Two of a Kind

11

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▶︎ Weak - SWV
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Zendaya

Girl, I'm already... but now... Yeah. Gone head and wrap it up baby. I'm taking her to-go.

Tonight's gonna be a movie.

My lips gloss is everywhere but on my lips. I had to go over to my vanity and search for my morphe sweet tea lip liner.

Long arms captured my waist, holding me hostage in a warm embrace. A thousand butterflies stormed my stomach. I don't know if it's her talking or touching me that turns me on more.

My panties are soaked, almost dripping down my legs. I might as well just gone head and were a bathing suit if it's gonna be a ocean in the room every time she's around.

Let me fix myself up and take my ass downstairs before this party has one host available. I traced my lips then messed up and used my finger to wipe it clean.

Her breathing on my neck had me breathless. I can hear my heart beating through my chest. If my heart beat any faster, I'm gonna need a stretcher.

A kiss lingered on my shoulder. Mmm.. Those lips can kiss all day, everyday, if I had my way.

"Don't worry. I'll clean it off for you later." She mumbled inches away from my ear. The sensation of her breathing on my ear made me bite my lip.

Somehow she winds me up with just a few words.

I turn around and grab her face then before I kiss her. She a real kisser and that shit just does it for me. If I don't stop now, I'm not gonna go downstairs. The only game I'll be playing is house.

I break from the kiss and push her toward the bed.

"Shut up. You sit still and wait." I signal her to sit and try to suppress a smile, only showing a grin.

As quickly as I could, I reapplied my liner then added two layers of gloss.

"Yes ma'am." She responds as she walks to the edge of my bed and takes a seat.

I popped my lips to evenly apply my gloss.

"We're gonna go down in a second, but first I gotta change something real fast thanks to you." I mumble the last part as I grab a pair of underwear and compression shorts from my dresser then go to the bathroom.

The more she talks, the more I wonder how she gets even more fine by the minute.

Her confidence exceeded her. Her body spoke a language, that only my body can translate. The way she carried herself is by demonstrating composure and maturity. I bet she knows exactly what she's doing.

She smirks then falls back into my bed to play on her phone.

"You're welcome." She spoke no louder than her whisper, but I heard it loud and clear.

It's really not fair how attractive she is. Tonight can't get here any faster.

I exit the bathroom and she stares at me with lust in her eyes. Speaking of

"Hey remember when we talked about getting tested. Did you ever get it done?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah. I got my results on my phone." She said.

"Okay. Me too. Just checking." I say as I fix my hair in front of my mirror.

"Fasho." She nods.

She's probably the only person I knew who said that word so often. Just the way she talks is intriguing. She's just so different from anyone I met. I would run out of fingers trying to list all things I want to know more about her.