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as I amble up to the side of the bed. Jenna says, “Seriously, what the fuck...”
    I end her sentence with my lips. She tries to push me off her, but I persist and manage to part her lips with my tongue. Her mouth feels foreign, but then again, there is nothing normal anymore.
    I pull off her lips and she pushes away and pulls the sheet up higher, to her chest.
    With my most devilish grin, I say, “We need to talk.”
    After two hours of our most erotic conversation ever, I realize I say everything I need to say and she shocks me by her answer. I wonder if I lost my fucking mind.
    I’ll find out soon enough.
     

Chapter 3: Early Saturday
    I couldn’t wait for today to arrive. Now that it’s here, my insides are waging war. Jenna is still sleeping even though I’ve been wide awake all night. The moon is beaming through our window like a search light. Living in seclusion, we never felt like we needed shades on our windows. But, right now, I’m considering hanging a sheet up there. I flip to my side, back to the window, but the light casts my shadow against the wall. Eerie.
    I hope it’s not an omen. I’m not usually spooked too easily and definitely not superstitious, but my insides feel haunted right now.
    Jenna seems too eager and Devin definitely is overly enthusiastic. The guy has texted me so many times, I almost blocked him. I still wonder if all three of us can handle what is likely happening in a matter of hours.
    As I think about it, my cock dances against my boxers. I am giving up on sleep. Still lying on my side, my hand slips down and grips my hyper sensitive boner. I gently rub as I imagine seeing my Jenna fondling, sucking, and fucking Devin.
    I should tell you a little more about Devin...
    I’ve known Devin for more than five years. He plays on my club basketball team at the gym. Though I’m technically the captain, Devin’s the man. And I can sum him up in one word: stud. He’s tall, dark, and to quote Derek Zoolander, “Ridiculously good-looking.” As you probably guessed, yes Devin is African-American. I should say he’s more like Mulatto-American. His mom is French Caucasian, and a MILF in every sense of the word.  Devin doesn’t know his dad, aside from his mom telling him he is black and actually 1st generation African-American.
    Back to why Devin’s a stud. Our entire hoops crew calls him “Python,” and it’s not a racial slur. Anyone who sees him in the shower knows why. As he struts around the locker room naked, you’d swear his schlong is a pet snake. His uncircumcised flap of foreskin makes his cock look like a python. He’s also the most legendary ladies’ man on the planet. The guy’s game is more of a direct link, a magnetic pull, on anyone with a vagina. Young, old, black/white, it doesn’t matter—the guy is a chick magnet. And he especially favors white girls—and doesn’t discriminate if they’re married; he jokingly says he “Prefers married chicks—they just want sex and no drama.”
    Devin is a perfect pick for our little excursion. He is my first choice, but when I mentioned him to Jenna, she immediately nodded her head and even blushed as she pondered the possibilities. Jenna vividly remembers meeting Devin for the first and only time. She and I were supposed to be going on a date night in the city. She pops into a sports bar where Devin and I were downing a beer or two after one of our games. She was so smitten by Devin that I damn near pissed my pants—there was no way I was leaving them alone for a second.
    Now, I’m their sex broker and though I’m not going to only watch, I’m guessing I’ll be a supporting actor.  
    Back to when Jenna first met Devin. I remember how jealous I felt. She acted like a schoolgirl with a crush the moment she laid eyes on him. But he made her swoon with his eyes—dark green and hypnotic—and his voice. He hosts a local sports radio program and the female audience is attributable to his deep manly