Hashim Conner’s Literary Works
sophisticated contemporary urban literarture

IN ORDER TO GET THE REST YOU HAVE TO PURCHASE The Learning Curve:

Miss. Hampton didn’t plan on letting me miss out on her advances. While at the annual Blue and Burgundy game that kicked off the basketball season, she made her advances obivious instead of leaving it in the air as she had done before.

“Mr. Alexander how are you today?”

“I’m alive.”

“It can’t be that bad, you have to be more than just alive. You should feel great, you sure look great.”

“Well thank you ma’am, I appreciate the compliment. I never said I felt bad I just said I’m alive, and from what I hear that’s a beautiful thing.”

“Well maybe if you said it with a little more enthusiasm then people wouldn’t automatically feel like something’s wrong with you.”

“My mom always told me about assuming. Just kidding I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”

“Mmmm hmmm, don’t mention it, just making sure that there isn’t anything that I can do to pick your spirits up.”

“Well honestly I’m a lil hungry, it would be nice to have a home cooked meal.”

“It just so happens I’m cooking tonight, you’re more than welcome to stop by and pick up a plate, or if you like I can bring it to you.”

“That sounds good, what’s on the menu? You know what beggars can’t be choosers, so if you’re bringing me food I’ll eat whatever you bring.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah that’s right, whatever you bring.”

Knowing that we were no longer speaking on just food, I added a little smirk at the end of my statement. As she blushed and happily began to walk away I couldn’t help but notice the lack of form below her waist. Lucky for me she more than made up for it in the chest area. With that I sat back and watched the Blue team win the game by six points over the Burgundy team. With all three of my favorite students (Dave, Mal, and Deion) being on the Blue team, we actually had an opportunity to be good this year, something we hadn’t done in many years since I left.

The game ended with a great play that involved all three of them. One of the players from the Burgundy team went up to lay the ball up and Deion went up and pinned the ball between the backboard and his hand then came down with it. In the same motion, he threw it up to Dave who crossed over a defender at half court making the defender stumble backward and fall. Then before taking another step he pulled up for what looked like a shot and out of no where as the ball came close to the rim Mal came out of no where over the teams starting center, grabbing the ball with two hands then dunking the ball over him. The entire play sent the crowd into an uproar. That play alone had the whole crowd salivating awaiting the start of the season.

Shortly after the PLAY, I made my way to the door, it was time for me to make my way home. It wasn’t long after I arrived home, and had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. Already having an idea of who it was, I immediately went to the door without taking the time to throw on some type of clothing. As I opened the door with nothing but my towel covering my lower body, she had a look across her face that let me know she meant business. Trying to apologize for my attire, I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were fixated on my towel. With my back still being on the wet side, she politely asked if I needed any help drying off. With no thought to what I was saying I replied that I had it under control, and followed it up with I wouldn’t want you to get wet in the process. My wit was evenly matched because before the words left my mouth and hit her ears. She responded, “It’s too late.”

As we laughed, I took the opportunity to glance at her attire, it wasn’t completely to my liking. She had the black blouse that accentuated what I thought were her greatest assets, (boy was I wrong) it wouldn’t be long before I would get a full array of her best quality. Attempting to walk past her to get back to my room, and change into something less troublesome. I was close enough for her to reach out and touch me, pulling my towel from around my waist exposing every inch of me, for her viewing pleasure. My reflexes were a bit slower than usual. Before I reached to retrieve the towel, I made sure that she got an eye full. The visual wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more. So without warning she leaned in and with a flick of her tongue she quickly attained my attention. Standing there with a towel half on, as she teased the part of my body that she now had full control of, all the time running her hands up and down my thighs. My hand slipped away from the towel and was placed on the back of her head making sure she got as much of me as possible. She didn’t miss a stride in her rhythmic stroke as each time her head pulled away, she wasted no time sliding it right back into position. I could feel my knees weaken as my excitement mounted. I was so used to women pulling away by this point, afraid of what was coming next, but that never happened. She kept her mouth in the proper place until she received the bounty that she had worked so hard for. That would’ve been it for most people but this was nothing more than an appetizer for us. She laid back on the couch and begged me to give her what she had been yearning for, the black skirt that didn’t cover half of her thighs was easily moved up to her midsection instead of taken off. Instead of laying on top of her, or grabbing her legs to spread them out, I grabbed her left thigh throwing it over the other and rolled her over to the arm of the couch with one leg dangling off the couch and the other stuck between the arm of the couch and the pillow, I wasted no time entering her paradise. Using her scrunched up skirt like a strap, I pulled her back to me as I thrust forward, listening to the moans that she didn’t want to escape. Aggressively whispering in her ear, I made sure she knew that I wanted to hear every moan from her until we were done. As I watched her clutch the back of the couch, and make every distorted face possible I couldn’t help but smile. I was in all my glory, it couldn’t get much better than this. I had a grown ass woman screaming my name like there was no tomorrow. I felt like a KING!!! That was until there was a knock on the window, and considering the blinds were more than half way open, My mind told me not to look, but my curiosity definitely got the best of me. As my head turned my mouth dropped! Brandi was standing in the window hands cupped, and pressed against the glass trying her best to view inside. This didn’t seem hard considering the tint wasn’t as dark as I was wishing it was at that particular moment. Lucky for me the glare from the sun light made it extremely difficult most days. The most surprising part was that my stroke never missed a beat, it was almost like I was turned on by the fact that I was caught in the act. Just as I began removing myself, from my particular situation Miss. Hampton began to shake uncontrollably her wetness gushing all over the place, on me as well as the couch. By the time I reached the door Brandi was already in her car pulling away. I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve said to her so I didn’t even attempt to open the door. After Miss Hampton finally caught her breath she, felt it necessary to apologize. She didn’t want to cause any trouble between me and my woman. Coldly starring at her, I explained that it was time for her to get her shit together and make her way out of my house. Though my problem wasn’t with her, I wasn’t in the mood for a condescending attitude. I wanted to be alone.

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One Response to “IN ORDER TO GET THE REST YOU HAVE TO PURCHASE The Learning Curve:”

  1. I cannot honestly say that I have read The Learning Curve, but from the excerpt on the page it makes me wish that I had and wonder where I can find a copy. It is very rare that I find material of this nature to my liking, with the exception of poetry, but it has piqued my interest as well as my curiosity. From what I have seen so far, it is an extremely well written story that obviously has a very carefully thought out plot. That is just a fellow writers take on a very well articulated and steamy scene.


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