My Bad Ass White Boy

34

Jay

Christian better not question my loyalty. So far, I passed up free drinks, free weed, and dancing. He of all people know I love to twerk.

Like Kendall was twerking on me and some dude bucked my hips into his crotch. I felt his hard on through my skirt and I was not impressed. I've been pampered with bomb dick for the past year. I can't help it if I get dick-boujee, like the finest had restate in here, *cough* Christian. Moral of the story fuck no I didn't pop my booty for that dude. I pushed him off and told that mother fucker to back up.

Now I'm out here fucking drinking water at the bar. THE BAR. I was salty but then again, I'm sure as hell not slipping on my man (even though he slipped on me).

Why this nigga in a wolf mask is looking at me? Like his shit ain't even look scary. His shit looked like the wolf from Hoodwinked. Imma give him his credit, his body looked good with that outfit. The leather jacket and the black and white striped shirt was clinging on his muscular torso. His jeans was tight in all the right places. He came packing tonight. His outfit was tied up with some white adidas.

You're already slipping, Jay

"You know." He said. He had a little English accent, which sounded fake as fuck. He must be a white boy school. "This is a party. You're supposed to drink something out of the ordinary and not just water." He signaled the bar tender. "Two Sangrias." The bar tender nodded.

He walked closer to me. He smelled like Irish Spring and Calivin Klien cologne. "Look dude, I'm flattered but I have boyfriend." I put my hand on his chest so he knew the boundary.

"I'm aware beautiful. I've seen you turned guys down faster than me not caring about you having a boyfriend." He said without the fake accent against my ear. I bit my lip. He guided his finger towards my chin. Nope, not fallen for this. I pushed his hand off of me.

"Look, I'm getting pissed off. I have a boyfriend back at home." I showed him my promise ring. "I made a promise to never leave him. Not even for a wack white boy like yourself. You might sound sexy but my man way sounds sexier." Especially in bed.

"Tell me something else about him." His voice sounds sexy as fuck though. I smirked.

"6'3, brown hair." I replied.

"6'2 in a half but ok." He stood up straight. "What else?" He challenged.

"Tattoos." He said.

"Oh like these." He took his jacket off. I grabbed his arms immediately.

"Christian, take your mask off." I said.

"Christian? Who's Christian?" I rolled my eyes and ripped the mask off his face. I kissed all over his face.

"Somebody's eager." He smiled.

I smacked my teeth. "Boy, I had midterms and been dickless for a whole month. Like could you blame me?" He shook his head. "When did you get here and why the hell you ain't tell me?" The bartender put the drinks in front of us. I'm surprised he didn't ask for ids.

"Nolan and I moved in yester-"

"And you didn't tell me? You jerk." I pushed him. "How did you even know I would be in here?"

"Kendall." He took a sip from his drink. "Besides, it was quite entertaining seeing you turn down guys, especially me."

"I knew your annoying ass was under the mask." I said. "I was just playing along."

"Sure you did." He said sarcastically. "I had you spooked. I definitely gave it away when I was whispering in your ear." He licked his lips.

"That's the new leather jacket that I watched you buy last time you were here. I knew it was your sexy body from anywhere." I said back. I took a sip of my drink as well. "And my ass stood loyal to you. Had my stupid ass drinking water at a club." He laughed. "Tee hee hell." I pouted.