Get At Me

By K.A. Smith

Fatima is at the community center to paint murals. She's hoping to get in, get out, and get paid. But the charismatic C.J. is one distraction she's not prepared for. Frustrated and off her game, Fatima realizes C.J. may have more to offer than a player's status.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.A. Smith
• Release date: Apr 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311395764

K.A. Smith

K.A. Smith is a writer of poetry and fiction. Writing is her first love and women are her passion. She seamlessly merges the two to bring you sensual scenarios and titillating tales of women's love, sex, and desire.

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Get At Me

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Get At Me

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By K.A. Smith

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Dress For Success

Here She Comes: Three Erotic Lesbian

Short Stories

Gina’s Do-Over

The Rookie

Parking

Tasting Room

Get At Me

C.J. dribbled the ball, faked left, and took the shot. Swoosh. Ayyy! Heh! she danced, swiveling her arms in front of her, doing the cabbage patch. Who ain’t got game? Uh! Uh! I told you! Ricco, didn’t I tell’em?

You told’em. Ricco huffed.

Yeah, C.J. laughed. The kids didn’t have anything on her. They were all talk and fancy sneakers. She was old school, shake and bake swerve.

That’s it for this morning, kids, she strutted over to the bench for water. She was getting too old to be hustling these kids every morning on the court. Her boyish frame standing just shy of 5’7 looked like it belonged to a youngster, but she was thirty-five pushing thirty-six. Go get on the bus for school. I’ll see you back here this afternoon." She watched them as they scampered off to get their backpacks and lunch boxes.

A car she’d never seen before pulled into the community center parking lot as the children climbed aboard the school buses. A silver, midsized SUV with tinted windows came to a stop in one of the empty spaces.

Hey, Ricco, you know who that is? C.J. stepped around the bench to get a closer look. She heard Ricco’s heavy foot fall behind her.

Nah, he threaded his fingers through the gate, mimicking C.J.’s stance. One hand up, basketball resting at her side. They watched, waiting for someone to get out. It was probably a parent rushing to bring a forgotten lunch or some homework left on the table, C.J. hoped. The last time an unknown vehicle pulled up at the community center half of their funding left with it.

I hope it’s not that fat ass Mr. Reynolds. He always be taking more than he bringing.

Right! Ricco chimed in. But it was a pleasant surprise to see a woman’s size eight bootheel touch down on the pavement.

C.J. looked at Ricco who was already grinning from ear to ear. Man, chill out. You already drooling on yourself. C.J. swatted him in the chest, laughing at his eagerness. But she felt a tingling sensation jumping underneath her skin too. They didn’t get too many pairs of high heels walking through the community center. Unless she counted the director and then that was only during