I got a couple dollars for you though.” Feeling some type of way because he couldn’t pin a couple thousand on her. Trick ass nigga.

               “What’s your name?” He already knew what he wanted to call her: His!

But anyway.

               “Tequila, but everybody calls me Quila.” Their eyes lock as they shake hands.

He feels a connection but wonders if she does too. She pulls her hand free.

               “Nice to meet you, Quila. I’m Zin.” He just knows he’s got a stupid look on his face. Shakes the thought.

She nods.

               “So, you got a husband, boyfriend, baby daddy or somethin’ ‘cause – unable to finish his sentence.

She fully understands. Leaving folks speechless must come natural to her. He was already in love.

               “I have 5 children, no baby daddies around. But I do have a wife though.”

Wasn’t expecting all that.

Spoken as if she said it often. Dudes probably hit on her all the time. Chicks too. Obviously…

Fuck it. He wants her.

It’s been years since he’s had that Oohwee feeling. Like when he was a teenager. Like with-

Another thought shook.

               “So, what do I have to do to spend some time with you? You seem sweet as fuck.” He had to be coming across like a perv because he was undressing her with his eyes. And could he have said anything more corny?

               “Thank you. But I be busy with these kids and”-

Obviously not.

She’s interrupted by one of them as if on cue. Running around lighting sparklers for the kids and picking up debris. She’s obviously not interested in him. Or is she just busy?

He sits in the grass watching. Admiring. Waiting to have another moment with her.

He must have dozed off somehow because he was awakened by a tap on the shoulder. It was her. She was standing over him looking down smiling.

Seemed much friendlier and flirtier than before.

Surveying the perimeter, he sees no one else. Where’d everybody go? Maybe that’s why her mood has changed; We’re all alone, Zin reasons.

               “So, you just gonna sit there and look at all this goodness?” She turns around slowly. Showing off every sexy curve as she strips.

Zin starts to get up. She pushes him back down.

               “Don’t. You move!” Her voice so sexy, yet authoritative. He must obey.

She climbs on top of him. Grabs a handful of his locs and pulls his face to hers.

After taking in his aroma with deep breaths, she puts her mouth to his ear.

               “You wanna be my birthday gift Zin?” Her words are whispered so faintly, she can barely be heard.

She kisses his lips before he can answer.

His head is spinning, breathing deeply, flooded with lust. Entranced with her. Could this be real?

Staring deeper into his eyes, she repeats. “I said, do you wanna be my birthday gift?”

               “Yes I wanna – “

She kisses him again. This time, he grabs her by the back of the head to explore her mouth with his tongue more deeply.

The world stops. Time and space do too. No one exists but them. And this connection.

Fireworks in the background.

Quila pulls back to observe the spell she’s just placed upon him.  

               “You like that huh?” She knows he does.

               “Oh, hell yeah!” There’s a wild look in his eyes.

               “I got more for you. Don’t trip baby.” She plays in his locs.

He lays back and tries to relax. Takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, allowing their bodies to get to know each other.

She slides hers rhythmically onto his. More fireworks going off to the beat of their movement. Like sparks flying toward the sky. They watch each other’s reaction as they touch.

               “How’s that feel?” She whispers in his ear.

               “How’s it fell? Is you crazy? It feels like heaven! Goddamn. You feel like heaven!” Both hands full of her soft, heavenly goodness.

She laughs knowing she’s got his heart and soul and body. She’s not even sure what this cats name is. She grinds on him some more.  

“You wanna fuck me don’t you?” She grabs him at his swollen throb.

“Hell yeah! You want this dick don’t you?” He hoped she said yes. Breathing hard. Licking his lips like a horny animal. One big pulsation. Pathetic…

“Nope!”

Wait. What?!

She pushes off from him and jumps up. Once again standing over him looking down like she was a Goddess to be worshipped.

In his mind, she was.

One hand playing with her pussy, the other on her breasts. It starts to rain.

He jumps up too.

               “Let’s go inside. I got a king size bed that can hold all that ass.” Zin looks toward the sky. It’s pouring down yet there’s still fireworks going off everywhere. Weird.

