Ava Gray #2
Aja and I used to love dressing alike growing up.
So, for the night, we both had on the same sexy pajamas but in different colors.
The silk fabric felt good rubbing against my skin, but the way the shorts kept giving my coochie a wedgie was becoming annoying.
When we pulled through the gate of Julia’s home, Aja’s jaw dropped.
“Damn! This muthafucka is nice!”
“Yep. Welcome to the life of a billionaire's daughter,” I said as I put my car in park.
“If her daddy wasn’t dead, I’d be calling him daddy too. And I don’t mean like I’m his daughter.”
“I know what you mean, hoe.” I chuckled.
“Aye, gold-digging ain’t easy, but somebody gotta do it.” She applied lip gloss to her lips.
“Behave yourself tonight.”
“Girl! Don’t try to give me no damn lecture. I know how to act. You have some nerve.” She rolled her eyes as she got out of the car.
I popped the trunk, so we could grab everything we needed to take inside the house. Our duffle bags and all the snacks I ordered were in there.
“It’s party time, bitchesss!” Julia stood in her doorway, shouting.
She was sitting on forty acres and a mule, so no neighbors were close enough to hear all the commotion she was making. Aja and I giggled as we made our way toward her.
“This is a nice ass house, Julia,” Aja said, looking around.
The night we went out to the strip club, Julia said that was the best night she’d ever had in her life.
She met my sister that night, and they hit it off well.
Julia decided she wanted to run it back, so we were about to have a ball.
We all contributed snacks and liquor. Aja and I were the only two who smoked, so we made sure to bring our own bud.
Julia insisted that she hire someone to come and cook for us.
I actually volunteered to be the chef for the night but she refused.
The only thing she wanted me to do was relax and have fun.
Stephanie was already present. She sat in the living room, organizing the liquor bottles.
I’ve come to realize that her ass had a bad case of OCD mixed with ADHD.
She couldn’t stay still for shit; she had to constantly be doing something.
I introduced her and my sister, and within minutes, we were all on the same page.
The fun had begun. We started our night off with a sip and paint session, while the chef was in the kitchen whipping up our dinner.
Julia didn’t mind me and Aja lighting up.
For the paint session, Stephanie had gone out and bought canvases as well as all the other materials we needed.
Each canvas had a different drawing. Mine was a dick with a mouth wrapped around it.
Of course, when customizing it, I had Ethan in mind. My shit turned out really cute.
After painting, we decided to play a drinking game.
Instead of choosing one, we switched it up and combined three different games into one.
Drink If… Would You Rather… and One Hundred Dirty Questions.
I wasn’t sure how far this game would go, but I wasn’t trying to get pissy drunk.
All the liquor we had lined up was insane.
We each picked our favorite bottle and placed it on the tray that Julia sat in the middle of the floor.
Once the first shot was poured, we were ready.
“Alright, first one. Drink if…. Damn, we're getting right to it, huh?” Aja burst out laughing as she examined her card.
“Okay, drink if you’ve slept with more than eight people.”
Without hesitation, this fool downed her shot, with Stephanie following.
“Y’all some hoes.” I burst out laughing.
Julia picked a random card, then read it silently with a giggle.
“This is a good one.” She cleared her throat before reading. “Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm.”
At the same time, all four of us downed a shot and then laughed.
“See, that’s a shame. We need to stop being so nice and start telling these muthafuckas that their dicks are trash. Fuck stroking their ego and making them feel good.” Aja popped off.
“One time, I faked it so good. The guy I was dealing with at the time seriously thought he was the man right afterward. Like, it was so bad that I left his house to go to another guy’s house just so I could cum,” Stephanie told us.
“I remember that.” Julia giggled.
“Damn,” Aja laughed.
“That’s a shame on him.” I shook my head. “Okay, my turn.” I leaned forward to pick a card.
“Ohh…rough and quick, or gentle and slow?”
“I like it rough and quick.” Stephanie raised her hand.
“Shit, it depends,” Aja spoke up. “How I’m feeling right now, I need to be fawked. We can make love another night.”
We all started laughing.
“I'll say a little of both at the same time. He has to know how and when to switch it up, though,” I chimed in.
“I agree.” Julia nodded. “But I’m not really a fan of quickies. I like to think that I have a high sex drive, so quickies don’t do too much for me.” She shrugged.
“Sis said she’s a whole Energizer bunny out this bitch.” Aja slapped high fives with Julia.
“I’ll take a shot to that because if dude nuts before I do, best believe we’re gonna have a problem.” Aja rolled her neck.
We poured up, and together, we drank to that.
