A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

v. encounter

tahiri

The drafts in mind came to life, it took six sunsets to conclude one of three, now it was onto the next, these beauts were notable.

A vivid sun was shining, no clouds were out, and I was home from work. I decided to take Harlee for a walk down South Beach.

Logan wanted to see me, so I invited her out of kindness. Our conversations via text were amusing. Her effort was cute... at least.

I still wanted to be sole friends.

Her restaurant's service wasn't starting until seven, so she had some available time.

Her and I were meeting at the bathrooms. I walked there with Harlee on a leash and clocked her chatting with some woman.

Oh, she invited a friend.

"Hi." I saluted, viewing the woman, the two of them looked at me. "Hi." Logan returned.

The woman left. "Your friend's leaving." I said. "I don't know her, that's some random, she came over and started talking to me."

"Did she want cash?" I asked. "No, she wanted the digits, but I declined."

"How come?"

"I'm not interested."

"I see."

"You look nice in that dress, mamas." Her orbs checked me, she was still starving. "I want to see it from the back."

"You have to earn that, too, sweetheart."

A cackle flew from her mouth.

"This is Harlee." I introduced with a smile. "Hi, cutie." Logan said, stroking her. "I'm taking her home with me."

"Yes, that'd be fantastic, I could take a break... for a week or two." I said, smirking.

"Oh, hell." Logan uttered. "I don't know about all that, mamas."

"I'm messing, sweetie." I said. "I'd miss her too much." I leaned over and kissed Harlee.

"I'll walk her. You can relax those hands."

Oh? I raised a brow.

"You want to do all the work?" I asked. "I don't mind," she answered.

Oh?!

That's a first, no one ever wants to walk her.

I handed the leash over. "Please, do not lose her or I will throw hands."

"I won't, I'm reliable."

Harlee fetched with Logan on the beach. The three of us were there for half an hour, two women in bikini's smiled at Logan. I knew she was attractive, but wow.

I wanted sweets, so we went for ice cream.

Harlee and I sat outside. Logan ordered our ice creams from a restaurant and returned with three bowls. Harlee's was vanilla, mine was chocolate, and hers was cookies n' cream.

"I don't eat much sweets." Logan said. "But, I like how this tastes."

"It's nice." I concurred.

A caucasian woman walked next to our table and halted in her tracks. I looked to her. The woman turned around and viewed Logan.

"You!" The woman exclaimed. "Me?!" Logan asked with a brow hoisted. "Yes, I'm Marisa. You don't remember me?"

Logan observed her, and it clicked. "Oh, shit."

"We met at Starbird. You took me home with a friend." Marisa added. I stared at the woman, listening to all the words that flew out of her mouth. It seems miss stud over here's well-known... and a bit active.

"I remember, um..."

"Our encounter was so tremendous, no, it was incredible. I still felt it inside." Marisa noted.

Ew, what the actual fuck, not in front of Harlee, not in front of the ice creams.

Does she have no shame?

Logan's orbs widened, she was dumbfounded.
"Ok, look, there's no need for all that. You had a nice time, cool. But, I'm here with someone."

"Oh." Marisa looked at me. "I didn't even notice, she's so small."

This bitch.

"Am I intruding?" Marisa asked, frowning.

"Yes. You are." I butted in. "Oh. You're into smaller women?" Marisa asked, looking at her.

This woman was tall and thin, her meat was limited, mine wasn't, what the fuck is she talking about, the fact that I'm short?

"It doesn't matter. You need to leave."

"You're intruding our date, ma'am." I lied, wanting her to fuck off. "Oh... ok." Marisa mumbled, leaving.

I exhaled. "A date, huh?" A smirk was on Logan's face. "Now is not the time." I told her, irritated.

"I'm sorry about that, about her."

"You seem to know a'lot of women." I said. "Well, um." Logan cleared her throat. "I have a decent... distinction."

"Your motto's YOLO, isn't it?" I asked.

"...no?"

"You're ridiculous. I can't even finish the ice cream, that woman turned me off so much."

"You want me to finish it?"

"You're a radiating STI."

"WHOA, fuck no! I'm clean, clean! I take tests, mamas."

"Don't call me that." I stated. "I swear, I haven't fucked much women, it seems like that, but I haven't."

"How much?" I asked. "I want to know."

"Um, about thirteen, I think."

"You think?"

I had six bodies, a mix of men and women.

"You shouldn't even be bothered, we're friends, remember?"

"You — I —" I exhaled. "You're correct."

"Yeah."

"You can have the ice cream." I slid the bowl over to her, she ate half of the ice cream.

Her and I were silent for the remainder of our outing. It was an awkward walk back, but... it is what it is, we're nothing but friends.