You Can't Help Who You Love

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our apartment and put up this stuff we just bought, then hit the road for two hours. I just wanted to step out tonight with my friends. It was Friday and I was READY to turn up. I had come out of my shell a little more since meeting Dallas and Marquis. They were fun and they always looked out. After we placed all the things up in our apartments, we switched outfits and headed back to Dallas’ crib. We had just saw my father yesterday, so I know he was busy dealing with that girl Missy. She looked to be a few years older than me. But, we could all tell he LIKED her.
    We made it back home at 8:45. I knew, nine times out of ten, that we were going to stay because wasn’t no way they were letting us drive back late at night, being that we were going out to the club anyways. I didn’t mind though, so we both packed overnight clothes in advance. We pulled up to his house and cut the car off. Before we could step out the car good, Quis was all in Halee’s face; I think they are so cute together. I headed inside to give them space, though they just saw one another yesterday. I found Dallas in his usual spot on that damn game.
    “Add a player and get ready to take this ass cutting I have waiting on you!” I taunted him. He didn’t say nothing as he smirked and added me in. This time, we were playing a boxing game and I was beating that ass. “You can’t fuck with me boo! ADMIT IT!” I said after I won. He shook his head and passed me the blunt he was smoking. We sat around pre gaming before we got dressed for the club.
    Halee and I excused ourselves and headed to get dressed. I was feeling good and was ready to take on the world. I stepped out in a sheer mesh bodysuit that was fitting me super right! I paired it with some black Red bottoms. My body was steadily filling out and I had no complaints about it either. I sat at the mirror and straightened my all grey Brazilian sew-in. I had gotten it last week and it was still right. The fact that I was still blessed with my baby hairs had me on FLEEK. No, it wasn’t the type of shit girls these days make with all the gel and shit. I naturally had some good ass hair, thanks to my dad. I was the shit and then some! I sat and beat my face to perfection and added in my Tiffany and Co earrings and necklace that Dallas got me for my birthday and was done. I was POPPIN honey!
    Halee stepped out the bathroom in a two-piece cut up crop top outfit and it was royal blue. The color stood out so pretty on her tanned skin. On her feet were some wrap around heels that were giving me life. She was laced in diamonds. “Damn bitch, you’re trying to make bro catch a charge or something?” I asked her. She was lit like a fucking candle.
    “Girl, no. You know it’s a must to step out and kill shit at all times possible!” She shrugged. I laughed at her because she was so nonchalant about everything she did. We stepped out the room and the fellas looked at us like they wanted to say fuck the party. I smirked at Dallas because I knew what he was thinking. I walked over to the bottle of Hennessy they had and poured me a shot. I threw it back and fixed myself another one. They had two more blunts in rotation and I had every intention of hitting them both. Back to back. I was most definitely feeling myself tonight. I stared at Dallas and wanted nothing more than to sit on his dick. My nipples hardened and my pussy started jumped at the thought. I bit my lip and eyed him down. He looked fresh to death in a plain white tee and some Robin jeans, decked out with some new J’s that had just dropped. He was so simple, yet so capturing. I could do nothing as I stared at him lustfully. He caught me watching him and shifted his dick to another side of his pants.
    “Oh hell no! Y’all better stop that shit right now!” Halee hollered. Immediately, we started laughing. We were caught and still didn’t care.
    “Let them do them baby,” Quis said, caressing her shoulder. It was now 11:30, so we jumped

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