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Laughs and conversation filled our ride to McDonald’s. After we ordered half the menu, I asked the driver to turn the radio on, and I sang every song that came on, giving Weston a show. He laughed and did the ad-libs for me. We even popped a bottle of champagne, passing the bottle between us. By the time the car stopped, we had finished the entire bottle and food. The champagne was an added feature of how tipsy I was already feeling. We were on the good side of town in the expensive luxury condos. Everyone dreamed of owning one of these. So, when we pulled up in front of it, I was not surprised. Weston’s aura screamed successful and rich.

He led me inside his condo. We hopped on the elevator and shot up to the ninth floor. The elevator opened up right into his condo. It was beautiful. Everything was clean and in place. All the furniture and decor were dark. He didn’t have any colors in sight. I looked around and made myself at home. I saw the balcony and walked directly toward it, immediately opening it. The city streets were still busy this late. The buildings allowed the city to glow, causing all the stars in the sky to be hidden.

By the time Weston made it outside, he had changed into something more relaxing.

“Wow, I don’t know if you look better in a suit or in basketball shorts and a white tee.”

“I would say both,” he bragged.

“Cocky, I like it.” I winked. I dug into my purse and pulled out my vape pen.

“Is that weed?” he asked.

“Oops! Sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay for me to smoke. I’ll put it away.” I tried to slide it back into my purse, but he grabbed my wrist. He pulled the vape from my hand, placing it to his lips. He inhaled, then let the smoke blow from his succulent lips. I was in a trance. Never had I ever seen someone look so sexy smoking.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

I parted my mouth while watching Weston’s every move. He pulled from the vape and moved in closer. He let the smoke flow from his mouth into mine, giving me the best shotgun I ever received. Once the smoke cleared, we remained close to each other.

“You’re different,” he whispered.

I could feel the air on my lips.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked.

Weston leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me with so much passion that I had to grab onto the balcony rails to keep my balance. I met him with just as much energy and passion. We were fighting for dominance.

Weston pulled down my straps from the dress and planted kisses on my shoulder. The alcohol and weed mixed, causing the moment to intensify. I didn’t stop him. None of me wanted to stop him. My mind wasn’t on Jay any longer. It was now on Weston Jones.

2

Weston “Wes” Jones

It was two a.m., and Taja and I were sprawled naked on my living room floor. Thirty minutes ago, I had her bent over my balcony, stroking her from behind while she moaned my name out into the streets. The more she threw it back, the harder I dived into her and the louder she got. I didn’t care about the neighbors or the people below us. Taja had me in a trance, and I was hooked.

“Here.” I passed her back the vape.

Taja took it from me and I watched as the smoke rolled off her plump lips. I felt myself brick up again. Taja and I had spent hours pleasing each other, but I still wanted more. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but Taja was different. With other one-night stands, there were never rounds of sex. I never laid on the floor passing a vape back and forth with a woman. This was a foreign environment. However, not once did I feel uncomfortable with her. I wanted more of her. Taja was beautiful on the inside and out. I could tell from our first interaction that she was being her authentic self, which is rare nowadays. She had confidence out of this world. Most women see a man in a suit, car service, and my house, and they see dollar signs. They wanted me to drop money on them instantly, while Taja wanted me to drop a bag on her at McDonald’s. It was something about her.

She handed me back the vape and stood to her feet. She didn’t bother to cover herself up. My eyes never left her body. She had a curvy figure and her ass was full and round. She didn’t have big boobies, but it was enough for me. Taja was the thickest woman I had ever been with. She had milk chocolate skin, bright pink lips, and big round eyes. She was stunning.

Her yawn pulled me from admiring her body.

“Wow, for a nerdy suit-wearing guy, I didn’t expect you to be so...” Taja looked down at my dick. “Skillful.”

I laughed.

She looked at me and smiled. “I will say I rarely do this on the first night.”

We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. She smiled, and I noticed the one dimple sitting on the left side of her face. It was deep and stood out.

“You got some snacks or something?” she asked, making her way to the kitchen.

“Did you or did you not just eat McDonald’s?”

“Did I or did I not just smoke and give you the best ass in the world? I worked up an appetite, Mr. Jones.” She continued walking toward the kitchen.

I would’ve usually thrown a fit, but I was chill. I wasn’t sure if it was the weed or Taja, but I felt relaxed. I shut my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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