Nyah was a bitch. She was overly sarcastic, ruthless, careless, heartless...evil. She doesn't care about no one, but..oh did I mention she was basically sinister? Nonetheless she cared for no one, but the best and only good quality about her was tha...
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We stood in my bedroom and Sugar was so shy, and timid. She looked around my black bedroom, and didn't say a word. I will of course be gentle or wait if she wants to. I'll just read her energy until then.
I walked closer to her slowing taking off my jacket, as her eyes were now focused on me.
She had on this tight little white dress with roses on it. These tall platform pink heels, I believed to make herself seem taller than she truly was, she was short.
Her hair was going to her passionate red yellow color to the white being scared.
I slowly got on the bed next to her, and she took a deep breath, and held it.
I leaned over taking in her sweet smell, her sweet sweet smell.
"If your breath gets quicker that's normal" I stated touching her waist as she let out that air.
"If my hands move slick that's normal also" I said.
"Okay" she said.
She turned her head to face me, and she pressed her pink lips on mines. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at me which was funny, but I wasn't going to embarrass her.
I slowly moved my hand up her leg closest to me, grazing the inside of her thigh and she tensed up.
"You have all right to tell me to stop if you want. I promise I will" I whispered in her ear and she just nodded her head.
I kept going up and kissing her neck, almost touching her gavar as she calls it.
"Can you turn the lights all off?" She asked.
"Why?" I said, as I stopped.
"Pearl and Gracee said that we shouldn't show our bodies to anyone ever. Not even durning this" she said.
"Sex? During sex?" I asked and she pulled her dress down.
"Yes" she said.
"Okay, whatever you want to do" I told her.
I wanted her to know she was safe here, and that there was nothing she needed to be afraid of. The ends of her hair were still white.
