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contractor hit it?" Karla slapped her leg, giggling.
    "I know he's broke, but he's not dirty.  He is fine as wine, has a body, and a stroke technique out of this world!  Shit, he was doing push ups in this coochie!  I'm talking about he was hitting it from underneath me and all I had to do is just sit there and take it!  He was literally getting a workout on my body and making me go crazy the whole time!"
    "Damn, I love the sound of that.  Girl, you making me wanna get out of here sooner." Roni was excited.
    Karla just sat there, amazed, and also very curious about what sex even felt like.  She'd kissed men and had men to touch her body, but she never knew what it felt like to be with anyone.  She was a virgin by choice and made a decision to be careful who she gave her body to.
    "Don’t that make you wet just listening, Karla?"  Roni playfully elbowed Karla.
    Karla looked at the television and didn't say anything.
    "What's wrong girl?  You act like you a virgin, sometime!  We never hear about your little hot stories."
    "Yeah, Karla you are a little uptight, girl!" Angie laughed.
    When Karla didn't laugh, they began to believe it was true.
    "Karla, what's up?"
    "Well, my best friends, I am a virgin."
    Angie had an amused look on her face.  Roni was glad that her suspicion was confirmed.
    "Why?" Angie asked, smothering a giggle.
    "Well, I just never found the one that I want to give it to, that's why."
    "Damn, girl, you don’t get horny or nothing?" Roni swallowed more of her Corona.
    "Of course I do.  I mean, I'm just like any other woman.  I just- I don't know. I just want it to be right."
    "Damn, I wished I could say that.  That's something to admire, cuz I hate that I gave my goods to some of these unworthy tackhead dudes," Roni said.
    "I feel you on that!" Angie laughed. 
    "Can we finish talking about Nasir, Angie.  I don’t wanna talk about my virginity."
    "Okay, but you know we gotta get back on that one day." Angie laughed.
    "Whatever", Karla laughed.
    "Nasir is just somebody I am bangin when I feel neglected by Brandon and I don't wanna talk about him right now."
    "Well, I tell ya'll what.  I don't wanna talk at all right now.  My coochie is flowing like Niagara Falls right now, so I will holla at y'all in about two hours," Roni grabbed her keys and playfully blew kisses at her friends.
    "What you mean two hours, I thought you said an hour," Angie said.
    "Well, I do wanna go home and shower before I come back.  Don't wanna be here smelling like sex.  The pheromones in the air might turn Karla on and make her run off and lose her virginity tonight." Roni giggled.
    Karla threw one of the accent pillows from the sofa, at Roni. "Now you gonna tease me forever about this."
    "Not forever.  Just 'til you get some!" she stuck her tongue out and ran out of the door.
    "That girl is a mess, but we love her," Angie shook her head.
    "Yeah. Gotta love her." Karla agreed.
    "Well, we can skip girl talk for now.  Let's pop in that movie." Angie said.
    "Cool", Karla was relieved.
    Roni couldn't believe Jarin was actually in a hotel room.  She kept thinking of how he paid for it.  He might have swindled a free night out of the manager somehow, or had his mother to give him her debit card again.  However, it didn't matter.  All that mattered was that he was lying across the bed, naked, and ready for her.  His thick, erect nine inches showed all the anticipation he was feeling. 
    She took off her shirt and lied it on the chair next to the bed.
    "Damn, you look so sexy girl," he whispered as he slid her skirt up over her voluptuous hips and grabbed her round, plump ass.  She had on a pair of blue thongs and a matching bra. 
    "Oh, I'm so turned on, baby," she purred.
    "I know you are," he turned her around to face him, as he sat on the bed.  He pulled her down on top of his hardness.  She felt him through her panties and her pussy went from wet to extra slippery.  She slid her panties to the side and his

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