Chapter 1 — Deja

Fourteen months ago, before Deja walked out, Malik is having the time of his life at his twenty-third birthday party.

"Go say something to the girl for God's sake, Malik." DeShawn slaps his brother upside the head, making him spill beer. "You've been watching her since she got here." DeShawn is right. As soon as the girl showed up, their friend Logan told Deshawn that his brother couldn't take his eyes off this fine honey. He was following her every movement as she went from section to section, always a few steps behind her friends. While her friends were talking and giggling, she kept to herself standing out as the best looking one among them.

"Yo bro, she looks like she's lonely," DeShawn says.

Malik waved his hand her direction showing DeShawn how much she was paying attention.

"Malik, you're funny. The girl's just shy—like someone else I know." DeShawn grabs Malik's head. "Go get her, birthday boy."

"I don't know, bro. She might have a man or something."

"Come on bro. Shawty ain't showing up to a birthday party unless she's by herself."

"If you say so."

Malik walks over to the mini-bar and shoots his game.

"Hey… dope party, right? I'm…Malik," Malik stutters.

She looks up as he towers over her. "Yeah, it's cool."

"It's my birthday—"

"Yeah, I know. I can read." She says, pointing at the banner with Malik's picture on it above."

The banner is as big as day, extending all the way to his patio. DeShawn ordered and hung it that way so everyone would know whose party they were attending.

"Ok—"

"I'm Deja and sarcasm is my default setting." She extends her hand after finishing her drink. "I'm not good at small talk."

"Yeah me, either. Hey, thanks for coming." Malik deduces that Deja is bit conceited but he has to have her.

"I was talking the small talk thing, you know? Not—"

"Yeah, I get you." Deja smiles. "By the way, nice place," Deja says, gesturing with her cup towards the patio. "You have a good view of Downtown."

"Yeah, I go out there at night after work." Malik clears his throat. "So, I see you aren't from around here?"

"My dad's is, but I'm from Cali."

"I can tell," says Malik.

"How?"

"Girls around here don't have tans."

They laugh seeing everyone having a good time. Guests are constantly walking up to Malik, shaking his hand, embracing and saying, "Happy Birthday."

"Hey, let's go to the backyard. We'll have a bit more privacy back there."

"Ok."

* * *

"This is my favorite spot. I like to come out here on the weekends with my boys and—" Malik stops, knowing he's about to say something he'll regret but Deja gets it.

"Looks like that what it's here for."

"No, I meant—for barbecues."

"Oh-kay, I get that but—"

"I'm not like that. Just focused on work and paying the bills."

"Okay."

Malik doesn't say much more as they sip on their drinks, watching the lights in the downtown Atlanta sparkle. The sun's setting and the DJ got the party lit inside.

"What's your name again? I want to make sure I say it correctly."

"Oh my God! You forgot it already."

"Nah, I just—"

"Save it Malik. It's Deja by the way. Day-ja is how you pronounce it. Now you won't forget it."

"Ha-ha, I'm Malik again. Maa-leek is how you pronounce mine."

"So, it's your birthday?" Deja points to the banner again. "I think we've already covered that." Lord, is he this stiff or what? I wouldn't be surprised if he's a virgin.

"Yeah, I think."

Deja reaches over and nudges Malik in the arm. "Again, it's your birthday—" Deja smiles. "We're pretty bad at small talk, aren't we?"

"I think so. Let's go in. Grab another drink? I'll show you around. Show you the inside of my—"

Deja puts her hand over her mouth, holding in her laughter. However, she's more scared her friends will see her with prince charming than falling into something with Malik. "Is there another way around besides going through the front?"

"Of course, follow me."

* * *

Malik holds the kitchen door for Deja which has a staircase to the second floor of the duplex.

"Nice." Her eyes roam over the furniture, pictures on the wall, and the entertainment center. "Looks comfy."

"Thanks." According to DeShawn, who went along, Malik had spent a long time trying to find the right sofa. Malik was complaining about the right amount of cushioning and his brother was irked. Deja checks out Malik's wall art of Atlanta and is impressed.

Deja then makes her way over to the kitchen, resting her elbows on the counter while checking out the mail, t-shirts, and empty Hennessy bottles splattered all over the table. "Don't eat in here much, huh?"

"Nah. Not much sense in setting a table for one. You know?" Malik says. "Just Uber Eats or heat up leftovers."

