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He pulls his dick out of my mouth and slowly backs away from me....all I can do is sit on the bed and shake my head in disbelief at what the fuck just happened.He backs up until his back is against the wall and utters a very faint ,"Damn Sasha". I realize what time it is,Omar will be home any minute now. "Ricky you gotta go, Omar will be here any minute and I........." I lose my train of thought and actually take a good look at Ricky, the brotha is yummy. 6'4, broad shoulders, big hands, and a big dick......beautiful caramel complection,jet black curly hair , a gorgous smile with the deepest dimples...snap out of it Bitch! This is your fiances best friend, his ace, his fuckin line brother and college roommate. You can't do this.   Shower.....I have to get in the shower and regroup because if I stay in this room any longer with this man I'm going to end up having his babies. I feel so badd but damn the dick was off the charts...why did he have to have some good- good? Why couldn't it be horrible and then I wouldn't be thinking about it right now...I turn on the shower extra hott hoping the steam and all that damn febreeze I sprayed will cover up the smell of sex, weed, and guilt that now lingers in the air...."damn Sasha you really fucked up this time hunny." I hop in the shower and damn near burn my skin off the water is sooo hot. I'm scrubbing every part of my body so hard that my skin begans to burn when the water hits it......just as I'm turning the water off I hear the last few words of my personal ring tone, " I need you bad " by Jasmine Sullivan, I walk to where the phone is on the dresser and near it there's a note....Shit, why couldn't he just leave and be done with it? I read it anyway ," Sasha what happened today was no accident I have wanted you for a very long time but you were off limits because of the friendship I have with Omar. He doesn't deserve you,  he's fucking you over....You need a nigga like me....Ricky." What did that part mean ,"he's fucking you over?" Before I could even come to some sort of conclusion my phone rings again ....it's Omar. I answer with a very faint ,"Hello?" "Babe what's going on I've been calling you all fuckin day, is everything okay?" "Yea I'm cool it's just been a crazy day, but um what's up?"...."Nothing...I miss you...Let's go get dinner or something, I'll be there in 30 minutes." click.........Why is he being so nice? Maybe he knows something....one of these nosey ass neighbors might have called him and told him about the noises they heard coming from the house....or maybe i'm just paranoid and guilt is eating my ass alive. I decide to get over it and get dressed. I decide on a pair of gray Rockin Republic skinny jeans, some purple top I got on sale at the Nordstrom Rack, and these bad ass BCBG multi colored stilettos, 30 minutes exactly he was outside....I'm finally calm now that I see my hunny outside I walk to the truck to get in and before I could get to the passenger side door who steps out of the backseat to open my door for me?..............