The Drug Dealer Goes To Church

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ANA’S POV

Three words, I AM WET!

I don’t know what just happened, I fell asleep and I saw the stud from last night in my dream and it was getting really heated in there.

She had me naked and teased, she didn’t say anything but her lust filled eyes gave her away.

We didn’t really do anything but she did see everything on my body, and I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why I’m hot and bothered.

I tried to please myself afterwards but after about 10 minutes of an orgasm that wasn’t coming, I was very mad. I tried to think about her face, her body, anything to get me over the edge but I was going absolutely nowhere.

I wanted her, and I hated the fact that had I known her name it would have gotten me somewhere.

Ohh who am I kidding. I couldn’t even piece together a full sentence and talk to her let alone get her name.

I am on my bed now, naked after a long shower, I keep staring at the wall ahead just wishing somebody would take care of my needs right now.

Maybe someone can help, I thought so I reached for my phone getting ready to text her when my doorbell went crazy.

I threw on my sports bra and some boxers and ran to the door “Okaaaay, I’m coming!” I shouted.

When I opened the door a distressed Angel was at the other side of the door sweating and breathing so heavy I thought she would fall in so I rushed her to the kitchen and handed her a bottle of cold water.

“Okay, what the fuck is up with you?” I asked as I walked back to close and lock the door.
She was breathing heavily, couldn’t speak up, just hyperventilating in my kitchen and sweating on my floors.

“I got kicked out…” she said breathing in and out so hard I almost missed what she had to say.

She took a final deep breath and sat on the bar stool that was next to her.

“Why would you get kicked out, what happened?” I asked getting worried.
She looked into my eye then looked back down, she was calmer than when she walked in but she was still dying, a little less.

“I umm, I kinda caused a fire..I.. I was cooking and then I fell asleep, when I woke up the whole place was on fire” she said and I could tell she wasn’t telling me the whole story, so I tilted my head to the side and walked up to her and she clammed up and rotated on the bar stool avoiding my eyes.

It was funny how she was trying to hide from looking me in the eye.

“Angel Brown, are you lying to me, your best friend, me?" I asked her walking to her and standing directly behind her as she put her head on the counter shaking her head. She was always a bad liar and she was worse at hiding it from me.

“I…I’m not.” She stuttered, head still not rising. So I turned the stool around and roughly lifted her face to look up at me holding it in place. She looked so scared it was hilarious.

“Angel, what really happened?” I asked in a much more serious tone, and she swallowed.

“Okay, I was smoking weed, then I passed out, and the couch caught on fire and then the sprinklers got triggered and the manager came and she put two and two together and she said I gotta go. So now I’m homeless and I’m here. Please don’t make me call my parents, they’ll freak out when they find out what actually happened.” She said rambling, so I let go of her face.

She doesn’t smell like weed or smoke, and she’s definitely not wet. But she did look spooked so I let it slide hoping to get the truth out of her some other time.