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"Somebody like who?" I entertained.

I could hear her swallow hard before she opened her mouth to answer. As if she were giving herself time to properly form the perfect response.

"I'm just saying that maybe you need someone who can make your whole body tingle from just one touch. Somebody who can slide their tongue in and out of you until you scream in ecstasy. Someone who can slide inside you and make you cum in eleven pumps instead of the other way around.”

I squirmed a little against the chaise, dropping both my legs and crossing them at the ankles. I squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could at the thought of her tongue being the tongue inside me. My breathing slowed. The breaths became more dramatic.

"Stop playing," I said hardly above a whisper. I tried to give her an out. I knew she wasn't joking. But my mind went blank for any other response.

"I'm not. I know what you want. I know what you like. You want to be dominated. You want to be told what to do. You want to be choked while your body explodes from torturous pleasure."

My heart pounded like it was trying to break down the door of my chest. I licked my lips in lust. I could feel the faucet between my legs begin to leak like someone left the water on. Her break in words let me know she was just as breathless as I was. Though I knew stopping her was right, my curiously was more intrigued with wrong.

"I don't have anybody like that," I said shyly, hoping the spirit of Katniss would overtake her and make her volunteer as tribute.

"Maybe you do but you keep overlooking them because of your own biases."

I chuckled a little as I began to sober up a little from the heat of our conversation. I had never heard sexuality referenced to as a bias before.   

"You flirt with me, then you pretend not to mean anything by it. You say 'no' when you really mean 'yes'. You want me to pin your wrists to the bed with one hand while the other creeps down your naval and into your pants."

My hands wandered my body as she spoke. My fingertips slid underneath the waistband of my cheeky Victoria Secret panties. 

"You want me to trace the outline of your clit. Draw circles around it with my fingers until your hips thrust towards me, begging for pleasure while your mouth moans 'no, please don't'. You're going to grind the wettest part of you against my hand." Her voice was weak with want. She needed me. She wanted to feel me, to have me the way she so vividly described. And I wanted her to have me. I wanted to give myself to her. I wanted her to give me what Jason couldn't.

My fingers found their way to my clit. I rubbed slowly. My fingers drowned in myself.

"You will beg to feel me inside you. You will beg me to let you cum. I will fuck my fingers in and out of you. You will scream my name. Your legs will shake. You will feel me fucking deep inside you until the walls of your pussy start to tighten and release the biggest orgasm you have ever experienced."

I dipped my index and middle fingers in and out of myself. Her words, in that very moment, weren't just words. They were real life. My hands were hers. She was fucking me on Jason's couch.

My back arched. My legs quivered uncontrollably. I breathed against the moaning that wanted nothing more than to escape my lips. My eyes closed so tight I could see tiny, colorful circles in the dark of my eyelids. My chest heaved up and down.

    I pulled my hands from the warmth of my Vickies. Clear wetness glistened down my palm.

The line had gone quiet. Her breathing was slow and heavy, much like mine before I allowed myself to masturbate to the fantasy she created for me.

"I want you, Erica."

"I want you too, Kai." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. But there was no turning back now.

"Then give into me. Let me have you. I promise you won't regret it."

I sucked in my bottom lip and held it between my teeth. Even though I'm unquestionably attracted to Kai, I just can't be her girlfriend. One: I'm not gay. Two: Jason and Ashley. And three: we have years of friendship at risk if things go south. Besides, I love dick too much to just trade it in for something I came to this world equipped with.

"Look, I got to go, Ashley is here. I will call you later."

"Alright."

"And you better answer," she said in her sexy 'take-this-dick' voice.

I liked it though.

"Whatever," I laughed as if I weren't turned on by her take-charge demeanor.

I could hear her smile through the phone.

I smiled back as I pressed end and disconnected from the first day of the rest of my life.

Chapter 3

Spilled Milk

I frantically searched the entire two story, modern styled home for my birth control pills. I never move them. I always leave them on the bathroom counter. I wake up, pee, brush my teeth, then take my birth control, every morning. It's a ritual for me.

I took a second and just leaned over the sink, staring at the caramel colored girl that stared back at me. The long eyelashes that traced the outline of my almond shaped, dark brown eyes. My naturally arched eyebrows. My thick lips that if I licked just right could get Jason hard in a second. Didn't really count for much though since he could go soft just as fast as he went hard.

I ran my hands through the twists I needed to take out before I went to class, assuming they dried properly for this twist out I saw on YouTube.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jason said as he wrapped his long arms around me from behind. I stood straight up the second I felt the stiffness of his manhood pressing against my ass.

"Have you seen my birth control?" I asked him as I turned to face him, completely ignoring his hard-on.

His eyebrows furrowed as if he had never heard the words 'birth control' used together in a sentence. As if he didn't know I was on the pill when he kept up with my daily dose better than I did the first year of our relationship.

"Jason, I can't find it and I never take it out of the bathroom."

"I don't know what to tell you." he shrugged his bare, muscular shoulders. "But fuck the pill right now," he said as he gripped his manhood in his fist through his dark blue Ralph Lauren boxer briefs.

"The word 'fuck' does not exist until I find my birth control, Jason."

He placed his hands on my hips and exhaled deeply. "Baby, you know I can't concentrate when I'm like this. I will help you find your birth control if you help me out first. "

That thick slab of meat did look pretty appetizing. Maybe we can 69. "It's not like you're going to get pregnant right now. I'm sure we will find the pill and we won't have to worry about any surprises nine months from now," he smiled as he comforted me by pulling me closer to him and wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his heart beating in his chest. It was pounding so vigorously, like a kid's whose mischief was about to be uncovered by his father. 

