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She sucks her teeth. “Whatever. Let me go jump in the shower so I can get out of here on time.” I watch as she walks out of the kitchen, shaking my head. Bless her heart, I think, getting up to remove the whistling kettle from the stove. I glance up at the clock. It’s time to get my day started, I think, dropping a teabag into my cup, then pouring hot water over it. Yup, she’s our mother alright, but she’s still a mess!
Persia
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
“Paradise Boutique, how can I help you?” I answer into the phone, glancing over at this chick messing up a table of assorted designer T-shirts that were neatly folded until her ass started ruffling through them. I want to charge over there and smack the shit out of her. But the deep, dreamy voice on the other end distracts me from kindly swinging Miss Messy Ass out the door.
“Hey, beautiful…I’ve been thinkin’ about you all morning.”
I blink. “Who is this?”
He laughs. “Oh, here you go wit’ this again. You done forgot me that quick, again?”
It doesn’t take long for me to realize that this deep, panty wetting voice on the other end isn’t calling for me. It’s for Paris. But, curiosity creeps up in me. And since he can’t tell our voice patterns apart, I decide not to tell him he has the wrong one. Instead, I start to wonder if he’s as sexy in person as he sounds on the phone. Wonder why Paris hasn’t mentioned him. I need to see what this man looks like in the flesh. I smile. “Maybe, maybe not,” I answer, coyly. My pussy comes alive.
“Yeah, aiight. Well, check this out. I haven’t forgotten you; especially not after that last ep we had together.”
My cunt purrs. Ohmygod, that sneaky heifer has fucked this delicioussounding motherfucker and hasn’t said one word about it. “Is that so?” I ask, keeping my eye on Miss Messy, wishing she’d get the hell on up out of here while I talk to this dreamy delight on the other end. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about?”
“Yo, don’t front. You already know.”
“Tell me, daaaady,” I coo into the phone.
“I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout that good pussy. My dick’s been hard all day.”
A tinge of jealousy sweeps through me, but is quickly replaced with lecherous thoughts of fucking him myself. I moan. “Mmmm, and I love me some hard dick.” I wonder how big it is. Is it fat and long, or short and stumpy?
“And my dick loves how you make it feel. Damn. I wanna come to Paradise and get some more pleasure.”
A smile creeps across my face. An opportunity presents itself. How can I resist?
I can’t.
No, I have to.
Hmmm. I wonder why Paris never mentioned this one.
It’s obvious. She wants him to herself.
Or maybe she’s waiting for the right time to bring him to us so we can all feast on him, together.
Maybe not; maybe she’s interested in him for herself.
Then she would’ve told us about him. She would’ve said he’s off limits.
But we share everything. No one has ever been off limits.
“Why didn’t you call my cell?” I ask, fishing to see exactly how well Paris and this mystery man know each other. Even though it’s obvious she’s already fucked and sucked him by the way he’s talking, if Paris was really interested in him, he’d have her cell number, and he would’ve known she was out of town. I hold my breath. Wait for his answer.
He laughs. “Yo, you know you been frontin’ hard. All the sexin’ we do and you still haven’t hit me with it. It’s like you wanna see a nigga beg. Is that what you want, baby?”
Hmmm…she can’t be too interested then.
But she’s fucked him more than once.
That doesn’t mean anything.
She still hasn’t given him her number, so that says to me she has no intentions of giving it to him. And I can fuck him, too.