"Yeah, I feel you."

Malik reaches into the fridge to pull out two beers. "C'mon, I'll show you the rest of the place."

Deja follows as Malik escorts her down the hallway, pointing out the bathroom on the right (thanking himself that he remembered to clean up and for once to put the seat down). "That's the bathroom."

"I know."

"This is the guest room." Malik opens the door. "My brother usually comes up once a month, so this is where he stays." Malik is embarrassed by his brother's baseball caps and t-shirts littering the floor.

"He's downstairs, right?"

"Yeah, he came through."

"I saw a boy that looks like you. Were you with him earlier looking at my booty?"

"Hmm, maybe!"

Deja taps Malik and they seem to be enjoying each other's company. Malik likes when Deja smiles and finds her sexy the way she laughs. "So, here's the last room—my bedroom." He steps back out in the hallway, unsure if it's cool to show her. He doesn't want Deja to get the wrong impression.

"Ok." Deja seems open to the idea as she comes out into the hallway next to Malik whose hand is hovering over the doorknob. "Are you gonna open it? Or will I have to use my x-ray vision?"

Malik laughed like a dork which causes Deja to crack up, too.

"There's an unmade bed. Check! A hamper that's spilling over. Check! Yep. This is a guy's room."

"C'mon, it's not that bad."

"Whatever."

* * *

It's been a busy week for Malik. With DeShawn in town and preparing for the party, he wasn't expecting company. Deja looks around, raising her eyebrow as she looks over at his bed, and then hamper. "I told you I had x-ray vision."

Malik rolls his eyes and Deja taps him again causing Malik to fake being hurt. "Aw, did I hurt you?" Deja leans and wrapping her fingers over Malik's arm. "I have superpowers, too." Malik tips his head, catching his breath when their gazes meet. Deja's brown eyes crinkles from her smile. Malik bites down on his lower lip. The tip of his tongue darts out and over the bow of his upper lip and just looks at Deja. Her facial expression changes; her smile transforms into one of mischief.

"Oh, I—" Deja says with an awkward sound. They look at each other. Malik seizes on the moment and closes the gap between them and kisses. He feels Deja's fingers tighten around his bicep, as he brings his other arm up and places it against the curve of her ass. Malik kisses a little more and Deja leans and rises on her toes, meeting Malik. She slides her free hand against his muscular shoulders and while the other to squeeze his hand to palm her booty. Deja opens her eyes to peek at Malik thinking to herself 'he's kinda cute.' His curly high-top fade tickles her eyebrows.

Malik's tongue gently laps at Deja's lips, teasing and poking the tip just a bit into her mouth feeling her warm breath puffing out. Malik takes a slow step forward, guiding Deja backwards, hoping he's not rushing things, until he feels her knees hit the mattress behind them. "Oh, sorry! You good?" Deja nods and lays back slowly on the bed, gripping Malik's t-shirt, pulling him with her.

Deja pulls him into position as she's makes herself comfortable. Malik is on both knees, turned on by the delicate tickle of Deja's nails slowly moving upwards and under. Her hands are warm as she moves around his sides and up his back. Malik kisses and sucks Deja's neck ready to leave a passion mark on her tanned neck. Her tank top is halfway down as the kisses make Deja moan.

Deja roams her fingers all over Malik's broad back, stimulated by his warm skin. She pulls him closer, signaling him not to move. She kicks off her flip flops; soft thumps as they fall onto the carpet. Then, she runs her toes up the back of Malik's calves, down his sides, and caresses his legs. Her fingertips are still pressing into Malik's back as she enjoys his tongue's exploration of her neck. Her strap to her tank-top slips down more and Deja moans again as Malik's teeth nibbles downward. Malik's hand goes up, sliding right on the side of her left titty. He leaves it there, and that makes Deja's nipples pop. Malik slides back down rubbing Deja's ribs instead through her tank-top.

His eyes drift downward while Deja's eyes are closed. The Jordan basketball shorts are doing nothing to hide his erection. He knows Deja feels it but Malik's feels one of Deja's hands move from under his shirt to his wrist. She's pulling him to play with her breast. Malik sinks down, leaning in covering Deja's body. His dick is pressing against Deja's thigh, but he doesn't give a fuck. His mind is instead on how soft Deja's nipples feel.

