Don't Forget About Me| August Alsina Story

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"Oh my Gawd, I know damn well dis' nigga ain't- Aug get da' fuck up!"

He mumbled a few more inaudible statements before moaning loudly into my ear.

"Ahhh shit juss' like det' Mani."

I froze up for a minute and just stared at his chest. W-What did he just say? Did he just really call out my name?

Now if I remember correctly he's having a wet dream a heated one at that. Yet, he's sitting here calling out my name, dreaming about me riding his brains out. Even though he has a whole girlfriend.

Not a half, but a whole girl.

I stayed quiet for a good thirty minutes listening to him moan for me to go faster or to arch my back deeper, surprisingly this didn't make me uncomfortable at all....it made me curious. I wonder what else he's been thinking about.

I shifted a little underneath him and rubbed up against something hard and big. I rubbed up against it a little more trying to analyze it to figure out what it was, but couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I knew it wasn't my remote, it wasn't this big, I knew it couldn't have been my deodorant stick. It felt more like a febreeze can or something of that nature. I rubbed against it a few more times and heard August husky voice chiming in my ear.

"Yea, right thea' baybeh."

I was confused for a minute until I realized exactly what my thigh was hugged up against.

I rubbed it one last time and sure enough August let out a moan from deep within his throat.

After I realized what I was doing, I didn't move a muscle. I figured it would be best if I just waited for him to wake his horny ass up.

No less than thirty minutes later he started to shift on top of me before finally climbing off of me and on to the other side of the bed. He let out a long yarn while also stretching his body out before he turned and faced me. I hadn't noticed how focused I was on him until he began to talk to me.

"W-Wazzam mama, why ya' starin' at meh'?"

"Oh," I quickly shook my head, trying to rid myself of my flustered thoughts," N-No reason."

After I said that it got quiet and I just looked around the room for a bit and chuckled once I seen the in famous Mary Jane duffle bag. I was about to ask him about it until he began to speak.

"Um, so um do-do ya' rememba' anythang from earlier?" He asked out of the blue.

"Ugh, do I," I scoffed," It was a big mistake, I should have neva' done dat' shit." I said referring to smoking.

"F-Fareal?"

"Yeah, it was disgustin'."

"D-Dat's really how you feel my Mani?" He asked looking a bit hurt.

"Hell yea, I can't believe I did dat' nasty shit, then wit' yo' ass." I laughed lightly.

Can't believe I got high with his already semi- insane ass.

"I mean damn Mani da' shit wasn't det' bad, was it? I mean," He held his head down," I liked it." He said softly.

What's his problem?

"Yes it was it was unlady like, det' shit was disgustin' in my book."

He let out a cold chuckle,"Well sorry it was so fuckin' disgustin' ta' ya', maybe da' shit we shared was a big ass mistake!"

He glared at me one last time before he stormed out the room slamming the door which caused me to jump a little in the bed.

I sat up against the headboard trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened.