Loving An American Gangsta by Sol

Author:Sol [Sol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cole Hart Presents
Published: 2016-05-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

RECAP

Penny

“Ahhhh,” I exhaled deeply as I fell backwards onto my squeaky mattress. “I can’t believe I just got high in my parents backyard.”

And with Bass of all people.

I don’t even know why I was so shocked; since Bass came into my life I’ve been on this crazy roller coaster ride of emotions. Mad. Happy. Sad. Jealous. Horny. Afraid. That man is so damn charming, I said to myself as a giddy smile crossed my face. Thinking about how Bass gave me butterflies when we were outside kissing, touching and loving had me all mushy inside. He made me feel like a crushing teenaged girl all over again and my cheeks were burning from me cheesing so hard.

Since my mind was filled with a combination of nasty and loving thoughts of Bass, it was clear that I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. Swinging my long legs off of the bed, I slipped into my Gucci house shoes and stood to my feet so I could go make myself some chamomile tea. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand beside me and called Chrissy to talk her ear off about him before I exited my room.

“Hey hoe,” Chrissy greeted excitedly into the phone. Whenever her ass was this happy, it usually means she’d gotten a good dick down.

“Oh God! So what nigga done crawled up inside your ass with some dope dick?” Chuckling as I walked towards the kitchen to make myself a hot cup of tea, I wondered what wild sex story my girl was about to tell me this time. Securing my phone between my ear and shoulder, I needed to free up my hands so I could wash them. I ran the water in the sink, poured a dab of Dawn into my palm and rinsed them clean.

“Bitch whet? How you know I’m not just happy to hear from you because I miss you?” she laughed.

Shutting the water off, I laughed into the phone as well. “Chrissy, try again. You know I know you better than that, we’ve been joined at the hip since college,” I reminded her as I powered on my parents Keurig. I placed the Chamomile tea K-Cup in the holder and pressed the prepare button. The smell of the tea brewing was just the same as if I’d put the tea-bag into a pot of boiling water. “Let me find out ol’ boy Kha still there twisting your back out.”

“Well, evidently you don’t know me at all Ms. Penny Marie Livingston. I’m not getting no dick for your information. I’m at work.”

“Oh, well excuse me Miss Thing,” I replied, genuinely taken aback. For as long as we’d been friends, the only time her ass was this pleasant was when she found a new sponsor or got some good dick. ”Anyway, I need to talk to you about Bass.”

“Uh-oh. What about him girl?” She sounded as if she couldn’t wait for me to spill the tea.

“I like him Chrissy,” I whined into the phone sincerely.

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