you were fucking her from the back.” That caught him off guard.
“She didn’t say some crazy shit like that,” Troy said.
“When we speak from now on, let’s not mention Dallas. I’m tired of this discussion already.”
Although we had decent conversation most of the time, Troy often asked about Dallas or found a way for her to enter our discussions. I was sick of hearing about her ass. As far as I was concerned, Dallas and I didn’t have to speak again.
“I feel like I can tell you anything,” he said.
“You can.”
Troy was telling me about some drama when Khalil knocked on the door.
“One second,” I said to him. We could talk all night and probably would have if I didn’t have company. After letting Khalil in, I returned to our conversation.
“Okay, I’m back. I have to go, but finish what you were saying.”
Troy had been in some domestic shit with his baby mama. From what I knew about Troy, he was a good father to his son.
We wrapped up our conversation and agreed to speak again the next morning.
“Good night, girlfriend,” Troy replied as we said our good-byes.
“Sorry about that,” I told Khalil.
Khalil had slipped into something more comfortable and joined me on the sofa. He had been massaging my feet the whole time I was on the phone. I loved his hands on me. It wasn’t long before I had wiggled out of my halter top and hip-huggers, lying on the sofa inviting a massage.
Without hesitation, he caressed me. All the tension that resided in my neck and back slowly exited as he pushed each knot and kink out of me. The innocent massage turned into a full-body rub. When I felt his tongue flickering in and out of my wet pussy, I knew it was on.
Khalil placed his fingers inside my ass while his tongue manipulated the fold that surrounded my clit. I enjoyed making love to Khalil. He didn’t care if I threw the pussy back on him or just rested and took him in. Either way, he aimed to please. Khalil and I escaped into our dreamlike world where his dick met my g-spot, and together we climaxed and produced enough fluid to grow a village.
That night I fell asleep in his arms. I fantasized back to the time Troy and I shared, and in that moment felt unfulfilled.
• • •
The next morning came quick. I showered, slipped on my Nike sweat suit that proudly displayed the pink and green colors of my sorority, put on my sneakers, and grabbed my duffle bag containing my change of clothes for later. I was headed to join my sorority sisters for a twenty-five-mile walk to support breast cancer research. Immediately following the walk, we were scheduled to pick up trash in the streets and parks throughout the City of Detroit before heading over to another neighborhood for Paint the Town, an annual event where volunteers painted run-down houses for low-income families and attempted to restore beauty to the district.
When all the service work was completed, we concluded with an awards ceremony, which honored over achieving high school seniors with scholarships as they prepared to enter college. We’d raised funds all year, hosting a number of parties and fundraisers. It was a success.
Khalil was at the ceremony with his frat brothers. We all lined up in the middle of the floor for a step show. We sang our sorority hymn and started our performance. I was a natural when it came to dancing, stepping, and ballroom. I coordinated the routine we performed and it was a show stopper.
Khalil’s fraternity was bringing in a new line. I was stunned to see Dorian sitting at a table with five other men. He looked scrumptious in his suit and tie. He was scared to speak when he saw me. They probably told him to sit there and be quiet.
It was getting late, and I was tired from all the activities earlier in the day. I spoke to Khalil briefly, let him know I was kidnapping Dorian, and we bounced.
• • •
You know Dorian and me had to get it on. It was crazy because it wasn’t all I wanted it to be.
“She didn’t say some crazy shit like that,” Troy said.
“When we speak from now on, let’s not mention Dallas. I’m tired of this discussion already.”
Although we had decent conversation most of the time, Troy often asked about Dallas or found a way for her to enter our discussions. I was sick of hearing about her ass. As far as I was concerned, Dallas and I didn’t have to speak again.
“I feel like I can tell you anything,” he said.
“You can.”
Troy was telling me about some drama when Khalil knocked on the door.
“One second,” I said to him. We could talk all night and probably would have if I didn’t have company. After letting Khalil in, I returned to our conversation.
“Okay, I’m back. I have to go, but finish what you were saying.”
Troy had been in some domestic shit with his baby mama. From what I knew about Troy, he was a good father to his son.
We wrapped up our conversation and agreed to speak again the next morning.
“Good night, girlfriend,” Troy replied as we said our good-byes.
“Sorry about that,” I told Khalil.
Khalil had slipped into something more comfortable and joined me on the sofa. He had been massaging my feet the whole time I was on the phone. I loved his hands on me. It wasn’t long before I had wiggled out of my halter top and hip-huggers, lying on the sofa inviting a massage.
Without hesitation, he caressed me. All the tension that resided in my neck and back slowly exited as he pushed each knot and kink out of me. The innocent massage turned into a full-body rub. When I felt his tongue flickering in and out of my wet pussy, I knew it was on.
Khalil placed his fingers inside my ass while his tongue manipulated the fold that surrounded my clit. I enjoyed making love to Khalil. He didn’t care if I threw the pussy back on him or just rested and took him in. Either way, he aimed to please. Khalil and I escaped into our dreamlike world where his dick met my g-spot, and together we climaxed and produced enough fluid to grow a village.
That night I fell asleep in his arms. I fantasized back to the time Troy and I shared, and in that moment felt unfulfilled.
• • •
The next morning came quick. I showered, slipped on my Nike sweat suit that proudly displayed the pink and green colors of my sorority, put on my sneakers, and grabbed my duffle bag containing my change of clothes for later. I was headed to join my sorority sisters for a twenty-five-mile walk to support breast cancer research. Immediately following the walk, we were scheduled to pick up trash in the streets and parks throughout the City of Detroit before heading over to another neighborhood for Paint the Town, an annual event where volunteers painted run-down houses for low-income families and attempted to restore beauty to the district.
When all the service work was completed, we concluded with an awards ceremony, which honored over achieving high school seniors with scholarships as they prepared to enter college. We’d raised funds all year, hosting a number of parties and fundraisers. It was a success.
Khalil was at the ceremony with his frat brothers. We all lined up in the middle of the floor for a step show. We sang our sorority hymn and started our performance. I was a natural when it came to dancing, stepping, and ballroom. I coordinated the routine we performed and it was a show stopper.
Khalil’s fraternity was bringing in a new line. I was stunned to see Dorian sitting at a table with five other men. He looked scrumptious in his suit and tie. He was scared to speak when he saw me. They probably told him to sit there and be quiet.
It was getting late, and I was tired from all the activities earlier in the day. I spoke to Khalil briefly, let him know I was kidnapping Dorian, and we bounced.
• • •
You know Dorian and me had to get it on. It was crazy because it wasn’t all I wanted it to be.
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