My father, Ted Rose, was the first black head football coach for the university that I attended. That, of course, was excellent news for me for three reasons. One: Free tuition, especially since my dad lead the football team to the championships for the past three years. Two: It was perfect driving distance from home, meaning that I could still get into the good parties without having to deal with the bullshit of dorm-living assholes. And three: Having a dad as a football coach got me into contact with some luscious eye-candy. And I mean the lollipop kind.
Speaking of luscious, I wasn't that far from it. At only 5'5'', I carried my extra fifteen pounds proudly. Shit, my extra jiggle only made the boys stare harder, especially since it landed in all the right places. And let me tell you something, my ass could stomp the red carpet in six-inch stilettos as well as them stick-thin model skanks. Tell me, do they ever enjoy a sweet slice of strawberry cheesecake, or maybe a loaded piece of death by chocolate? Honestly.
Putting on my silver scoop-necked blouse, I glanced in the mirror at my reflection. Dark blue jeans and black gladiator stilettos completed my outfit and I grinned, finger-combing my waves before opening the door to my room.
"Ladies' night," I sang to myself, walking out.
"Kiara Rose, I'm getting ready to leave, baby," my father called from the living room. He was going to a conference for the weekend a few towns over, which meant I had the house all to myself for two days. Like I said, ladies' night.
"Now, how many of your girlfriends are you having over?" dad asked, setting his bags by the door.
"Only three or four, dad, lighten up." I put my hands on my hips. "I am in college, you know. The same you work at, in fact."
He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "And do you pay the bills?"
"This conversation is getting old already," I said, sighing.
"That's because we have it every time I leave." He kissed me on the cheek. "Kiara?"
"Hmm?"
"You better make sure this house is spotless by the time I get back. I don't want a bunch of your girly shit hanging around here."
"Gee, thanks dad," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Ben Salt is gonna check in on you tomorrow around one." My dad held up his hand before I could complain. "Don't give me shit about it, and don't give him shit when he comes, either. He'll only be here for a few minutes."
"Dad, really? I'm twenty fucking years old!" I said, crossing my arms.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Then get your own damn place and you won't have to worry about it, now will you?"
I turned my back on him and walked to the kitchen. "Love you!" I heard him call, and then the front door slammed shut as he left. I guess I could have gotten my own place. I had a good paying job at a designer clothing store, and since I'm a bit of stickler about money, I had about five-thousand dollars in my savings account.
The thing is, I liked saving my money, I liked not having to worry about bills except for my cell, my gas budget, and my own clothes, and sometimes I liked just being around my dad. I think I'd miss him too much if I moved out right now.
"Good thing I only invited a few people over then," I muttered as the doorbell rang. I walked over and opened the front door, a smile growing on my face as two of my best friends walked in, carrying a third between them. "Damn, already? You guys know Ashley can't hold her liquor."
Ashley Everly, my beautiful blond bombshell of a friend, who'd only been plastered drunk about twice in her life, and she was a year older than me. Well, technically three times drunk, if you counted this one.
Keisha Simon and Lacy Reynolds, cousins, laid her down on my couch and then turned to grin at me.
"Girl, that ain't even the best part," Keisha said, grinning at me. "Look at this."
Lacy bent down and rummaged through Ashley's purse, her long braids falling in her face. Standing up, she handed me a DVD. "She stole one of her brother's pornos."
I stared at the cover, a picture of a black guy doing doggy style on the cover with a brunette. "What the fuck are we supposed to do with this?" I hissed at them.
"Watch it, Kiki, what do you think?" Ashley mumbled. She'd been calling me that since I was twelve and she was thirteen.
I snorted. "Yeah, you're totally in the mood to be watching a porno. It's only five o'clock in the afternoon, and you're already shitfaced."
"Nooooo, I'm not," Ashley said, drawing out the word. She sat up clumsily. "I'm fine."
"Of course you are, Ashley." I knelt down in front of her. "And what in the hell possessed you to steal one of Jason's pornos? That's just wrong."
"Told you," Lacy said. "Let's go see a movie or something."
"Wait, hold up," Keisha said, holding up a finger in classic ghetto-chick style. "I wanna see it. I can take some ideas home to Chris." She snatched the porno from me and walked to the TV to pop it in.
"Okay," I said. "Besides the fact that we're getting ready to watch a cheesy porno together, what else is wrong with this picture?" Lacy shrugged, Keisha folded her arms across her chest, and Ashley stared hard at my face as if she was trying to stay focused. "We have no men. This is all estrogen floating around in here."
Keisha looked at me, my remote control in her hand. Pressing play, she said, "So?"
I rolled my eyes and stood behind the couch while Keisha and Lacy sat on either side of Ashley. Within five minutes of starting the movie, I knew that the four of us were hooked. A classic cover line about a male employee finding out that his attractive female boss was siphoning money from the company they worked at. Either she went to jail, or she agreed to have hot, rough, satisfying sex on her office desk whenever he wanted. Eventually another male employee caught them and threatened them with exposure. Thus, the two-some became an interracial three-some with a very well-endowed black man taking her from behind while the first guy fucked her mouth. The woman's moans were fake, the guys' ejaculations were real, and when it was over, the four of us just sat staring at the screen, our pussies dripping and our clits throbbing.
"Shit, Kiki, you were right," Ashley said, quite clearly for a drunk person. "I need to go fuck Ian."
"I'll give you a ride," Keisha said. "My kitty's about to pop so let's go."
I stared at them, shocked. "Great. And you?" I asked, staring at Lacy.
"The precinct let Rob take tonight off," Lacy said, shrugging. "He'll be surprised when I get home."
"Right. Thank you, bitches," I said, flinging my arms towards the ceiling as they headed for the door. "I'll just stay here in my horny state while ya'll go home and get the brains fucked out of you."
