Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Avery 79

I sat in an open field with Idris and Sir Michael, we weren't doing shyt but shooting at targets and even that was starting to get boring because it was cold as fuck and I hated having to walk back and forth to set up new targets. Thankfully we were off of house restriction because I couldn't take another day with those niggas, even though I fucked with Kofi, Fat Daddy, and Najee... even Wes I could tolerate because I knew he was just a kid that was hurting but that nigga O'Shea. The things I do for my niggas...... so I know y'all are wondering what exactly went down in the nearly three hours me and O'Shea were up in my room and I have every intention on telling y'all every single detail... but first some context to my decision to take an 'L' for the team, for one thing, O'Shea isn't an ugly nigga despite how much of a bitch he was, he was kinda sexy and if his personality was better I'd probably fuck with him more often. Also, I knew he had a dangerous tongue, I've heard Toneio in there crying from O'Shea's tongue and I wanted to see for myself if that nigga was exaggerating or not and finally I just wanted an excuse to use 'you ate my ass' whenever he tried to talk slick.

"Bro, did you fuck that nigga or what?" Idris asked making a damn near perfect shot into one of the targets. "I've been asking you for hours and all you keep saying is 'in a minute' I need to know if you fucked O'Shea because that will determine our friendship from this point forward." He said taking another shot and at first I thought he had missed the target completely but then I realized that his grouping was damn near perfect.

"In a minute...." I said smirking because I knew that response would piss Idris off. "Look it's cold as fuck out here and I really don't feel like rehashing that story in the cold so let's go get something to eat and go back to Sir's and I'll tell you the whole story."

"I swear if you let that nigga smash you might be downgraded to friend of the show status because O'Shea is....." Idris said as I sat there looking at him. "Jace demands that we watch Real Housewives of Atlanta so I pick up a few terms here and there I'm actually starting to......" Before Idris could finish Sir Michael walked up to him and started whispering something in his ear.

"Damn y'all all up in my business, what y'all got going on?" I asked because I was observant, I noticed everything. While Sir Michael was whispering whatever into Idris's ear, his hand was on Idris's dick, and I could clearly see the outline of Sir Michael's dick through his jeans and it was steadily growing larger the more he spoke.

"This my boy, there's nothing going on between us.... now let's get the fuck outta here." Sir Michael said walking off and I looked at Idris who seemed to have frozen in place. 'Nothing going on between us' my ass, them niggas were fuckin or dangerously close to it. We grabbed some food from the Jamaican Food Truck near Sir Michael's apartment and walked inside and as they got comfortable, i checked my phone just looking to stall because I wasn't entirely sure I was ready to air out all my secrets just yet.

"Alright, so what happened? Please don't tell you fucked that nigga because you already know how O'Shea is......." Idris said and I smiled.

"Did I fuck O'Shea.... no..... Did O'Shea fuck me?...... debatable..... Did O'Shea eat my ass..... most definitely." I said shrugging. "Look Idris you can judge all you want but I did it for my boy, Fat Daddy was on a mission and O'Shea was determined to get him caught without actually snitching... it was the best idea I had at the time." I said.

"Wait how is it debatable? Either y'all fucked or y'all didn't there's no in between..." Sir Michael said and I shook my head in disagreement, there was plenty of space between fuckin and getting your nut.

"There was no penetration, but we both got our nut..... if you wanna know the details here it is." I said pulling out my blunt and going back to that night....... We walked upstairs and I could feel O'Shea watching me apprehensively, I knew he wasn't entirely sure if I was serious or not but he was trying to find up. When we reached the top landing he paused at Fat Daddy's door and stared at it as if he was trying to figure out what was going on.