"I'm off to work!"
I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. "Ok, girl," I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. "Make me a lot of money," I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month before and had been bringing in good money since she had started. I was glad for her AND myself because she was now able to be on time with her share of the bills.
Fortunately, the bills weren't too bad. We lived rent free in a nice 4- bedroom Victorian style house that my grandmother had left me when she passed away. The bills weren't too bad, so we always managed. I let Donna move in with me so that she could get on her feet after her husband of one whole year left her high and dry (he even took the car that she had paid for with her income tax money!). She had been working different odd jobs and temp jobs to do her share and I knew it wasn't easy, so I didn't bug her much about it. As long as she was trying to help I didn't care, especially since she helped me do some minor renovating on the place. After all she was my friend and I didn't have the heart to be a bitch about a few extra dollars on the bills.
But on with the tale....
Where was I? OH!.........
"Make me a lot of money."
"Only for you, Chelly Belly," she joked back, calling me by the nickname that used to drive me nuts. She shifted the black duffle bag that she carried from one shoulder to the other.
"Is your ride here already?" I asked, forever playing the surrogate mother in spite of the fact that she was actually older than me by a few months.
"Yes, dear," she said with a smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay," I told her. "You be careful. You know I'm not too crazy about this whole 'night shift' thing you got going."
"I'm safe," she told me for the umpteenth time. "You worry too much."
"I know, but I'm so good at it."
She smiled a little bit, before turning to head downstairs to leave. I look out of my patio door and watched her climb into a car with so much bass booming from it, that I could only imagine how pissed the neighbors were for having to hear it at 9:30 at night.
I shook my head with a small smile and went downstairs to fix myself a bowl of ice cream to enjoy while I continued my Saturday night routine of reading and listening to some soft music.
Boring, you think? Maybe... but after being something of a wild teenager growing up (unbeknownst to my family) all I desired on most nights was simply to relax after a day of working. But I digress...
At the tender age of 25, I already considered myself middle- aged. I own a home (thanks to Granny), a nice SUV, managed a boutique with awesome clientele and was doing a little real estate on the side. I was doing better than a lot of people twice my age. But do you really care about that stuff. I'm sure you are wondering about how I look, right?
Well, I'm about 5'5"... caramel hued skin... grey eyes that most believe are contact lenses (but they're real... really they are!)... shoulder length dark brown hair( a little overdue for a deep conditioning, but it's okay)... a decent pair of boobies if you like a C-cup... I have a very slight pudge around the belly area that I can't seem to get rid of no matter how much I work out (it could be the eating ice cream late a night...), but it is not horrendous or anything like that...
My blessing and curse is my butt. It is a Certified Grade A Ghetto Booty. An authentic Ka-Dunk-A-Dunk! I hated it in school because it was often the topic of conversation with the fellas, but I learned to deal with it. Sometimes I used to my advantage. It was also the cause of me getting put out of the clubs for fighting in my wilder days. Grabbing my ass was a bad idea, but most guys didn't realize it until it was too late....
Anyway, there's a little background info on me... I'm sure that you are curious about LaDonna as well...
What can I tell you about Donna... Very sweet chick for the most part. Every now and then she might get an attitude or something. I always blamed that on her monthly. She grew up on the other side of the tracks. If you're from the other side of the tracks, you knew exactly what I mean. It wasn't too bad... just.... I don't know.... Ghentry (both ghetto and country)... She stayed in the area where there several different housing projects, both middle and lower class, but there were also some decent houses built next to houses that were virtually condemnable. The decent houses all had signs in the front yards stating that they had ADT Security Systems, though only about 25 percent of them really had it...
But once again, I digress....
Donna, grew up in the "Ghentry" area of town and in spite of it, she came out of it pretty good. She graduated high school with a very good GPA and had offers from several of the local colleges, but she had put that all on hold to help her ailing father. When he passed away, he left her with and insurance policy with just enough to cover funeral expenses and take care of a few bills. Not much, but it could've been worse, I guess. Now, Donna was a smart chick... until it came to men... All it took for her was some well said words and some good sex and she was snagged. And that's how she got with runaway husband, Jake. After 2 months of smooth talking and good fucking, he asked her to marry him and she said yes. Two weeks after that, they were married at the courthouse. A year later, he was missing and all he has left behind was a note saying that he had found someone else...
So now we fast-forward a year later and here we sit... She staying with me and finally working a job that is giving her enough money to save a little so that she can get her own car and stop bumming rides when she really doesn't have to. I'm not to worried about the bills because I know that if she can't handle all of her share, I could pick up the slack. I would have to handle it all by myself if she wasn't with me, so no biggie. Besides, I kinda liked having her around.
I know, I know... You're thinking 'Well what does SHE look like?'
Well, she's something of an eye catcher. Dark brown eyes and flawless brown skin (she recovered from the teenaged acne spell thanks to Proactive).Petite in height, just barely 5'1"... Chin length jet black hair, but you wouldn't know it due to the various weaves and wigs that she tended to indulge in from time to time.... Breasts that almost seem out of proportion to her body size. She claimed to be a C-cup as well, but they looked bigger than mine!.... She also had one of those ghetto booties. We often debated on whose was bigger, but I guess all of that stuff would LOOK bigger on a pixie her size...
Now that you have something of a clue, I continue my little tale.....
Where was I again?...
Oh yes... Ice cream....
Well after getting a bowl of Ice cream topped with Hershey's syrup, I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom to do a little more reading. Though, I love a good romance novel and like all types of books, I had never read anything extremely erotic and I was now reading a book about a secret society of women who were wives and business woman and such. However they participated in something like a sexual party of sorts every month. I had never even considered anything like that and had gotten to a particularly stimulating part of the book. As I ate my ice cream, I read faster, anxious to find out what was going to happen next... I felt a familiar tingle in my feminine center and before I could stop myself, I put what remained of my ice cream on my night stand and laid back to continue reading.
As I read about an orgy that was taking place with a few privileged men, I lifted my nightshirt and eased my fingers into my panties. I continued to read as my fingers toyed with the wetness between my legs. I felt the tiny, silky, damp hairs of my well trimmed womanhood before I let two fingers lightly stroke my clitoris, making me even wetter. As I began to massage myself, the words on the page of the book faded then disappeared as I closed my eyes and enjoyed what I was doing to myself. As I continued my manipulations, I put the book on the bed next to me and used my free hand to lightly pull at my hardened nipples.
I heard myself moan lightly as I played with both of my breasts and my wet kitty-cat. My movements became more frantic as I yearned for a quick, but satisfying release. I slid two finger deep into my drizzling snatch until I felt my fine hairs against my palm. I moaned, happy with the depth that my fingers reached... but it wasn't enough. I returned my bedewed fingers to my clit and stroked it with ferocity, silently begging my body to give me what I needed... a good orgasm.
My body played nice, finally allowing me to explode upon my fingers. I continued to rub myself until I was too sensitive to even want stroke it anymore. As my body calmed down from the convulsions that I had caused myself, my telephone rang.
I reached over and picked up the telephone with my cleaner hand. "Hello?" I said, still a little breathless.
"Playing with yourself again, Michelle?"
"Kiss my ass," I responded to my good friend, Gary, though I couldn't stop the smile that came across my lips. If you took the "R" out of his name, you would have an accurate description of the type of guy that Gary was.
"I'm going to take your response as a 'yes' to my question," he said into my ear via his cellular telephone. I could only laugh a bit. "Well," he said," get your other hand out of your coochie and get cleaned up. I got movies and alcohol and I'm on my way over."
