Page 38 of Exit: Us
We dropped it from there, and he eventually finished logging the delivery. I think Gemini was still a little upset about what happened because for the duration of the ride, he didn’t say much of anything. We drove in silence until we pulled up to a truck stop. He was able to snag a spot in the back. It was after six now, and the sun was beginning to set.
“Ima get out and sit on the back of the trailer. I need a blunt,” he let me know.
I nodded, and he quickly got out of the truck. I could hear Gemini raise the liftgate, so I’m sure he kept his weed stored somewhere in there. I rose from my seat, so that I could go to the back for a second. I tossed my book on the bed, and grabbed my phone, that I had sitting on my bed. There were messages from my mom, and Gianna. Both wanted to know how it was going. I texted each of them back, letting them know that we were in Mobile, Alabama, and that Gemini was done working for the day.
I kept in touch with them every day. If I didn’t talk to them on the phone, then we would communicate with each other through text messages. My mom missed me so much. Every day we texted, she wanted to know if I was going to come back to London once I was finished being on the road with Gemini. Every day, my answer for her stayed the same. I would tell her that I wasn’t sure yet.
Truth is that I had no desire to go back to London. That became my life by force. She wanted us to move from Miami when I was a kid because of my father getting killed. I got my education in London, found my dream career, and I thought that I even found my dream man. London wasn’t a life that I was in a rush to go back to. I missed my mom. Of course I did, but if anyone knew what it felt like having to leave a place because it no longer brought you happiness, I would think that it would be her.
Instead of staying in the truck, I decided to get out, so that I could join Gemini in the back. I found him, sitting on the back of the truck, with the blunt in his hands. I watched him as he took a long pull from it and then exhaled the smoke. This was my first time seeing him smoke. Again, this was usually something about a man that would have turned me off if it was anyone else, but sitting here, watching him do it, it was sexy.
You would never know that Gemini smoked unless he told you. His clothes never smelled like weed, neither did his truck. He didn’t have black lips like a lot of weed smokers. Maybe it was because he didn’t smoke often. I’ve been on this truck with him for days now, and this was my first time seeing him hit the blunt.
I came over, sitting right next to him. Times in the past, when I knew that someone was smoking weed, I would make sure that I was the furthest from them. Look at me now. All up under him, getting secondhand smoke from the smoke lingering in the air, and coming my way.
“You don’t give me the type that will sit around someone while they smoke. You look like you’ll complain about the smoke getting in your hair, or lingering on your clothes,” he called me out, hitting the nail right on the head.
“You’re right,” I responded.
“Why you came out here then?” he wanted to know, and I chuckled.
“Because it was too quiet on the truck,” I lied, knowing that that wasn’t the reason why I came out here with him.
“Yeah aight. You came out here because you like being around me,” he hit the nail on the head with that too, but of course I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Cocky much, aren’t we?” I asked, picking my legs up, so that I could sit Indian style. Waiting for an answer from him, I turned my head, wanting to hear it.
The blunt was in his hands, and Gemini was boldly looking back at me. You could tell that he was very much attracted to me. His eyes were looking me in my eyes, but then they dropped, looking at my lips. They dropped even lower, looking at my breast. I removed the sweater that I’ve been wearing today, so right now, I was in a white tank top. I didn’t have a bra on. I didn’t feel the need to put one on because I knew that the plan was to be on the truck all day.
I looked down to see if my nipples were hard, and they were. That explained why his eyes dropped, staring at my breast.
“Never cocky. I’m just stating facts. You like being around me. You had the chance to stay in the truck, and probably lay in bed, finishing your book, or simply hang out in the passenger seat. Look where you at. Sitting on the back of a trailer with me while I smoke, getting weed all on your clothes and in your hair,” he said it with confidence, removing his eyes from lingering on my breast, so that he could look me in the eyes.
I didn’t have a response for that. He was right and I didn’t want to argue with him. He held the blunt out in my direction, as if he was offering me to hit it with him. I made a face, looking at him like he was crazy, while shaking my head no. My response caused him to laugh.
“Absolutely not,” I said, knowing that I wasn’t going to go anywhere near that blunt.
“You’ll be surprised when you see that this shit really does calm you down. Someone like you, that’s always uptight and on edge, it’ll probably be beneficial for you. Suit yourself though. I don’t want to be the person in your life that’s influencing you to do drugs anyways,” he said.
“Does it really calm you down though? What’s the science behind it? I feel like that’s just something that weed smokers have convinced themselves to believe,” I responded. With the blunt in his hands, he kept his eyes on me.
There was so much tension between us. Good tension. A lot of sexual tension going on. I think we were both still on a high from the kiss we shared last night. That kiss was nasty as hell. When he picked my ass up from the bed, carried me, and then lifted me again, sliding me up and down, so that I could feel how hard that dick was, I could have lost it.
Prior to that, just a few hours ago, I had this beautiful conversation with his grandmother, getting to know her, respecting her as a woman once I learned so much about her story, so I couldn’t cross that line and let Gemini fuck me in her house. It would be disrespectful, especially since she already drew the line for none of that to happen between us once she had us sleep in separate rooms. If Gemini and I had slept in the same room last night, I’m going to be honest… I might have let him fuck me. With all the things that I’ve been going through these past couple of months, the way my emotions have been all over the place, the stress that I’ve felt, I needed some dick. I knew that Gemini had good dick too. It was the way he kissed me. The way he knew how to take control. Even if we fucked and nothing came out of it between him and I, I would be okay with that. I just wanted to have a couple of orgasms to calm my ass down.
“I can’t speak for everybody because everyone has their own reaction to smoking. It calms me down though. I don’t do this shit often though. When the workday stresses me, or those times when I just want to take the edge off, I’ll hit the blunt,” he said, and if I couldn’t get sex to calm me down, then I guess I would have to do the next best thing, which was weed.
Clearing my throat, I reached my hand out, wanting him to hand me the blunt.
“Man, watch out. You going to waste my shit. You just told me a minute ago that you wasn’t fuckin with it,” he said.
“Yeah. That was a minute ago though. I changed my mind,” I responded.
“That’s dangerous. I don’t know if I like that kind of trait,” he said, and I tilted my head to the side, questioning him with my eyes on what he was talking about.
“What you mean?” I wanted to know.
“The fact that you can switch up so fast. That’s dangerous,” he filled me in on what he was talking about. I waved him off, reached for the blunt again, and this time he handed it to me.
