Before I got the chance to move down Moni traces the top of my shorts letting me know what she wants. I lift my body up breaking the kiss as I pull my shorts down letting my dick out.
"Oh my god," Harmony says. I look at her and follow her wide eye...
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It's been three whole days, and everything's been... perfect. And when I say perfect, I mean Dewayne took the whole damn week off work and been kickin' it with me every single day. Helping me study, cooking with me, watching shows—he even came to the dealership and helped me pick out a car. I'm really letting myself fall for this man. But still... we're not together. He's doing him, and I'm doing me. We just vibe. Chill. Flirt. Nothing serious. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
He left yesterday afternoon, said his childhood friend Snoop got shot and he was going to check on him. I haven't heard from him today, outside of a quick text this morning: "Come over around noon." That's it.
It's now 10:18 AM, and boredom got me pacing. We've been kickin' it at my place for days—time for a change of scenery. Plus, his place is way nicer than mine anyway. Might as well head over early.
I pull out my cute blue romper, white strap heels, and a little white fanny pack to match. I slip into the outfit, then head to the bathroom to style my hair. After a quick debate, I go with a half-up, half-down look with Minnie Mouse puff balls. Lay my baby hairs down with eco gel, slick and soft, then tie a navy bandana around my edges to bring it all together. Lip gloss on, check. I toss it in my bag with my wallet and grab my keys.
I hop in the car, blast Megan Thee Stallion's "Best You Ever Had," and drive to Starbucks with the windows cracked. That song got me feelin' myself.
"Ain't never been with a chick this bad I ain't worried 'bout that..."
I pull up to the window and grab a Strawberry Refresher. Energy boost secured. 🚗💨💨💨
When I get to Dewayne's complex, I park right next to his black Charger and check my reflection in the window. Flawless. I sip my drink, head inside, take the elevator, and walk down the hall to his place humming a tune.
I knock once. Wait. Nothing.
Knock again—louder this time. Still nothing.
Then finally, the door cracks open.
And there he is. Standing in his boxers, a little sweaty, hair damp. My eyes narrow.
"Hey, what you doin' here so early?" he says, voice low and uneasy.
Something in his tone is off. My gut instantly tells me.
"I was bored, so I figured I'd come early," I smile, stepping inside. That's when I notice the shirt on the floor. I pick it up with a laugh, trying to stay light.
"Why your shirt on the floor?" I joke.
"Moni, this ain't a good time," Dewayne says, eyes shifting nervously... down the hall.
Before I can ask what he means, I get my answer.
"Babe, the shower's ready," a woman's voice calls. A second later, a girl—Hispanic, wrapped in a sheet—walks into view, drying her hair with a towel.
