seventies bad boy// two love stories

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"You had sex,"

Her head snapped up as she was completely caught off guard by this bold statement.

"Mary-Anne!" She hushed looking around the salon to make sure no one heard her. "Why would you say that?"

Mary-Anne looked her friend up and down. "I can smell it on you."

Carter looked mortified, "I smell badly—"

"No honey, you smell like a woman, you smell alive if that makes sense. And look at you, can't even walk straight and you're wearing sneakers."

She blushed shaking her head.

"You did, didn't you? You had sex?!"

A few heads snapped her way and Carter hit Mary-Anne's arm.

"Sorry, but tell me everything!"

Carter hesitated but she could fight the need to tell someone what happened. She explained their fight but then got into details about their sex life.

"Oh my god Mary-Anne. His dick is bigger that the Effie Tower. His lips and fingers do things to me that should be illegal, and the way he speaks..."

"How long?"

"I came so many times I don't even know the number, his stamina was unbelievable. He took care of me."

"Did it hurt?"

"Like a fucker, but he held it down."

"Did anything freaky happen?"

She blushed nodding.

"Tell me?"

"Did he put it in your—"

"No," she gasped chocking on air.

Mary-Anne laughed, "did you put it up his—"

"Mary Anne!"

"Sorry," she giggled but she did in fact want to know what happened.

"Did you two talk dirty?" She probed and she realized how rosy her friend's cheeks got. "Aha, I gettin' warmer ain't I?"

Carter nodded playing with her fingers.

"You call him Daddy?"

Carter didn't answer.

"Whoa Carter, I didn't expect you to be like that?"

"Like what?" She frowned.

Mary-Anne quickly consoled her friends, "no honey, ain't nothing wrong in calling your man Daddy but I just didn't expect you to even know what that was, sex talk never was your forte,"

"Well I feel like myself around Nicky, completely safe. He is my everything, my Nicky."

"Don't you mean, your daddy?"

They laughed as Carter scolded Mary-Anne. They talked for hours as the day went on till finally it was closing time.

"Wanna come over later?"

Carter frowned, "Nicky—"

"Say no more doll-face you're in your honeymoon phase, I should know better then to try and take you from him."

"Oh Mary-Anne, I don't want you to feel like I'm abandoning you."

She scoffed, "honey I've been waiting years for you to get a man, don't stop hanging with him on my account. Especially not Nicky Chandler he'd murder me."

She sighed, "Nicky.."

"There goes your man now," Mary-Anne pointed to the front door and from there Carter could see Nicky's signature Cadillac.