Chapter 9

SAME DAY

“Whatchu doin’ hangin’ wit et white gurl?” Dreya teased as she finally got a moment alone to herself with the girl she’d been eyeing all night.

Meilie smacked her lips, giggling. “Don’t talk about my fren like et,” she chuckled, shaking her head as the two sat in one of the sections of the building that was only for her and her crew. Dreya poured them both some shots, smirking at her answer.

“So… y’all not fuckin’?” Dreya just asked.

“Fuck no. Imma d*ke,” Meilie grabbed her shot and downed it. “Woo!”

Dreya only laughed at her comment, “Good, me too, bish!” she put on her fake-girly voice.

Meilie almost choked from laughing. “You silly,” she smiled. She then poured them another round of shots before standing up, “Churs,” she raised her glass.

Dreya stood and clinked her glass against Meilie’s and the two threw back their shots. “Aight, you gon’ lemme throw es ass on you?” Meilie stepped closer to her, looking her in the eye, from her three-inch heels.

Looking her u and down, Dreya only smirked as she bent down slightly, looking around Meilie to look at her ass. “Uh huh–you can sit et fat mufucka on my face too,” she smacked and gripped her ass, making Meilie bite down on her lip, from feeling her vagina slightly spread open.

“We can do et too,” Meilie smiled, grabbing Dreya’s hand and leading her to the middle of the dancefloor.

There was a small crowd that already formed around them as Meilie slowly and seductively bent over in front of Dreya, holding her ankles, then sliding her hands up to her knees to the tune of Kicking Flavors by Fly Boi Keno–a high tempo, New Orleans song.

A few people pulled out their phone, including Kari who had Lamar standing beside him, looking over his shoulder at the action. “I can stand right hur?” he asked in Kari’s ear, making Kari smile, looking towards him and nodding. “Aight, bet.” he nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, feeling Kari slightly move his ass back on him.

Lamar just bit his lip, attempting to focus on the two women in front of him.

Meilie now had her hands on her knees, letting her ass bounce against Dreya’s hips through her loose stretch pants which only allowed her ass to move even more fluidly against Dreya as she bounced her ass to the beat.

She looked back at Dreya, straightened her legs, reaching back to pull at her waistband, slightly tugging her pants down to show off her thong and bare ass as she quickly moved her hips side to side to the beat.

Dreya only kept her hips pressed against her as she slapped both of her asscheeks from underneath to the quick beat. “Imma fuck you,” Dreya nodded, and Meilie only smiled, moving her hips in a circle before bending her knees.

“YEAH FREENNN!” Kari shouted, getting close to her and Meilie only held onto Kari’s arms while she quickly popped her ass against Dreya, almost moaning when Dreya gripped her ass but slid her fingers against her vagina first.

The song then changed to a slower beat, but more sexual as WAP by Cardi B featuring Megan Thee Stallion came on.

“Everythang facts about es song,” Meilie told her after turning around and running her hand down Dreya’s body as she got on her knees, starting to twerk as Kari recorded her.

Meilie kept her hand on Dreya’s crotch, looking up at her in the eyes as she moved her hips side to side while singing the lyrics. “Now get your boots and your coat for this wet ass pussy. He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet ass pussy,” she sang while looking at her, but still moving her ass up and down.

She then stood up, turning back around,

“Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy…

Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet ass pussy,” Meilie sang, bending back over in front of Dreya, feeling her grab her hips, so her ass could be fully flush against her as Meilie threw her ass in a circle against her.

“AH!” she stuck her tongue out, clapping Kari up.

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Meilie found herself being dragged into the private room of the building. Dreya locked the door behind her, closing the blinds on the small window of the door before she turned around and picked Meilie up by her thighs and propped her down onto the vanity table. “Damn, you strong and shit,” she batted her eyes as Dreya who only smiled, showing off her mouth full of golds, that only made Meilie even more weak in the knees at the moment.

This sexy bitch can do whateva to me. I swuurrrrrr.

“You gon’ show me how wet et pussy get, or you was jus’ chattin’?” Dreya asked, looking into Meilie’s eyes as her hands rubbed along her thighs, gripping them.

Meilie smiled, feeling her heartbeat get a little quicker, and her face heat a bit. “You can see–You gon’ gobble me, swallow me?” she raised a brow, tilting her head to the side as she put her arms around Dreya’s neck, running her press-ons nails along her neck, invoking a shudder from Dreya.

Dreya smirked. “Uh huh–Imma real bitch tho–I gotta check da pussy out fa I eat it,” she shrugged, aggressively pulling at Meilie’s waistband. Meilie lifted her hips slightly, allowing Dreya to pull of her pants completely, leaving her in only her thong.

“Go ahead,” Meilie smiled, propping her legs open on the vanity table. “Getta waff,” she told Dreya, moving her thong to the side, sliding a finger up her slit, then putting it in her own mouth.

“Ooo, gurl,” Dreya almost went cross-eyed. She nasty…

I love that for me.

Dreya just shook her head, biting down on her lip as she grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of Meilie, sitting down so that she was at eye level with her vagina. “Pretty ass pussy. Look real edible,” Dreya told her, looking up into her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the table.

She shrugged, then went head first as she pressed her nose against her clit while using her tongue to lick over her hole. “Oh, sh-shit,” Meilie chuckled at the unexpected overwhelming pleasure.

Dreya only moved her head from side to side, stimulating her clit with her nose while her tongue flicked over her vagina, slowly prodding its way inside, beginning to tongue fuck her. “Ahh, fuck. Mmmm,” she moaned, then bit down on her lips, already feeling her legs shaking a bit.

She attempted to close them, but Dreya just pried them apart and shoved her tongue inside of her deeper, making Meilie’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and her mouth fall open into an O with no noise coming out.

The only things that could be heard were the muffled music from the party, and the sloshing, wet sounds of Meilie’s vagina only getting wetter and wetter as she was stimulated in both places.

“Dreya–” she panted, grabbing onto her dreadlocks, attempting to push her off again.

Dreya slid her tongue up Meilie’s slit before looking up at her with a wet face, “Lemme be, aight?” she asked, then went back down, this time attaching her lips to her clit, sucking on it gently while looking up into her eyes.

Meilie only furrowed her brows, “Damn, you eatin’ the fuck outta bitch,” she breathed hard, then tossed her head back, feeling her entrance throb, craving the pleasure there again. “Putcho tongue back in,” she told her, rolling her hips slightly.

“I do whateva a fine ass woman say,” Dreya told her, licking up and down her slit a few times before slowly wiggling her tongue into Meilie.

“Oh, yea,” she moaned out, rolling her hips against her while she held the back of her head.

Use me then, baby. Dreya thought, but couldn’t say, for her mouth was occupied.

Meilie continued, feeling her stomach tighten, “I’m close,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered.

Here legs shook, and her toes curled. Dreya knowing that she was close, focused back on her clit, quickly flicking her tongue over it and sucking on it which just caused Meilie’s moans to grow even louder than before, filling the room.

Dreya squeezed her legs together as she continued to eat her, still going even as Meilie started to cum. She then pulled off of her, “Aight–I needa date fa I do more than et,” she told her.

Meilie stuck her hand out, “Okay, deal–I need ta feel et mouth any chance I can get it,” she nodded, making Dreya laugh as she helped her clean herself up.

“You wanna smoke fa you see yo man, Miss D*ke?” Dreya teased, causing Meilie to playfully push her while she laughed.

“Yes, I doooo,” she sang, putting her pants back on, then interlocked her and Dreya’s arms as the left the room.

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Already outside, Lamar and Kari were standing on the side of the building, passing back and forth a blunt. “So… I gotta question,” he told Kari, looking at his face. “Why you so pretty? You a nigga?” he asked him, taking a pull, then passing it to Kari.

Kari just smiled, shrugging. He took a deep inhale before answering to the best of his abilities. “I don’t know, handsome. Genetics?”

“Not the makeup?” Lamar asked.

“I’m cunt without the makeup, boo,” Kari smiled.

“Cunt?” Lamar raised a brow, grabbing the blunt back. “Ion know how you f–gay boys be talkin’,” he corrected himself.

“You not supposed ta say shit like et, handsome,” Kari told him, frowning a bit.

Lamar sighed, feeling a bit bad. “I know. I’m sorry–iss jus’ how niggas be talkin’,” he shrugged.

“Is et an excuse tho?” Kari asked him, tilting his head to the side.

Lamar nodded, “You right. Real niggas don’t make excuses, they fix the problem.”

