may tenth.
otm.
I'd always had a big crush on Solange's fine ass sister, but my crush wasn't anything special. Everybody had a crush on her. Every single person that had come across her, had a crush on her, even if they only saw her face, especially if they only saw her face.
Unlike them, I was closer. Solange and I were tight knit so I was at her house, always, and Beyoncé was there most of the time. She was so fine, and the way she carried herself was sexy to me. Her voice made a pool appear inside my panties. I wanted to take them off and give them to her so she could see just how wet she made me.
I knew I would never get that chance though. She would never take me serious, but if she gave me the chance, I would ride that dick into the sunset and keep cumming on it until she wasn't able to cum anymore.
She was always walking around here with no underwear on. At first, I knew it was a mistake. She didn't realize that we were here. But time went on and she kept repeating the same actions. She wanted somebody to see. It was delusional, but I hoped it was me.
The front door opened and I looked toward it. Solange kept her head down, already knowing who was there. I did too, but I wasn't going to miss a chance at seeing her.
She looked so damn good. Her hair was wild today, just the way I liked it. Usually she had her hair in a ponytail, a bun, or bone straight, but she looked beautiful with her natural curls.
It was obvious that she'd just went to run some errands. White tee, black sweats, Birkenstocks. If I asked her, she would probably say she looked like trash. She didn't even know how much she was making my pussy leak. I would take her like this every day.
She came into the living room, nodding her head toward me, "What y'all in here doing?"
Solange turned around to greet her sister. I was automatically tuning out their conversation, my eyes on the heavy bulge in Beyoncé's pants. At this point, I was convinced she didn't even own a pair of underwear.
I bet she was big and thick. I bet that dick was perfectly shaded to her skin tone. I bet she was curved, but not so curved that it looked bizarre. I bet she could shoot cum real far or let it drizzle down her length.
Damn.
I needed to stop. I snatched my eyes away and she was already looking at me. Immediately I looked away, my cheeks so red and hot that I was sure I looked like a tomato.
"Wassup Onika."
"Hey," I waved her way.
"What y'all 'bout to do?" She came over and took a seat beside me.
I tried to scoot away a bit, crossing one leg over the other. In my peripheral vision, I could see her watching. She reached over and I flinched away just for her to grab the remote at my side.
"My bad."
"Where you coming from?" Solange asked.
"I went grocery shopping with Mama. You know she act like she don't know how to read from a list she wrote."
"She just wanted you to be there. She called me but she saw I was with Onika."
Beyoncé gave me a quick look. My delusional mind slowed her look down and pretended that she was imagining me with my clothes off.
"Wassup? Why don't you come over here no more?"
"I was out of town last week."
"Damn for real? Where'd you go?" She adjusted, stretching her arm over the back of the couch and spreading her legs.
