On Sight

Twins

She couldn't lie to herself. Although she Irresistible ook up into those eyes of his.

He was built nice. Muscular frame. Broad shoulders.

He had on a V neck fitted white tee. The thicker material though. The cotton ones. The ones when you hug a nigga and for a brief moment you feel like your head is laying on a nice pillow.

A pillow of softness mixed with firm chest. Long torso. Lean muscle. He looked so tall and solid.

I could climb that tree. She thought. She wasn't a skinny girl but he seemed liked those big hands could easily support all of her.

All of her as she bounced up and down on that d**k. I bet it's big. She licked her lips and took a deep breath.

Oh Lord! She was getting carried away.

But he smelled good too. She didn't get too close. But she caught a nice whiff.

His smile was magnetic. She swear she felt a small shock when they shook hands.

But she was going to ignore all these feelings. They never came out good unfortunately. Sometimes but not recently.

I'm not gonna even let myself go there. Maybe we could be friends at least.

She was honestly glad he seemed to be younger. It made it easier to just admire the goods but don't touch.

He would never know she was attracted to him if she didn't act like it.

He wouldn't get the wrong idea.

Yea I don't mind. Where? Let me Google the address?

He dropped his location. He was at his little townhouse he kept when he came into the city.

He owned the whole property and 3 others in the same area.

This spot he used as his personal space.

He had 7 houses in the area that he used as trap houses. Like he said. He only dealt with drugs illegally nowadays.

It was just a consistent hustle that brought in a good amount of money.

He wasn't sellng no damn dime bags of weed though. He was moving weight. He was basically the middle man.

He had a good connect . Made him able to sell to the local drug dealers. He provided the houses also. It made it easier to keep track of the drugs. Made him able to monitor activity.

The dudes who ran the trap didn't even know he was the one they were renting from. Just thought he was the plug. Hustle economics. And he was a master mind.

He would only be looked at as the owner of the properties. No one should be able to connect the dots.

He had few who worked with him personally. They were his face during all drug transactions.

And all his properties. Illegal and legitimate had property managers who oversaw day to day business. Only the ones over the trap houses knew about the illegal activities.

But they were paid on the payroll like regular employees. With cash kick backs. No one would get suspicious.

He was just known in the streets as Jordan the Rapper, who sold the good weed.

That was his own personal hustle. Really he smoked it. But provided it to a select clientele.

Kept money in his pockets when he would come to the city.

Jordan really lived about an hour out of town. In a small country town.

He had a huge house built there with with a lot of land. With cattle and horses. A big field of corn and cotton. Yea ya boy was into agriculture.

He was able to live out there peacefully too. Seldomly even showing his face in town.

He had some ranch hands to run the grounds and maintain the animals. And he just relaxed and enjoyed his house.

A 6 bed room, 4 bath ranch style house. With a huge modern kitchen.

A game room with arcades and the newest gaming systems. An indoor pool with a waterfall slide. He loved the water and to swim.

His favorite part of the house was the patio/ deck that wrapped around the entire house. Each room had double doors that opened out into it.

He loved sitting out there enjoying a movie on his outside movie projector. Like a drive in movie theater but smaller. More personal.

His own sanctuary. In the middle of nowhere. With no one to bother him. He liked it like that. But he was lonely now he had to admit.

OK not lonely but he wanted somebody to share it with.

His mother wasn't here to see what he had accomplished. He was never able to make her proud.

He wouldn't get down. He was proud of himself. But he longed for a woman to look at him with admiration for his true self.

Most these hoes only saw money and the flashy things. That's why he never let these hoes get to close. No b***h had ever laid their head in his house till this day.

First off he didn't trust them and secondly these shallow hoes never made it that far. Most didn't even make it through the night.

He didn't even really f**k these hoes. He let them such his d**k and he dashed.

But something about Jass made him wanted to show her. He wanted to see her eyes light up at his accomplishments. He wanted to share everything with her.

But he still had to see if she passed the test.

Would she like him just for him and his personality. Of course his good looks. He thought with a sly smirk.

Even if she failed and was a true good digger, he couldn't lie. He would still want her in his life. He would still make her number one.

He would play his cards accordingly. See where her head was. And he would lead her to change if she really was some chicken head thot.

