“Mmmm,” she moaned. “So fucking good. Come over here with me. Please, Day.”
He stood and she reached for the crotch of his pants. He was hard.
“Day, I want you. I thought I was coming here for you,” she moaned. Livi slurped her bud slow, like a pacifier and Stassi lost focus. “Oh my godddd!” She screamed as she gripped the sheets in front of her.
“Another time,” Day said, rejecting and confusing her. He saw the rejection hit her hard when her eyes prickled. He had embarrassed her.
“I don’t want to make love to you tonight, Stassi,” he said further explaining. “A nigga just want to watch love make you.” Smooth-ass rapper shit. Day had a way with words, and apparently, a way with women because he had two of the baddest playing out the fantasy in his head. “Easiest money you ever made,” he said. “Tell me how it feels, Stass?”
“Sooooo fuckingggg good,” she moaned. “Agh!”
Stassi’s pussy exploded. Again.
“Good girl,” he whispered, moving her hair out her face as she heaved in lust. “Good fucking girl.” He stood straight up and headed for the door.
“You’re leaving?” Stassi asked.
“This was school, Stass. Now that a nigga learned what you like, I know what to do with you,” he answered. “Enjoy yourself.It’s a beautiful fucking sight,” he said, shaking his head. He motioned to Livi. “Let me holla at you.”
Livi’s walk away was flawless as she headed to Day’s side.
He took her lips in his, devouring her, and then he looked at Stassi in surprise.
“So fucking sweet,” he said, wiping his lips with his thumb.
“Isn’t she though,” Livi agreed.
“Don’t leave no meat on that bone, Liv. Make her cry real good.” And with that, he was gone.
Stassi awoke to the sound of Livi moving around the room.
The hangover and remnants of sex caused her to groan as she rolled over onto her side.
Livi giggled. “You don’t have to go through the ‘I can’t believe I did that’ thing with me,” Livi said. “We did it, and anytime you want to do it again, I’m game. You have to admit, sex with a woman is so much better.”
Stassi blushed. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, using the white sheet to cover her body.
“It was so much better,” she laughed shyly.
Livi smiled, slipped into her clothes, then pointed to the closet. “Day’s people dropped off clothes. They’re in the closet. The room is paid for. His card is on file. If you want food or anything just charge it to the room. I’ve got to get to my shop. If you’re ever in the area, come by. I’ll hook you up,” Livi said. She pulled out a card and handed it to Stassi; suddenly, she knew where she had seen Livi before. She was a popular stylist in the city. She worked on all the big celebs and money men’s girlfriends and wives. The infamous Margo White had trained her, but when Margo had passed away, Livi had taken over her clientele and upgraded the salon to a luxury experience.
“Thanks, I will,” Stassi said.
Livi looked flawless as she hoisted her Dior tote bag onto her shoulder.
“Good luck with Day. He likes you. He’s different with you,” Livi said, giving a knowing look to Stassi.
“Different?”
“Day has never not gotten his when we’ve brought girls back for a sleepover. This shit is for him and he ain’t no gentle-ass nigga. He likes to fuck and fuck hard. He was jealous last night. He’s a nigga, so it turned him on, of course, but behind all that lust was awe and jealousy. That’s why he left. He almost couldn’t stand to hear you cum at the hands of someone else. He’s intrigued with you in a different way, Stassi. I’ve never really seen him disarmed the way he was last night. Better use that shit to your advantage.”
“How do you not care? That he likes me? That he sleeps with other women? That he pays for it?” Stassi asked, perplexed.
“Baby girl, men like Day don’t belong to nobody. That nigga’s for the streets, and that street money is for me. I ain’t no pick-me-ass bitch. I have mutual understandings with men I date, and I keep that shit moving. That’s how you avoid a broken heart.”
“So you don’t want love?” Stassi asked.
Livi got quiet and thought about her answer. Stassi could tell there was someone, somewhere, that she did want that from.
