Triangle

Routine Rouge(4)

"Hey India" I smiled, looking down at the floor. She gave me a hug letting me get a whiff of her Dolce&Gabanna cologne. She had on a white Calvin Klien Jeans hat with her curls slicked back into a low bun, a ripped up sleeveless white hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans and all white timbs. Her tattoos glistened in contrast against her bronzed skin.

"You got so beautiful" she smirked as we released from our hug, licking her lips. "Don't let that shit get to your big ass head though" she snickered loudly as I punched her in the arm. "Shut up nigga" I grabbed my wine glass and curled up on the couch next to a confused Jordan. In the background I heard my song playing.

"5 in the am pouring these shots of wine,

No parents allowed, turn up the stars and the clouds

We smoke no fogging around, phone calls go straight to the pound

I'm talking pound after pound, we talking pound after the pound" -PND

"Where do y'all know each other from?" India interrupted "Samara was my first real love. My rider. We did everything together, I even beat up a few bitches that picked on her back before she up and left, pretending she ain't ever met me and shit. Broke my heart- that is, back when I had one."

She laughed as Kiah tilted her head to the side, feigning anger and surprise. Oh so you don't have one nomo huh?" India turned, ran and jumped on the lounge chair Kiah was currently occupying, nuzzling her face in her neck. "Nah I don't. I left that with you remember?" India leaned in for a kiss and Kiah returned it, rolling her eyes and chuckling because of that cheesy ass line. They were cute together but all the reminiscing made me miss India and the way things used to be.

As Jordan and India exchanged more words, Kiah looked up at me holding my gaze for what seemed like forever with a look that I couldn't quite read. Just as India caught us staring, there was a knock on the door. Jordan jumped up and rushed to open it. "Kareem! Hey daddy, I missed you" Jordan wrapped her arms around her man, burying her face in his chest. "Y'all know Jordan room is that way just in case you wanna- you know, get one?" Kiah said laughing. "Kiah don't make me pull a Martin on yo ass!" Kareem bucked at Kiah playfully. "Oh hell naw, I'm glad you bold enough to make all these decisions up in here with all this rent y'all boutta be paying" Jordan sucked her teeth.

"Well Gina baby you know if I knew I had to pay your rent I probably wouldn'tve bought this" he unzipped his backpack and pulled out about an ounce of what smelled like some good ass Kush. Everyone's faces lit up like the damn Fourth of July sky. "We was just playing baby" Jordan said, snatching the bag and running to the coffee table to grind up our fresh produce.

Five blunts and countless wine glasses later, everyone was slumped and out for the count. Jordan and Kareem took Kiah's advice and India lay splayed out on the couch while Kiah struggled to stay awake watching episodes of Power. I took my hair down and walked to the bathroom to fetch blankets for our faded guests.

I heard the door shut behind me and turned around before getting pinned to the sink. "Ki-" Before I could get anything out, Kiah was kissing me and rubbing on my pussy through my shorts. Without thinking I returned her kiss, matching her move for move. She reached up my shirt, grabbing on my breasts and nipples. She pulled my shorts to the side, feeling my wetness before slipping her fingers inside me, kissing on my neck. She quickly removed her fingers before grabbing me by the waist and whispering in my ear. "This is our little secret, right?" All I could do was stare in awe, nodding slowly. She reached behind me and picked up one of the blankets I had taken out of the cabinet. "Was this for me?" I nodded. "Thank you baby" she smiled and kissed me slowly before returning to the living room.

What the Fuck just happened?!

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