Deep Down Inside Of Me ~Prodigy Story~

Game On Baby

~Morning~

Tavia,

Ugh, another day of school! Have you ever wished that you were just smart enough to skip school? Some of the shit I lean will never help me in my future but they're required classes.

I hate waking up earlier but I rather not spend my evenings doing school either. I just wanna get them over with. 

I was standig in the mirror of my bathroom straightening my hair. One side was straight while the other wasn't... So straight.

Since Im Chars wake up call, I sat my phone on the counter, put it on speaker and called her.

"Yes?" Char answers, her voice sounding winy and tired.

"Damn, was it that rough?" I burst into laughter. I could go on and on about this.

"...No"

"Send me a quick selfie"

"What? No. I look a mess"

"Sex hair?"

"Tavia...."

"Haha.... By the way Luke and I didn't have sex last night."

"So.."

"Hows the baby?"

"Fine. I just want to go a head and get it out"

"6 months"

"That's too long, oh God" she sighs deeply.

"So wassup"

"nothing, just Laying in the middle of Prods bed"

"Where's he?"

"Downstairs. I can't move so..."

"Tell him to stop being so damn rough"

"I like it rough"

"You know we're friends right?"

"I had no idea" Char sounded shocked. Sarcasm of course.

"Anyway.. Just because we are doesn't mean tell me how you like it in bed. I don't care" 

"Yes you do" She laughs

"I really don't"

"What if you have to set me up on a blind date? You need to know how I like it so you know to make sure he's rough in bed" 

"Wow.. Char. Im pretty sure I'll randomly setting you up on a blind date. Are you coming to school?"

"No"

"You need to stop skipping"

"Ok.. So me and Prod fucked last night... Im tired"

"I knew that already. After your child is like two, you're gonna be pregnant again"

"Hell no"

"Yes, I already see it."

"Prod just walked in, Ill see you well talk to you later" 

"iight... Homie."

"The fuck?" Char laughs. "Bye Tavia"

I laugh with her, "Bye" 

Char,

"Look who's awake" Prod walks to his side of the bed with a glass of orange juice.

"Meee" I smile. "Aww you're so sweet" I reach for the juice but he pulls back.

"Whatcha talking bout? This is mine"

"Share!"

"No, go pour your own"

"Baby"

"What?" Prod takes a sip. 

"So tempted to knock the glass out your fucking hand"

"Then Ima slap my hand across that ass" 

"ooo" I bit my lip

"And I still will..." Prod smacks my ass really hard. "Cause I can"

I frown "Ow, damn it you're heavy handed I swear!"

"Damn, the way it shakes"

"You like it?" I smirk, Laying my lower body over his lap. 

"Shit, you better stop" he mumbles.

I give it a shake, "Stop what?" 

Prod sits his glass on the night, "Char you play so damn much" 

"Smack it" I giggle.

".......What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?"

"You're addicted aren't you? Can't get enough?" He was now smirking.

"Ugh! No. Im not addicted" I climb off him. "You and Tavia are annoying"

"What does Tavia have to do with our sex life?"

"Oh... She keeps calling me a sex addict because Im always with you. She assumes we fuck every time"

"Oh. You're the one addicted"

"No Im not. Fine we won't fuck for two weeks!"

"That's not necessary"

"Just proving that Im not addicted..." I smirk headed for the bathroom. "Lets see how you take it" 

"Damn it. I said.... It wasn't.. Necessary" He says as I shut the door, realizing I was ignoring him. 

"Oh! And Im not touching you like that either! It'll drive you crazy" I add on. 

"YES YOU ARE"

"Im not!"

"It'll drive you even crazier I bet. Ha haaa, this is now a competition."

"Oh no..."

"Game on baby.." 

I knew he was smirking... But hey, game on.

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