Kari only smiled, which made Lamar’s chest feel a bit tight. “You fuckin’ cute,” he blurted. “Like I feel like I’m almost lookin’ at a bitch,” he told Kari, just staring at him.

Kari only kept his pearly white smile as he took the blunt and inhaled, “Well,” he blew out the smoke. “Like I sed, handsome, iss jus’ genetics. I been pretty,” he told him, pulling out his phone.

He then went to his Instagram to show Lamar some bare-faced, old photos of him from early high school. “Been pretty. No filter. No surgery, handsome. Et answa yo question, now?” he smiled at Lamar who finally gave him a smile back.

He stood up straight, looking Kari in the eyes, “Nah, I wanna know how kissable them lips ah, fareal fareal,” he shrugged with his hands behind his back.

Kari smirked, taking another pull, then grabbed Lamar’s chin, blowing smoke into his mouth, then placing a gentle peck on hsi lips, wiping the gloss off afterwards. “Thur you go.”

Lamar bit down on his lip, “Soft as I imagined.”

“Yeah?” Kari asked in a sweet voice. “I like hurin’ you compliment me, handsome.”

“Yeah?” Lamar asked. “I like hurin’ yo sexy ass call me handsome,” he continued, never thinking, only letting his first thought guide him, and in this moment, all his eyes were fixated on is Kari. “You gotta nigga?” he asked.

“Why you askin’?” Kari asked, passing the blunt back to him.

“Well, I was jus’… curious,” Lamar answered, taking the blunt, then hitting it a couple more times before throwing it out. “You came in es mufucka witcho arms locked with et white boy,” he chuckled.

“White boy?” Kari laughed. “You fucked up,” he laughed even harder, making Lamar laugh and admire Kari even more, for he thought Kari’s laugh was adorable. “No, sir. I tagged along when Meilie asked me. Imma big fan of Woody Kent too.”

“Fuck et nigga,” Lamar spat with a straight face, making Kari’s eyes go wide.

“I’m jus’ playin’,” Lamar cracked up laughing. “Es actually my fuckin’ brotha. I’m so proud of him. Niggas like us don’t go vury fah–especially, in Louisville,” he nodded.

Kari only smiled as he spoke, “How long y’all been knowin’ each other?” he asked.

Lamar shrugged, “Shid–sometime since elementary or sum–I forgot,” he spoke honestly. “Too long. Not long enough.”

“Whatchu do fa a livin’?” Lamar asked Kari.

Kari smiled, pointing to the wig on top of his head. “I do hair.”

“You do it good too,” Lamar said as he examined Kari’s lace front wig.

“Thank you, handsome,” Kari smiled.

In the back of the building, Dreya and Meilie were in the car, vibing to Meilie’s R&B playlist while enjoying their high.

Dreya then got a phone call. She looked down at it, seeing it was her on-again, off-again girlfriend.

She hung up the phone, then refocused on Meilie who turned the music down. “Es yo gurl?” she asked.

Dreya sighed, “Uhhh…”

“Be honest,”

“Well, sometimes she is,” Dreya shrugged.

“Sometimes?”

Dreya nodded. “An ex a nigga can’t let go all the way–Ian even in love wit ha, but I love ha. If et makes any sense,” she explained.

Meilie nodded, “It does… Well, thur goes our date,” she smacked her hands on her thighs.

“What?” Dreya whipped her head towards her. “Why not? You made a deal.”

Meilie chuckled, “Ion do all the girlfriend drama. I’m ova et point in my life–at my big age of twenty–three,” she giggled. “We jus’ wouldn’t work–respectfully. We can be frens tho,” she nodded.

Dreya smacked her lips, “We not even togetha tho…” she explained.

“Ion do the toxic, side bitch shit, Dreya. In love or not and… I need a mufucka ta be sure about me. Figure yo shit out, then hit me up on et type of time. You seem coo, n et tounge lethal. We can be frens tho,” Meilie explained.

Dreya sighed, “I respect et answer, but at least lemme have my date furst. N when I’m about somebody, Ion think about nobody else,” she tried to assure her.

Meilie shook her head, knowing she shouldn’t get herself involved, but…

“Fuck it,” she shrugged.

to be continued…

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Intermission chap. Sometimes they will be relatively short like this one, just introducing. Other times, they could be as long as the regular chapters. Just stay tuned.

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