Lamar POV:
"Can you smell that." I asked Jason.
He gave me a confused look, sniffing the air, "What, I don't smell anything."
"It smells like forbidden fornication." I said with a little chuckle.
I remember everything from last night, I might have been drunk but I'm not the type to forget events or things when I'm under the influence, I remember the whole sexual tension that almost lead to an orgy in the middle of the living room.
"W-what" he stuttered with a nervous chuckle.
"You and them goofy ass niggas." I accused.
"Nothing happened." He said opening the windows.
"But you opening them windows."
I don't even smell anything but I can see the hickeys on his neck.
"Opening windows is not a sign of "fornication" as you put it, I'm letting in the fresh lake air."
"But those love bites on your neck are."
He quickly slapped a hand over his neck.
"Shit." He hissed moving to the mirror on the wall inspecting his neck.
"Fuck, what were their thinking."
"So do you want to tell me what happened." I'm nosey so I made myself comfortable on his bed.
He let out a deep sigh, walking over to the bed and sat down.
"Some of it is a blur but with how my body is feeling right now I had a time."
"You guys fucked." I asked, I'm shocked a little but that tension they had needed to be let out some how.
"Yes and no." He mumbled.
"The fuck does that mean."
"It means they fucked me, nigga I get it now, I understand why you want to be under Jamir all the time because them niggas touched places I didn't know existed inside me."
"Shiiiiit." I looked at him in shock, I'm not judging though.
"I don't even understand how we got there you know what I mean, we were all playing a game one minute and the next thing I know I'm moaning and panting between two niggas pretty much the whole night."
"They didn't pressure you though right." I just wanted to be sure, because if they did I know where Jamir keeps his gun.
"No, I wanted it just as much as them,I don't regret it."
"Did you enjoy it."
"Yes." He said in a whisper like he was telling me a big secret.
"Not my best friend out here being a little whore." I said teasingly.
"The only whore in here is the person who likes dick juices on his face."
"And I do but from one nigga, who happens to be my man but you let two goofy ass niggas pass you around." I said sticking my tongue out at him.
He gasped, "They didn't pass me around, my legs and back hurt how do you do this every night." He complained massaging his lower back.
"It's your fault for letting two niggas dick you down for your first time."
"I don't regret one moment." He said with a goofy ass smile.
"That good huh." I curiously asked.
"Yea, I've never cummed that much in my life, at one point during the night I had literal tears coming down my face, on my knees fucked the fuck out of my mind begging them to let me suck their dicks."
