“Hurry up and have Aria pick up a couple of bottles.”
“No, tell Tilly or whoever is there to go get bottles. She’s my assistant, not yours.” Tyler ended the call.
Chapter Five
“You know when you said you wanted to get together and talk, this is not what I had in mind,” Aria huffed. Her idea of hanging out was day drinking, shopping, and eating crabs, not running up a damn hill. “I could’ve stayed in bed.”
Since Shane was back in town, Tyler suggested they get together before her studio session. Aria wanted to go to a day spa, Shane wanted to go to brunch, but Tyler had other plans. After a night of partying all night with Dexter, all she wanted to do was detox and get some fresh air. Being the supportive friends they were, Shane and Aria dragged their asses up one of the tallest hills in Metro Detroit so Tyler could sort out her bullshit.
“And I get you wanting fresh air, but ain’t shit about this stale ass air fresh,” Aria continued. “Stop complaining. That’s why you can’t keep up,” Tyler tossed over her shoulder.
“Bitch, I can’t keep up because you got them long ass legs. Your one stride equals two of mine,” Aria whined. “And Lord, I don’t even see poor Shane anymore.”
“We’re almost there,” Tyler encouraged with the clap of her hands.
“I’m looking for the hoessssss,” Shane sang as he strolled by on a scooter. “See you at the top, bitchessss,” he waved.
“I can’t stand his skinny ass,” Aria breathlessly jeered, watching Shane fly by them with his leg kicked up.
“Didn’t I say stop talking? You need to preserve your breath,” Tyler instructed.
“Preserve these nuts.”
By the time Aria and Tyler made it to the top of the hill, Shane was sitting in the grass sipping from a bottle of water. He thought it was good that Tyler used running as a form of therapy, but he wasn’t with the shit. If he wasn’t running to the bank to cash a check, he didn’t want to run anywhere.
“You suck.” Tyler placed her hands on top of her head to catch her breath.
While her friends hated running, Tyler loved it. After witnessing her mother's brain being beaten out of her head, the child therapist who was assigned to her case convinced Tyler that running could help control her thoughts, and it was true. If she was counting how many times her feet hit the pavement and focused on her breathing, she didn’t have time to think. As an adult, the burning in her lungs temporarily distracted her need for any substances. The soreness in her arms and legs wore her out and would allow her to have a good night’s rest without a sleep aid.
“No, bitch, you played. We’ve been friends since I borrowed your ponytail holder in first grade. You know damn well I wasn’t running no damn where. I don’t even run for a late flight, if Imiss the muthafucka, then it wasn’t meant to be.” Shane twisted his lips. “Here, take a sip of water.”
“Water?!” Aria dramatically fell to the ground. “I need a damn lung.”
“You're exaggerating. It wasn’t that bad,” Tyler said, taking a sip of her water.
Shane couldn’t help but admire his best friend. She had on a pair of brown Skims biker shorts with the matching sports bra. Her titties were sitting pretty, and instead of wearing a wig, she rocked a fitted cap, taking her sporty look to the next level.
“And best friend, the body is bodying. If I was a nigga-” Shane popped her on the ass, making it jiggle.
“You are a nigga,” she reminded him.
“You know what I mean.” He flicked water on her. “If I was a nigga I’d tear that ass up.”
“Eww, Shane,” Aria laughed.
“Oh, you not half-stepping either,” Shane winked.
Aria blew him a kiss. She knew her ass was sitting up in her black Yitty short set, and the blonde bob was icing on the cake. Standing at five feet six inches, Aria was stacked in all the right places. She had hips, thighs, titties, and thanks to her daughters, everything was natural and soft.
"Tell me something I don’t know.” Aria cupped her round ass.
“Bitch, I thought you were dying so fast,” Shane laughed.
“I was until you started feeling on Ty.” She touched his leg. “You know I like that freaky shit.”
“Uh, eh.” He swatted her hand away.
“I might need to let him hit. I haven’t cum in so longgggg,” Tyler groaned. “At this point, I’m sexually frustrated.”
