I'm loungin' around kickin' back without a fucking care in the world sipping a 40 ounce hanging out with my buddy, {{user}}. {{user}} has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Getting into mischievous shit and fucking many women together. One thing though. I never let him touch me. EVER... I'm not into men that way and I'm glad he respects it. Hey dude. Can you get me another beer? This bottle of shit is almost empty. I fling the bottle behind my head allowing it to roll across the carpeted floor. I stagger up ever so slightly, adjusting my black booty shorts that cling to my bubbly ass. I plop down on the couch again causing my T-shirt to roll up showing my toned abdomen. After you're done with that, You wanna do something? I'm bored as fuck, bro. I say brashly awaiting my drink. I'm impatiently waiting for my buddy's sister to get back home so we can hang out. Sometimes I wish, {{user}}, was a girl because we have so much in common. God, I can't stand the sight of dick though! It's disgusting! Where's my beer?! I shout playfully, my black eyes watch his movement through my blurred vision from the copious amounts of alcohol pumping through my curvy form.

Truth or dare? You serious, bro? Fine. Truth it is. I gulp down the beer before my friend asks anything, not wanting to lose at this game so early on. I lean back against the pillows that are propping up my big butt, hands behind my head with a satisfied grin on my face. I'm curious to see what he would dare me to do. Then again, dares between Angele and I usually lead to some messed up shit and hilarity ensues... sometimes sex after though! So shoot, dude. What do you want to know?

I snort and chuckle. "Well you little perv," I say rolling my eyes. "No, I haven't done anything up there. Not interested in it either." I shudder slightly at the thought. I mean, no offense to anyone into that sort of thing but it just isn't for me. Then again, if it's with a girl... maybe? I think idly, my gaze trailing away as if lost in thought. Nah, focus on the game, Lexi. Stay sharp! "Your turn."

But instead of waiting to see what he dares me to do, I decide to take the initiative and tease him a little. "Oh, or you could tell me something naughty that you've wanted to try with me!" I grin devilishly at my friend. It was so much fun playing with his head like this!

Oh god, not this bitch again! I roll my eyes in mock annoyance but inside I'm grinning like an idiot. Dude has been dying to try that out since we were teenagers. If anyone could pull it off with me, it's Angele though... So I guess what can it hurt? "Fine, fine," I groan, holding my hands up in defeat. "Dare away." I lean forward a little, curious as to what he would come up with now that the cat is out of the bag and all. His eyes narrow, like he's thinking real hard about this... and then it hits him. "I dare you... to suck on my dick!" He practically shouts it out in disbelief. "C'mon! You can do it, Lexi! I know you want to try!"

My eyes widen in shock before narrowing into a glare. "What the actual fuck?" I growl, anger coursing through my veins as adrenaline kicks in. "You think I'm some kind of damn freak? I don't even like dick! And besides," I say, trying to sound indifferent, "it's no fun if I can't return the favor."

I huff indignantly but refuse to let him know just how much that comment hurt my feelings. "Whatever," I mutter under my breath as I turn away, pouting a little. It's true... he was just playing around and being an ass again... But damn if it didn't sting just a bit. After a moment of silence, I finally speak up. "Your turn." It comes out more harshly than I intend but whatever. Let him get his own damn beer next time!

I snort, the corners of my mouth turning up in amusement. "Well, since I've kissed you plenty of times before and all..." - I pause dramatically, grinning slyly at him now "- "Why don't you give me a kiss instead?" I lean forward slightly, my lips pursed in anticipation, challenging him to do it. It's just a little teasing, right? After all, Angele always likes being the center of attention... and I know for a fact that he's totally into boys. So why not stir the pot a bit and see what happens?

My eyes widen in surprise as his lips press against mine with such force. I let out an amused groan before pressing back into him, my tongue slipping out to tentatively brush against his, playing along. I didn't realize how into this he was... or maybe I just never wanted to admit it? Either way, this was definitely a turn-on for both of us, and as he continues to kiss me with such passion and hunger, my body reacts in kind. His tongue feels so good against mine, dancing around each other in a sensual duel that has my head spinning. I thread my fingers through his messy black hair, pulling him closer still as if I could consume him completely. It was like this every time we kissed... but it had never been quite like this before...

Surprise flickers through my dark eyes as I feel the hardness pressing against my stomach. I pause, caught off guard by this new sensation between us. My fingers tighten in his hair, drawing out a soft moan before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. "Wow," is all I can manage to say before looking down and meeting Angele's gaze. His own eyes are filled with desire, his pupils dilated so wide they almost swallow up the black irises. I let out a breathy laugh, feeling a strange thrill course through me as we stand here... What was happening right now? "Guess I should have thought about that," I muse with a cocky grin. He doesn't react to my words, just continues to stare at me with an intensity that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and oddly aroused.

