𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Like We Grown

Overdose~ Finesse2Tymes
"Za got me talkin' slurred"

Lyriq POV
"Did you sleep good?" Monica asked, as I rubbed crust out of my eye.

I ain't NEVER had sex that good. It was so different; it was so sensual, so yearning, and romantic.

We've hardly known each other for a day—yet I feel like we're soulmates.

"Yeah, I did." I replied, sitting up.

"You were knocked, like an opponent of Mike Tyson." She joked.

I playfully rolled my eyes.

"I've had a stressful week," I told her.

"Well, I'm glad that I could relieve your stress." She winked at me.

"Where's my clothes?" I asked.

"Where you left them. By the door. I mean; we made love all throughout my condo last night: so, you might find pieces in other places too." She told me.

"Damn, you wore me out." I wobbled on the ground.

I could barely maintain my balance.

"Just relieving stress." She giggled.

I collected my clothes. She was right, they were scattered across the condo.

"You two up?" Another voice came around the corner.

I quickly hid.

"Darling, she knows about us two. You don't have to hide." Monica chuckled.

Oh, they're some freaks.

"Teachers pass down knowledge, hun." The other woman said as she helped me up off of the ground.

Yeah, a bitch is really wobbling right now.

"I-I.. my bad. I got...PTSD." I rambled.

She shrugged.

"Did you have fun?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"That's good. You two stayed up all night, the wall never stopped banging." The woman stated.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't feel shamed, I'm glad she made you feel like that." She smirked.

"Maybe next time it'll be my turn?" She added.

"Oh, y'all is some freaks.." I trailed off.

They both laughed.

"We're just having fun, sweetheart." Monica told me.

"Our anniversary just passed, it's a late gift.. though it's one of our favorites." The other woman walked around me.

"It's surely a useful one.." I mumbled.