You know their mother's and father very well. Their life in a sense has been in shambles for year's. Pain and hurt but with nothing but the most love to bring kids into this crazy world of theirs.
Now being grown, of course we have to know how thei...
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Long Island City, Queens
Wednesday - 1:11am
Troy Apartment
Me and Troy have been hanging out for weeks now. I keep telling everyone that he is not my boyfriend, but none of them believe me. It's okay thought, I don't mind, he is fine as hell.
Hes sweet and thoughtful, and he can rub my feet so good.
I like him!
He be rubbing my scalp and lord his hands in my hair be putting me to sleep damn near.
"You sleep?" He asked
"Almost" I sat up between his legs
"I should probably get you home, to your sister and everything" he smiled
"Yeah, but I am grown" I smiled
"You cant even by liquor yet" he joked about me being twenty
"Oh damn, it's like that?" I laughed
"I mean I'm just saying" he smiled
"Your lucky your handsome, and my brithday is soon so hush" I laughed
"Any plans?"
"Not really, we'll be in California for Thanksgiving so, just probably chill with my family"
"Well, when you come back we could do something special" he added
"I'm cool with that" I smiled
He looked at me, and kissed me. His hands worked their way back into my hair girpping my roots which felt good, in like a pain kind of way.
I moved my hands along his muscular arms, feeling him flex as he deepened our kiss.
I pushed him backwards on to his bed, pulling his hands out of my hair. Never braking the kiss he allowed me to hold his arms above his head. I could feel him smirking at me.
As he allowed me to take control of the situation at hand. As I sat on his lap feeling him getting hard through his basketball shorts.
