STEF POV
"Thank you for asking me to come eat with ya'll tonight. I couldn't look at Julius' face one more second," Callie rolls her eyes as she pushes her plate away and sits back. "No offense, Luce."
"It's okay. None taken, Cals. He's not my favorite person right now either," Lucy says sipping her beer as I look back at Callie.
"You know you can come here anytime, sweetheart. You don't need an invitation, babe," I whisper as she looks at me smiling. "And don't worry about that drama queen. He's all fucking bark, no bite," I say tucking Callie's hair behind her ear. "You brought your music and stuff, babe? Mm? You know I love your fucking voice."
"Yeah. Course I did," she grins at me taking a sip of her own beer as I run my hand over her soft thigh.
Glancing back at Lucy who has been kind of quiet ever since Callie arrived, I knew she was nervous. Usually she chats my head off and is all over me, which fuck I loved, but her nerves were getting the best of her right now.
Even if I told her over and over that Callie wouldn't care about her moving in an us fucking, the look on her face right now told me she was still very unsure and probably anxious, something I wanted to just fuck right out of her. I mean maybe I didn't fully get why she was so worried, but maybe I did kinda. Most people had only one girlfriend or boyfriend, and here she is surrounded by people who have more than one. Sure Luce was somewhat sheltered because of her parents and pain in the ass brother, but I knew she didn't wanna be locked up in a closet with a ton of rules she needed to follow. Luce wanted to bust out like nothing I'd ever seen, and she also didn't wanna be this innocent girl people thought she was.
Pulling out a blunt from my kimono pocket and lighting it, I take a long drag before reaching over to hand it to her.
She blushes deeply as she takes it, and I wink at her sitting back in my chair and wrapping my arm around Callie who sits very close beside me. "Relax, Luce. Callie, here, doesn't care you and I fucked, do you Cals?" I smile as I play with her little braids she had put in her long hair.
"Not at all, Lucy. I know you like Stef. I mean I get that."
"Well, I mean...yeah. But I...I totally respect your feelings, Cal. Honestly. Both of your feelings."
"We know, Luce, but it's not like that. I promise it's fine, love," Callie says softly as she grabs the blunt and takes a drag herself before turning to me and blowing it in my mouth rather sensually. I can't help but grin widely at her as I pull her onto my lap and blow out the smoke before running my tongue up the side of her neck, loving her sexy moans. Her thighs are so soft as my hands glide up and down and under her tank that fits so loosely on her as I feel her fingers in my long hair, and sliding my kimono slowly down one of my shoulders.
"Mm Steff......you feel so good babe....Jesus," she moans as I slide one of her straps down kissing on her soft shoulder as I glide my tongue up her long neck again, sucking on it.
Pulling away a bit I turn to look at Lucy who is watching us, as I hold out my other arm and motion her to join us. She shyly gets up from her chair and stands beside me as I pull her closer. Callie smiles at me as she blushes, herself, and grabs Lucy's tank top pulling her to her face before she begins french-kissing Luce right in front of me.
I hadn't expected any of this to happen so fast as I grin and take another toke of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray so we can smoke more later. Sitting back I watch Callie as she gets off my lap and pulls Lucy as close to her as possible and kissing her rather deeply.
My heart is hammering in my chest now by simply just watching them and I can feel myself becoming very wet. Observing them for a few more minutes french kissing like no other it continues to make me become hotter and hotter by the second.
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Streetlife
FanfictionThis story takes place in the early 1980's during the time when crime, drugs, corruption, pimps, prostitution, and the Aids virus plagued the streets of New York City and 42nd street. This gritty novel tells the lives of friends, and rivals who str...