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“Yes, it does,” she agrees. “Half the time I don’t know where it goes.” Persia wants to know when he’s going to put a ring on it. “Who knows when that’s gonna be? That’s on him. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to marry Andre. But I don’t put any pressure on him. I love him, and I know he loves me, so whether we get married or not isn’t gonna change anything. We have a really good relationship.”
Hmmm, that’s what they all say, I think, pressing my lips to my glass. Until they find out he’s fucked her best friend. “Well, it definitely sounds like you’re in love, girl. I wish you nothing but happiness.”
She reaches over and grabs my hand. “Thanks. I truly am.” She glances around the room at us. “Now what’s going on with you divas? Who y’all loving or should I say doing? ’Cause I know how y’all like to get it.” She laughs.
“Girl, we’re loving life and doing us,” Porsha answers for the three of us.
“And if someone worthy comes along in the process,” Persia adds. “Then maybe we’ll love him, too.”
“So in the meantime, y’all just keep sharing men?” Felecia asks, although it feels more like a statement than anything else. She twists her body in my direction. “Triple the fun.”
I nod.
“And fun it is,” Persia says, raising her glass to her.
Felecia raises hers as well. “I heard that, girl.”
“That’s right. Three freaks in the sheets are always better than one, okay.”
Felecia laughs. “Seems like you all have been freaking men like that for quite a long time.”
Porsha laughs. “Yeah, it’s been several years off and on; more on than off in the last five, though. And, hey, it works for us.”
“Well, shoot, if y’all like it. I love it. Do you. I don’t give a damn what people do in the comforts of their own sheets; as long as they ain’t doin’ my man.”
“I know that’s right,” Persia says.
Felecia continues, “I don’t know how y’all do it, sharing men and whatnot. I’m too selfish for that shit. I’d end up wanting to cut a bitch and fight his ass if he gave her more dick than he was giving me. I’m the kind of woman who needs to have my man all to myself.” She pauses, taking a sip of her drink. She licks her lips. “Any woman sharing another woman’s man has some real fucked-up self-esteem, in my opinion.” She quickly realizes what she’s said and tries to clean it up. “No disrespect meant to y’all, but that’s how I feel. Not that I’m implying I think any of you have low self-esteem.”
“Oh, and no disrespect taken, Hun,” Porsha says, shifting in her seat. I glance over at her, hoping she doesn’t curse her out before we find out the filth on Pasha. The two of them have been known to get into some very heated conversations, particularly when Felecia has had one drink too many. She’s the type that doesn’t care what comes out of her mouth once she’s liquored up. “Our self-esteems have always been on high, boo.”
“Oh, okay,” Felecia says, giving her one of those if-you-say-so looks. “You don’t have to convince me. Y’all are truly the exceptions to the rule because most of the chicks I know who fuck around with someone else’s man have some deep-rooted issues.”
“Well, we don’t have that problem,” Persia informs her. “My sisters and I have always been very comfortable in our skins. What we do has nothing to do with self-esteem, or some traumatic life experiences. Shit, bagging a man of our own has never been a problem for any of us.”
“Exactly,” Porsha states. “There’s no jealousy between us and no fighting over a man because we agree to fuck him on our terms. Not his and definitely no one else’s.”
Felecia takes it all in, then asks, “So what happens, let’s say, when you meet a guy that one of you wants to fuck but the other two doesn’t; then what?”
“Then nine times out of ten we won’t fuck him,” Persia answers for the three of us. “Well, I know I don’t. Porsha and Paris can speak for themselves.”
“No, you’re right,” Porsha says, pouring another drink. She refills Felecia’s glass, too. “We definitely won’t fuck him. No matter how fine he is.”
My secret romp with Desmond last week down in Atlantic City immediately pops into my head. Fucking him, again, was exactly what I needed. He made love to every inch of my body, slow and tender. Made sure I got exactly what I asked for. As rough around the edges as he appears, he’s a gentle, attentive lover. And, although I still haven’t given him my cell number, I’ll definitely fuck him again, and again, and again. Strong hands, muscular arms, chiseled chest…yes, Lawd, I’ll fuck him down. Whew, he had my pussy singing.
“Umm, what are you sitting over there smiling about?” Porsha asks, eyeing me. All three of them have their eyes glued on me.
“Yes, do share,” Felecia says, twisting her body in my direction.
I shake my head. “I was sitting here thinking about some of our encounters over the years,” I lie, smiling wider.
Persia sits up in her seat, fanning herself. “Girrrrrrl, and we definitely have some stories to tell. Mmmph.”
“Ooooh, I bet y’all do,” she says, laughing. “’Cause y’all some real freaky bitches.”
We all laugh. Persia starts telling Felecia about one of our sexapades. The time we fucked a NFL football player while vacationing on Saint Lucia. We were staying at the Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort, where he was staying as well for a wedding he was attending. Six-six, two hundred forty pounds of solid man muscle. When Porsha walked back up into our villa with him in tow—bare-chested, wearing a pair of swim trunks and Louis Vuitton flip-flops, my pussy immediately moistened. And I knew Persia’s did as well, the way she started twisting in her seat. We had been on the island for over a week without any dick or suitable prospects and we had been getting antsy. So when Porsha walked in with him we knew we’d hit the jackpot. We encircled him, then pounced on him like starved lioness, devouring every inch of him. Porsha and Persia sucked his dick while I sucked on his balls. Then we alternated sitting on his face, grinding down on his tongue, anticipating getting fucked with his thick seven-and-a-half inches. But, unbeknownst to us, pussy wasn’t what he had in mind. He wanted ass. That was his fetish. That was his desire. And that’s what we gave him. Deep and fast, we rode down on his cock, keeping his mouth stuffed with titties and pussy until he had us squirting out of our cunts and asses. We fucked him two days in a row, and would’ve fucked him for the rest of our stay there had he not come out of his face asking us to eat each other’s pussies.
Felecia grimaces. “Ugh, no, he didn’t ask y’all to do some perverted shit like that. And that nasty motherfucker couldn’t see that y’all were sisters?”
