living with guys as a undercover street fighter

Comes with him

My body was sticky and sweat was dripping from my body. Adela really kicked my ass today. I layed down on the mat and chilled till I got my breathing under control. This will be my last practice for the week my mom is coming down with her new husband. She wants me to him, but she didn't invite me to the wedding.

I grabbed my bag and keys and began walking to my car. She was going to be here Saturday. She's staying in a hotel, Tristan and I were going there later Saturday evening. I really didn't want to go. Im still going to show respect because I did still come from her pussy hole. Its funny that she could call off business to flaunt her boo, But not go to Tristan's graduation or any of my AAU games.

The door was unlocked and all the boys were chilling with their friends in the living room. Trevor's eyes lingered my body. I began switching my hips to show him what he really missed. To be honest I missed us. I missed the sex and everything in between.

I took a shower and then changed into mt sweats and a baby tee then went down stairs. I turned on the stove and began boiling water. I took out the pasta, Italian sausage, sauce and tomatoes.

I put my finished spaghetti in plastic container with a lid and and some in another for Tristan. I went back upstairs and grabbed my weed and some papers along with some hookah pens. I grabbed my keys and phone.

" By Tristan, you food is in the refrigerator," I walked out the door .

Everyone was already here at Tk's house. We were just going to hang out and chill. I rung the door bell and the maid answered and pointed the way to the basement.

It was a cool teen hang out. Everyone was playing the game, talking, or rolling up. I sat down on the couch and ate my food.

"Hey babe," Tk said.

I pecked him on the cheek and went back to killing my food. This shit was good as fuck. I scrapped ever bit of food and licked the bowl. Everyone was quiet. I noticed they were all looking at me.

" Zdammn a nigga hungry ," I said.

They all laughed and looked away. I grabbed my hookah pen out my purse and began messing with it and doing tracks.The taste was sweet.

*

Everyone left it was just Tk and I. brung out my purp and rolled up. The room was lowly lit-I sat between Tks legs. Jay-Z newest album Magna carta was playing in the back.

I let my blunt and exhaled. The taste of weed made my hormones spike. Tk turned me around and took the blunt out my hand and took a hit then kissed my giving me all the smoke he took in . I exhaled and kissed Tk again. His lips were soft and tasted like weed. He yanked me forcefully closer to him and gripped my ass tightly. I let out a soft moan. I'm a freak and I can't hide it. I love a dominant male.

Our tongues wrestled back and forth both wanting controll. The sound of Tk's phone ended the moment and I got off him.

" What!" He snapped at the phone.

I got up and gathered my things, and got ready to go. He grabbed my hand and spun me around. He put my bag down and pulled me upstairs. His dad wasn't home and the maid was gone. We walked into his room. The clock read a little past 2 am. I needed my sleep cause bitches be trying to test me.

I slid off my sweats leaving me in my baby tee and skimpy underwear. Tk took off everything except his boxers. I turned to my side and began to try to go to sleep. Tk scooted closer and wrapped his arm around me. I felt his arm slowly rest his hand on the top of my panties. I moved it then went back to sleep. After 10 more times I finally let him.