Gonna put the windows down
Cuz it's getting hot in here
Yeah, I know you feel it now..
starRo & Kyle Dion—"Time Off"
Califia parked her motorcycle in the guest spot of Bakari's apartment building carport. The new graduate housing he lived in was pretty sweet.
Walking up the steps to his second-floor spot, she kept an eye out for the specific potted cactus plant that a spare key was supposed to be hidden under.
She found it with no problem and let herself into the apartment.
She was pleasantly surprised to see how neat and clean the livingroom appeared. Bakari had always been a slob, so Califia knew that this pristine abode was the work of N'Jobu for sure.
The second thing that caught her eye in the room was the bookshelf near the front entrance. The dark mahogany wood shelves were stuffed with books on International Law, finance, and geography.
There were a few bestselling non-fiction books and some popular commercial fare taking up shelf space too. The Donald Goines novels on the bottom shelf had to be Bakari's.
She couldn't imagine N'Jobu being into street lit.
Califia walked out onto the balcony to sit on the overstuffed gray leather couch that Bakari had owned since his freshman year of college.
She plopped herself on the couch, leaned back and allowed the warm sun to bake her legs.
She was wearing her favorite pair of olive –colored "skorts", a polyester short and skirt combo that made her feel like a tennis player.
She was rocking a classic "Black Star" Hip-Hop t-shirt that belonged to her father and she was feeling pretty hipster-ish in her black motorcycle boots.
Closing her eyes, she stroked her freshly braided cornrows and waited for Bakari to show up.
Today they were going to practice capoeira together,
taking turns playing the berimbau while the other worked on their Ginga moves and then they would spar off together play fighting until they were exhausted.
Which usually meant they would play for an hour, and then kick back and toke on a spliff and listen to new FDM music online.
She also had intense practices scheduled for the following week with the theater director at her school to prep for their winter dance concert.
Today was going to be a gift, a bit of free time to let off stress from school and spend time doing a bit of self-care with a friend.
After today, the next five weeks would be spent watching what she ate, lifting weights in the school gym, rehearsals, finishing papers, studying for tests,
and trying to keep dick appointments with her sort-of boyfriend Xavier.
Xavier was getting on her nerves lately, so she wasn't sure if they would make it to Christmas.
He wanted her to come to New Orleans with him to stay with his family for the holidays, but she really wanted to visit her mother in New Jersey. It had been a year since she'd seen her mother.
Their relationship was under great strain lately, and she really wanted to patch things up. Califia was hoping that at some point later in the day she could talk to Bakari about her mom.
The sun felt amazing on her legs, all toasty and warm, but the black t-shirt was roasting her upper body, so she stood up to take it off revealing a cute lime-green tank top underneath.
She was folding the t-shirt when she saw N'Jobu running towards the apartment unit through the open parking lot.
He was shirtless, a thin blue backpack hugging his shoulders, with wrap-around sunglasses covering his eyes. The blue and black knee-length running shorts he wore hugged his muscular thighs.
Califia found herself feeling a little flushed in the face.
The first time she saw him at the BSU meeting, she could tell that he had a very nice physique. But what she was witnessing running towards her at this moment was pure lady porn.
Before he got to the apartment he stopped near a bench that sat in an open lawn space and stretched his legs.
The sweat on his skin glistened, and she admired his calves and that (Lord Jesus) sinfully round derriere of his. She gazed spellbound as he flexed taut glutes.
After he was done stretching, he walked to the apartment. He hadn't noticed her out on his balcony. She sat back down on the couch. She wasn't expecting him to be here.
The sound of his feet bounding up the stairs prompted her to put her t-shirt back on.
She thought it prudent to wait for him to enter and get himself dressed first before bounding out from the balcony and scaring him.
Perhaps it would be even better to be found sitting in the livingroom when he walked in. She didn't want him to know she had been outside practically eye fucking him as he cooled down his run.
She quickly stood up to head into the livingroom when she heard his keys in the door,
but then a woman walked into the livingroom wearing only a salmon-colored man's button up shirt and nothing else. Califia dove back down onto the balcony couch unseen and mortified.
The woman hadn't heard her come into the apartment. It was the same woman from the BSU meeting. She listened as N'Jobu said "Hey, beautiful," and then there was the sound of kissing. Fuck.
How was she going to get away without appearing awkward?
The sound of a door shutting, and a shower running came next, and she could hear Andrea chatting to N'Jobu from the bedroom.
Califia stuck her head up above the couch again and could see an open bedroom door and Andrea's legs dangling on the edge of a bed.
She was still talking to N'Jobu loudly over the running shower, and Califia could hear N'Jobu responding.
The shower didn't last long, and soon N'Jobu was stepping out from a steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist.
He walked into his bedroom and stood in front of Andrea's legs, and at that point, Califia ducked her head back down.
Her cell phone vibrated in her skort pocket and she pulled it out to see a text from Bakari. He was only forty minutes away. Cool. This may turn out fine-
Califia sucked in a breath and covered her eyes with her hands. Now she could hear the unmistakable sounds of a bed squeaking because of vigorous sex taking place. "Shit," she whispered.
Not only was the bed rattling like crazy, but N'Jobu must've been putting it down real nice because Califia could hear Andrea making a ton of noise.
Like whimper crying, not even full-on words, just struggle talking. Straight gibberish.
Taking another chance, Califia popped her head above the couch. N'Jobu's bedroom door was halfway closed, so she scrambled off the couch and skittered her way to the front door.
She opened it and closed it behind her quickly and sat on the front steps.
Luckily, she couldn't hear very much from outside and tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart. She would've died had N'Jobu caught her.
She checked her phone again and sat quietly on the steps wishing Bakari would hurry.