one shots

shorty swing my way [37]

[author's note: lol just lettin' y'all know that shit gets a little sexual again. it's not as explicit as the last one that I warned y'all about, but one scene does include the character, Tiffani, so there's your heads up for those that who don't wanna' be caught off guard by same-sex r-rated scenes.]

august 2004
saturday
7:35 pm

I had been staring at him all day. It wouldn't be long before our weekend alone would end, and I wanted more than ever to take advantage of that, especially since I knew some shit was gonna' hit the fan soon. . . He was an engaged man now, so I couldn't possibly step to him, exactly how I wanted to. But, honestly. . . since when did I give a fuck?

I'm technically married, and I've fucked Lesane once and Tiff multiple times. Tiffany had a lil boyfriend before we started getting involved. I fucked DeAndré when he was supposedly dating Ashley. I didn't give a fuck about anybody's relationship.

Except for Lesane's.

I mean, if he's marrying this girl, he must love her a lot. In the same breath, he loved me a lot too. It was just a matter of timing, and in our case, the timing was off.

But, shit. . . it didn't hurt to look at him. . . and if it ever got serious enough to where I needed a release, I'd just call up Tiffani real quick.

My weekends alone are what made Tiff and I's friendship. They're also what made our friendship more. One night, we were drinking, and she'd been giving me slick looks and saying shit that she didn't think I heard all night. I saw the signs but didn't play into them. After all, she was in relationship, and she was straight, as far as I was concerned. I didn't want to confuse her or lead her on. . . She didn't care though. She took initiative, making the first move and confessing some freaky ass shit to me.

That night, four years ago, was wild. Now, she's hung up on me and doesn't know which way is up. I never thought I'd ever become the player that I was prior to DeAndré again, but here I was: playing this girl like a violin. I didn't intend to. I even told her ass that this "thing" wasn't ever gonna' get serious. I warned her not to get her feelings caught up, but she didn't care.

She loved taking risks. I admired that about her. She wasn't scared of getting her heart broken. . . She actually taught me a thing or two about relationships and living in fear and shit. She had more than good head— she had her head straight.

"You know I feel you staring at me, right?" Lesane smirked.
"Mhmm," I smirked, my eyes scanning him from head to toe before they returned to the seat of his jeans. I was getting a little hot and bothered as I fantasized about all the things that I wanted to do to him.

"Could you— I don't know— stop anytime soon?" he chuckled.
"No," I simply shook my head, biting my lip as I relived flashbacks of the one time we made love.
"My eyes are up here, Renée," he snapped his fingers in my face, pulling me out of my trance.

My eyes met his, and I stared into them for a long time. I really wanted to ask him if he wanted to fuck, but I decided to go a different route.

"You love your fiancée?" I asked as my head tilted.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"You love her more than me?" I pouted slightly as my hand found the center of his chest and glided down his wife beater.

"You know I can't answer that," he scoffed with a slight smile.
"Why not? You don't wanna' break my heart? Is that it, baby?" my hand stopped at his belt as I continued to gaze into his eyes.
"Nah, that's not it," he became a little tense but not by much.