Pick A Side

Chapter 1

Melanie POV

"Mille no!"I whined.

I snatched the shirt from her, throwing it back on the rack. "What's wrong with it?"She asked. "Everything,"I replied.

"It's ugly... Who would want that!"

"You just don't have good taste."

"Mm whatever Mille, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

Mille and I headed to the food court. Today a little shopping had to be done in preparation for our trip to Dubai in a few weeks. She ordered from Raising Canes and I got a smoothie. "How does that taste?"I asked her, sipping on my banana boat smoothie.

"Good, try it."She pushed the plate a little ways to me. I pulled off a piece of bread and ate it. I nodded, going back to me drink, picking off and eating some of her food occasionally. I watched her eat the rest. Ka'Mille, my girlfriend of three years and five months, was reaching the age of twenty two. So was I, we spent most of our life together. We knew each other since birth being that our parents met in a hall of the hospital we were conceived. They've been friends ever since, bonding over the fact that Ka'Mille and I were both born premature. We grew up together. She was and still is my best friend. We started fooling around when we were sixteen but started dating at nineteen. Three years in and I'd say we were getting pretty serious. "Mel!"Mille shouted for the umpteenth time.

I came out of my trance, giving her my attention.

"What?"I asked. "I'm finished, let's go."She got up. I got up to throw our trash away before grabbing all the bags we had.

We went out to the parking lot as I reached down in my pocket for the keys.

"Where did you park?"

"Lemme think a minute."I say, shifting the bags to my other arm. I looked over at her, seeing she had no bags in her hand. She checked out her nails. "Well hurry up, it's hot out here."She replied, flipping her hair back. "I need some money to go get my nails done, babe."She spoke when we got in my car.

"I thought you just got them done,"I say, leaving the mall, getting on the interstate.

"Yeah but I don't like the color now. It got old."

I shook my head. Ka'Mille was always asking for something, whether it was money for a weave or nails or shoes. I spoil the fuck out of her whenever I get a chance. I'm not complaining though, as long as she's putting it down in the bedroom and being a good girlfriend I'll do anything for her. We arrived home and I got out, taking the bags to her closet which was already crowded with shit she never even used. "What you cooking tonight?"She asked, coming up behind me, grabbing my fat ass cheeks. "What do you have a taste for?"I asked.

"Surprise me,"She smacked the left cheek before walking away. I checked the time, seeing it was only four in the evening. I could occupy myself before going to cook.

I plopped down on the couch, taking off my shirt and tight skinny jeans. At home, I walk around in a bra and panties. That's how Ka'Mille likes it, she wouldn't have it any other way. As long as I bought money home and completed girlfriend duties, Ka'Mille was satisfied which made me happy. "I don't smell any cooking in there,"She yelled.

I could hear her chuckling. "I didn't start yet."I yelled back.

"Why not?"

"It's still early and what I plan on making isn't going to take long."I answered.

"You're not doing anything right now, hm?"She sounded like she was telling more than asking. "I was just about to watch some TV."I responded.

"Come here,"She demanded. "Darn, I just got comfortable."I mumbled, getting off the couch, going to the bedroom we share.

"Come, make yourself useful."She pointed down for me to look at the eight inch strapon she had on. She slid to the edge of the small couch that sat in front of the bed.

I dropped to my knees and started to pleasure the dildo, like she wanted. I knew she was watching me, I kept eye contact as I completed my task. Ka'Mille was beautiful in my eyes, which made me suck harder. Looking at her made me so wet. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth and went back to sit on her lap. "Daddy,"I say, moving her hand closer to my pants but she pulled away, her eyes glued to the movie.

"No, gon' Mel."She waved me off. I smacked my lips, getting up from her lap and turning to leave. "Who you smackin' ya lips at?"She asked.

"Nobody,"I replied. "That's what I thought. Na' gon' cook my food."She waved me off. Uhgg that's so unfair! I come to her every beck and call, pleasure her whenever she wants me to but when I want sex or something she either doesn't feel like it or is busy. It's whatever I guess.

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