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kid,” I retort, growing weary of his arrogance.
    “Ooh, smart mouth. I know what to do with smart mouths,” he coos, drawing closer.
    I tilt my head to one side, perusing him seductively. Poor boy, he is in for a rollercoaster ride and doesn’t even know it.
    “So, why are we here talking about it?” I set my drink down on the table in front of us.
    Rachel comes over in that moment with her guy on hand. “Hey, we’re leaving. You ready?” she asks.
    “I’ve been ready,” I state, staring pointedly at Blonde Guy.
    He gives me a smirk and extends his hand to me. I take his proffered hand, rising, and he grips and squeezes my waist. I flash him a sultry look that earns me a gasp and widened eyes. Yup, now I’m in my zone.
     

     
    Our entire apartment is carpeted with a soft, cream matting. It has two rooms, both with queen-sized beds, a walk-in closet with drawers on the outside, and huge vanities. The bathroom is spacious, having a large, pearl oval bath with brass lining and piping and a matching overhead shower. The kitchen has a black marble countertop and a black marble island, black stove and silver refrigerator.
    The living room is big enough to be another room. We have one plush black leather couch, a comfortable grey L-shaped couch to the right of it and a black chaise lounge by the massive window that shows off the view of the Philadelphia skyline. Silk scarves cover the lamps in the living room, giving the room a rosy pink hue. The apartment, I thought, is girly, with a touch of masculinity – a healthy balance.
    As the guys chat loudly with Rachel, I decide to get more comfortable. After a quick shower, I slip on a red lace Teddy and matching lace panties. A thick, curvy beauty, I fill the bosoms of my lingerie with my cleavage spilling to the top. The lace hugs my curves perfectly. There is no hiding my agenda in this outfit.
    I saunter into the living room and catch the eye of Blonde Guy.
    “Well, I think that’s my cue,” he mutters, getting up. He makes his way over to me and I tug him into my room, waving to Rachel and her guy and closing the door.
    Turning into him, he cups my face and kisses me deeply. He moans into my mouth as our tongues touch. I undress him, tugging his shirt over his head and sliding his pants down after quickly pulling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his fitted jeans. His erection strains through his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Not as impressive as Ben’s though.
    I run my hands silkily over his bare chest. He’s a waxer. So vain. He inhales sharply and shudders as I flick my finger over one of his nipples. I push him onto the bed and straddle him, reaching down and licking his nipples.
    Blonde Guy grips my head and holds me in place as I tease him, sucking hard. He lets out a haunting groan and his erection throbs against my mound. Flipping me over , he sinks to the floor. He slinks my underwear down and off my legs then, pulling me down to him, buries his face in my center, much to my distaste. I hate when guys go down on me.
    He licks wildly making me writhe with discomfort. Parting my folds, he flicks his tongue on my clit making everything south of my stomach tighten. I slip the dress over my head and begin to tease my nipples, taking them between my thumb and index fingers, rolling them. A spike of ecstasy flutters through my body at my own touch. I can feel my sex watering.
    He jerks me feverishly as he inserts two fingers inside me, not creating the desired effect. But I oblige him nonetheless. I stretch for the condom on my vanity and rip it open with my teeth. He looks up from beneath me then grabs the condom and quickly rolls it on. He strokes his length and looks at me with a seductive smile.
    “Are you ready for this?” Blonde Guy coaxes. He beats his length on his leg twice then approaches me with hungered intent.
    Sinking into me, I squeal at first contact, still sore from earlier. He moves slowly inside me to try to loosen me up. His body in