Layanna #2
Completing our meal, and enjoying the healing that had taken place, including my mother and father telling me they had rekindled their romance and were planning to remarry each other eventually.
I was happy for my father because after leaving my mother, I never saw him seriously date anyone.
Making plans to get together with my parents for dinner soon, Caleb and I prepared to head to his place, where JaJa decided to come along so we could get started with our real bitch catch-up session.
As we stepped through the foyer, I immediately kicked my shoes off and told JaJa to follow me to the kitchen while I offered her something to eat, drink, or snack on.
“You’re very familiar with this big ass mansion,” JaJa chuckled, causing me to flip her the bird.
“Flipping me the bird is cool, but bitch get to the real details. How the fuck did you and Caleb end up not only fucking but deeply in love?” She asked with a face full of playfulness and intrigue, bringing a smile to my face.
“Forgive me, Maria girl, but I know that big fine mothafucka be putting you right through the mattress, don’t he?
” She asked quizzically, before continuing, “Never mind, don’t answer that, cause then I might need a turn.
I’m knee deep in a dick drought, so I’m living vicariously through you,” causing us both to howl with laughter.
Making for the perfect segue to tell her about us being non-monogamous, mischief flickering behind my eyes as I texted Dana and Ahmir to see if they wanted to stop by.
They responded, saying they were leaving dinner and were on their way.
If I was going to get JaJa caught up to speed on my new normal, then I might as well take the roof off, I thought to myself as I chuckled outwardly.
Caleb walked up behind me, “What are you over here laughing at, gorgeous?” He asked as his teeth dragged along my neck before he got to his favorite spot and bit down, eliciting a soft whimper to fall from my lips.
“Mr. Black, don’t start, we have company,” I said softly, looking towards Ajaih as she poured herself a glass of wine.
My best friend had always been beautiful, with her smooth, sandy brown skin, her perfect smile, and a button nose that was home to her reddish brown freckles that took her from beautiful to outright fucking gorgeous.
She was 5’4” of sassiness, ambition, and drive.
She was the perfect person to work their way up the military ranks because she didn’t take any shit from anyone.
Her years in the military took her once soft, plush body to a well-toned stallion as genetics made sure her thunderously thick thighs, curvy hips, and round ass paired with the six pack and toned upper body she now maintains thanks to the gym.
She kept her long curly mane pulled back into a bun thanks to her years in the military and now her duty as a commercial airline captain; however, when she let her tresses out to play, you’d never see a more gorgeous woman.
“Don’t mind me, just act like I’m not here,” she said, turning around to face us with a grin on her face, causing the three of us to laugh just as the doorbell sounded.
“We’re having company?” Cal asked with his eyebrow raised.
“Dana and Ahmir,” I responded as I headed to get the door. I could see the amusement on JaJa’s face as she watched Cal follow behind me like a love-sick puppy, I had under my spell.
“Sit, Ubu, sit…good boy!” JaJa yelled.
“ARF!” Caleb barked loud and deep.
We lost it with laughter as I opened the door. Finally looking up, my breath hitched at the sight of Ahmir and Dana standing there looking like they just stepped off a runway in Milan.
“H—Hi,” I stuttered, still not over how good they looked.
Dana was draped in a beautiful burnt terracotta one-shoulder twist front evening gown from Tom Ford.
I knew she probably had on padlock heels to match her copper colored clutch and gold accessories.
As always, her pixie cut was styled to perfection, and she smelled heavenly.
Ahmir was clad in a black wool mohair tuxedo from Tom Ford.
His locs were freshly re-twisted and styled into a perfect bun towards the nape of his neck.
He was biting his bottom lip as he took me in, and I could see he had his gold canines matching his gold Rolex, and a Cuban link chain and bracelet.
Arrogant ass nigga know he looks fucking good, I thought I said to myself, but apparently I whispered it under my breath loud enough for him and Dana to hear, causing them both to laugh and snap me back to reality and cover my face realizing they’d heard me.
Dana and Ahmir each grabbed an arm and pulled me into them, as Dana softly but sensually kissed my lips as Ahmir whispered into my ear, “You want this arrogant ass nigga to put this dick deep in you tonight, don’t you?
