1. Genesis #2
“Ang,” I sighed. “We talked about this. I don’t wanna live my whole life in Lexington.
I couldn’t even find a job back home.” “Ok, but who said you had to stay in Lexington? You could always move in with me down in Charlotte.” “Baby, no. I cannot afford your deluxe apartment. Hell, my Vegas shithole is eating me alive. I don’t know how much longer I can float this.
” If I wasn’t drunk, that statement paired with the peeled up paint around the front door would send me into psychosis.
When they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I never imagined that I’d be struggling.
Scraping toothpaste out of the tube every month was not on my OG itinerary.
I thought I'd be jet setting and sipping champagne right alongside Ang. Yet, here I was.
“Karma, I wouldn’t ask you to move just to watch you struggle.
You know I’d take care of you,” Ang frowned.
“That's part of the problem, Angie.”My decision to leave our home town was brought on by two things.
My desire to work in the field of my degree, and my constant reliance on Angie.
Or our reliance on each other, I should say.
We were fused at the hip. Doctors appointments, trips, grocery shopping, you name it and I can guarantee we did it together.
It's not that we couldn't do it on our own, we just didn't want to.
It was mildly unhealthy at best. Codependent and obsessive at worst. It had gotten slightly better with my time away, but Ang still called me before every dentist appointment.
“Karma, it's only a problem to everyone else.
I don't give a fuck about doing for you.
You're the only person who doesn't take advantage of that.” “I know, and I never will.
I'm making sure of it.” Angie pouted in defeat before scooching closer on my plywood special couch.
All was forgiven as soon as our temples grazed.
That was just part of our magic. “Fine, I'll leave it for now.
But just know, if you need me, I'm there.”“You always have been,” I chuckled while pecking Angie.
The air suddenly grew heavy. I was aiming for Angie's cheek but I didn't tilt my head far back enough, so instead my lips connected with that sensitive patch of skin between the ear and jawbone.
Angie's relaxed posture stiffened immediately after my departure, and those dark licorice eyes bore into mine.
Some awareness remained in Angie's gaze, but it was quickly waning.
That leer was akin to watching wild storm winds whip into a tornado spiral.
Terrifying but magnetic. The kind of sight that kept you on the porch way longer than what was safe.
Yet I couldn't run even if I wanted to. My muscles had locked in place, only allowing the quick breaths that were sustaining my thundering heart.
“I'm gonna go take a shower,” Angie finally said while rising.
“Ok,” I whispered, too scared to speak. “Night, Ang.”“Night, Karma. See you tomorrow.” I remained perfectly still until I heard the bathroom door lock behind them and the shower start.
Then when I was sure that there was soap on the rag, I darted to my bedroom.
If I was going to torture myself, I might as well make some money off it.
Angie
I narrowly avoided clogging up Karma's drain with a week's worth of pent up nut.
It took me forty minutes to get there, but I was proud of myself in the end.
Because I didn't pounce on her the second her glossy lips pressed against my jaw, and I also didn't let her see what she'd done to me.
I just removed myself from the situation and calmed down.
Originally, I even had plans to sleep it off, but that was not possible because Karma didn't keep lotion in her bathroom.
Likely because she was always rushing to be somewhere.
Fuck. Karma and her shitty time management was going to be the death of me.
The hallway between her room and the bathroom felt impossibly tight even though the doorways were a good seven feet apart.
I stood there for a long time. I knew she was up because there were still lights on in her room and she only slept in total darkness.
Yet, she was quiet. Too quiet. I prayed I didn't cross the line.
The last thing I wanted was to drive her away again.
The last three years had been agony even with my instant access to air travel.
If I thought Vegas was bad, whatever she could think of next would undoubtedly be worse.
Knowing Karma she'd up and move to Russia or some shit next.
Me and Eastern Europe did not vibe. I hated the texture of sour cream and they put that shit on everything over there.
However, with my skin on my feet threatening to crack from her hard ass water, it left me no choice but to face my fears and interrupt her stewing.
I shuffled to her door and knocked once.
No answer. But she did give me a little grunt.
Maybe she had fallen asleep?That was fine.
I'd go in, grab the lotion, kill her lights, then take my dumb ass to bed.
Hopefully, in the meantime, I regained enough sense for us to get brunch tomorrow.
The door creaked open slowly under the force of my grip but it wasn't slow enough to prepare me for what awaited me.
I smelled it before my eyes could process the scene in front of me.
It smelled wet. Really fucking wet, and cruelly sweet.
“Angie!” Karma gasped. The hand holding her surrogate dick stilled.
Which wasn't helpful because it was still lodged up the entirety of her throbbing pussy.
Creaminess leaked down the base of it with every passing second.
I noticed that first. The second thing I peeped was that eggplant purple cat eye polish on her toes and the coordinating velvet tights that her brown thighs spilled out of.
So she had taken my request?Finally, I noticed the cameras and the light set up.
I had to admit the angles were fantastic, even if my heart was in my ass.
“I'm sorry,” she rushed while pulling a blanket over herself.
“I thought I locked the door. And-”“Karma.”“Angie, really. I can explain. See-” “Karma,” I said again, this time firmer.
Quiet overtook her, and she finally sucked in a breath.
It was laced with fear and anxiety, but at least she was breathing.
“Are you mad?” she sniffled. “No Karma,” I sighed as I stepped closer.
“I'm not mad. But I need you to turn the cameras off.”“Angie, I-”“Are the cameras off, Karma?”“Yes,” she nodded.
“They're off.”“Good,” I chuckled. “Now lay back and let me take care of you.”
It was obvious she needed some relief, and I needed to be that for her just as bad.
The tension between us had grown heavy enough to crush a man whole.
Something or somebody had to give. “What, Angie?” she gasped as I sat on her bed.
“We can't do that-”Her words were those of protest but she made no effort to move when my fingers grazed the inner skin of her thighs.
Not even when they breached her lips and circled around her clit.
Instead she welcomed my curious touch by spreading her legs wider to accommodate my thick fingers.
“I said lay back, Karma,” I instructed again.
“I know what you need. Now let me take care of you.”This time she listened.
Karma relaxed against the mattress with one shaky exhale, then she let me in.
Into her mouth, into her body, into her mind.
I was everywhere I shouldn't have been, indulging in everything I told myself I never would.
Just like that cupcake twenty five years back, taking Karma gave me the worst adrenaline rush of my life.
Even worse than my first time flying a plane.
However, just like that cupcake, Karma was the sweetest thing I ever wrapped my lips around.
So I decided then and there that she should be mine.
Regardless of what anyone had to say about it.