Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)
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I came hard as the two men filled my holes with come. Celeste still hadn’t come, so I used my new skills to eat her sweet pussy out. She came hard, then jumped up and grabbed my hand.
“I’m ready to go,” she said, pulling me toward the bathroom. Once we were inside, she closed the door and said, “I think I’m jealous.”
“Of what?”
“I realize I don’t really know you, but I know a lot about you from Lorenzo. I’ve always liked the pictures he showed me but I never knew I’d feel like this.”
I laughed. “So you mean you want me for yourself?”
“Yes.”
“That’s ridiculous. How can I believe that?”
“You gotta have trust.”
“Trust you?” I scoffed. “My husband’s mistress, who helped him convince me I was bisexual?”
“Well, you are.”
Touché.
“As exciting as this has all been, I really don’t like to share.”
“You don’t
have to share, but you do need pussy. Look, I’ll stop seeing Lorenzo, okay? Just give me a chance. I’m sure we can work something out between us girls.”
Embracing my new adventurous side, I smiled and said, “Okay.”
• • •
Later, when the limo pulled up to my home, Celeste and I were locked in a deep kiss, our breasts out and hands scrambling for each other’s pussies. Lorenzo couldn’t hide his hard-on when he got out of the car, or his anger for not being involved in our display of affection.
We told him to go into the house but he insisted on waiting for us. Finally, I rolled down the window and said, “Hey, Lorenzo, I wanna thank you for playing these mind games with me. You helped me remember that I’m not straight and I’m not bi. Now I remember I’m a full-fledged lesbian, and that I’ve always wanted to get out of my heterosexual relationship with you.”
Lorenzo looked confused. “But—”
“I have always loved Celeste. And now she’s with me!”
“But, Patrice—”
“Am I lying?” I asked Celeste.
“No, pumpkin.” She leaned out the window. “We’re in love.”
“Or at least in lust,” I clarified.
“But—”
“I’ll be in touch,” I said, rolling up the window.
Lorenzo pleaded for me to get out of the car. He yelled for Celeste, but we told the driver to pull off.
Celeste kissed my neck and said, “I thought you were finished with him and only wanted me. Are you really going to get in touch with him?”
“Maybe,” I said, returning her kiss. “It depends on my memory.”
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