With show-stopping appeal, I entered the room and the conversation ceased … all eyes on me baby. Natural beauty I tell you … ain’t nothin’ like it. Partially wet, my hair was curly and lookin’ cute as ever. With no bra to support the lil mamas, Darius’ white T-shirt exposed my nipples, making a pair of mediocre breasts look like a pair of grade-A tits. Topping off the alluring presentation were a pair of comfortable red pajama pants, silky soft and designed to make ya ass wiggle with every step. The way Darius and his homeboy undressed me from afar, you would’ve swore a bitch had on a tight mini skirt or less. Have to admit, I damn sure gotta kick out the reaction, even though no one had said a word, until …

“Damn Kai,” Devin broke the silence. “You like look you bout to go to bed and shit.”

“I know,” Darius chimed in. “Lookin’ like a scrub and shit.”

The two of them were sitting on the couch with Krystal seated in the leather chair across from them. I plopped down on the love seat adjacent to her and shot the boys both middle fingers.

“That’s mean Darius,” Krystal defended me. “I think she look cute.”

“Thank you,” I replied, hopefully not cheesing too much. I swear the beat of my heart sped up tremendously when she walked over and took a seat beside me. Double that when she began to play with my hair. “I like you yo lil curls,” she complimented. “Wish my hair was this long.” She ain’t lyin’. Krystal kept her hair short … styled on the top and shaved at the bottom and sides. She’d look like a butch if she wasn’t so femininely gorgeous.

The two of us got to yappin’ about this and that; from the corner of my eye I noticed Darius give his boy a discrete bump, as if to say, “Look at dem two bitches. They diggin’ each other.” Bastards!

“What ya’ll smirkin’ about?” Krystal called them out before I had a chance to. She then got up and approached the other side of the room, teasing me with explicit shots of that masterful ass, panties riding up in her booty and showing dem golden brown cheeks. She stood in front of Devin and taunted, “You got somethin’ to say?”

“What you talkin’ bout man? Gon’ from round here.”

With a naughty smile and wiggle of the finger, I motioned Darius over. “What up,” he asked after sitting beside me.

“We gon’ do this or what?” I dug into my pajama pocket and pulled out the bag of X-tacy pills.

At the time, Krystal stood bent over, hands on her knees like she was performing at the strip joint. After laying eyes on that, Darius didn’t question my haste. He simply went to find the weed tray and commenced to set it off.

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