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"That cannot happen again." Sunny spoke breaking the silence between us. We must have been sitting in my car for a solid five minutes without saying a word to each other.
"Why?" I said I not bothering to look at her. I kept my eyes...
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"That man you have is fine as hell." My favorite aunt, Rochelle smiled as she ran a brush through my hair extensions.
I looked up at her and smiled. She recently cut her long hair into a bob and I loved it on her. It suited her oval face shape.
Aunt Rochelle is a hairstylist and she has been doing my hair for years. She took it upon herself to do my hair this morning.
"Thank you Aunty." I smiled. ""I never thought it would have been you to get a white boy. We all assumed it would have been Farrah. How did you get that one?" "I met him through Marcus." I answered with a smile thinking of all the times Logan would text and call me or show up at my apartment unannounced.
It was annoying at first and I remember there was a point of time where I wished he stopped. Now I want to spend every waking moment with him.
"Have y'all had sex yet?" Aunt Rochelle asked. I froze and my eyes immediately went to my mom who was sitting at the kitchen table just a few feet from us.
She was on her phone playing candy crush. I know she heard us but she was acting as if she was not paying attention.
Of course my mom knows I'm not a virgin. Right before Jared and I first had sex I came to her and we had our "talk". Shortly after I was put on birth control.
As far as the details of my sex life, that is not something I'm comfortable sharing with my mom.
"Aunt Rochelle!" I gasped.
She gave me an innocent look. "I'm just looking out for you. I heard white men do not know how to get the job done. I need to make sure my niece is being taken care of. "
I burst out in laughter because I knew Aunt Rochelle was being dead serious.
Logan and I have only had sex eight times since we first got together. I can't speak for other white men but if there is one thing about my man Logan, he gets the job done.
Every.
Single.
Time.
To think I used to think I was not into sex. I was wrong.
"We are good in that department." I mumbled hoping my mom didn't hear us. Aunt Rochelle is my moms oldest sister but you would think otherwise.
Aunt Rochelle is the oldest out of seven children. Because she spent so much of her childhood taking care of her siblings she made the decision to not have any children. Although I do respect her decision, it makes me kind of sad because I know she would make a great mother.
There was countless times when I was younger, I used to pray that Aunt Rochelle was my mom.
"When you say good, what do you mean by that, is he slanging down that dick Sunny? I could not help but look at that monster between his legs last night." Aunt Rochelle said with a devious grin.