"You okay, J?"

"Yeah, I just...want you."

He lifted me onto the marble countertop. He put his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue past my lips. He pushed my back against the mirror that lined the sink wall to wall. He pulled my panties off. He replaced my tongue with his own index and middle fingers. He wet them just enough to slide inside me. I bit my bottom lip. He slipped his fingers in and out of me. My fingernails dug into his back as he worked my g-spot. That shit drives me crazy every time. The world around me began to fade away. The only thing I could think about was cumming. The only thing I cared about was releasing this sexual energy.

He grabbed my neck with his free hand and wandered down my body with his mouth.  His tongue swirled belly button and headed straight down to my clit. He licked. He sucked. He buried his face between my thighs while his fingers created magic against the walls inside me. I moaned. I screamed. I lost myself in ecstasy. Jason knew how to make me crazy. How to make me lose myself.

The pressure of his hand squeezing my throat disappeared.

My body started to convulse. His fingers felt fuller. They penetrated me deep and hard. My walls started to contract. I bit my lip. My arms were tight around his bare, muscular shoulders.

"I'm cumming," I cried out in bliss. As I came, I realized both of his hands were returning my embrace, but I was still being fucked. "I love you," he uttered as he spilled pump 11 inside me.

The throb of my wet pussy around his raw dick thudded louder than the bang of my heart against my chest. I pushed him off me with the best shove my weakened body could muster.

"What's wrong?" His eyes squinted with confusion as he raised his shoulders with bewilderment. He looked about as clueless as Blue with no notepad.

I slid down off the counter and grabbed my red panties off the shaggy, gray throw rug on the industrial cemented floor. "Why would you do that shit, Jason?" I yelled as I fumbled my big foot through the small leg hole Victoria made. I leaned against the white door frame for balance. "What did I do?"

I yanked the underwear up to resistance and then stormed out of the restroom. "I fuckin' told you I couldn't find my birth control! And you nut inside me anyway?" I yelled.

I trotted the long hallway to our master suite at the very end. I pushed open the bathroom door of the bedroom and headed into the closet. Jason followed my every move. "I wasn't thinking about birth control while I was in you, Erica. Hell,
you
weren't thinking about birth control while I was in you!" The volume of his voice jumped four notches. I quickly turned to face him. "Don't you dare yell at me, Jason Jackson! You know when you're about to cum." I pulled down a hanger off the top row and snatched my jeans off it. I pushed each leg through the flattened holes and pulled my favorite "Geaux Saints" t-shirt over my head. "I'm your man, not some random from the club you let smash after three free drinks and some hot wings!"

"Fuck you, Jason."

I grabbed my brown and gold monogrammed Louis V. clutch and slipped my size eights into my brown flip flops by the door.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he grabbed the middle of my forearm so tight it felt it could go numb in a matter of seconds if he didn't loosen up.

Jason had never put his hands on me before. I tried to jerk away from him but his grip only tightened in response.

He leaned forward, lining his eyes up with mine. Desperation radiated through the darkness of his pupils. He stood quietly, as if his mouth couldn't formulate whatever his mind wanted to say.

"Get your hands off me before you fuck up in an way you can't un-fuck."

His grip loosened. I shook his hand completely off me and bolted out the door.

The second I got safely into the driver's seat of my 2013 red Altima, I called my best friend.

"Kai, I need you." 

Chapter 4

Wet Dreams

I laid on her chest and let the rhythmic beat of her heart make soothing thuds against my ear drum. Her left hand caressed my cheek. I felt like we were back in college and I was crying to her about how some nothin’-ass- nigga was fuckin’ up. She would take off her shirt -supposedly so wouldn’t wet up any of her ‘fresh threads- and she would hold me wearing nothing but her sports bra and sweat pants. I would make jokes about her just trying to get gay with me, but truth be told…I liked it. I felt closer to her. The warmth of her skin against the warmth of my skin. We fit together. But, she’s a girl. Kai St. Laraunt is a girl. Even though gays are getting married and kissing in public, people are still low key judging them. I don’t want to get looked at strange for holding the hand of the person I lay with every night. I don’t want to have to go out of state to get married. I just want to be normal. Goodness knows I have been fighting to keep up with normal since Kai walked into my life, presenting herself as the perfect missing piece to this incomplete puzzle.

I closed my eyes and soaked in her embrace.

Her cinnamon body was so lean. She had these perfectly toned arms and stomach from running track on a full scholarship. Her side profile has the look of one of those black models that work out hard and post booty pics and squat videos on Instagram. Kai was beautiful in every aspect of the word. Which is why she had so many bitches falling at her feet. Men too. Begging to just chill with her. Offering to pay her bills in exchange for one night. She would probably make a killing as a straight prostitute. Hell, she might as well have been a prostitute. Kai gets more girls then the Playboy mansion can hold. Each and every girl she chose gave her everything. Not little shit either. I’m talking about cars, Louis Vuitton loafers, thousand dollar drops into her bank account just because. And I only know that because I saw one of her deposit receipts on the floor in her bedroom. Shit had more digits than is federally protected. She got all secretive as if I didn’t know hoes pay her way. But the second a girl utters the word "commitment", Kai takes off like feelings are a disease she's not trying to catch.

She thinks she’s slick though.

Every Friday night, she dips out on me. She won’t answer the phone. She won’t return texts. She’s just completely unreachable. It’s like she completely falls off the face of the earth until Saturday morning.