Janelle walked into the house carrying a pizza box. She tossed her keys on the small table by the door, and walked over sitting the pizza on the coffee table.
“Oh. My. God. They’re so slow at- MAMA! I know you don’t have Mike in your titties!”
Denise exhaled a smooth stream of smoke down on you.
“You better believe I do. You ain’t the only one who likes cute white boys,” Denise said laughing.
Janelle looked at you, almost with a look of jealousy and disappointment.
“Whatever,” she said, grabbing a slice of pizza. Denise grabbed a slice as well and she’d occasionally hold it down in front of you so you could take a bite. When she finished she fished you out of her tits and handed you over to Janelle.
“Here, Mike best stay with you. I’m gonna head to bed, and if he goes in my bedroom he might find himself in a situation he can’t handle,” Denise laughed.
Janelle stretched out her hand and Denise dropped you into Janelle’s awaiting palm. Denise got up and headed down the hallway.
“She’s crazy,” Janelle said, an embarrassed look on her face.
“Ah, she’s fun,” you replied. “So, uh, I really like your freckles. They’re really cute.”
Janelle blushed and pulled her shirt over her mouth to hide her grin. She dropped her shirt and bit her lip.
“Shut up,” she said flirtatiously.
“No, I mean it,” you replied, with an odd new found confidence. “When you got in the car I thought ‘this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’”
“Aaaaand what would your girlfriend say if she knew you were telling me this?” Janelle asked.
“I don’t have one. I’ve never had one actually,” you replied, slightly embarrassed.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Janelle said, sliding a cigarette into her mouth. She took a luxurious drag, and exhaled off the side sensually.
“No, I’m serious,” you said. “This is the most interaction I’ve probably had alone with a woman in the last year…” You couldn’t believe you confessed that.
Janelle looked at you and smiled. She took another drag off her cigarette and blew smoke down at you.
“Hmm. Would you date a smoker?” she asked.
“I mean, I think I would,” you replied. You’d have never said yes to that before meeting Janelle.
“What about a mom?” She asked again, with a slightly more serious tone.
“I mean you saw me working my magic on your mom earlier,” you laughed sheepishly.
Janelle laughed.
“This may be a little forward… you wanna go to my room with me? And, yes, you’re absolutely gonna find yourself in a situation you may not be able to handle,” she said, winking.
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