I wasn’t even on my sixth shot, and I was feeling pretty damn wavy.
I had about one more drink in me before I shut it down and called it quits because I hated that hungover feeling in the mornings.
It’s been a while since the last time I actually got drunk.
The night at the strip club, I was only buzzed.
I planned to have a blast this time. The chef had peeped in to let us know dinner was finished and set up in the kitchen.
Julia had paid him prior to showing up, once he was done cleaning he quietly exited before telling us to enjoy.
Needless to say, we weren’t even thinking about the food. Aja had me laughing so much and so damn hard that my stomach was cramping, and I almost peed on myself. It’s safe to say we all needed this night.
“So, this is your first time hooking up with a black dude?” Aja questioned.
“Yes.” Julia nodded excitedly.
I didn’t even know how they got on the topic of interracial dating.
“Okayy, Ms. Dirty Up the White Snow. You and my sister out here just swirlin’ around with these men, huh? Y’all need to find me somebody too, then shit. Hell, male or female, I don’t give a damn.”
Aja was serious, but we all burst out laughing.
“Ok, so I’m feeling extremely tipsy, and I just want to let yall know that I absolutely love every one of you.” Julia couldn’t stop smiling.
“Oh hell,” Aja said, giggling.
“I’m so serious! I really do love yall!” She continued to smile. “And I do have something to tell y'all, but I don’t know how it’s going to make you feel.” She twiddled her fingers.
“Girl, just spit it out.” Aja sat up ready to sip the tea.
“Ace is the black guy I’ve been talking to.” She quickly covered her face.
Both Aja and I sat with our mouths dropped wide open. I definitely wasn’t expecting her to say Ace, and from that moment on I wanted no more details about what she’s been doing behind closed doors.
“Oh my god, ewwww!” Aja shouted jokingly. “Lord, out of all the fine niggas walking this Earth you picked Ace rude ass.”
I laughed at that because they were definitely opposites.
“He’s actually funny and a smooth talker.” Julia blushed.
“Well if you like it, I love it, sista.” Aja gave her a high five.
“As long as you’re happy. Now, I have to threaten his ass to keep him in line.” I shrugged.
I knew my brother like the back of my hand. I considered Julia a close friend and I didn’t want or need Ace fuckin her over in any kind of way.
“Have you ever been with a black guy?” Aja turned to ask Stephanie.
“Yeah, but he wasn’t like fully black. Like his mom is white, dad black. He was actually my first love in high school.” She blushed.
“Are you talking about Aaronnn?” Julia teased with a giggle.
“Yes, him.” Stephanie laughed, turning red.
“You still talk to him?” I asked, being nosey as hell.
“No. He’s married now with kids.” She sighed.
“And?” Aja smacked her lips.
“See, bitch, that’s why your ass doesn't need to be married. Because you pop a lot of shit as a single woman, but I know damn well you’ll be hurt and ready to kill a hoe if somebody tried you like that.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, my bad. I forgot you’re the only married one here.” Aja laughed.
“But that really doesn’t count because Rob ain’t shit, and he was a waste of time and energy. Yo’ ass needs a do-over.”
“Yeah, with Ethan,” Julia added with a smile.
My head fell into my hands because every chance Julia got, she would express how much she loved seeing Ethan and me together.
“I keep telling y’all that Ethan and I are just friends having fun.”
“Yeah, y’all having fun alright. Friends who fuck on the regular always end up catching feelings and making it official.” Aja side eyed me.
“You’re sleeping with Ethan?” Stephanie asked with a dropped jaw. “I knew it! I didn’t want to ask and be wrong, so I never said anything.”
“Steph, it’s so obvious.” Julia laughed.
“No, it’s not.” I shook my head.
“Yes, it is. You know what gives it away?” Julia lifted her eyebrow.
“What?” I folded my arms.
“Ethan is very protective of you. You should’ve heard how he went off on my mom and Trenton for not giving him a heads up about those pictures.”
“Oh yea,” Stephanie nodded. “I heard he was extremely disrespectful.”
“He was.” Julia agreed. “Plus, the way he looks at you is hard to miss. That’s what gave it away for me. You two are in love but in denial all at the same time.”
“Okayyy, enough of all that.”
We weren’t about to have a conversation solely about my love life, so I got up to turn the music up, so we could dance. Mariah Carey’s “It’s A Wrap” played through the speakers.
“Let’s make a TikTok,” I suggested.
“I’ve seen that dance, but I don’t know how to do it,” Stephanie said. “I don’t have rhythm like Julia. I’m definitely the white girl with no flavor.”
“Well, you are about to learn today.” Aja stood up.