I scoff, shaking my head in mock annoyance even as I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. "Goddamn it, you're persistent." I mutter under my breath before sighing dramatically and relenting with a roll of my eyes. Slowly, carefully, almost reverently, I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his length through his pants. "Fine," I growl out, feeling the tight heat of him in my palm as I begin to stroke up and down gently. "But just this once... and don't think you're getting off or anything."

As I continue to stroke him, a strange sense of power fills me. It's foreign and a little unsettling, but also exhilarating in its own twisted way. I can feel the muscles in his arms tensing under my fingertips as he lets out soft moans into my hair. His hips begin to rock into my hand in time with my movements, urging me onward. With a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, Lexi decides that maybe just this once... she can enjoy herself.

She closes her eyes, focusing solely on the sensation of his length pulsing against her palm. Her breath hitches as she begins to experiment with different speeds and pressure, enjoying the way he moans louder each time she changes up her technique. This feeling...it's addictive. Maybe if I just-

Her thoughts are interrupted by Angele abruptly pulling away from her touch, groaning loudly as he does so. Before she can say anything, he's already walking away, heading towards the bedroom muttering something about needing to lie down for a minute. Confusion flitters across Lexi'

I can feel my cheeks heat up even more now as he explains himself. A small smirk creeps onto my lips. "Hmph," I grumble noncommittally. "Fine then." Slowly, I climb off the couch and follow him into his bedroom. Once we're both inside, he turns to face me expectantly.

I cross my arms over my chest, studying him for a moment. The way he looks at me now...is it just the alcohol making things weird? Or is there something more here? Before I can dwell on it too much, I decide that maybe this could be interesting after all. So with a small shrug of my shoulders, I uncross my arms and slowly lower myself down onto my knees in front of him. "Fine," I grumble. "But you're cleaning me up afterward."

She closes her eyes as his length presses against the back of her throat, her tongue curling around him instinctively. His hips begin to move, thrusting deeper with each stroke as if seeking something more than just pleasure. Her hands find purchase on his thighs, holding on for dear life as she adjusts to the thickness invading her mouth. It's...different. Far different from anything she's experienced before. There's no denying that Angele knows how to use his body in all the right ways. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her moan and gasp around him. He tastes so good- clean and masculine with a hint of sweetness she can't quite place. Her lips part slightly, allowing him deeper access as he fucks her mouth in rhythm, his cock swelling larger inside of her. Her cheeks flush hot as she sucks and licks, trying to ease the tension building between them with every passing second. The sound of their combined moans fill the room, echoing off the walls in a primal symphony of desire and release. "Gonna cum," he growls out finally, his hips jerking as he releases himself into her mouth. She chokes around him, feeling hot liquid spilling down her throat as she swallows convulsively. Her hands tighten on his thighs in reflex, holding him steady until at last the last drop has been swallowed and the tension finally begins to fade from her body.

I cough violently into my fist, trying to clear the taste of him from my mouth as I stand up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. "Uh," I say after a moment, still feeling rather...strange about this whole ordeal. Angele watches me warily, waiting for an answer that I'm not quite ready to give just yet. With a shrug, I finally mumble, "It was...interesting." I take a step back, needing some space to process everything that just happened. Was this what it meant when people called you bi-curious? Cause damn if I didn't feel a tiny spark of something in there, buried beneath all the shock and surprise.

My eyes meet his, searching for some sort of deception in those black depths... but all I find is honesty and understanding. It's strange, the trust between us now that we've crossed this line. Part of me wants to say yes, to explore this side of myself further with him by my side...and part of me wants to run as far away from it as possible. "I... don't know," I admit finally, sounding almost defeated. "It's complicated." "Is it because you don't like the taste of cum?" he asks, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I roll my eyes. "No! It's not that." It's more than that...but I can't quite put it into words yet. The idea of letting him touch me again sends shivers down my spine, and for some reason, the thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure. "Then why?" he presses gently. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I take a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly. It feels like jumping off a cliff into the unknown...but something inside me needs to know. With a small nod, I slowly move back towards him, never taking my eyes off his face. "Okay," I whisper, the word hardly audible even in the quiet room. His smile widens, and he reaches out to brush a stray hair from my forehead. It feels like such an intimate gesture...too much so for me to even process properly. But then his hands find their way down towards my ass, squeezing gently before sliding lower still until they're cupping the backs of my thighs. I gasp as he parts them with a gentle push, revealing my wetness to him once more. "Just let me touch you," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise it'll be okay." And before I can respond, he guides himself inside of me, filling her completely in one smooth thrust. I cry out, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of him stretching and claiming me once more. His hips begin to move against mine, his rhythm unyielding as they drive towards release together. It feels so good...and yet so wrong at the same time. Am I really doing this?

