Jordan and Dahlia have been best friends since they met on the playground at age 3. Follow their journey over the next two decades as life, love, opportunities, and sacrifice all play major roles in where their lives go.
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After a short practice on Friday, Jordan and Marcus were both in good moods as they walked back to their place.
It was their bye-week, which meant they didn't have a game that weekend, so for the first time in a while, they'd be able to go out and really party for the weekend.
That evening's particular party was being hosted by Kappa Delta, a sorority known for throwing epic events, and tonight was no different.
After yanking him upstairs, Dahlia's lips were on Jordan's as she pushed him down the hallway, in search of an empty bedroom.
"I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but I definitely like it."
"I wanna get you into me tonight."
Dahlia, after finally finding a room, pulled Jordan into it, pushing him against the door to close it.
Jordan leaned back and locked the door, watching in curious lust as Dahlia grabbed his face.
"How drunk are you, Doll?"
"Drunk enough to know I need to feel you inside me."
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The two battled with their lips, both fighting for dominance as their hands roamed each other's bodies. As Jordan gripped Dahlia's ass, she moaned and hooked a leg around his waist, feeling his erection pressing into her inner thigh.
Dahlia began raking her fingers through Jordan's head and suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore.
He needed her... but he knew he couldn't...
"Doll, baby. I can't. You're dru--"
"Fuck me, Jordy."
He didn't need to be told twice. Within a matter of seconds, Jordan had Dahlia laid out on the bed, his hands trailing up her thighs, reaching under her dress to pull off the pink thong she was wearing.
After tucking them into his pocket, Jordan smirked, watching as Dahlia began fiddling with his belt buckle. After a few failed attempts Dahlia laid back with a huff and Jordan took over, expertly loosening his pants.
He pulled them down a bit before sinking down between Dahlia's legs.
There wasn't a need for foreplay. They didn't need the buildup.
