I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hair then patted my body down with another. I headed towards my dresser to select a matching bra and panty set, then pryed the towel off of my head and combed my hair out. When I entered my living room, David’s full attention was on a basketball game. It looked like he helped himself to my alcohol. I hated when people went through my stuff without asking me.

When he finally realized I was in the room, he turned the television off and walked towards me to wrap me in his arms. Again he attempted to kiss me in the mouth, which I again successfully avoided. I allowed him to lead me into the bedroom while he applied soft kisses to my neck and then down to my breasts.

Lying on the bed, he went to work prying off my panties and, before I knew it, my back was arching and my hands were pushing his face deeper between my legs. Pushing my pelvis against his face, I tried my best to suffocate him. The shit felt so good, I didn’t want it to end. Sensing that I was close to an orgasm, he stopped and pulled down his pants and boxers and stood there waiting for me to service him. When I brought my face closer to his penis, something didn’t seem quite right. It was wet!

David’s penis had a colored discharge on its tip. I tried my best to remember if I had ever known David to pre-cum. The few times he did it was only during me giving him head. I rose to my feet, pushed David away from me, and turned on all the lights. Something just wasn’t right, and I’d be damned if I let him give me an STD.

“What’s wrong baby?” he inquired as if he didn’t know. I dropped to my knees and began eyeing his penis from base to tip.

“David, why are you pre-cumming?”

“Oh, you just got me horny as hell, that’s all!”

“Okay, so what’s that smell?”

“I’ve been running around all day. It’s nothing but some sweat. You want me to go take a shower?”

I couldn’t believe he was trying to take me for stupid. I rose to my knees because I knew I had to check him before he made the mistake of trying to play me for the fool. I put my robe back on and took a deep breath. I wanted to remain as calm as possible. “David, pull up your damn pants!”

“What?”

“I said pull up your goddamn pants! I can’t believe your ass is sitting up here in my face telling me all these fucking lies.”

“But I—,” he retorted.

“Shut up!” I yelled before he could continue. “For one, I know that you don’t ever come to my crib without showering first. Secondly, I know that pre-cum isn’t yellow and thick like egg yolk, and third, nigga, did you forget I was a pre-med biology major? You got some type of STD or bacterial infection, and you want me to put my mouth on that diseased shit? You must’ve lost all of your senses!” I screamed.

I turned my back to him and began to head towards my bathroom. To add salt to his wound, I made sure to let him know his services were no longer needed. “By the way, David, I was going to wait until we were done, but I wanted to let you know that this thing that we’ve been having is over!”

“Oh, so you saying that you ain’t trying to kick it with me anymore?” he asked flabbergasted.

“Mothafucka, did I stutter?” I answered back with as much attitude as I could muster. I spun on my heels and again proceeded to head towards my bathroom to clean myself up. But before I reached the door, I felt him grab the back of my hair and fling me to the floor. Blackness engulfed me as my head made contact with the floor.