πΉDaffney Dawesπ
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The cordless rang just as I was about to reach my climax. Of COURSE.
After working thirds this past night at The Queen, I just wanted to rub one out and fall asleep.
I pulled my fingers out and sucked at them angrily, cleaning off my juices and sighing.
I picked up the cordless and saw it was Kira.
Okay, that was more than fine.
So long as it wasn't Jansen.
I pushed talk.
"Hi, babe!" I greeted, pulling up my pj pants over my ass now sitting up and cross-legged.
"Hi..." Kira greeted, sniffling. She'd been crying and that alone didn't sit well with me.
"What's wrong, baby??" I asked softly. I saw my reflection in my dresser mirror, my face in concern.
"I fucked up, Daffney..." she wailed into a sob.
"Awww... baby... what happened??"
"Jack found out about Jansen and when I woke up this morning he wasn't even on the couch... he left...."
I sat still, double-taking with my head.
She'd not told Jack yet?
But how?
She'd known him longer than she had known me, and that was as freshmen in high school! Something didn't make sense.
"How did you not tell him though, sweetie?" I asked, now finding a baby pink tank top to throw on.
"Because, Daff! Jansen showed up last night!"
I stopped as I was just slipping into my flip flops. "He... what??"
"He showed the fuck up! At my door! Okay.. remember when I went to Florida with Mom a month back?"
"Uh huh?" I said, brushing out my mane and looking at myself in the dresser mirror. I watched the ends of the naturally red hairs flip outward, looking almost like flames. "Soooo... what, he'd been looking for you, or?"
"He's been wanting me, Daff... and my dumbass told him on the night of Shelby's party that I'd think about it, that we'd talk about it once we got home... but... the entire time I was on that beach... I just thought about Jack... Then Jansen shows up in the middle of the night last night... after Jack and I had gone out... and Jack saw him at the door. They SAW each other... Jansen got pissed and called me a slut, then left... but, Daff... Jack was just so hurt..."
Her voice began to crack again.
I rolled my eyes, feeling both envious but apathetic. She'd asked for this, after all...
But I didn't say that. Kira then continued.
"... we got into a fight... then when I woke up he'd gone. No note or anything like he normally does..."
I applied lip gloss and chuckled. "Wow. What're you gonna do?"
"Go to him."
"Sure he'll be okay with that?" I asked, looking myself in the mirror. I saw my nips were hard from the cotton fabric and realized I'd forgotten to put on a net. I shrugged and walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I sat down and crossed my legs. "I mean.. he's shy and all, right?"
"Yeah... but I have to apologize to him, D."
"I'd say so," I countered, not feeling at all bad for saying it.
"You wanna meet him?" Kira suddenly said.
"Huh." I said, blinking in surprise.
You'd think I'd know her longest running friend by now, but in actuality? I'd still never even seen what Jack looked like. Sometimes I even teased Kira about him being imaginary. But, evidently he wasn't.
Jack apparently was the stay to himself type, almost like a ghost of sorts. She described him as a writer, doing poetry readings at open mics at bars every once in a great while; his personality as being sweet, enigmatic and quiet... physically, she was also attracted to him as well, and revealed the first night after playing with him at her house that he was... well... apparently packing.
I found that intriguing, as Kira didn't normally boast about her men's cock size.
And she'd had a LOT of dick in her since she was in high school, but never liked to relive an ex's past. A lot of boys she ended up with turned out to only want in her pants.
I would know, too. I'd been busy myself, and Kira knew about all of them.
But to meet Jack? An apparently hung poet?
That was intriguing.
"Yeah! Come with me. It's time you met him finally," Kira confirmed, sounding a little happier now. "I've told him about you, and he already thinks you're a sweetie."
I found myself blushing as I grinned a little, but I wasn't even sure why.
"Uh.. alright..." I said, now seeing if I didn't look too much like a slob. My tits were definitely pushing out over the top, as if I were BEGGING someone to see my deep, pale cleavage. And as I was commando underneath my pj pants, I kinda felt a little more self conscious.
But I smelled decent, and finally decided to go with it.
"Yeah. Let's do it," I nodded. "I'll come grab ya and we'll go, cool?"
"Perfect. I'm already dressed."
"Okay, K. See you soon," I sang. I stood up, grabbed my car keys and began walking to the front door.
"Love you, D."
"Love you, K."
We kissed into the receiver together, then hung up.
I found my shades and slipped them on, then headed out to the car.
***
We arrived at Jack's apartment complex about a half an hour later, talking as we sat in the car.
Kira, looking worriedly up to Jack's window on the second floor, was fidgeting with her hands. Her sexy blues looked sad, and the rest of her get-up (a dark red sleeveless blouse over a white tank with a scooping neckline that accented her full double C's very well, especially in the cleavage area; pale blue jeans that hugged her curvy body amazingly, and her trademark black Vans on her feet with no socks on) made her look sexier somehow. Her hair was down and brushed nicely, and her eyeliner was on point as usual.
"Babe..." I began, setting a hand on her soft and thick thigh then squeezing it. "It'll be okay... Just talk to him."
Kira sighed, lighting up a cigarette. "I know... you'd think I wouldn't feel this anxiety... but... I want him, Daff..."
'Liar...' my thoughts told me then. 'You don't love him...'
I shook my head a little, confused by my own mild agitation.
"Then let's go," I smiled. I then placed my hand that was holding her thigh onto her face and went for a kiss.
Kira sighed in contentment, her hand now on mine. I lapped my tongue over hers, tasting both the smoke of her cigarette and a faint taste of marijuana. I opened my mouth wider, allowing her to go deeper into my own mouth. I whined, feeling her other hand then palm my crotch on the outside.