HOME – 5:08 a.m.
A faint outline of silver around the curtain edges and a spilling from the cracked bathroom door were the only light in the darkened room.
I searched. “Tyler?” She was motionless. Her long frame strewn across Cami’s bed. “Be quiet, she’s asleep.”
We tiptoed in. Sway placed the empty snack containers into the trash. “I’m going to take a shower. Are you coming?” I followed her lead, securing the door behind us.
Sway dialed the water pressure, holding her hand under the spray for temperature. “I guess vampires do sleep at night.”
Sway laughed. “Stop”.
As she unclasped her bra, I moved in, grabbing and sucking. “Give me that titty.”
She giggled at my playfulness. “I have to pee.”
“You’re so ticklish.”
She lowered her denims and panties and sat.
“I’m going first.” I tossed my clothes into a pile in the corner.
Sway short-stopped me, gripping my phallus into a tight fist. “No, you’re not. Not until I suck some of this dick.”
My erection was instantaneous, stiff, and rigid. “Damn, you’ve missed me, haven’t you?” She stroked me with one hand as she took my scrotum into the cupped palm of the other, squeezing and tugging at my balls.
“Fuck that feels good…” Sway coughed slightly as she drank. She finished me off, lapping me clean with her tongue.
After showering, we hurried under the covers, snuggling, spooning tightly. We cuddled and nestled until our tremors subsided.
Sway’s curious hand found its way to my nut sack, fondling and toying. She turned slightly, placing her lips to my ear. “I want to fuck.”
“Right here? Right now?”
She drew the blanket and comforter completely over us. “I need you inside of me.”
“What about Tyler?” I easily entered her wetness. She backed, forcing me deep. I held steady as she twerked and gyrated against me. “I love you, Sway.”
She nodded, pulling my fingers to her mouth, biting and sucking the tips. As I kissed her cheek, I tasted tears of happiness.
But our blissful moment was abruptly ended. Sway stiffened. “What was that?”
I peeked, lowering the covers to the bridge of my nose. I ducked back under. “That was Tyler. She was staring right at me…like a fucking owl.”
There was shuffling and movement as she walked the floor. “What is she doing?”
“I don’t know, Sway, and I don’t want to know, okay?”
We were frozen in anticipation, sensing, waiting. The thick silence was broken by a slow, animalistic, guttural growl.
Sway snatched the covers to her chest. She clawed into my thigh at the revelation.
Tyler was upright, doggy, choking the center of the tremendous sex object, stuffing and jamming it between her perfectly sculpted cheeks. The opposing end of the double-dong dildo dangled and flopped with each stroke.
She lowered her face into her pillows, increasing her pace, rubbing her pussy and clit.
Her rasp was gone, replaced with whooshes and yelps as she cried in pleasure. Her shrieks pierced our ears as her orgasm approached.
We hid, listening silently as she recovered. My limp dick eased out, dropping between the two of us onto the sheet.
There was movement again. The footsteps passed us and faded. The bathroom door closed and locked. The water rushed.
“What in the fuck just happened, Sway?”
“I’m in shock. I can’t believe what I just saw. All the time I was out whoring, I never witnessed anything like that.”
“I feel like… I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”
Sway reversed, facing me. “Stay away from her, Andre. Promise me you’re not going to fuck her.”
“Fuck her? I’m worried that bitch will try to fuck me!”
MARCH 8, 2020
KNOCKOUT SPORTS BAR – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 12:01 p.m.
Sway and I had our usual. The Knockout Burger for me and the Uppercut for Sway. Tyler had the same as Sway.
As we ate, Tyler’s meal sat untouched. I looked to her. She was focused, scanning the room, chewing, and blowing bubbles. “Are you not hungry, Tyler?”
She removed her gum with her fingers, rolling it into a ball. She stuck it to the side of her plate. “Yes, I’m very hungry.” She took a hefty bite.
“Are you okay?”
“Just looking at all the thieves.”
“What thieves?” I glanced. “Who? Who are we talking about?”
“All of them.”
“All of them?”
“Every one of them.”
“The people in here?”
“Yes…” She took a second bite, lifting a napkin to the corners of her mouth. “They all get where they are by stealing from the poor and the underprivileged.”
“Everybody, Tyler? What about people who are already rich?”
“They inherited their wealth from thieves. Think about how much had to be stolen for them to have enough left over for generations.”
“You’re parents…”
“My parents weren’t thieves. They were like us, black and white, who don’t know the hustle, listening, obeying, and playing by the rules. No shortcuts. Until we open our eyes and wake up, we stay buying into all the bullshit while they rob our pockets.” She took a long sip of soda. “And these extreme right-wingers. They know how it all works. They understand it, and they protect the system in hopes of one day having a seat at the table.
“Dumb ass white women supporting, and black ass coons licking boots, hoping for acceptance or a handout.” She looked to Sway. “And they don’t care about you either.”
“No?”
I cut in, “She’s saying it because of how white women are treated.” I looked to Tyler. “Am I right?”
“You’re dead right, Andre.” Tyler leaned in, “Sway, you’re considered property. A piece of meat to bear children, cook meals, and keep the house. They marry you for your servitude. Ownership disguised as love. They don’t respect your mind or have any tolerance for your goals or ambitions. They even treat their daughters the same way. Maintaining racism and white privilege is above all…”
Sway rose, darting towards the exit. I chased behind.
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