Malik traces Deja's bra with his index finger, running over the ridge area where her nipple is almost coming out. He sees her dark areola and wants to pull it out. Deja shifts and throws her leg over his, hooking her calf behind his knee; she feels his dick further in her thigh and rubs against it. Malik moans in Deja's mouth, a soft, wanting noise. She bites at his lips as he plays with her titty still hanging outside her bra as he thumbs the nipple. "Malik." Deja presses harder against his dick, feeling the tip's hardness.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out this girl," thinks Malik. Malik feels the nipple harden as he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling Deja squirm and breathe harder. Deja's fingers start digging into Malik's hips, and he lets out a small giggle when it tickles. "You good?" Deja says while Malik's fingers play with her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Yeah, babe." Deja's hand slowly begins creeping down his crotch.

* * *

Malik moans when Deja rubs at the wet spot on his boxers. He sits up a little and pulls Deja up. He pulls off her tank-top and Deja helps. Then, Malik starts pulling her by her shorts.

Deja is so turned on, she forgets what's coming next. She's a virgin and still feels tipsy. Malik stares at her, his fingers are on her shorts button. He gives her an unspoken questioning look. Deja appreciates it and nods. She holds her breath when Malik unbuttons and slides the zipper down.

Malik then lays Deja back down on the bed as he slides them down, revealing her red lacy panties. She tosses them and then Deja begins tugging at his shorts. She slides them down, tossing them wherever, and gets Malik in position as if she knew what she was doing. Deja lets out her hair and looks at Malik.

"You—"

"Shut the fuck up."

Malik's dick so hard rubbing up against her wet pussy as they kissed. Deja couldn't help moaning whenever she felt his dick almost going inside her pussy; those little throbs of pleasure centered right where Malik's dick slides up the front. Deja clears her throat, "You got some—"

Malik nods, pushing back to turn and rummage through the drawer while Deja reaches down for the sheets. She feels weird, looking at her thighs. Malik tears the top off the condom and puts it on. "You're ready, birthday boy?"

"Oh yeah!"

Malik positions himself, nudging Deja's knees apart and bends down; one hand on the base of his dick, the other resting on the bed, fingers splayed, off to the side. Deja shifts a little, helping Malik line up, as he pushes, gently, slowly. The warmth of Malik's dick as it enters her pussy has Deja moaning. Now it's in, Malik leans in to kiss.

It feels funny as Malik is pushing deeper inside, sliding in and out. His aroma mixed with deodorant mixed smells so manly. Deja spreads her legs wider as Malik's ass pumps in and out. Deja lifts her legs hooking around to pull Malik in deeper. She watches his face, his lips parted, eyes closing then opening, watching her, blinking.

Malik moans and his sweat's beading. He sees Deja glazed with arousal covering her with wet sloppy kisses. Malik's uncoordinated because of her nails digging into his back, Deja urges him to go faster. He closes his eyes concentrating on the warmness of Deja as she chants his name over and over. Her pussy walls are tightening and Malik can feel he's getting closer to humming.

Deja's about to cum. Malik keeps sliding in and out, faster and faster. She tilts her hips and repositions, so Malik's hitting the right places. The tingling and painful jolts, Deja's calling out Malik's name over and over as her pussy's throbbing. "Harder, harder, harder—faster, faster, faster. Oh my God!" Deja lets out a whine-sigh-moan holding Malik hard as she jerks uncontrollably. Malik keeps hitting, and Deja urges him to keep going. "I'm going to cum again—Fuck!" On and on, she's yelling the birthday boy's name, forgetting there are still guests downstairs.

Deja's pussy tightens up again and Malik waits for her to cum again before thrusting. "Babe, it hurts but feels so good. Cum daddy—" and it doesn't take long before Malik does. He's jerking out of control trying to play it off. When he's finished cumming, he soon realizes it feels a little warmer than usual. He reaches down to check the condom and pulls it out seeing it busted. "Fuck!"

Malik's cum is dripping on the bed and out of Deja. He grimaces. "Shit!"

"What baby?" Deja popped up, looking at Malik. She then realizes that he came inside her.

"Oh my God! No, you didn't."

"Shit!"

"Oh my fucking God!" Deja's eyes began watering. "Fuck!" She slumps down on the bed and then pops up. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Right over there."

"Shit, shit!" Deja grabs her clothes and hopes to God she can wash Malik's semen out before it's too late. The door slams and Malik's left with a busted condom.