Wild Cherry by K'wan Page B

condom off him and stroking the rest of the nut out of him. “You ain’t got no more for me, Daddy?” I pleaded while trying to stroke him back to an erection.
    â€œMan, y’all young girls don’t play. Give a nigga minute to catch his breath,” he huffed.
    â€œTell you what, why don’t I go in the kitchen and get us both something cold to drink, and then I’ll see if I can get your big man to agree to another round.” I kissed the shaft of his dick, making it jump.
    â€œYeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” He ran his hand over the back of my head. “Go in the freezer, and there’s some cherry smoothie in a pitcher.”
    â€œHow did you know that cherry smoothies were my favorite?” I gave him my phoniest smile.
    â€œWord—mine, too. Why don’t you go pour us a few glasses so we can get back to it?”
    â€œOkay, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen, making sure I swung my ass the whole way. When I got in the kitchen, I rinsed my mouth in the sink. I found the pitcher of smoothie and sat it on the counter, along with two tall glasses. I peeked in the living room to make sure Jackie was still where I left him before pulling the balloon out of my bra. Gina never said how much to use, so I emptied the entire contents of the balloon into Jackie’s glass. I watched the reddish-brown liquid settle into the bottom of the glass and wondered for the thousandth time if I was doing the right thing.
    â€œDamn girl, what the fuck is taking you so long!” Jackie screamed from the living room, removing all doubt. I poured the smoothie into his glass and watched the liquid on the bottom blend in perfectly.
    â€œI’ll be right there, big daddy,” I called back, stirring the fatal drink with my finger.

EIGHTEEN
    Gina
    I felt like such a fucking whore. I had had a one-night stand or three in the past, but this one made me feel especially dirty.
    â€œYo, on the real, that was some good pussy,” Slim declared. He was lying on the bed beside me. On the nightstand were two glasses of Alizé Red Passion.
    Princess had told me where to find him, and true to form, he showed up like clockwork at the liquor store. I was wearing some tight-ass shorts and a tank top with no bra, and of course he couldn’t resist trying to lay his mack down. He was surprised that I had actually gone for the weak-ass lines he was kicking, but even more surprised that Red Alizé was my drink of choice, too. We stood in front of the liquor store talking for a few minutes before jumping in my car and heading to the hourly motel off of Fourteenth and Tenth.
    Slim talked big shit the whole time, but when we got down to business, it was a different story. Granted, he was a pretty decent size, but he couldn’t fuck. He tried to force his self inside me before I was even wet, and when he finally did get the pussy, he didn’t know what to do with it. Slim pounded away like he was doing me, but all he was really doing was bruising my insides. I got no pleasure from sleeping with my friend’s man, and was thrilled beyond words when he finally came, a half hour later.
    â€œGood pussy for good dick.” I snuggled against him and kissed his chest. His skin tasted like old bologna, but I acted like it was as sweet as candy. “Listen, why don’t you go in the bathroom and wash your dick so I can show you how nasty I really get.” I held my breath and let my tongue tickle the skin under his balls. “If you’re nice, I might even swallow it.”
    Slim jumped up so fast that he almost killed his self when his legs got caught in the cheap sheets. Grinning like the ass he was, Slim ducked into the bathroom, giving me time to work my magic. I scrambled to the floor and retrieved my hoochie shorts. In the pocket, I had a prescription bottle filled with the sap from my wild cherries. As the liquid dissolved