A household full of studs. Ain't that amazing.

They Both had girlfriends but the feelings weren't toward their girlfriends it was towards each other. One was a cheating player who didn't know how to keep her tongue in her mouth or her strap in her boxers. One was leading a Drug Cartel and knew what to stick her tongue and what not to. Or what to put her strap in and what not to. One faithful the other not how will this play out. The best part is They're 'CLOSE FRIENDS' NOT THE BEST AT DESCRIPTIONS SO BARE WITH ME PLEASE.

After 11 years of not seeing one another. One recognizes one but, one seems to not recognize the other. They were Bestfriends , they were separated, and now 11 years later here we are. Jasmine doesn't want to accept the fact that maybe she is into studs? But what she doesn't know is that stud is the Bestfriend she had a crush on almost 11 years ago. But when things get heated, it all comes down to who's moaning daddy and who's moaning Mami ?

This is my first GirlxGirl story so if you don't like it you don't have to read it.....and this whole story is a flashback so please don't get confused. ------------------------------------- Zarielle is the girl the doesn't say much but will speak her mind. She is the freakiest bisexual chick you'll ever meet. If she's horny she'll find someone to fuck sometimes. And she is looking for a fuck buddy. But she isn't a slut or hoe. Because she will fuck you up if you call her either one. Zenobia is by far the most wildest bisexual person you'll ever meet. She is straight forward with everything. Even sex. If she want to fuck you she'll just tell you. She was born with a boy's private part. But Her goal is to find someone as horny as her.

"Hey," an attractive brunette said with a small smile. Lauren felt her heart speed up. She had never, ever wished she was able to speak so badly. **Trigger Warning**

This will be edited, same as My Queen. And I highly recommend, for you to wait till I'm done. ================================ The promised child, in the time of great despair, will either be the reason why the Were race will thrive, or the very reason it falls. -Victoria Stark, 1917