The link up
Mani
I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, just scrolling on my phone and smoking a wood, smoke curling in the air. My phone started to buzz. I saw it was Kayla calling me. Kayla was my HG, but lowkey, I think of her as more than a friend to me. She’s sexy, pretty, and fine as well.
I answered with a, “Hello?”
Her on the other line, “Yooo, what up? What you up to?”
“Nothing, chilling, smoking a wood,” I said.
“Can I slide through? I want to drink, and I got bottles.”
“So, yeah, that’s cool. You already got my address, so that’s fine.”
“Aight, bet,” Kayla said, and then hung up the phone.
I finished smoking my wood and rolled up two more while waiting for her to get here.
Kayla
I grabbed my backpack and put the bottles in there, along with some more liquor just in case. I grabbed my keys and headed toward the front door. I closed the door, locked it, got in my car, started it, and headed down the highway.
A few minutes later, I was outside of Mani’s apartment complex. I grabbed my backpack and walked up the stairs to her apartment building. I had already texted her that I was outside, so her door was already unlocked.
I made it to her door and opened it. I saw Mani sitting on the couch. When the door opened, her head turned, and she smiled. She got up from the couch, dapped me up, then hugged me and closed the front door.
We sat down on the couch for a bit, talking, and then I asked her, “Where the cups?”
“The kitchen cabinet,” she pointed.
“Bet.”
I got up and went to the kitchen cabinet, grabbed two cups, and headed back to the couch. I grabbed the bottles out of my bag—Don Julio, Hennessy, Crown Royal, and more—and put them all on the little table that was sitting in the living room.
“Damn, Mani,” she said. “All them bottles? Girl, we finna be fucked up.”
I laughed and poured us some Don Julio into the cups. I grabbed my cup and drank, the familiar taste hitting my tongue with goodness. Mani drank hers and then put the cup down. She lit the blunts, passed the other one to me, and we started smoking, smoke curling in the air.
After a few more drinks and hitting a few more woods, everything felt just right.
Later that night
Mani looked over at Kayla with low, red eyes. Kayla took another hit of a small wood and looked at Mani, asking why she was looking at her like that.
“This why.”
Mani grabbed Kayla by her neck and started to kiss her. Kayla moaned into the kiss. Mani picked her up and brought her into her room, still kissing each other, stumbling into the room and knocking some stuff down.
Mani put Kayla on the bed, then went down to her neck, kissing and sucking on it. Kayla’s moans came out more, and that made Mani feel fantastic.
Mani pulled Kayla’s clothes off one by one—her shirt, her bra, and then down to her belt and pants. She saw she was wet as hell when she pulled her boxers off. Her boxers were so soaked.
Mani started to make love to Kayla, kissing around her before Kayla’s moans got louder.
“Oh my fucking God! Y-Y-Yes! Don’t stop!” Kayla yelled out.
Mani kept going until Kayla came, breathing heavily. Mani smiled, and then went into her closet, grabbing her strap. She put it on and walked back over to Kayla.
She continued pleasing Kayla, making her moan louder as she grabbed onto Mani’s waist.
“F-F-Fuck! Shit! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she said.
Mani didn’t. She sped up even more, making Kayla’s moans turn into whimpering and begging.
“Please, baby, can I cum? Please, Mani?”
Mani looked at her and said, “Nah, not yet.”
Kayla whimpered more and more until she couldn’t take it anymore and finally let all of it out, her legs shaking.
“You just don’t listen, lil’ slut,” Mani said.
Mani took the strap off and grabbed Kayla’s handcuffs, cuffing her. She then started slapping her ass until it turned red.
“You gonna start listening, hm?” she said with every slap.
“Yes,” Kayla whimpered.
Mani kept slapping her ass, loud smacking sounds bouncing off the walls. Then Mani uncuffed Kayla and kissed her, giving her more love bites and hickeys.
“Such a pretty slut.”
The End
I can’t believe I just got slutted out by my fucking homegirl.
