Book 2: I’m A Whore

Public service announcement, I'm a whore!

Before you hear it from anyone else, I would be the first to tell you.

I know I am fucking writing this and putting it out there, in public for everyone to read, but I need you to read with an open mind.

I may have fucked my best friends father, but in my defense, he was Jamaican, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and before all that, I was an emotional wreck at the time.

I had gone for a sleepover at my besties house, she had invited me and one of our closest mutual friends. I didn't want to go, but I did hoping to just talk and uplift my low spirits, but I guess you could say, I uplifted more than my low spirit.

Immediately I stepped into her house, Amanda and Serena had immediately dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends.

“Victor is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time,” Amanda said, fanning herself.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again.

“Damian is just the same way!” Serena said, eyes wide with excitement. “He does this thing with his tongue, the way he grabs my legs when I squirm… fuck!!! oh my God, I can’t handle it!”

      I ended up listening to them talk nonstop about their boyfriends for the past ten hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because Logan, my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

“Must be nice,” I said, chiming in for the first time tonight.

“Oh, come on,” Amanda said, sitting up and throwing a pillow at me. “Logan can’t be that bad.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “We’ve been together for five years, and he’s made me come, like, five times,” I said, annoyance in my voice. It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, but I just wanted some effort.

“Are you serious?” Serena asked in disbelief. “I thought you said he always ate you out.”

“He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.”

Logan wasn’t completely terrible. Sometimes, he would hit a spot on my clit, and I’d moan.

“You could always find yourself a new man who’ll do you right. What about Victor’s older brother?” Amanda winked at me. “He’s hot.” She fanned herself.

“I’ve thought about him way too many times.”

      I shook my head in her direction. I didn’t need her trying to set me up with anyone. I needed Logan.

He had been with me through all the heartbreak, through my Mom’s accident even when my Dad left. All of it.

Someone knocked on Amanda’s door.

“Yeah?”

     

The door opened, and Mr. Johnny stuck his head into the room, giving her a pointed look. “It’s almost two in the morning.”

He glanced at me, and I tore my gaze away from him and stared at the ceiling.

Don’t think about earlier, Kiara. Don’t get yourself into more trouble. You have Logan. What happened earlier couldn’t happen again. Ever again.

Like I said earlier, do not judge me. I was just as sexuall'y frustrated as a lot of people, including whoever's reading this. But I digress..

Mr Johnny and I had met earlier in the day, and the way he had spoken to me, looked at me.. The way he toJohnnyd me... I could barely... I don't know what would have happened if he... Phew!

      “Sorry, Daddy. We’ll be quiet,” Amanda said.

After he left the room, they turned back to me.

“So, should I call Victor’s brother and talk to him for you? Or do you just want me to give you his number, and you can do it yourself?”

I bit my lip, making it seem like I was contemplating. “I’ll pass for now, but I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. I wasn’t going to keep that in mind, but I knew if I didn’t tell her that, she’d keep bothering me about it.

“Oh, okay,” she said.

They turned back to each other and started back up with the constant my boyfriend is better; no, mine; no, mine battle they were having.

“I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked.

They shook their heads at me and continued to talk about their boyfriends. Mine’s better. No, mine’s better. Well, mine does...

I walked out of Amanda’s room and down the hall toward the kitchen. Mr. Johnny was sitting at the table and holding a drink in his hand. I innocently smiled at him and walked over to the cupboard.

I said I wasn’t going to do anything tonight with him, and I wasn’t going to. I just needed some water. That’s all.

I stood on my toes to reach for a glass on the top shelf. My shorts rode up my legs as I stretched out. My fingers just barely grazed against it. I sighed and reached for it again.

      Mr. Johnny placed his hand on my lower back, and I jumped.

“I’ll get it for you,” he said.

Goose bumps darted across my skin at his touch, remembering the way he toJohnnyd me earlier. His hardness brushed up against my backside as he reached for the cup.

I closed my eyes and clenched. He pushed himself against me harder and finally grabbed the cup. When he placed it on the counter in front of me, he brushed his fingers against mine.

      “Thanks,” I breathed out.

      “Not a problem,” he said.

      I could just feel his lips on my ear, his cock slowly pressing itself into my tight pussy, clenching around him.

He walked back over to his seat, and I took a deep breath, hoping to regain control of myself. I walked to the sink, swaying my hips just enough to keep his attention, and filled the glass.

      He sighed. “Kiara, we have to stop playing this game.”

I shut off the sink and looked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” he said.

      When I pursed my lips in his direction, he closed his eyes and placed his hand under the table.

I shook my head and smirked. “No, I don’t actually.”

He swore under his breath as his eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my curves.

His gaze met mine once more, then he walked over to me.

“Let me show you then.” He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter next to us.

      My heart raced as he roughly pushed me up against the counter and lifted me, so I sat on it. He pushed himself between my legs and rubbed his hardness against my throbbing core.

      I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt, and clenched. “Mr. Johnny, I have a boyfriend.” I knew that was rubbish talk spewing out of my mouth.

It just felt a little right to say it. To add a few point to my good books even though, they was no need for that.

A boyfriend didn't stop me from lusting after the man in front of me, and it would not stop me from fu'cking him.