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“Yes the hell he did,” Persia responds. “And his ass was dead serious, too.”
Porsha chimes in. “Girl, he was really trying to take it over the edge with that shit. Then he kept pressing the issue when we told him we didn’t get down like that.”
“He even offered to pay us,” I add, shaking my head.
Felecia’s eyes pop open. “Oh, wow…how much?” She asks this as if the amount would’ve made a difference. I tell her ten grand. “Ten thousand dollars? And all y’all had to do is eat each other out? That’s a lot of money to turn down.”
I blink, then frown. Bitch, you must be sick!
“No thank you, boo,” Porsha says, “There’s not enough money in this world for something like that to go down.”
Felecia eyes her, then cuts her eyes over at me and Persia. “Hmmm…now back to these sexapades. Y’all have never licked and lapped on each other, or wanted to?”
Persia and I shake our heads in unison. “Ugh. Never.”
“I love my sisters,” Porsha adds, getting up from her seat. “But I don’t love them enough to ever have them finger, face, or tongue-fuck me. And I’m sure they feel the same way.” Persia and I concur. She grabs the pitcher. “I’m gonna go refill this.”
“Oooh, wait,” Felecia says, extending her arm and opening and closing her hand like she’s trying to grab for something in the air. “Let me get some of that fruit that’s down on the bottom. That’s where the real treat is.” Porsha takes her glass and scoops out a few pieces of mango, melon, and strawberries, then hands it back to her.
“Anyone else?” Porsha asks Persia and me. We shake our heads. “I’ll be right back, then.” She walks off, leaving the three of us to continue where we’ve left off. Felecia wants to know if we’ve ever been with other women.
“Oh no, baby,” Persia informs her. “I’m all about the dick. The only clit I wanna feel is my own. There’s nothing another woman can do for me except tell me where the next shoe sale is, okay.” She swirls her finger inside her drink, then pulls it out and sucks it. “Fuck what you heard. Dick does the body real good.”
I have nothing to add so I twirl my glass b
etween my fingers, then take a sip. My mind floats back to Desmond. His face, his mesmerizing eyes, his sculpted body, his delicious dick, and the way he spooned in back of me and held me in his arms...
And then…I wonder if he’s somewhere thinking about me.
How could he not be? I fed him my cunt, creamed in his mouth, sucked his sweet, salty nut out of his dick, then we fucked…hot, sweaty, toe-curling fucking until we cried out, clinging onto the waves of pleasure.
Persia
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“Well, like I said,” Felecia goes on, still stuck on talking about our romps with men. “I really don’t know how y’all do it. What happens if one of you start catching feelings for one of the guys y’all fucking? Or if he catches feelings for one of you?”
“Hmmm, good question,” I say. “I guess we’d have to cross that bridge when we got to it. But if it did happen, where one of us started feeling some kind of way toward a man, I don’t believe any one of us would pursue it further; especially knowing that he’d been fucking all three of us.”
“Well, what if he wanted to be in a relationship with the three of you?”
I shrug. “Unless he could afford to take care of us, I don’t see something like that ever working. Then there’d be the issue of kids. I don’t know if we’d want to put them through all that. Kids can be real cruel and the last thing I’d want is to have my child being teased and taunted about having cousins who are also their half-brothers and sisters. That would be a mess.”
“Girl, you ain’t never lied about that,” Felecia states, making a face.
“Besides, our mother would take to the grave for sure.” I laugh, glancing over at Paris. She’s sitting over there, looking like she’s lost in thought. I lean up and snap my fingers over in her direction. “Earth to Paris…where are you, girl?”
“Huh, what did you say?”
Felecia laughs. “Damn, girl, you were real deep in thought. You wanna share?”
“Chile,” Paris says, shifting her eyes, “it’s been a long night and this wine has me zoning.” She sips the rest of her drink. “Now what were y’all saying about someone having kids with the same man? I only heard bits and pieces of the story.”
I eye her.
She eyes me back. “What?”
“Annnyway,” I say, turning back to Felecia, “changing the subject. Do you think you’ve ever shared Andre with another woman?” I cross my legs, wait for her answer.