” He asked, as I clinched my thighs and shook my head up and down, yes, almost instantaneously as the question left his lips.
“Oooooo BITCH, you really been over here living the good life, GOTDAMN, lemme go take a cold shower or something, shit!” Ajaih yelled out, causing Dana and Ahmir to look in her direction with warm smiles and amusement on their faces.
Shaking my head, I turned toward my silly ass best friend, “Ja, these are my lovers Dana and Ahmir, they are engaged and also make up our polycule,” I said with confidence and pride as I felt Dana and Ahmir gently rubbing and stroking my neck, back, and ass.
“Dana, Ahmir, this is Ajaih, my best friend. She’ll be here in Winston Hills for the next month, so expect to see her around, keeping up noise,” I added as Caleb dapped up Ahmir and took Dana in his arms for a kiss as he whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks blush.
“You’re gorgeous,” Dana gushed as she hugged Ajaih, causing her freckles to illuminate on her now rosy cheeks.
“As are you, this dress is stunning,” JaJa complimented, intrigue written all over her face as she turned to look at Ahmir, fidgeting with her hands, letting me know she was nervous as she looked at this fine ass man in front of her.
“You can just call me Mir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, beautiful,” the bass from his voice sending vibrations straight to my nipples.
As he stepped in to hug Ajaih, he looked directly from me to my breasts and smirked, causing me to shake my head and say in my head, for real this time, “Arrogant ass nigga.”
We made our way to the den with drinks and snacks in hand as we sat around shooting the shit.
“Ya-Ya, aren’t you glad I told you when we were in high school that you just needed to eat some pussy and call it a day?” Causing us to burst out laughing.
“Layanna has always looked at fine women the way men do, especially if you paid attention to her. The average stranger might not think much about it, but I could tell,” she continued, “So when she finally started exploring in college, I was so happy that she could.”
“What about you, what are your desires?” Dana asked, looking directly at her with a raised brow.
“I—I don’t know,” she stammered over her words.
“Don’t know or afraid to feel the magnitude of your desires made a reality?” Dana responded.
I watched as Dana had my normally confident, outgoing bestie shook, as she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together. I made a mental note of this interaction because it seemed that this was only the beginning of Dana and Ajaih, as their sexual tension made the air around us thick.
Breaking the comfortable silence, Ajaih asked about our rules of engagement.
We explained that Caleb and I were a couple that dated another couple, Ahmir and Dana, exclusively, and we were not seeking to add others to our dynamic.
Dana and Ahmir expressed a similar makeup, except Dana was open to having another woman companion who could make a choice to be with only her or with Ahmir if they both wanted—hearing that caused the curiosity in Ajaih’s eyes to flicker, as I hit her with a knowing smile.
My girl was finally ready to take a journey of self-discovery, and I believed Dana planned to be her tour guide.
Ahmir stood and grabbed my hand as we said our goodbyes to everyone. JaJa opted to stay the night and chill with Dana and Cal, and I made sure to whisper to Cal and Dana to put a smile on my girl’s face within her comfort zone, both assuring me they would.
Entering our bedroom, Ahmir grabbed my throat, pulling me to him with enough pressure to make me moan on my breathy exhale, “Mirrrr,” I purred.
“Mir, what, baby? Tell this arrogant ass nigga what you need,” he demanded as he looked down at me, hunger evident in his eyes.
“I need you to please me until I make a mess,” I responded.
“Be a good girl and take off those little ass shorts,” he ordered as he slapped my ass, then rubbed the sting away, making me feel even more needy.
Doing as I was told, I shed the shorts and my sports bra.
I was left standing in my Van Cleef jewelry, down to my gold and onyx anklet.
Pleased with my listening skills, he twirled his finger slowly signaling for me to give him a full 360 view, to which I again listened, doing as I was told.
Now facing Ahmir again, his face showed satisfaction as he began to remove his tuxedo piece by piece.
Unable to help myself, I went to him, needing to feel his skin beneath my fingertips.
It felt like time had dragged since the last time I was intimate with Ahmir.
I yearned for his touch, his affection, and his attention to my body’s details.
“Needy,” he stated as he watched my hands roam his chiseled body before grabbing my chin gently, forcing me to look into his eyes as he planted the most sensual kiss on my lips.