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present-day drug game. I was surprised at just how much she knew. It wasn’t long after Trixy had taken the last swallow from her bottle that she began to get a little frisky. Somehow I knew it was coming.
    â€œI know you didn’t buy yourself anything because you didn’t have enough money,” she said in a drunken slur.
    â€œOh, yeah?” I said, taking another sip of my drink. Nigga was feeling real nice right about now.
    â€œYeah. If you didn’t want anything you wouldn’t have drunk all those glasses of Hennessy I brought you. It’s cool, though. That’s kinda sexy. You left your drink behind and bought mine.” Trixy came really close to me, then whispered in my ear, “Just thinking about that shit turns me on.” I could feel her lips on my ear, and the heat from her breath radiate down my neck.
    Although everything in me wanted to grab her, lay her across the porch, rip off her clothes, and fuck the shit out of her, there was no way I was gonna give this girl another chance to diss me. So I looked at her out the corner of my eye, then turned my head like what she did had no effect on me at all.
    â€œJust in case you didn’t understand the message behind what I was saying, translation: my pussy is wet. You can’t ignore this for long,” Trixy said as she turned around, placed her ass directly in my face, then headed toward the front door.
    It took everything in me not to pounce on that ass right away, but I knew I had to play it cool and make her wait a little bit. After about a minute flat, I couldn’t hold out any longer and had to give in. Still refusing to run after her, I got up and took another thirty seconds to stroll toward where she was standing. As I got closer, she turned around, and I was immediately hypnotized by her booty. I found myself walking in a trance-like state right behind Trixy and that irresistible ass of hers.
    â€œI thought you would see it my way.” She smiled as she opened the door.
    â€œWhere’s your son?” I asked, not wanting to be in the middle of fucking his mom from the back and have him run in on us.
    â€œI sent him to my mom’s crib for the night” Trixy said, then continued, “My place ain’t much, but it will do for right now.” She locked the door after I came in.
    â€œThis is cool,” I responded, looking around.
    Her crib was decent. Even though Trixy was kind of on the ghetto side, her taste was pretty close to that of my boogie-ass wife, Maria. Her place was set up almost the same way as the living room in my old house. She had a bad-ass cream couch and love seat that fit the room perfectly, and I was really digging the chocolate lounging chair. Not only that, but the bitch had a sixty-inch flat screen that really set it off. I must say, a nigga was impressed.
    â€œI need to go to my bedroom for a minute. Please make yourself at home. I got Heineken chilling in the fridge if you wanna take the buzz off from all that Hennessy,” Trixy offered.
    I quickly went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle, hoping that shit really would take the buzz off. A nigga was really feeling drunk. Shortly after I sat down on the couch, music started playing. It was the sound of Trey Songz’s “Neighbors Know My Name.” I knew exactly what was coming next. I hadn’t had any pussy in over five years, and I knew the slightest touch would cause me to bust within seconds. I wasn’t about to take a chance at embarrassment. As a nigga, I already knew what I had to do.
    â€œTrixy, where’s your bathroom?” I yelled down the hall.
    â€œIt’s the first door on the left,” she yelled back.
    I rushed to the bathroom and gently shut the door. I wasted no time pulling my pants down. I scanned the room quickly, and grabbed the first bottle of lotion I saw sitting on the counter. I poured some Victoria’s Secret Japanese cherry blossom into my palm and started