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    “ They say the truth will set you free. Tha t’ s why we lie to who we love .‘ Cuz we do n’ t want them to go anywhere .” - Me
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Krys Seabron
    © 2015 by Krys Seabron
    Houston, TX
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Eleven
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
    The Race
     
    Even the white smoke that blew from her light pink lips turned me on. My breathing became short and choppy, almost to the point of a light pant. Her light brown eyes instinctively locked into mine. I wanted so badly to look away. To be unfazed. To be completely unaffected by her sexy ass mouth and dreamy bedroom eyes. I'm not even fuckin' gay! The dampened seat of these black laced Vickies would call me a liar though.
    The dimly lit club was thick with hookah vapors and cigarette smoke. Hip hop music blared through the overhead speakers. I tucked the heel of my red pumps behind the footrest of the wooden barstool.
    "I need that pussy on this dick right now," Jason Jackson leaned over and whispered in my ear. For a brief moment, I completely forgot I was here with my boyfriend. My man of two and a half years. My consistently good dick. I readjusted in my seat, clenching my thighs together, shifting my weight closer to his muscular build. Jason's raspy voice snatched my attention from Kai St. Laraunt’s pretty, golden face.
    Jason scooted his seat back from the pub table and excused himself to the bathroom. I counted to sixty silently in my head twice, hoping this would disguise the toilet sex Jason and I were about to have while Kai and her girl, Ashley, sat unassumingly at the table and waited for us to come back. I dryly chuckled at whatever Ashley said, not really paying any attention to her, but merely responding the way that seemed most appropriate considering her and Kai were both laughing.
    I was on 39 for the second time and I found myself once again imagining what Kai's wet tongue would feel like sliding against the most sensitive part of me. The softness of her caramel cheeks against the smoothness of my thick, cinnamon thighs.  
    "Excuse me ladies," I said as I grabbed my white and black leather Michael Kors satchel.
    I pushed the rickety men's restroom door open. The second the door closed behind me, Jason's massive hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the handicapped restroom stall. He jammed the lock closed and proceeded to push me face forward against the wall. Even though I'm a plus sized Barbie, Jason slings me around as if this ass and these hips are packed tight with feathers. All that college football he played bulked him up and kept him in shape. 
    His chocolate hands crawled under my black and gold off the shoulder BCBG blouse and cupped my D cups. He pulled me into him. He was so hard it felt like a tree branch pressing against the small of my back. I loved it. I wanted it. I stood on my tippy toes and pushed my butt against his stiffness, allowing my body to beg for it. Grinding my hips back, showing him how bad I needed to feel him inside me.
    He gripped my waist and pulled me away from the wall. His hand then quickly moved to the dip between my shoulder blades as he pushed me forward, bent over while he quickly unfastened his True Religion’s. My heart raced against my chest. I panted as I stared at  the tiny gray squares on the bathroom floor.
    Then it dawned on me…I'm wasting time. I can't stand here and do nothing. There's a finish line to get to and fuck what everybody else learned about the tortoise and the hare, the bunny rabbit always wins the race. I placed my left flat against the wall for support as I widened my stance and rushed my fingers to my clitoris.
    Okay, remember when I said I had consistently good dick? Well, I kind of lied. It's not only good, it's amazing. It's