A Perfect Storm

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Storm let out a loud moan as D'Angelo gave her a few more thrusts before they both came together. D'Angelo pulled out and pulled the condom off, dumping it in the trash before he collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them breathing heavily. D'Angelo looked over at Storm, who was looking at him. They smiled at each other before they started laughing.

"You're so goofy," He said.

"You laughed first," She said with a goofy smile.

"Well-" D'Angelo's statement was interrupted by the vibration of Storm's phone. She quickly grabbed it & read the message, which made her bust into a grin. D'Angelo shook his head, already knowing who it was. "It's that other nigga, ain't it?"

Storm sighed as she looked back over at D'Angelo. "De don't start..."

"I mean I know we ain't official, but damn you gon text the nigga in my face?" He asked, the whole mood in the room shifting.

"It ain't even him!!" Storm said and he gave her a look.

"Really? Let me see your phone." Storm looked at him skeptically and he nodded. "Right. You know what, this was nice, I'll see you later." He turned his back towards her.

"Are you really kicking me out?" Storm asked in disbelief. D'Angelo ain't say nothing. Storm scoffed before climbing out of his bed. "Whatever bro. Text me when you get your shit together," She said as she started putting her clothes on.

"I ain't the one fucking two different dudes!!" He snapped as he sat back up, looking at Storm. Storm just rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse off the dresser.

"I'm not doing this shit with you. It's my first night back from school, I haven't seen you in a month, and this is what you wanna do? Like seriously, I told you what it was from the jump & you were cool with it. What the hell is the problem now?" D'Angelo didn't say anything. Storm shook her head as she slipped her shoes on. "I'll see you later." D'Angelo watched as Storm walked out of his room. A few seconds later, he heard the front door shut. D'Angelo scoffed before grabbing his half-smoked blunt off the dresser and lit it up. He took a hit before shaking his head & exhaling.

"Bitch really got me fucked up," He said as he grabbed his phone off the dresser & scrolled through his messages, trying to figure out which bitch he would be sending the 'you up?' text to.

Storm walked to her car irritated. She couldn't believe that D'Angelo had gotten mad like that. He knew what the deal was, they weren't exclusive, and he was also fucking other people so why couldn't she?

"Niggas be trippin'," She mumbled to herself as she got in the car. As she started it & put her seatbelt on, her phone started to vibrate. It was Malik FaceTiming her. She quickly answered and saw him shirtless with some basketball shorts on. She bit her lip as she felt herself getting wet. That boy didn't know what she did to her.

"Where you at?" He asked as he started moving around his room. Storm thought about it for a second. Should she tell him the truth? She already was into it with one of her niggas. She didn't feel like arguing with her other one, especially when he was coming home in a couple of days and she was ready to ride his face.

But she knew lying would do her no good, so whatever happened, happened. Besides, makeup sex was just as amazing as 'I miss you' sex.

"D'Angelo's..." She said lowly. He walked over to the phone & leaned into it.

"Had a nice time?" He asked sarcastically & Storm didn't say anything. "Hope yall used protection."

"Well duh," Storm said as she started the car up. Malik started moving around his room again.