DEMETRIA
“DEMETRIA!”. Anastasia shouted as she walked into my apartment. I was in my kitchen making a cup of coffee to get my day started. Who told me going to the club last night was a good idea?
“Girl, why are you so energetic this morning? I still have a hangover”.
“You have a hangover from whatever you did with Marion, don't blame it on me.” She laughed at my predicament. The moment she said that, flashes of last night came rushing back.
“Okay… I see you. Look at your cheeks turning red. Spill now!” She said, tapping on the counter.
“He fingered me and brought me to an orgasm. Multiple times, girl,” I confessed, covering my cheeks with my hands as I leaned against the counter.
“Go girl!”
I laughed, shaking my head while sipping my coffee.
“How was your experience with him?” S
