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“Well, I’m from Jersey,” Molasses says.
“Oh, word? What part?”
“West Paterson.”
“Oh, aiight; that’s wassup.” Caramel tells me she’s from Philly. And Chocolate says she’s originally from Brooklyn, but lives in Arizona. Although I’m looking at Chocolate Beauty, I ask them all how they know each other.
“From college,” Molasses answers.
“We’re sorors,” Caramel adds.
I smile and for some freaky reason Zane’s book The Sisters of APF comes to mind. I blink back my dirty thoughts.
Once we get to the shopping district, I let them do them while I find a spot to listen to my iPod. Once they’ve finished picking up souvenirs and whatnot, we head over to Plasa Bien for some local island food, then back to the hotel.
“Whew, that was delicious,” Chocolate Beauty says, rubbing her belly as we walk back over the bridge.
“Yes, it was,” Molasses agrees. “Thanks so much for showing us around. We really appreciate it.”
I smile. “No problem. I’m glad you beauties enjoyed yourselves.”
“We definitely did,” Caramel says.
Once we get to the hotel lobby, we hop on the elevator together, exchange more small talk until they get off on the fourth floor.
“Hopefully we’ll see you tonight at the bar,” Chocolate Beauty says.
I wink. “No doubt.” I keep my eyes locked on her ass until the elevator doors close. Four days to go before that pussy gets back up on that plane. I gotta fuck her tonight.
• • •
I don’t get down to the Infinity Bar until after nine. And I definitely don’t expect to see Chocolate Beauty still there, but I’m pleasantly surprised that she is. She smiles when she sees me.
“Where are your girls?”
“Down in the casino.”
“Oh, aiight. You didn’t wanna get ya gamble on with ’em?”
She shakes her head. “I told them I’ll meet up with them a little later. It’s too beautiful out to be sitting up in a casino.”
I agree. Glad I don’t h
ave to worry about them cock-blocking. I order a cranberry juice. We talk a bit. I’m digging the vibe. But after an hour into the convo, I’m getting restless. The clock is ticking and I need to get them damn panties off.
“Yo, real talk,” I say to her in almost a whisper. “I wanna feel your warm pussy wrapped around my dick.”
She looks at me, startled, shifting in her seat. She gulps down the rest of her drink and signals for another. “Wow” is the only thing she says at first, taking me in. “You waste no time, huh?”
“Nah, I definitely don’t. I see what I want and I go after it. And right now I wanna spend time tasting you, caressing you, and slipping my dick into you.” I lock my gaze on hers. I can tell by the way she’s blushing that I’ve made her pleasantly uncomfortable.
“No need to be acting all shy,” I say to her. I pause when the bartender returns with her drink. I wait for him to bounce, then continue. “I’m grown, you’re grown. I’m here, you’re here. I’m unattached, you’re …” I pause, giving her the chance to fill in the blanks.
She swallows back her drink. “Married,” she pushes out, staring back at me. I guess she’s waiting for me to shift gears with that knowledge. I don’t.
I shrug. “Okay, so you’re married. That says and means nothing to me. And, no disrespect, but obviously it no longer means much to you, either.”
She shifts her eyes, slides her straw in between her lips, and takes a slow sip of her drink. I wish that straw was my dick instead.
