Becca's P.O.V.
The white powder covers Anthony's mouth and nose. His face is stunned, like a deer in headlights.
"Anthony. What the fuck? Why?"
"It's not what it looks like babe." He wiped off the powder and ran to comfort me.
"Then what's going on? This is just as bad as cheating on me honestly." I feel confused.
"Look it was offered to me for free."
"Have you tried it before?"
"Yes multiple times. I've never paid for it."
At least he's being honest to me. That's all I could ask for.
"Okay well don't kill yourself with it. Also, roll me a fatty." I plop down on Anthony's couch with a big sigh.
"How's your day?" He brings out a tray and starts breaking down the green bud.
"Well, this morning was great, thanks to you. But, when I got home is when everything went down hill. My father was at the house and he really pissed me off." I put my head in between my legs.
"What did he say or do now? He's a fucking asshole." Anthony stopped what he was doing and stared me into my eyes. I could tell anger was overflowing his body.
"He's selling the house so I need a place to stay for a while.. or forever." I left out the part about my dad making me choose between him and Anthony. I didn't want to make him anymore mad than he already was.
"What else? That can't be all. Every time he's around he causes more and more problems. He just always starts shit." Anthony finished rolling the blunt and passed it to me so I could light it.
I put the lighter to the blunt and deeply inhale. "Yeah that's pretty much what happened he just wanted to tell me about the house and he also lowered my monthly money to $5,000. So now I've pretty much been 'set free'." My head begins to spin, every second I feel myself getting higher.
"Well babe, you can stay here for however long you want. We have guest bedrooms, so you can put your stuff in one of them. I'm sorry this happened but think about the future. You'll be more independent. You can start saving up to buy a house or go to college by the time you get out of highschool. I'll be here for you babe." He inhales and reaches over to kiss me with the smoke still in his mouth.
"I'll always be here for you Becca." He releases his lips from mine then immediately latches back onto mine. He moves his lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking slowly.
"Is it just the drugs talking?" I push him away.
"Partially but mainly not. But hey listen to me, I really do care about you and I love you." He pecks me on the lips. "Now we need to bring all your stuff in.
"Okay."
After almost 3 hours of moving boxes and organizing, I finally have my own room. The bedroom is amazing, bigger than my old one. It has a California king size bed, master bathroom, and also a balcony. Words can't explain how much I appreciate Anthony. I can't believe he still puts up with me and all my issues.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Anthony comes behind me and holds me in his warm grip.
"Yeah I can't wait to go to Miami. Oh did you hear about Chris inviting Marcia. He said he 'didn't want to be lonely'."
"What the fuck? It's supposed to be OUR weekend. Now it's gonna be Marcia and our weekend." Once again Anthony was getting mad. Red filled his face.
"For the record I DIDN'T invite her. I was kinda bummed too I was really looking forward to a week alone in Miami with you."
"It's okay we can just kind of avoid them."
"Yeah ok. But, we have to go out a few times before we leave Miami."
"Ight deal." The devilish smirk on his face, the one that always makes me smile and instantly feel like Jell-O on the inside. I love that smile.
"Kiss me." I wrap my arms around his neck and fall back onto my bed.
"Smoke first?" Anthony kissed my chest then backed away to grab something out of his pocket. He pulls out a cigarette carton that's filled with joints.
He grabs one and put it up to his lips lighting it. He looks down at me with the joint in his mouth he exhales the thick smoke away from my face then passes the joint to me.
Anthony begins to rub me through my shorts as I'm puffing on the joint. Teasing me as always. I have it.
Anthony's P.O.V
She was already wet. I didn't even have to turn her on. I love Becca. So much. I'm so fucking happy she moved to my house. Now we can be around each other more often. My mind is everywhere.
Becca's nipples shined threw her shirt. Between her legs she was wet and waiting. Her lips wrapped around the joint, she Puffs, then exhales, and inhales again. Holding the smoke in as long as she can.
I continue to rub Becca through her shorts. She slowly blinks, batting her eyelashes. She passes the blunt to me.
"Put it out when your done. Or save it for later."
I take a hit and then look for an ashtray. I exit her bedroom and grab one out of my room.
My room is right across from hers.
I walk back to her room and put out the joint. I set the ashtray down on her nightstand then take off my shirt. I quickly rush over to her. Kissing her passionately she pushes me away to take her shirt off.
Her black lace bralette matches her golden olive skin tone.
She pulls me towards her. I take off my pants and her shorts. I continue kissing her. I reach my hand into her panties. Becca squirms with excitement.
"Stop teasing me babe." She moans slightly.
"Don't rush me women. I've been waiting for this. I suck on her neck. She throws her head back.
"Anthony. Get to the point. Longest into ever."
I slowly slip off her panties, still kissing her. My cock is throbbing threw my underwear.
Becca sucks on her fingers and reaches for my hard cock. I take off my underwear.
I start to rub my cock on her clit and wait for her to moan again. I slip my fingers in, still rubbing her clit.
"Just slip it innn." She begs and moans at the same time.
I ignore her and continue rubbing with my fingers inside.
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