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Treys pov

I miss dejas crazy ass. But yesterday i fucked up. I was horny and she didn't answer so this bitch i used to kick it with came through. Her name was jasmine , light skin with big tittys. Don't get me wrong, i love deja but a dude got needs. I looked at my phone and the time said 12 am. Now that i know what deja do she ain't going to be hard to find. I went to her house cuz that is where she usually is. I got out the car and ran and knocked on the door. She opened the door like two minutes later. She looked at me with the biggest smile ever. I'm talkin both dimples were showing. She was so beautiful, then all of a sudden my heart just dropped. Dejas titties were sitting right and her body was like a real life hour glass. She had a black v neck on with so bright yellow spanx. Her hair was down and it was long asf. Mama was so fine. "You coming in or just going to stare?" She said giggling a lil. I walked in and sat on her couch. She tried to sit on my lap but i couldn't let her, i pushed her a little so we would just be sitting side to side. She gave me a wtf look and said" we haven't seen each other in like three days and you just push me off ?". I didn't know how to explain it so i just blurted it out" i fucked some one yesterday". Her face dropped. At that moment you could tell she loved me. I never wanted to hurt her. "It didn't mean anything. I don't want her. I want you. I just fucked up. I was a mistake." I said trying to defend myself or to justify it a little. " It meant something. And you wanted her in that moment and not me do keep that bullshit. And sweetie a mistakes are speaking errors or forgetting little things." She spoke with such calmness. " Now get out of my house.. its over" she said in a low voice. Now isn't the time to argue with her so i got up and walked out. I fucked up but I'm going to get her back i thought to myself. I sat in my car thinking over everything then i felt a drop of water touch my chest and i realized I've been crying....

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