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Authors: Sean A. Wright
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“Yo nigga. She ain’t like that alright?”
“Alright nigga, whatever. But I ain’t never known you to handcuff no bitch.” D-Boy stated, before leaving and returning to the party.
“So what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” I yelled, jokingly.
“I got you ma. What you want?” D-Boy said, jumping in front of Travon.
“It don’t matter, surprise me. Just don’t make it too strong.” I said.
“Alright ma. I’ll be right back.” He said, smiling flirtatiously.
While I waited on D-Boy to bring my drink back, I just mingled and laughed with everyone else that was in the room. I saw Monica disappear into one of the bedrooms with L.V. and lord only knows what was about to go down. These girls were definitely wild and crazy. But hey, who was I to judge? We were all enjoying ourselves, and while I was now an honorary Stiletto Diva member, I was still so much different from them. I knew I was way out of my league, but I refused to let the company that I kept define who I was as a person. Besides, like I told Mama Belle, I was old enough to know right from wrong. And as long as I could kick it with the “in” crowd and have fun without getting into any trouble, then there was no harm, and no foul. And with that being said, I accepted my drink from D-Boy and continued to party the night away.
As the night progressed I drank and enjoyed myself like I never had before. We all laughed and joked on one another. All except Travon, who had been in his bedroom by himself for the past hour or so. The rest of us drank, smoked and just had fun. D-Boy kept me company while Travon’s rude ass was in his bedroom on his damn cell phone. But so what? I was having way too much fun to give a shit. D-boy and I were laughing and dancing, and I could feel the room starting to spin as he continued to make me drinks at my request. D-Boy had grabbed me by my hand and was leading me somewhere when Travon came out of his bedroom and stopped us.
“Where are ya’ll going?” Travon asked, looking at the both of us.
“We are going to get a little privacy.” D-Boy responded, sharply.
“Oh word? It’s like that? That’s what’s up?” Travon said, shooting me a cold stare that showed his disapproval.
“Travon wait.” I said, subconsciously slurring my speech. Before taking a step towards him and falling flat on my face.
“Oh shit. That bitch is fucked up.” Sincere said, laughing and coming out of the kitchen.
“Come on ma. You had a little too much to drink.” Travon said, picking me up and carrying me into his bedroom. Once inside his bedroom he laid me down on the bed and got a cold washcloth from bathroom and wiped my forehead gently.
“Travon, I’m fucked up. The room is spinning, and I didn’t even drink that much either.” I said, with my speech now almost inaudible.
“It’s alright Tiffany. Just lay here for a while and get your mind right. Once you get your bearings back I will have my limo take you home. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.” He said, getting up to leave the room.
“Wait, Travon. Don’t leave yet. The fucking room is still spinning.” I said, pulling him back down onto the bed. Once I pulled him down, we were face to face. And I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me. Uncharacteristically, I leaned up and kissed Travon, and he returned the gesture. Things started to heat up as I felt a feeling take over my body that I had never felt before. It’s as if I went numb with every touch. And every ounce of his breath that hit my body sent a tingly sensation throughout every nerve in my body. My womanhood began to gush and overflow with happiness and I could feel it running down my leg. This was crazy. Was it possible for foreplay to make you feel this way? I guess it was. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to have him. In between short pants of breath I managed to spit out.
“Tray wait. Do you have any condoms?”
“Most definitely.” He
“Yo nigga. She ain’t like that alright?”
“Alright nigga, whatever. But I ain’t never known you to handcuff no bitch.” D-Boy stated, before leaving and returning to the party.
“So what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” I yelled, jokingly.
“I got you ma. What you want?” D-Boy said, jumping in front of Travon.
“It don’t matter, surprise me. Just don’t make it too strong.” I said.
“Alright ma. I’ll be right back.” He said, smiling flirtatiously.
While I waited on D-Boy to bring my drink back, I just mingled and laughed with everyone else that was in the room. I saw Monica disappear into one of the bedrooms with L.V. and lord only knows what was about to go down. These girls were definitely wild and crazy. But hey, who was I to judge? We were all enjoying ourselves, and while I was now an honorary Stiletto Diva member, I was still so much different from them. I knew I was way out of my league, but I refused to let the company that I kept define who I was as a person. Besides, like I told Mama Belle, I was old enough to know right from wrong. And as long as I could kick it with the “in” crowd and have fun without getting into any trouble, then there was no harm, and no foul. And with that being said, I accepted my drink from D-Boy and continued to party the night away.
As the night progressed I drank and enjoyed myself like I never had before. We all laughed and joked on one another. All except Travon, who had been in his bedroom by himself for the past hour or so. The rest of us drank, smoked and just had fun. D-Boy kept me company while Travon’s rude ass was in his bedroom on his damn cell phone. But so what? I was having way too much fun to give a shit. D-boy and I were laughing and dancing, and I could feel the room starting to spin as he continued to make me drinks at my request. D-Boy had grabbed me by my hand and was leading me somewhere when Travon came out of his bedroom and stopped us.
“Where are ya’ll going?” Travon asked, looking at the both of us.
“We are going to get a little privacy.” D-Boy responded, sharply.
“Oh word? It’s like that? That’s what’s up?” Travon said, shooting me a cold stare that showed his disapproval.
“Travon wait.” I said, subconsciously slurring my speech. Before taking a step towards him and falling flat on my face.
“Oh shit. That bitch is fucked up.” Sincere said, laughing and coming out of the kitchen.
“Come on ma. You had a little too much to drink.” Travon said, picking me up and carrying me into his bedroom. Once inside his bedroom he laid me down on the bed and got a cold washcloth from bathroom and wiped my forehead gently.
“Travon, I’m fucked up. The room is spinning, and I didn’t even drink that much either.” I said, with my speech now almost inaudible.
“It’s alright Tiffany. Just lay here for a while and get your mind right. Once you get your bearings back I will have my limo take you home. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.” He said, getting up to leave the room.
“Wait, Travon. Don’t leave yet. The fucking room is still spinning.” I said, pulling him back down onto the bed. Once I pulled him down, we were face to face. And I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me. Uncharacteristically, I leaned up and kissed Travon, and he returned the gesture. Things started to heat up as I felt a feeling take over my body that I had never felt before. It’s as if I went numb with every touch. And every ounce of his breath that hit my body sent a tingly sensation throughout every nerve in my body. My womanhood began to gush and overflow with happiness and I could feel it running down my leg. This was crazy. Was it possible for foreplay to make you feel this way? I guess it was. I don’t know what came over me, but I had to have him. In between short pants of breath I managed to spit out.
“Tray wait. Do you have any condoms?”
“Most definitely.” He
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