All We Want For X-Mas Is An Orgy: Excerpt 2

“What’s goin’ on Bay,” I asked playfully, pushing him inside and shut the door. He gave little resistance, climbing backwards onto the bed.

“What’s up girl.” Darius gave a playful chuckle, unbuckling his pants like he was gettin’ some pussy or head, one.

“What ya’ll up to?” A smile covered my face but I was dead serious. Very familiar with the stories from Darius and Devin’s reckless days, swapping girls and what not, I felt that the need for concern was warranted.

“What you mean girl?” My mans tried to maintain his innocence but I knew it was all bullshit. After giving an expression that indicated my feelings, he followed up with, “I’m lookin’ out fa you ... fa us.”

Portraying a slight attitude, I settled next to him on the bed, knowing well right where the conversation was leading. The mere thought had me nervous, ready to storm downstairs and retrieve the blunt and return a bit more prepared for what he was about to spit at me. Although we were both tow up from the flo up, I remember our conversation about miss Krystal quite vividly. Yeah, she was hot to death ... for real. Natural hazel colored eyes. Smooth, honey toned skin. Flawless figure of a goddess. Like a horn-dog ass nigga, my head tilted and turned every time she left her seat, scoping that juicy booty hard, following that mesmerizing panty line to whatever crevice it crept to. I never considered myself to be a lesbian, hadn’t even much as kissed a girl. Something about Krystal drove me to that point, though, wettin’ the panties on sight, provoking these deep, internal pussy lickin’ ambitions that had recently overcome me more frequently.
I started to get somewhat antsy, hoping this nigga wasn’t playin’ wit my emotions.

“So what you sayin’ Darius? Stop beatin’ around the bush and shit.”

Knowing that I was quick to cop a tude and fuck up a good moment, he admitted,
“Alright look ... member how we was talkin’ bout the three way shit? How YOU brought up how Krystal might be a bitch you could fuck wit? Well, we might be able to make this shit go down ... tonight.”
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Published on January 29, 2013 03:07 Tags: ebooks, erotic-fiction, erotica, poetry, sex, shor-stories, street-lit
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