Page 22 of Same Girl
“Nigga, that’s what I said,” Chosen replied.
“Whatever happens here is just between the three of us. No judgment,” I stated.
Fyve lifted an eyebrow. “Word?”
“Word,” Chosen replied.
“I’m down,” Fyve stated, clapping and rubbing his hands together. He was very competitive and hated losing anything.
“Fyve, you go first,” I announced.
He reached inside the bowl after taking a sip of wine and read his question. “Have you ever sexted someone? Hell yeah. We do that shit all the time,” he answered, smirking at me.
I winked. “It’s fun and helps me get off when I’m all alone.” Our gazes connected, and his smile fell just a little. I knew he had to be thinking about times when I wasn’t alone, and Chosen was here instead.
“My turn.” Chosen cleared his throat and pulled my attention his way. He reached inside the bowl and pulled out a question. “Have you ever kissed a stranger? Hell no,” he answered, reaching for a shot. Once he had downed it, he unlaced his left shoe and removed it.
“Mya,” Fyve called.
I took a sip of wine, reached inside the bowl, and pulled out a strip of paper. “Have you ever had a one-night stand? No, I haven’t.” I took a shot, removed my T-shirt, and we continued for a while.
I was tipsy and down to my panties, and Fyve’s ass was drunk as hell by the time the questions got a bit steamier. He was in his underwear, but Chosen’s freaky ass still had his jeans and underwear on.
“Have you ever shown your test results to someone you weren’t intimately involved with?” Fyve read. “No, I haven’t.”
Chosen and I stared at him.
“What?”
“That’s an easy one. Either get butt ass naked with a shot or show your results to your friend,” I suggested.
Blame It On The Alcohol
Fyve pulledhis phone out while Chosen pulled another strip of paper.
“Have you ever sexted a picture to someone?” he read. “I’ve done it to you on a few occasions,” he revealed and winked at me just before Fyve showed his phone to Chosen.
“My turn,” I announced, leaning forward and pulling a piece of paper out of the bowl. “Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?” I looked between the two of them and slowly shook my head.
“That’s an easy one,” Fyve challenged, trying to be funny.
I grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged at them.
“Whoa, wait a minute, baby,” Fyve stated, jumping up and grabbing my hands.
“What’s wrong? You’ve both seen me before.” The idea that had been floating in my head since they confronted me the night of Chosen’s proposal began to take off with steam. I wanted to see where it might lead me.
“Yeah, but that was one-on-one. How I’m supposed to feel ’bout this, li’l baby?”
“Feel how you feel, but I’m not taking another shot,” I replied and jerked away from him. I pulled my panties down and jerked them over my feet. Hopping onto the armchair again, I spread both my legs over the arms of the chair and slowly circled my clitoris with my thumb.
The nervousness that might usually have accompanied something like this was nowhere in sight. In fact, the mere thought of them watching me turned me on and hardened my nipples. I could already feel myself growing moist with the knowledge that I was doing this for them.
Fyve watched in amazement before he glanced at Chosen, who stared on with lust-heavy eyes. I moved my thumb across my pearl and pinched it with my thumb and index finger before I dipped down and parted my slit with both hands. I made my pussy pulse a few times and watched Chosen grab his manhood before Fyve grabbed another shot and downed it.
I played in my pussy, delighting in the sloshing sound of my juices as I plunged my fingers in and out. My hips rocketed up as my clit hardened.
“Ohh,” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip. It felt so good, and I became lost in my delirium as my fingers slid in and out of my pussy. I cleaned my juices from my fingers with my mouth. Satisfied that they were completely clean, I returned them inside of me again, this time adding another finger and another until I was four fingers, knuckle deep inside of myself.