But God please don't let that be the case. He had to pray.

Please don't let that spark I felt when we touched just be lust. Or just a lie.

His heart never beat like that before. He knew she had to be special.

She had to be smart too. She was a teacher. He always had this teacher fantasy. But would she be down for role play.

She might not even be down for regular play. Naw she would. Who could resist him right?

Hey I'm about 5 minutes away. She texted.

Ok it was go time forest green Polo he had on.

Black slim fitting jeans. But not super tight skinny. Not the usual f**k boy attire.

His gold flat necklace and wrist watch complimented his skin and the color of his shirt. She expected to see Jordan's on his feet but he had on some nice dark brown Polo boots to match the brand of his shirt.

The kind with the zippers and buckles. Making him look kinda rugged.

Hot damn! This might be harder than she thought originally. She would try to play it cool.

Although she knew she was attractive. She wasn't so stuck up to think every man would want her. Everybody had their own taste and preferences.

He probably liked light skin girls anyway. Or low self esteem lil girls. Girls who let him do whatever.

She had learned that most men didn't really want a confident independent woman. They were intimidated by women with a brain and drive.

Her confidence and accomplishments seemed to always be a problem. Men could be worse than females.They would like it at first.

But their own insecurities would cause them to become seemingly jealous of her. Her talents and the attention she garnered without trying.

Her last boyfriend had made her very aware of this. He tried to break her down mentally and physicality.

Even with a strong mind. Her heart had been weak. She had fallen for him. Thinking he was good underneath it all. She had been wrong.

She wasn't gonna let it happen again.

Hey love.

He said as he walked up to the car opening her door. He seemed to want a hug.

She was a little thrown off by that. He just must be friendly. And she was a friendly person.

She stepped out to greet him. He brought his body close to hers. And enveloped her in a warm embrace.

She felt secure in his strong arms. And he smelled so good.

Jordan knew he had to approach her in a direct fashion or he wasn't gonna get what he wanted. At that moment he wanted his hug. He had been waiting to feel her body pressed up against his.

He felt only love when he held her. Her body radiated it. He noticed her tense up though slightly. And pull back to give space between them.

He slightly pulled her back in.

He was gonna take it as slow as he could. But he wasn't gonna waste his time with her.

He wanted her to fall in love before the night was over. Cocky yes. Unattainable no.

Woman melted in his hands. And he was gonna actually be nice to her. Sweet. Giving. Loving. Everything she deserved.

He wasn't gonna play it too cool. Cool enough. But he was going in.

He pulled back and smiled at her.

It was like electricity to Jass. She was actually blushing. Good thing he wouldn't be able to tell.

But she had to step back so he wouldn't feel her heart beating a lille faster.

She did rub her hand down his back. Hopefully in an unassuming way. But damn she couldn't help it.

She was drawn to him.

But she could block that out. Right?

You know how to get there from here?

Yea I think so.

She didn't sound so convincing to Jordan.

Let me drive love. I know the best way and I know you tired after work.

He ain't lying she thought for a moment.

You do know how to drive right? You are old enough for a license right kid?

Jass said going to the other side of the car. She had an innocent look on her face. He didn't know if she was serious or not.

He knew he didn't look that young. So baby had jokes. He had some too.

Baby I'm 26. 27 in July. How old are you?

37 in September. She replied. It was now the end of May. One more week until school was out.

Oh my. How did you drive without your walker old lady? It did look like you needed help getting back in the car.

Jass burst out laughing. Glad he could tell she was joking and could joke back. That made her more comfortable.

Being in his arms a short time ago had flustered her honestly. And she loved to laugh.

Oh you funny huh?

Yep. He smiled that dazzling smile with full pink suckable lips

Jass smiled too. Shyly averting her eyes and looking out the window.

I made her smile. It warmed him on the inside. A feeling he never had. But wanted more of. He wanted more of her.

He made her laugh and smile. She was starting to wonder about him. She had to look away or she was gonna touch him.

Just a fingertip down his throat, sliding down the middle of his chest. Til she reached his waiste band. Stopping just to tease his senses.

But she shouldn't do that. She would get her own self into trouble. Or even a rejection. A friendly hug and jokes doesn't mean he wants me.

