The Quickie Chronicles - Signed

Like I said before, Stevie backwards. Part one and two.

I walk out the bathroom to see my worse fear come true.  Derrick and Jason.  Face to face.  Chatting it up like they are the best of friends.

 "Oh, there goes my girl now... " Jason says pointing to me.  You should have seen the look on Derrick's face and the bright shade of red I turned.

....

Let me not get ahead of myself.

Surely, my Facebook relationship status changed that night, simply to in a relationship.  Niggas ain't need to know who, and I sure didn't want a particular individual finding out.  But that's just a problem that social media causes.  I don't need to be your FB friend, follow you on Twitter and IG...

Let me not get besides myself.

Two days after the change in relationship status, I run into Derrick on my way to work.  We cut straight to the chase.

"So we can't, you know," he asked, looking at the back of his truck.  I simply shook my head no.   "Do I know him?"  All I could do was look at him.  I don't know what he took my silence for.  He then proceed to ask me a list of different things we could and couldn't do anymore.  Hugging, kissing, booty rubs, nibbles on the back of my neck that trail down to my shoulder blade...

"That was the last time that can ever happen," I say, sliding my dress down and slipping out the back of his truck.  Granted, I saw him again the next day.

....

Fast forward to the end of the week.  I just got off of work and all I want is a nap before any further fuckery occurs.  I wake up to a text from Jason that says, "get dressed. we're going to a party. be ready in an hour." Sent 30 minutes ago.

I spring out of bed, take a quick shower and brush my teeth.  15 minutes gone.  I spend the next 5 minutes standing in my closet trying to figure out what to wear.  Low cut sundress and sandals.  And to save myself the drama of having to detangle my hair, I tie a scarf on that shit too.

The party was in some hole in the wall.  The music and people were ratchet and the drinks were cheap so I didn't care.

[Replay the beginning]

I walk out the bathroom to see my worse fear come true.  Derrick and Jason.  Face to face.  Chatting it up like they are the best of friends.

 "Oh, there goes my girl now... " Jason says pointing to me.  You should have seen the look on Derrick's face and the bright shade of red I turned.

 "That's your girl?" Derrick asks like he's about to flip his shit.

 "Yea," I say as I stand beside Jason, taking his hand.

 "Yall know each other?"

Before Derrick gets a chance to respond I slide in with, "the city's small enough."  I began to chuckle and try to pull Jason away.

 "Before you go, I got one question." Derrick said.  Jason and I spun around not knowing which of us he was going to ask a question.   "Who was better?"  My jaw hit the ground.  I spun around and started walking away.

 "Huh?"  That's all I could say.  Jason pulled me back "no, answer the question", he said.  All I could say was...

 "Like I said before, huh?"  I mean what were truly my options here. Bruise one ego?  Bruise them both? Don't say shit?  I'll take the latter for 600 Alex.

 "You don't remember.  What if I help refresh your memory?"  Derrick whispered into one ear.  Jason was breathing heavily in the other and told us to follow him.

We end up in the store room, surrounded by bottles of Ciroc and Henn.  I look at them like why am I here and a little bit of this ain't even about to happen.  Jason is standing behind me and puts his hands on my hips.  Derrick kneels in front of me.

 "You first, " Jason says from behind me.  Derrick lifts my dress into Jason's hands.  He slides my underwear down my legs and off my feet.  He places my left foot on his shoulder before he uses his fingers to spread me open to make room for his tongue.  I lean back on Jason as my body is filled with waves of pleasure.  I tilt my head back and nibble at his ear.  My hand finds its way to the growing bulge in his pants and works swiftly to set it free.

"Guess we have a winner, " Jason says, breaking the silence.  I drop his penis from my hands and start rubbing my nipples.   "Why'd you stop?" he asked.

 "Didn't want you thinking you'd won anything yet.  You were just the closest."  Jason takes my dress off and replaces my hands with his on my nipples.  Plucking them gently, he raises each of them and brings them to his mouth.  He tugs lightly on the bar through each of them with his teeth. The stimulation of my piercings causes my nipples to throb violently as coat Derrick's face like a Krispy Kreme doughnut.  Derrick places my foot and I turn and face Jason.

 "This is a competition, right?  Your turn." I say, finally enjoying our storage room adventure.  Jason lays on the floor and directs me to sit on his face.  I straddle his chest but instead of going for the obvious 69, I reach for Derrick's pants, who is still kneeling on the floor.  As Jason's tongue reactivates my faucet, I take Derrick into my mouth.  In an effort to not neglect Jason, I continue massaging him with my hands.  Stroking them both at the same rhythm, I try to maintain my speed as Jason's tongue causes me to begin my shaking fit.  Derrick's dick is blocking my ability to scream, so I sucked him harder.  Graze my tongue along the bottom of his penis.  Suck violently on the tip.  My aggression is transferred to my hands.  I tug at Jason's cock with less grace, squeezing it tighter as my hands get closer to the tip.  Just as my shaking fit is about to move up from the base of my spine through the rest of my body, I feel Derrick's dick shift and stiffen in my mouth.  We both release and I fall face forward to Jason's peen.  I finish him off with two slurps.

 "So who won?"  Jason asks as we are getting our clothing back in order.  Derrick clears his throat as if I'm about to give him a trophy.

 "I did."  I reply with a smirk on my face just as I walk out of the storeroom.