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afraid someone might see me. Fortunately, most of the guests had left shortly after the bride and groom, and everyone on the dance floor was preoccupied. I slowly guided my hands below her waist, feeling the soft globes of her perfectly round backside.
    â€œThat’s not too much for you to handle, is it?” she teased. “She’s a little bigger than she used to be back in the day.”
    â€œNah,” I replied, my hands continuing to roam. “You don’t have to worry. I can handle it. I like ’em big.”
    â€œGood.” She pulled me in closer and our two-step became a flat-footed grind.
    We danced like that for at least one more song without a word being said, and I was starting to feel woozy. I hadn’t had more than one or two glasses of champagne throughout the night, but I felt like I was drunk. I’d heard of people getting sex-drunk, but I’d always thought of it as an urban myth until now.
    I think Tiffany was just as intoxicated as I was because the way she was grinding up against me, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was close to orgasm.
    â€œSonny,” she whispered halfway through the third song.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œMy kids are with my ex-husband tonight. I was wondering if you’d like to come home with me.”
    I lifted my head and looked in her eyes. I would have gone anywhere with her at that moment. “Yeah, I’ll go home with you,” I replied without any hesitation.
    I bent down to kiss her, but the music stopped and the lights came on before our lips could meet. We stepped apart, but it was hard because we were still drawn to each other. I tried to position my rock-hard manhood in my pants so it wouldn’t be so conspicuous, while Tiffany scrambled to push down her hiked-up dress. We got ourselves together just in time, because her girlfriend called her from the door like she was her mama, and on top of that, James was headed our way.
    â€œI’ll meet you in the parking lot. I gotta get rid of my friend,” she said.
    â€œNo problem. Looks like I’m gonna have to do the same.”
    She stepped toward me as if she wanted a kiss, then stepped back when she glanced at her friend. “I’ll be outside,” she mouthed then walked toward the door, switching her ass just for my benefit. I couldn’t wait to get her out of that dress.
    â€œHey, is that who I think it is? Is that your ex, Tiffany?” James pointed and we both watched her walk away.
    â€œYeah, that’s her,” I said nonchalantly.
    â€œMan, she’s sure got a nice ass.” He laughed. “Bet you wish you could get some of that again.”
    â€œYep, that’d be nice.” We stepped outside. I took out a pack of cigarettes from my tuxedo pocket. James caught me smirking as I placed one in my mouth.
    â€œWhat’s going on, man? What are you up to?”
    â€œWho, me?” I pointed at myself, grinning innocently.
    â€œYeah, you. What were you two talking about?” James obviously sensed something, but I don’t think he understood the full magnitude of what was going on.
    â€œShe wants me to go home with her tonight.” I lit my cigarette, my eyes still glued on Tiffany’s behind.
    James laughed. “Get the fuck outta here. She does not!”
    I gave him a very serious look. My words were condescending. “Okay, if you say so.”
    James studied my face. “Oh, shit. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
    â€œSerious as a heart attack.”
    â€œJust like that. After all these years, she just walks up to you and asks you to sleep with her?”
    â€œWell, we did dance first.”
    He stared at me a moment, then finally said, “Daaaaaamn, women are bold these days.”
    â€œIt’s the world we live in, bro. Look at how they treat Brent. Get used to it.”
    â€œSo, what’d you tell her? You gonna do it?”
    I took a long drag of my cigarette,