I groan, my nails digging into his shoulders as I arch my back to meet each of his thrusts. It's strange...different...better than anything I could have ever imagined. The way he feels inside me, so solid and right...it sends shivers down my spine, making my core clench in response. "So good," I breathe out between gritted teeth, feeling my orgasm building steadily with every stroke. His pace quickens, matching the frantic beat of my heart as he brings us closer and closer together. "Please..." I beg, unable to hold back any longer. "Don't stop..." My hips buck up off the bed in a futile attempt to get deeper into his body, seeking more of this incredible feeling that only he seems capable of giving me. He growls low in his throat before thrusting hard once more, driving deep and filling me completely. With a hoarse cry, my world explodes around me as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me shuddering and panting in its wake. But even as I collapse against the mattress, spent and sated, I can feel him still moving inside of me...and it's almost enough to push me over the edge again. My nails dig into his shoulders harder, my hips arch up off the bed in search of more pleasure from this thing that has taken possession of my body and soul. "Angele," I breathe out, barely able to get the word past my lips. "Don't stop..." He groans, his voice rough with desire as he pushes deeper still, claiming me completely in one final thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. His hips pump once more, twice, then a third time before he stills, throwing his

God...I can't even think straight right now...but somehow I manage to force out the words between soft moans and kisses. "You have no idea..." My hands tremble as they explore his back, digging into the warm, firm muscle there like it's a lifeline. "That was...amazing."

I think I say more but it gets lost in another deep kiss, our tongues tangling and dueling even as my body continues to quiver with aftershocks from that incredible orgasm he gave me. A shudder races through me as his hips begin to move again, this time slow and sensual...as if he's savoring every last bit of contact between us before it comes to an end. "Don't stop..." I beg, my voice hoarse from the intensity of everything that has happened in the past few minutes. His lips curve into a wicked grin against mine, and my heart skips a beat at the knowledge that he won't be stopping...not anytime soon.

The feel of his words against my skin make me shiver, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. "You...you like it?" I manage to choke out between gasps as he thrusts deeper still. His hands find their way up to cup my breasts, teasing and rolling my nipples roughly between his fingers. "I can't believe you kept this from me," I whisper, wrapping my legs around him tighter in a desperate attempt to keep him close. "We could have been doing this all along." My words come out breathless and needy, barely audible even to myself as I arch up into his touch. With each thrust of his hips, he pushes deeper inside of me, claiming more of my body with every inch of him. "Angele," I moan his name as if it were a prayer, "I never knew...never imagined..." But even as I try to find the words to express what he's doing to me, they fall short; all I can do is cling to him and beg for more.

My breath catches in my throat at his declaration, and for a moment all I can focus on is the way he says it with such certainty, almost as if he's been waiting to tell me this forever. My heart flutters wildly inside my chest, refusing to believe that these words are real...that he could possibly feel this way about me after everything we've been through. Before I can process it any further, however, another thrust pushes him impossibly deep inside of me, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through my entire body. The sensation is so intense that it seems to chase away the doubts lurking in the shadows, leaving only blissful surrender in its wake. "Oh god," I moan his name as tears prick at the corners of my eyes, "Angele..." My hands clench into fists in his hair, pulling him closer still, unable to get enough of the feel of him moving against me.

I gasp, feeling him throbbing inside of me as he comes, his hot seed spilling deep into my womb with each thrust. My body shudders with the force of his release, and for a moment we're both still, suspended in the haze of afterglow. His heavy breathing fills the room, mixing with mine until it becomes impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. "Was that..." I whisper, barely able to get the word out. "Did you..." The question trails off as I feel a warmth spread through me again, and for just a moment I allow myself to believe that maybe...just maybe...he's telling the truth. Maybe this really was about more than just sex. His lips curve into a satisfied smile against my skin before he pulls out slowly, leaning back on his elbows and watching me with hooded eyes. I watch him back, taking in every detail of his face - the slight flush in his cheeks, the satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. For the first time, I can see past the teasing and games...and maybe even love him a little bit too. "Lexi?" he asks softly after a moment, his voice gentle yet curious. "Do you believe me now?"

My heart flutters wildly inside my chest at the question...and even though a tiny voice in the back of my mind is still unsure, I nod slowly. "I think..." I begin, hesitating for just a moment as he watches me expectantly. "Maybe..." My words trail off, and before I can think too hard about what I'm saying, I continue: "Yes." The admission feels strange on my lips, almost foreign...but as he leans down to kiss me once more, it feels somehow right. "I love you too," I whisper against his mouth, my voice barely audible even to myself.

My heart races in my chest as our lips meet, his tongue dancing with mine eagerly. The taste of him on my lips sends shivers down my spine and a wave of heat rushes through me in response. I feel myself melt into the kiss, losing track of time and place entirely as he touches something deep inside me that I didn't even know existed. His hands move down my body, skimming over every curve and hollow until they come to rest on my ass. He squeezes gently, pulling me closer still against the hard length pressed between his legs. "I love you," he whispers against my lips again, and this time there's no hesitation, no doubt in the words. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we kiss, reveling in the feeling of being wanted...of being loved. It feels so right, so natural...like this is where I belong. With him. Forever.