They’ve been on his front lawn for the past half hour or so. Not a soul in sight. He still didn’t want to risk getting caught naked in the rain. Not with a chick with a wife nonetheless!

Ok, maybe he was dreaming. But if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Not just yet…

               “We can go inside. But first you gotta catch me.” She takes off running towards the back of the house. He chases her.

It’s around midnight. The fireworks display electrifies the sky. Colorful reflections of brilliant light in the dark rain clouds make magic.

Quila and Zin are running ass hole naked through a beautiful park. His backyard was in this exact same space just a minute ago.

               “You is too damn slow. You’ll never get this pussy!” She looks back giving a playful laugh.

               “Oh, I was jus’ givin’ you a head start for real.” He’s right behind her.

Not paying attention to where she’s going, she slips and falls in the wet grass. Trying to get up gets her tripped up from behind.

               “Oh yeah, I got yo’ ass now!” He’s got both arms wrapped around her. Mouth and tongue tasting her neck and earlobe. She attempts to fold up as if she’s ticklish or something. She giggles.

               “Lemme go. No fair. You tripped me.” She fake tries to break free. Her words are slow, soft and sexy. Like she’s in a trance.

He loves her voice and her laugh!

               “What you mean, let you go? You holdin’ me for real.” His throbbing lump is wedged between her ass cheeks. Just where she wants it.

Their bodies sway back and forth together with the breeze.

It starts to thunder and lightning.

               “So what you gonna do with me?” Her tone is curious.

               “What I’m gonna do with you? What you want me to do with you? It’s your birthday.” Whatever she wanted, he was down for.

She basks in the secure embrace of a real man. Knowing she had his full attention; she really wants to think of what she really wants. She’s not sure what she really needs though.

Breaking free, she turns to face him. “If I let you do what you want, what would you do?”

He wasn’t sure where to go with this. It went from sexy, to sensual, to serious. Looking into her eyes while grabbing her hands, he takes a deep breath. 

               “Well, I’m not a stud, but I can eat pussy better than one.” Try me and see.

She laughs hard at that.

               “I could be whatever you need. Whatever you want. The look in your eyes lets me know I need you. Whatever you want, I got you.” He meant it.

She said nothing.

               “I do be wondering why beautiful bi women date women that look like men though. Make it make sense.”  

He should’ve stopped while he was ahead.

               “It makes sense to me ok! Yanking from his grip, she turns and walks off.

               “Not so fast.” He grabs for her, but she increases her speed. She slips and falls again.

Zin dives on top of her, stopping her forward motion.

               “Get off of me, you perv!” He must’ve hurt her feelings about the stud thing. Oh, well. The truth hurts.

He ignores her words and starts kissing and licking her back. Beads of rain drops mingle with sweat. Yummy.

               “I. Said. Stop.” Her words were faint and soft again.

Zin works his way down her ass crack. Quila’s anticipation has her body jerking uncontrollably. He grabs her by her hips as she gets on all 4s.

What an insane arch she’s got on her back! Exposing all that fat pussy from the back. He’s on his knees behind her. Gripping her ass cheeks tight, he spreads them and buries his face inside her love.

She tastes excellent! He knew she would.

She moans in pleasure as she backs her ass up onto his hungry face.

This must be the longest fireworks display in human history because it’s still going strong.

It’s raining harder than it has all night. Loud breaks of thunder crack the sky. Somethings wrong with tonight. Something’s too right about it. Too perfect!

The rain feels too good. The wet grass. The sounds of the weather. Quila soft, chocolate body. Everything.

Zin knows this is too good to be true, but he holds on as long as he can. He squeezes Quila’s ass as hard as he can. Spreading it open. He sticks his tongue as far as he can inside of her. She cries out in ecstacy. Then silence.

He wakes from his dream. He’s got a pillow in his mouth. It’s clutched in both his hands, where Quila’s ass was a minute ago.

Zin gets up and cleans himself off. Washes his face and makes a pot of coffee. He sends a Good morning Beautiful text to his crush and hopes she responses.

She probably won’t. But he can dream…