I needed to be sitting up in somebody’s confessional telling all about the scandalous shit that I did last night. I have to get it off my chest but I just don’t have anybody to tell. People should never mix alcohol and weed together. Well, at least not people like me. I’m not a professional weed smoker or alcoholic. The most I smoke are Newports and the most I drink is wine coolers. But….for some reason I let this nigga, Quan, talk me into stepping up my game all because I was sprung and I hadn’t even gotten to ride the dick yet.

But anyways, it was a Tuesday night and I was bored as hell. I had been chillin’ with Quan for a couple weeks now and he seemed to be cool shit. He wasn’t like all the other guys on campus, trying to sex every female there was. He didn’t stay up in the clubs either and he wasn’t always at some college party tryna get his freak on. Quan chilled with a couple of dudes and that was it. Nobody knew his business like that and I liked that. Plus, he was fine as hell. A tall red bone with dark brown eyes and nice Caesar cut. Quan could dress his ass off, too, but then again, he was from New York so I expected nothing less.

Anyways, like I said, it had been a Tuesday night and I was up in my dorm room bored as hell, watching Family Matters re-runs and eating Oodle and Noodles. My roommate, Stacia, was at work and wouldn’t be in until around ten o’clock. I was always more than happy when she came home because she always had a lot of gossip being that she worked in the mall and everyone from campus was always up in there with somebody they wasn’t supposed to be with. Glancing at my alarm clock on my night stand, I saw that it was only seven o’clock so I had more than a couple hours to kill.

While I was just about to get up and head to the bathroom ‘cause I had been holding my bladder for I don’t know how long, my cell started ringing, playing Jay Z's song, ‘Show me what you got’. I looked at the caller ID screen and saw that it was Quan. ‘Damn, nigga,’ I thought to myself. ‘You just had to call me up on my way to the bathroom. I'ma end up peeing on myself tryna talk to you!’

I grabbed my cell and sat on the bed with my legs crossed. “What’s up?” I answered the phone.

“What’s good, ma? What you getting’ into tonight?” came Quan’s deep, sexy voice.

“Nothing for real,” I replied. “Why? What’s up with you?”

“Man, I got my nigga, Jordan, with me and we tryna come through and see you and your roommate. I got some drink and a blunt. You feelin’ me, ma?”

Hell yeah I was feeling Quan and wanted to see him. “Stacia’s at work but she’ll be here around ten,” I informed him. “You can come through and then holla at your boy when she gets here.”

“My boy gotta stick with me, ma, he don’t go here or nothing. He visiting from out of town, ya dig? So how ‘bout we roll out that way and he’ll just be there already when ol’ girl gets there? That cool with you, ma?”

I didn’t even think twice before saying, “Yeah.”

“Aiiight, ma. See you in a lil’ bit, aiiight?”

“Cool.”

I hung up the phone, happy as hell and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Half an hour later the room was  smellin’ like straight weed. I was so damn scared that somebody was gonna come knocking on our door. Even though Quan had a towel covering the bottom of the door, I was still paranoid that the shit wasn’t working. But after a couple hits of the blunt and a few shots of Grey Goose, I was feeling lovely and laid back in bed laying on Quan’s chest as he sat up flipping through tv channels. His boy, Jordan, who looked like he could be Quan’s brother, was sitting on the edge of Stacia’s bed talking to somebody on his cell. Sounded like a female so my first thought was: baby mama. Seemed like every nigga had one these days.

“Yo, I got you,” he kept repeating into his Blackberry. “It ain’t even like that, aiiight? I got you, stop trippin’. I’ll be back this weekend…damn.”

Every now and then I would glance over at him and he wouldn’t look my way but the last time I glanced at him, he scared the shit out of me because he looked back and his look was seductive as hell. Something about it let me know that he liked what his eyes had rested upon: me. I mean, he was fine as hell. Tall, a redbone just like Quan and he had hazel eyes. Ooooh, I loved me some hazel eyes on men. Nice, sexy lips, too and when he looked my way he licked them. Nice and slow. Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have drunk so much because maybe I wasn’t really seeing what I thought I was seeing.

“You good, ma?” Jordan asked me.

“Huh?” I asked, surprised that he had even called me out like that.

Jordan laughed as he came over to where Quan and I were and sat on the edge of the bed. “You look a lil out of it.”

“Nah, babygirl is straight, dawg,” Quan told him in a low voice as he placed his hand on my thigh and began to rub it. Just his touch alone gave me goose bumps and I was more than a little turned on.

“I can tell you don’t drink like that, or smoke for real,” Jordan told me as he licked his lips once again and my heart started beating fast. Damn he was sexy. Maybe he was sexier than Quan? Oh man, why did I smoke and drink?

“I’m good,” I assured him. “I’m real good… I mean, I’m fine.”

“Hell yeah you fine,” said Jordan in a low voice. “You nice and chocolate….thick as hell, too. Man, I bet you got a fat ass.”

“Huh?”

Jordan laughed when he heard how surprised I was at the comment. Quan even laughed a little himself.

“Yeah, dawg, she thick,” he spoke up for me like he knew I was thick in all the right places.

“I gotta see it to believe it,” said Jordan.

Quan patted my thigh a little and I sat up.