But would you give in if he does? She asked herself in her own head. Yes. Was her only answer to herself.

If his personality matches his looks. Then yes. Maybe if she could bring herself to actually share herself with a man again.

No she wasn't ready. Those were just her dirty thoughts getting away with her.

Truthfully, she did want to get to know more about him though.

She didn't want to come off as weak either. The way she felt when he smiled.

Weak right in the knees. And in her panties.

She was a woman and he was a sexy man.

She didn't feel bad for her naughty thoughts. She was planning on using them next time she touched herself.

But she wanted to be taken seriously as an artist. As a woman and a person.

She knew how to be friendly, polite and approachable . Without letting her guard down to much. So she lifted her head and smiled brightly at him. So how was your day?

It was good. Really good honestly. Only to get better I think.

Oh yea? I always like to hear good news. What happened that was so good? She asked sincerely.

He had to look her way even though he had to look at the road. He should pull over so he could look and listen to her talk.

Already it was a sweet melody to his ears.

Let's just say I acquired a very rare asset today.

Oh that sounds good. That's interesting. What do you do exactly?

I sell weed baby. And I rap.

That's it? She couldn't help but ask.

Yea and I dibble dabble in some other endeavors. I'm really tryna pursue my music career.

Nothing wrong with that. At least he had aspirations.

So you the weed man? What kind?

I sell very rare exotic weed. Expensive.

How expensive?

At least 50 a g. Sometimes 100.

Wow it must be good. She chuckled.

It is believe me baby. Only he was talking about something else.

Jordan pulled into the next gas station. He had to stop to look at her find a reason to touch her.

Let's get some gas Jasmine.

Her heart skipped a beat when he said her name.

OK Jordan. She said softly. Making his d**k twitch in his pants.

You want something out of the store love?

No love.

She said mimicking is words. Teasing him.

Expecting him to just walk off and go into the store. She looked up not hearing him close the door and walk away.

Because he hadn't. He was looking at her.

When she said that word Jordan froze. He just stared at her.

Her lips were perfect. The simple gloss against her chocolate skin.

No glasses today. He was finally able to really see her eyes when she looked up at him.

Deep pools of dark brown. Her look was subtle seduction. She was just naturally sexy.

What? She asked looking concerned.

He pulled his self together and smoothly said. I think you have something on your face. He leaned back in and brushed her cheek softly with the back of his hand.

He then brushed her bare shoulder with the same gentle caress. His touch went straight between her legs.

I got it love.

There had been nothing. But he had to touch her skin. He would be tasting it soon he hoped.

He let his eyes roam her body as he pulled away. She had on olive green sundress. It came below her knees but had a slit up both sides. Exposing her thick shapely legs.

The dress clung tightly to her curvy hips up to her full chest. Only slight chocolate mounds poked out the top though.

She didn't have to show much to be sexy. And that turned him on even more. Her body was a turn on in itself.

He had really wanted to rub his hand on her bare thigh. Up until he felt her wet on his fingers.

I guess great minds think alike huh. He said.

She looked quizzically at him.

We're twins baby. You dressed like me. He was grinning from ear to ear.

She did have on green with big gold hoop earrings. She hadn't noticed. She had forgot what she had on when she saw him. That must be why he was looking so hard.

She brushed off the heat she felt from his intense gaze. Her body had lit up as he looked her up and down.

He was back smiling now. But his face was serious when he had touched her. She thought she seen a look of interest. Possibly wanting.

And again she had felt a spark.

You're dressed like me. And I guess we cute then huh. Hurry up so we can go get started.

He had almost forgot they still had to go to the studio. For one he was not looking forward to it.

He had wanted to spend time with her. And that was his best excuse so he went with it.

He still had full intentions of murdering that nigga Ace. But he could probably ignore him for tonight. Didn't want to scare baby by revealing that side of him.

He would try to keep his temper in check. He thought coming out the store pumping the gas. She had her head down in her phone.

She had her braids in one long braid that fell to her back. It was pulled up high leaving her neck exposed and the top of her back.

She had a tattoo that covered her shoulder that he could tell continued some where down the skin of her sexy back. He suddenly felt the urge to find out where it led.