• Author K.L. Hall

The Week3nd

© K.L. Hall and www.authorklhall.com, 2018. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to K.L. Hall and www.authorklhall.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

(NOTE: Contains explicit language and adult themes suitable for ages 16+)

It was dark out. Not pitch black, due to the streetlights that cast a shadow against the slick pavement outside, but dark enough due to the overcast. The early Spring shower blew heavy rain against the window panes of the apartment, making for a truly dull Saturday afternoon. Ziora unlocked the door for Lincoln just as SZA’s voice started bellowing through the stereo system on the TV stand.

“You say you got a girl. Know you want me. How you want me when you got a girl...”

Ziora bobbed her head up and down to the melodic beat as she stared at him. He six-foot tall frame hovered over her five-foot two body. Lincoln’s caramel colored skin dripped from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. His hazel eyes pierced into hers as he looked her up and down and licked his full, pink lips. From the moment they laid eyes on each other the connection was almost too much to ignore. The intensity manifested the moment they decided to take things to a physical level. They’d been secretly meeting each other’s needs so often that it became…routine.


“Hey.” He smiled, flashing his knee buckling smile at her.

“You gon’ come in or you gon’ stand there staring?” She asked boldly.

Lincoln walked past her, eyeing her closely, which made her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She knew the two-piece burgundy, lace lingerie set she was wearing was the reason he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“It’s raining hard as shit outside.” He huffed, finally sparking a conversation.

Ziora looked up and saw droplets of rain sitting on the top of his waves and nodded.

“Take your shoes off before you walk on the carpet.”

Lincoln kicked off his shoes by the door and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed as he pinned her back against the cold door and kissed her.

“My man is my man is your man. Heard that’s her man too…”

Ziora was always sure to put SZA on repeat whenever he was around so that neither of them would forget her place in his life. She could get all the sex she wanted with none of the messiness of being in a relationship. Ziora had never pictured herself the type to be married with children. She was too much of a free spirit to be tied down to any one man for too long. That’s what made her situation with Lincoln work so well.

From the beginning, Lincoln had been transparent with Ziora about his relationship with his girlfriend, Amara. He told her the highs and lows and the pros and cons, too. The pro being Amara loved him to death, the con, she was a 23-year old virgin who was saving herself for marriage and he was in no way ready to “settle down” the way she wanted him to. It was clear that Amara had his heart, but Ziora…she had his full attention. She often wondered how long could a man really wait until a woman was ready to give herself to him? And if he didn’t wait, should he be blamed for going out and getting his? After all, a man had needs too.

Because of Lincoln’s situation, they both knew they could only ride the wave for so long before it all came crashing down. His girl would never have to worry about her trying to steal Lincoln away. If anything, Ziora saw herself as more of a solution to the holes in Lincoln’s relationship rather than a problem. There were times she felt like a traitor for breaking the girl code and sleeping with another woman’s man, but then again, Lincoln wasn’t her man, so at the end of the day, his actions were none of her concern.

“I just keep him satisfied through the weekend…”

Lincoln’s tongue swirled around her mouth as he held her up by the seat of her lace panties and walked over to the couch. Ziora moved the colorful throw pillow on the wraparound couch next to them and fully straddled his lap. She ran her hand against the dark stubble on his jaw line and grinded her hips against the imprint in his jeans.

“Mmm. I missed him.”

“I think he missed you too.”

“Oh really? Maybe he should show me how much.” She purred and pulled his lips onto hers once more.

“Hold up…”

“What?” She asked, following his eyes to the end table.

“Don’t worry. I got you.” She assured him as she reached over and turned the picture face down onto the table. “Better?”

Instead of responding, Lincoln flipped Ziora onto her back against the smooth fabric of the couch. His fingertips brushed across her exposed stomach and thighs as he kissed her. He quickly grabbed a handful of her ass and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Mmm.” She moaned, ready to feel every inch of him.

“You take Wednesday, Thursday, then just send him my way. Think I got it covered for the weekend…”

She tugged at the hem of his shirt and started pulling it over his back. He reached back to pull it over his head with one hand and tossed it on the floor. Soon, there was a colorful pile of their clothes on the carpet as SZA’s melodious voice intertwined with her moans. Lincoln dove deep inside her, sending her into ecstasy with each stroke. She entwined her fingers with his as his soft lips placed open mouth kisses on her neck and collarbone. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled like pins as he continued to make her body feel things that she’d never felt before.

“Tell me how much you love this shit.” He gritted.

“Mmm, I love it so much!” She said cravingly.

She tilted her head back to taste the sweetness of his lips once more, then let him flip her over into her favorite position, riding. She held onto the rippling muscles of his shoulders as he placed his hands around the bare skin of her waist. Ziora bucked against him, thrusting herself into her next climax. She soon felt Lincoln’s long fingertips digging into her lower back, which let her know he was about to climax as well.

Ziora made sure to keep the rhythm of her hips steady as she continued to ride him. She pressed a kiss to his warm neck and let her tongue swirl around his earlobe, sending him over the edge.

“Shit…I’m about to…mmm damn.” He groaned.

With her breath still jagged, she smoothed her hand over her short haircut and slowly lifted herself up to collapse on the couch. The faint smell of sex floated through the air as she watched Lincoln climb to his feet and pull his pants up, while grabbing the empty condom wrapper off the ground. She reached over to grab one remote to turn the music off and then turn the TV on with another.

“Yo, why you always play that song when I’m over here?” He asked.

“No reason…I just like it.” She shrugged, then glanced over at the clock on the kitchen stove and locked eyes with Lincoln.

“I should get ready to get up out of here…” He mumbled.

“Yeah, I know…”

“I’ll see you next time?” He said, walking down to hallway to the bathroom to flush the evidence of his infidelities.

“Same time, same place.” She assured him.

Just as Ziora climbed off the couch to swoop her panties up off the floor, she heard keys jingling against the front door.

“Fuck! She’s home early!” Ziora whispered and ran down the hallway with her panties in her hand just as the door opened.

Amara shook out her wet umbrella outside the door and then stepped inside. She looked down and immediately noticed her boyfriend’s size eleven shoes kicked off by the door.

“Lincoln?” She called out.

“Hey baby.” He smiled, coming out of the bathroom with a crumbled sheet of paper towel in his hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you…forgot you worked later today.” He admitted as he walked over to kiss her forehead.

“How long have you been here?”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe ten or fifteen minutes or so. Not too long.”

Lincoln made his way over to the couch and started flipping through channels.

“Oh okay. That rain is really coming down out there.” She said, peeling off her wet shoes and letting her feet sink into the plush carpet underneath her.

She walked over to the couch and crashed down beside him and glanced over at the end table while reaching across him for the remote.

“What’s the picture frame doing turned down?”


“Right there.” She pointed, picking up the pine wood frame with the word sisters printed on it. Inside was a picture of her and Ziora.

“Oh, I don’t know how that got like that. It was like that when I got here.”

“Z probably knocked it over when she was cleaning up or something.”

“Probably so.” He shrugged, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

“Where is she at anyway?”

“Down the hall.”

“Z! You back there?” Amara yelled.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She asked, walking down the hallway with her work shirt hung over her shoulder.

“I didn’t know you had to work today.”

“Yeah, they called me about an hour ago and asked me to come in. I’ve been back there gettin’ ready.”

“And you left my baby out here all alone? I swear you’re such a bad host!”

Ziora smiled at her sweet, yet naïve sister.

“I’m sorry, sis. I’ll make sure to be more attentive to him the next time you’re not around.”


“Pinky promise.” Ziora smiled as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.


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