Once I arrived to my apartment building, I seen Sasha banging on my door.
"Sasha!" I called out to her.
"Bitch, why you late?" She snapped.
"Ayooo Sasha chill." I said as I unlocked my door. "It's nice to see you too." I smiled. "Keep it down Brian's sleep," I told her as I noticed Brian knocked out on my couch.
"What you was doing? Getting mystery man's dick and didn't tell me?" Sasha fake hurt as she stepped into my bedroom.
"Where is your chill bruh?" I asked trying to avoid her investigating.
"You were with him, weren't you?" She asked.
"Yes Sash. But we were just chilling,"
"Chilling doing what?" She asked being nosy. "Oh yeah gon head and get dressed cus we going out bitch. I don't care if mystery man's dick made you sore or tired, you going out."
"We didn't have sex so dead that." I said annoyed as I took my suit off.
"What yall do then? You wouldn't look this happy right now if yall didn't do anything."
"He kissed me okay?" I admitted so that she could shut up.
"And he got you grinning like that?" She scoffed. "I need me a nigga like him, kisses make me grin like I then won the damn lottery."
"Goodbye," I said as I grabbed my towel headed for the shower. "Gon head and pick my clothes out since that's what you like to do." I said before I closed the bathroom door.
After my shower, I went back to my bedroom to my clothes laid out.
"Sash, really?" I asked noticing my bra and panties matched.
She only does that when she think I'm gon get some dick.
"Girl you never know who we gon see in there, you're beyond dry anyway. Someone needs to make you waterfall again. Make sure yo shit still work," she said as I laughed.
"Fuck you, mystery man sure can." I said reminiscing on the time he placed his hand on my thigh causing my insides to explode.
He's the reason why I carry an extra pair of panties in my purse now.
"Oop bitch. I can't wait until you fuck him and you tell me all about it," she smirked as I put the red lace bra on before putting the matching panties on too.
"That's the thing, I ain't gon tell you shit." I laughed as I slipped my body into the black dress. "Where the jacket?" I asked as I looked around for a cardigan, cover up, or jacket of some sort.
"You ain't wearing one, I'm tired of you shielding your body. Your titties gon be in niggas' faces and they're going to enjoy them. Just because you have a little bit of stomach doesn't mean you gotta wear a jacket to cover it. You're beautiful and you're showing the world that tonight." She smiled.
"Okay." I stated simply.
I'm actually nervous as hell. My jacket is like my safety blanket and I don't feel safe right now. I feel vulnerable as hell.
I slipped my nude heels on and grabbed my phone, ID, and keys.
"I'm driving, we can't be bad bitches and pull up in the Honda Civic like some thotties." She said.
"Don't be talking about my car," I exclaimed. "That's my baby. He never failed me," I smiled as I hopped in her passenger seat.
As Sasha was driving, my phone lit up indicating I had a text message. It was from an unknown number:
