❗WARNING: SEXUAL and MATURE CONTENT❗️
Book 3 to My Boo💋
From being a wild rebellious teenager, to hoe'n around with whomever catches her eye all while suffering from a severe bipolar disorder-this is just a fraction of the life Brandi Lorraine Ford...
"So what you wanna do for your birthday" he sits back.
"Party....get drunk....dance" I smile.
"We can do that. I'll schedule a birthday bash for you" Lamar says.
"You can do that? Even if it's tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I can get it all planned out for tomorrow. I can get you a private section, bottle service, some banging music...all that"
"Aye!" I smile.
"But what you wanna do today?"
"Chill with you. Maybe you can get me on that shit you was on the otha day"
"Never smoked before?" he gets up, going over to a cabinet.
"Yeah but its been a while. I was like 17...."
"Damn shawty"
"Yeah I know"
He comes back over and hands me a bong, sitting back on the couch with me.
"Now this.....I haven't did in a while. I used to love bongs" I laugh.
"Well you gone like this one. It got that good good, I lie to you not"
Bending down, I put the bong up to my lips, lighting the bottom real good.
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I lift up just about to exhale when...
"Don't breathe yet, hold that shit in more" he says.
I listen and hold it in, waiting for him to give me the okay.
".....ard. Blow" he says.
I tilt my head up to blow the smoke up in the air, feeling that sensational high hit me like a bullet. My eyes seen things more brighter now and time itself just seemed...slow.
"Wow" I smile, closing my eyes slightly.
"Yeah, feel that? Thats that good kush baby girl" he laughs.
"Mhmm" I bend down once more, igniting the bong further more.
"Damn you ain't gone share shawty?"
I lift up and exhale out, regaining myself before giving him back the bong.
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