Dirty Girls

In my defense it’s his fault. Why?

Because he didn’t have to be that damn hot, he didn’t have to be so unbelievably sexy that he had me drooling every time he walked by.

And yet I was, like a dog drooling buckets and buckets each time he shifted on the couch.

I licked my lips nervously and rested my arm against the pillow positioned under my boobs. I tried to pay attention to the movie, honestly, but it wasn’t interesting at all. It was about a dog and some horny old guy who couldn’t get any play from his girlfriend of three years.

“Amy,” I turned my head to the side and blinked away the glazed expression I’d been holding for a full thirty minutes. Sarah propped herself up and smirked at me, “You hate this movie don’t you?”

Hell to the f---

“Yeah, Kinda.”

“Wanna get into some trouble?”

Seriously? Her step dad was sitting right there.

I gave my best friend a petrified look and nodded my head in her step dads direction, “He can hear you know?”

She rolled her grey eyes around and smiled, “You know my stepdad, and you know he doesn’t give a fuck. Do you James?”

Hell, first name basis with the dad huh?

Of course I did know that, for one thing he was too young to be with her mom, sure thirty one was still kind of old compared to my eighteen, but at forty two Mrs. Carter was nearing Cougar status but whatever.

“I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t hear that Sarah.” He chuckled and took another sip from his beer.

Hell I wanted to be that beer. My eyes flicked away from her and eyed him as he pressed his smooth pink lips against the rim of the Budweiser can and took a slow sip. His five o’clock shadow and pale skin briefly reminded me of Jesse Williams and that hella sexy man by the name of Michael Ealey. Damnit if Mrs. Carter wasn’t lucky then I didn’t know who was, I would fall over to be able to look at him like all day every day.

I had it bad admittedly.

“Amy!” Sarah impatiently snapped her fingers, “What are you looking at?”

Damnit, it was the second time she’d caught me staring at her step dad and that was foul of me, but damnnn.

I smiled, “Nothing.”

“Sneaky ass, what’s going on with you and Bobby?” She questioned as she slowly rose to sitting position.

Bobby? Who’s that?

Oh….my sometimes boyfriend.

I shrugged and sat up as well, “I dunno, why?”

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at James, or Mr. Carter as he was supposedly. To someone looking from a distance they looked similar like they could actually be related, but I knew better. The only two things they had in common was her mom and the fact that both of their mothers had been white and their fathers black. They could pass for brother and sister actually….which was kinda sick if you asked me.

But that’s the kind of relationship they had, he wasn’t her stepdad, never that, he was like an older brother as screwed up as it sounded. Seriously though, think about it, they were only 13 years apart….that’s a young ass father.

“James, you don’t mind do you?”

She’d known him since she was sixteen and her mom and him had only been married for a year, he was young with a budding career as a research scientist at a local university while her mother was a doctor at a hospital thirty minutes away. Basically they were banking.

Money.

Mulah.

Swimming in pesos, while my family swimmed in debt, boo hoo sad story black American dad story as Drake would put it.

“I never do, right?”

Sarah winked at me, “We should find Bobby and Lewis.”

Oh hell.

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A/N: Yeah I know I have way too many stories lol, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.

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