Isabela was scrolling her phone when she received a message from an unknown number.
Tyrone: Yo, baby. How you doing? It's Tyrone.
Tyrone: I got your number from Jaime's phone.
Isabela: Hey
Tyrone: We were talking and said we should all go out again.
Tyrone: We had a lot of fun.
Tyrone: You up for tonight?
Isabela: It was! I can't though. I'm hanging out with my boyfriend.
Tyrone: It's cool. He can come out with us.
Isabela: That sounds fun but he doesn't like to dance.
Tyrone: I know you like to dance and you are super hot doing it.
Tyrone: You know how you got me going.
Tyrone: And then a little kiss with me and Jaime.
Tyrone: It was the highlight of my week.
Tyrone: I wish you could have stayed.
Isabela: That was too much.
Isabela: I only meant to make out with Jaime.
Isabela: My boyfriend is cool with me playing with other girls but guys aren't okay.
Tyrone: So if your boyfriend said it was cool...
Isabela: He wouldn't do that.
Tyrone: But if he did... right?
Isabella: (blush) yeah, But he ain't gonna say it. lol
Tyrone: I am going do one better.
Isabella: What? (giggle)
Tyron: He's gonna let me. You'll see.
Tyron: Now it is time for me to see.
Isabela: What?
Tyron: Send me a pic, girl. I wanna see what you are wearing.
Isabela: uh...
Tyron: Shit, do it, baby.
Tyron: You know you want to.
Ten minutes passed and then a picture of Isabela came through. Her hair had been straightened but was pulled up in a high pony tail. She was wearing a tight pink top that stretched over her large tits. There was small gap exposing just a sliver of her belly before her short black shorts started.
Tyrone: Damn, baby! Just as sexy as I remember:
Isabela: (blush) (smile)
Tyrone: C'mon baby. Show me more.
Isabela: I can't he is right outside.
Tyrone: We both know he ain't gonna stop you.
Tyrone: You want to...
Tyrone: Now show me.
A few minutes later, a picture of Isabella arrived. Her hair was hanging over one shoulder and her glasses had been taken off her cute little face. But Tyrone was primarily interested in looking at her large light brown breasts. Her tan line was visible showing she wore a bikini, or at least most recently, that ties around the back of her neck.
Tyrone: Tell him you are going to the club with Jaime again.
Tyrone: Tell him you are getting picked up at 9.
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When there was a knock at the door at 9:30, Isabela called out asking Raul to get the door. Raul got off the couch and walked over the short distance to open it. Before him was a large black man dressed in an immaculate suit. He was holding a six pack and stuck out his large hand.
"You must be Raul," he said in his deep voice.
"Uh yeah," the slovenly looking Raul said as he shook Tyrone's hand. "Isabela isn't ready yet. Uh... Where is Jaime?"
"She got stuck working late and didn't want to keep Isabela waiting so we are going to swing back by her place and pick her up." Tyrone said as Raul let him into the apartment.
"Beer?" Raul and Tyrone asked at the same time.
They laugh put Raul at ease as they headed to the living room. Tyrone sat in the middle of the couch where Raul had been. Not wanting to make an issue of it, Raul sat on the recliner.
"Nice place," Tyrone said as he looked around at the small apartment. He took a swig of his beer before pulling out a blunt he had rolled earlier.
He didn't ask Raul before he lit it and began to smoke it in front of him. After taking two large hits, he handed it to Raul. Tyrone knew from Jaime that Raul doesn't really drink or smoke and thus gets very high, very quick. Tyrone had rolled some of his special stash to make sure the effect was very strong on the light weight.
"Puff, puff, pass," Tyrone said.
"O... Okay," Raul said before inhaling. He immediately started coughing. "Oh shit."
"It's cool," Tyrone said handing Raul a beer.
Raul drank the fancy beer and looked at the label before Tyrone passed him the joint again. The next hit did the same to Raul as the last leaving him coughing and chugging his beer.
"Damn! You are hot!" Tyrone exclaims. "You got a fine bitch!"
Raul, already feeling the effects of the weed and the alcohol, looked around and then turned in his seat to see his beautiful Isabela. Isabela was dressed in a super short, super tight, white dress.
"Come sit down," Tyrone said and he gave her a huge hug and then kissed her on the cheek as she sat down next to him on the couch.
Isabela said how they meet yesterday after college. She hadn't told Raul and didn't tell him now that she had gone back to Jaime's and ended up making out with her in front of him and let him cope a couple of feels and French kiss her a couple of times.
"Raul," Tyrone said, interrupting his train of thought, "I heard you don't like to dance. Is that true?"
Tyrone had the remote in his hand and was navigating to some club music.
"Girls love to dance. All that rocking their body. I know I love when women dance and I just gotta dance with them."
Tyrone pushed the coffee table out of the way, leaving Raul's beer in his hand and passed the blunt to Isabela. She took a couple of hits before Tyrone took it from her, hitting it, then handing it to Raul.
"Come on, baby," Tyrone said, pulling Isabela up and having her start to dance with him.
Isabela started swaying to the music and began to dance energetically. Tyrone held her hand and then her hip, but did not pull her close. They danced for a song or so as Raul slack jawed watched, overcome by the weed and the suddenness of all this. Some guy he never meet before 20 minutes ago was now dancing with his girl while he is higher than he had ever been before.
"Go dance on him," Tyrone said loudly to Isabela, who sexily sashayed over to him where she begin to dance in front of him and then gave him what could practically be a lap dance.