“You thick, ma?” asked Jordan.

I giggled. This shit wasn’t happening, or was it? If it was, I was kinda having fun though I hated to admit it. All eyez on me…..hahaha.

“Yeah, I got a little something goin’ on,” I said, getting up off the bed, standing up and turning around slowly, my ass in both of their faces. I knew their eyes were glued to my apple bottom. It never failed. I had on velour shorts so it was nothing to make my ass clap for ‘em. Just for the hell of it.

“Ohhhh shiiiit,” I heard Jordan moan.

“Damn,” came Quan’s voice.

I felt a hand grip my left ass cheek. I made it bounce. Then I felt a hand grip my right ass cheek. I made that one bounce also. Then I felt two hands gripping both my ass cheeks and I laughed hard as I made them both bounce. The next thing I knew I was being turned around and damn near lost it when I saw Jordan sitting on the edge of the bed with his dick in his hands, rubbing that big boy up and down and staring right in my eyes, no shame in his game whatsoever.

“Yo ma, is you wit it?” he asked in a low voice, pulling a condom from his jeans pocket and strappin’ up.

I looked at Quan but he was laid back on the bed with his eyes closed. Something told me that he wasn’t asleep.

Before I could answer, Jordan pulled my shorts and thong down and helped me ease onto his big dick. My pussy was already soaking wet. It became wet when I had first laid eyes on Jordan’s dick.

“Ohhhh shiiiiit,” I moaned, not just because Jordan’s dick felt so good inside of me but because it had been a little over six months since I had gotten some and I swear up until then I had forgotten what sex felt like.

“Oh damn, this pussy tight, babygirl,” Jordan moaned as he put his hands on my arms and helped me to bounce up and down.

Jordan didn’t know it but I didn’t need any help.

“This shit is da bomb,” Jordan moaned as he began sucking on the back of my neck.

‘Who the fuck you tellin’?’ I thought to myself.

“Yo, get up for a second, babygirl, I wanna hit this shit from the back so I can watch that ass jiggle.”

I got up off of Jordan’s dick, but like he said, only for a second so that I could stand up, grip the back of my chair and bend over and let Jordan get at me from behind.

“Oh hell yeah!” Jordan exclaimed as he pumped as hard as he could, slapping my ass in the process. He grunted all kinds of obscenities and I swear I even heard, “You fuckin’ bitch” in there at some point but we were both so caught up in the moment that I really didn’t care. Oh hell yeah, now looking back, I knew that shit had to have been that blunt and that Grey Goose ‘cause any normal day, that shit wouldn’t fly.

“Oh hell yeah, babygirl, I’m ‘bout to buss a nut up in this bitch.”

‘Long as you got that condom on, you good,’ I couldn’t help thinking to myself as I started backing my ass up hard and fast, trying desperately to get mines before Jordan got his and it was all over. I put my all and mind into it and it worked. Before I knew it, I felt oozes and goozes dripping down my inner thighs and I promise the whole world I was floatin’ on cloud nine, ten and eleven. A few seconds later Jordan slapped my ass real good. So good that it hurt and I knew my chocolate ass was red.

“My bad, ma,” he apologized after seeing me jerk my head back and shoot him a dirty look. “Ya shit was just that muthafuckin’ good.”

Jordan laughed as he withdrew himself from me, pulled off the condom, and threw it in Stacia’s wastebasket right by her bed. I made a mental note to get that shit before she came back, saw it and cussed me out.

I didn’t say anything to Jordan as I pulled up my thong and pants and raced to my closet to grab a lighter and incense off of my top shelf. Lighting the incense, I looked at Jordan who was now sprawled across Stacia’s bed with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly.

‘Oh no this nigga better be playing,’ I had thought to myself. ‘I know his ass is not sleep. Not that quick. Damn…glad he ain’t my nigga.’

That’s when I thought about Quan. What the fuck? I had totally forgotten about him and there he was, still laying on my bed with his eyes closed and he looked ‘sleep for real this time. I used that opportunity to grab my shower stuff, robe and slippers and head out of the room, down the hall and into the bathroom to take a shower. I knew I smelled like sex and the room did, too, but the least I could do was clean myself up. I was hoping that the incense that I’d lit would take care of the room.

After taking a nice thirty minute shower, I lotioned myself up really good, put my robe and slippers back on and headed back to my room. Once inside, I got the surprise of my life. Stacia was back and she was under the covers with Jordan! What the fuck! I heard kissing noises and could not believe it. Wanted to call him out on it. Shit, wanted to call her out on it! What was wrong with her? Then I thought back to how Stacia had confided in me a couple months back about how she hadn’t had sex in almost two years and how she had a thing for Upstate niggas that were lightskinned with light eyes. Okay, maybe she was imagining Jordan when she’d told me that.

I shook my head. I couldn’t be mad at her…only at him because he was obviously so dirty. He could’ve at least washed his dick. Or maybe he had. I had been in the shower for awhile.

I grabbed a big oversized Navy tee shirt from out of my drawer, slipped it on over my head and got into bed next to Quan who was now snuggled under my covers.

“Damn, ma, that you smellin’ all good?” Quan moaned, leaning over and kissing me on my neck.

“Mmmm, guesso,” I replied. “Who else is it gonna be?”