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isn’t . . . here. I’m at Trey’s place. How’d you get my number?” I replied, watching the TV screen.
    â€œDesperate times call for desperate measures,” Rico teased. “Someone was filling my girl’s head with a whole lot of garbage. We had some heated words, and I really need to talk to her. In fact, I thought maybe you could help me track her down.”
    â€œWhatever went on, I’m not in it. I don’t even want to know.”
    â€œFuck it—fuck her! My mind is somewhere else now. You need some company over there, Leslie?”
    â€œRico, I’ve really got to go,” I said urgently. By this time, I meant to hit the mute button, but instead, I accidentally increased the volume.
    â€œDon’t get mad at what I’m about to say, but it doesn’t sound like my man Trey is taking care of business in his neck of the woods. Why are you trying to independently inspire yourself, mami? You all acting like married people already, huh? I see you don’t knock boots anymore.” He chuckled. “That’s not right. Isn’t it a little early for the big marital drought? You have a whole lifetime to go that route,” Rico commented.
    I didn’t like being busted, but that’s what happened. I blocked out Rico’s snide remarks and continued struggling to find relief for my body as a woman slurped and sucked on a beautiful looking, stiff penis. When her partner groped at her left breast, I thought of how mine were aching to be fondled, my ass craved a good spanking, and my mouth wanted something long and hard to suck on.
    For whatever reason, Trey and I had only been making love about once every two weeks as opposed to our usual three times weekly. Summertime turned me on, and I wanted him to take me to London, Brazil, Paris, and Africa with his good loving, but the only way I’d get a mega-sex-fest was by means of a trip to the bootleg porn spot. Whooptie do. Maybe love and sex don’t mix because before Trey and I officially hooked up, he represented like a Mandingo warrior who had been chosen by a master for his baby making talents. I missed those times—they kept my libido fed and interested.
    Out of the blue, Rico said, “Stroke it for me, Leslie.”
    â€œWhat? I can’t masturbate to the sound of my best friend’s man’s voice . . . and my man’s boy,” I said innocently. But I was already doing the deed. “Tanya’s my girl and your horny ass is the best man in my wedding. Come on, it would be foul to go down this route, especially while I am in Trey’s bed,” I added.
    The thought of Rico’s boldness turned me on. In fact, it was causing a steady stream of moistness to run down my brown thighs as I continued watching the TV screen.
    Even though sleeping in Trey’s old T-shirt reminded me of him, it did nothing for the up close and personal attention I needed. I loved every minute of this smooth-talking brother flirting with me while betraying the one who was neglecting me.
    â€œEveryone likes choices. It’s your choice if you want to pretend you don’t like this or you can live a little.”
    â€œIt’s not that simple,” I said, stroking my kitty kat.
    â€œI know that I’m turning you on, and I can tell your hands are busy, too. Tanya and I broke up, so technically , I’m no longer her man. Since I’m putting it out there, just know that I went home and jacked off thinking about you after we were finally introduced. I’ve always wanted to hit it but the opportunity never presented itself. There’s something about you, Leslie—I can’t quite explain it. I’d lick you from head to toe.”
    â€œYou are a trip. Sure, Rico. Tell me anything,” I said, half giggling. “For someone who can’t explain something, you sure are long-winded,” I teased.
    â€œI just think you’re sexy as hell, mentally and