I threw three of the baggies into the inside pocket of my bag and left out the other to snort now. I broke it down in the bathroom counter still in the bag before I emptied it out onto the counter. I rolled up a fifty dollar bill and held it in my nose as I went over the fine white powder. With the feeling of being relaxed taking over I gathered my things and went downstairs to meet Jamar. I plopped on the couch sitting sloppy, like I was pushed down there. I stretched my legs out to prop up on the table, "Zada? Are you ready?" I heard from upstairs, "I'm down here, Jamar." I didn't hear anything but I heard footsteps thumping soon after I replied. I stood up fixing the bottom of the dress that rode up and waited watching as Jamar pranced downstairs seemingly fast and wild. "Wow, Zada. You look really cute. Where did you find that dress?" He asked as he turned his back to me to slip on his black leather jacket. Giving me a perfect view of that round manly ass that reflected a football player in their tight pants. I was so mesmerized by his lovely backside I forgot what he asked me, "yeah," I murmured softly with my eyes wide and focused.
Omg i love this story some parts make me wanna cry then wanna laugh put it like this I had different reaction when i read it bump