E.O.T Part 1

Manny P.O.V

Keya and her family are having a great time, well that's what we came here for. And we’ve taken a shitload of pictures, plus I even recorded us with my camcorder. I want some memories to show our kids one day. She looks fine as hell with her fiery red curls up in a ponytail. Wearing some white denim booty shorts and a red tank top, which she's twisted in a knot showing off her toned midriff. I'm matching her in a red tank top and white cargo shorts. I love matching with my Girl, it's a way of showing people that we're together. And Not to Touch My Shit! I've had to stare down several assholes already and shoulder-bump a few punks that got too close to her. I ask one of them, “You like what you see, Puto!” He looks spooked, shaking his head so I tell him, “Then keep it moving!” He scurries away with his tail between his legs. She turns and asks, confused, “Papi, you good?” I smile at her, “Yeah, I’m good Ma.”

After the shit, she told us about the guys at her school this morning. We ain't ever gonna let no shit like that happen again! So when we get back to Chicago I Will be going to her school and filling out the application for head security guard. We have all agreed that we need to be able to keep an eye on her as much as possible. And to protect her from those vultures.

She's been pouring water all over herself all day. And seeing that cold water trickle down her heated skin to her breasts; hardening her nipples and making them poke through her top. Had me jealous of the water! And wanting to take her back to our room and stay there the rest of the day, hearing her scream out my damn name. All the guys within agree that they'd rather do that as well. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me, and suck on her neck asking, ‘Why don’t we go back to our air-conditioned room and I can eat you while you say my name? You’re hot, ain’t you?’

She nods gasping and moaning and although I can smell that she wants to she nervously declines and stutters, "Y.. yeah I’m h.. hot bu.. t we have tttime to.. night fo.. r all t.. hat." I ask if she's okay, and she mindlinks me, 'I'm still a little.. sore from early.' Oh for real? 'That was just the head, Babe.' She sighs, looking dreadful. 'I know.' Damn, I knew she wasn't ready to handle me yet.

But what's really worrying me is when she told me that she suffers from heat exhaustion. I want her to have a good time, not be miserable because of the heat. I'll have to come up with a way to keep her cooled off. Maybe an umbrella would help or a spray bottle? I'll see what I can find in these little shops around here... I found her an umbrella visor hat in purple and a matching battery-powered fan that sprays water and bought them for her. She said they really helped, good.

Her family's funny and annoying. They argue over the most trivial things. And most of her aunts have been checking me out all day. Even though they're here with their men. I've noticed that even her uncle, Ed, was checking me out. The hell?! Whatever, I only have eyes for My Girl, that's it, that's all! And I'll show them better than I can tell them. My hands and mouth stay all over her all day.

Her family decided to go to Portillos for dinner. It has been a while since I've eaten here. When I ordered my food, one of her aunts that had been trying to flirt with me; asked a stupid question about my eating habits. I have always eaten a lot my whole life, but with everyone that's living inside of me, now I know why. I nod, giving her aunt a look like, 'You just saw me order it, right? Duh!' I tell them, "Y'all can get whatever you want. It's on me." They all order and I pay, Keya tells me, "I don't like Portillos as much as I like AL'S #1 Beef. Their food is sooo damn good, Papi!" She moans, literally drooling over some damn food. I'm the only thing she needs to drool over! I know that sounds petty, but fuck it. I found out that everyone inside of me are all very jealous creatures. It's cool though, we'll teach her ass tonight...

"Why don't you like Portillos, Babe?" I ask her while grabbing one of our trays of food and her waist. She grabs one also as I lead her to a booth. "I've been eating at AL's since birth, so I'm just used to them." Oh, I get it. We put down the trays and she whispers, "Grammy used to flirt with the owners' son and he would give us free food!" She giggled, and it was such an innocent yet sexy sound, that I found myself involuntarily getting hard and not able to go get our other tray of food. Well, not without everyone noticing, “Fuck!”

I whispered, and she sees it and nervously looks away asking, "Do you want me to go get our food?" "Mm-hm," I mumble sitting down and adjusting myself. "Ok." She says, then walks over to the counter. My gaze goes straight to her juicy ass, switching from side to side. She gets the trays and walks back. GOD, she's slightly bow-legged, which is so fuckin sexy! Damnit, even her walk turns me on! My dick gets even harder! She set the tray down and then gasps as I grab her hips, plopping her on my rock-hard erection! What? She caused it!