The Fun Issue (v.11)

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Angie: hell yes. but so crazy because I was just txting
you to see if you wanted to shoot today babe as well
as get into some actives
Me: YESSSS omg love youu! On my way!
I caught an Uber to Angie's house. Once I got there
she ran me the details and I got straight to pulling
out looks from her closet. Angie’s mom was married
to some rich guy and they had a lot of bank so she
owned a lot of nice shit. On top of that her life was so
fun! She lived with her boyfriend who so happen to
produce music as well as sell coke, all she did was take
pictures and party.
“I already took some blow from Jeff boo, we good.
We just need bud now, maybe you can it that one
dude up?” She said while pulling out the bag.
“Yeah that shouldn’t be a problem.”
I texted the guy who Angie mentioned. His name was
Noah, and Noah had no problem with doing favors
for favors. I texted him a smiley face which was basically
code for “ill fuck the shit out of you for some
smoke,” and like clock work he replied telling me he’d
be there soon. Angie did my makeup and hair because
we were high and wanted to take pictures. We did
a couple lines, and took a few pictures and before I
knew it Noah was texting me saying come out.
I walked outside and walked to the car. I smiled at
Noah before I opened the door, when I got in he was
smiling back,
“You look pretty”
I smiled.
“Thank you it was for a quick shoot. I love the glitter
the most.” I said while pulling down the visor in the
car to look at myself in the small mirror.
“Me too..”
He said smiling while sliding his fingers past my panties
into my private areas catching me off guard, in a
good way.
My body started getting chills.
“Aw I really love when you do that,” I said with a smile.
I lay back, zoned out as he stick his finger in and out
of my girly parts. I started to breath hard, and smiled
at my refection the passenger mirror.
We pulled up to a house that was for sale. I got in the
back seat and so did he. He took off my clothes and I
kissed him on the neck. Usually the sex is quick, but
tonight it was good and somehow passionate. What
was more shocking was that we came together, which
is why I’m so happy we were using protection. No
babies, no time soon.
After finishing up, we moved from the back to the
front seats, Noah gave me a zip lock bag full of weed
and a cigar and told me roll up. I did.
“That’s for you, Nola.”
“What?! All this weed?!” I asked him in surprise. Usually
he gives me an eighth or six grams, atlas, never
this much.
“Yes, I really like you. Your fun, and you’re always
down. Plus, I hit a lick and I decided to share the love.”