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"Okay, I--" Before Denise could finish, Nick interrupted.

"Who wants to meet her?" Nick asked, seriously.

"Cool it, Nick. I'll bring her right back," Annette said.

"Why don't you come, too?" Denise asked, holding her hand out for Nick. Nick eagerly took her hand.

Annette gave Denise a knowing look and decided not to comment on that.  Annette was happy for Denise, but she needed to have a good talk with  her, starting with the risk that Denise would have to take if she wanted  to be initiated.

"Everybody, this is Denise, a very good girl friend of mine." Annette  went around the poker table introducing everyone to Denise. The guys  Annette didn't know had no problems with offering up their names to  Denise when she didn't know it.

"Damn … all your friends fine? If so, could you please bring some more  next time?" A guy named Frankie had no problems blurting out his  thoughts.

Annette and Denise giggled.

"By the way … where is Bianca? Why didn't you bring her, too?" TJ asked.

Annette and Denise exchanged knowing looks before Annette answered,  "Bianca couldn't make it. She's actually packing. She'll be moving out  to Miami in the next week or so."

"Word?" TJ asked. "I actually liked her. Sometimes, she couldn't keep  her mouth closed enough, though. Going on vacation or something?"

Bianca would probably be pleased that TJ asked about her. She couldn't  wait to tell her. "Actually, I think she's moving for good."

"That's too bad. I'm just sorry I won't be able to send her off with a  good going away present like I know she likes it," TJ said, smiling  assertively.

"I'll be sure to tell her that," Annette nodded.

"Please do … " TJ said.

"Denise, what kind of work do you do," Alex asked, throwing down a couple cards on the table.

"I'm in accounting, just like Annette. I work at a local radio station."

"Oh, really? I've been looking for someone to crunch my numbers for me. You know … make sure I stay on my budget," Alex replied.

"I might be able to help you with that for a small fee," Denise said.

Before Alex could say anything else, Nick whispered something in Denise's ear and she smiled.

"Nice to meet you guys," Denise excused herself and Nick escorted her  away from the table with his arms around her waist. The point was taken  among the other members in the group. Nick had clearly claimed Denise  for himself. Annette noted the chuckle that escaped from Alex's lips as  he looked at their retreating backs. It didn't appear that he would give  up too easily either.         

     



 





Chapter 26





On Saturday evening, she and Tara rode their motorcycles to a local  strip mall to purchase two new Blu-Ray releases. Jordan, Mike, Troy, and  a girl name Cynthia were waiting for them to get back with the movies.  Annette could never imagine that she would be riding solo on a  motorcycle of her own. She remembered always seeing bikers ride in and  out of traffic, while she was just like the majority of people in her  car waiting behind in traffic. When she told her aunt about her new  hobby, her aunt didn't take it too well. She was so worried about the  dangers associated with riding a motorcycle. Annette assured her that it  was only a hobby and she never rode alone. Jordan never allowed her to  ride solo either and told her that it would be a long time before she  would be allowed to go out alone. In fact, the only time she was allowed  on the interstate was while on the back of his bike. He was just as  paranoid as his aunt was.

"You ready?" Tara said, putting the DVDs in the little knapsack on the back of her bike and grabbing her helmet.

"Yeah." Annette nodded.

"Did those guys run out of liquor the other night downstairs?"

"I think Troy got some this morning before his date got there, so we're  good on that," Annette replied, grabbing her helmet and getting ready to  put it on her head.

"Hi. Here's a flyer," a girl's voice startled Annette and she turned  around. "Come see my man A. Lyrics and his boy Sanchez. They're having a  freestyle battle for new artists at Jackson's Night Club."

When Annette heard the name A. Lyrics, she dropped her helmet back down  to her side. She looked at the cute, short, brown-eyed girl standing in  front of her and then at the flyer in her hand. She didn't take it.

"Anthony, huh?"

"How did you know his real name? You know him or something?" the girl asked, putting a hand on her waist.

"Yeah, I do," Annette said. When she looked off in the distance behind  the girl, her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted Anthony and a  guy who he and Leroy hung out with from time to time coming their way.

"Hey, ain't this your old girl, Anthony?" Sanchez asked, when the two were close enough to recognize her.

Anthony was speechless, taking in her new look and looking back and  forth from Tara, to her bike, and then back to her again. He had a  ridiculous look on this face. Annette remembered that this was the look  that he used to get when he wanted to ask a lot of questions.

"What's up?" That was all he could manage to say.

"I'm great, and you?"

The girl smacked her teeth and finally dropped the hand that was holding  the flyer that she had been waiting for Annette to take. "You know  her?"

Anthony ignored the girl. "You're lookin' good, Annette." His eyes gave  her a slow once over, from the skintight jeans up to the corset bustier  top that she was sporting. "Real good. You have that natural glow about  you that I always remember. That's a bad ass bike you got there, too."

"Thanks." Annette couldn't help but smile. Tara climbed on her bike and she followed suit, helmet at her side.

"I really miss you, Annette. I know I messed up and everything and that  there's no chance with you, but … is there a chance?" When Annette didn't  get an answer, he continued. "Well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry  for what I did. You deserve that apology and that's why I had been  calling you for over a month now."

"I accept your apology."

"I still love you, Annette." Anthony looked like a sick puppy dog and she felt sorry for him.

"Anthony, I love you, too … but … I'm not in love with you." With that,  Annette pulled her helmet on over her head, took one last look at  Anthony, revved her motor, and gestured to Tara that it was time to go.

Annette and Tara took off, leaving Sanchez, Anthony, and his angry new girlfriend looking stupefied.





Chapter 27





It was dark in the basement where they were all gathered to watch the  movies. The movie had ended and the credits were rolling. Somehow,  Annette had made her way on top of Jordan's lap. They were so engrossed  in kissing each other that they hadn't realized that someone had turned  the lights on until Troy startled them.

"Uh-unh! Y'all need to take that shit up in the room!"

Annette and Jordan smiled at each other when they noticed that everyone  was looking at them. "Sorry," they said in unison. They had sat far in  the back, so no one realized that they had tuned out of the movie a long  time ago and tuned into each other. Annette and Jordan took the hint  and hurried all the way up the stairs to his room.         

     



 

Once inside, clothes started flying everywhere. When they were completed  naked, Annette pushed him down on the bed and knelt between his knees,  taking his stiff dick into both her hands.

"Oooo, baby," he moaned, watching her.

"You like that?"

He nodded, like an eager schoolboy.

"How about this?" She used her tongue to tease the tip of his dick  before taking a good bit of him into her mouth. Their eyes locked as she  moved her lips and tongue up and down his erection. She continued until  he was rock hard and the veins were throbbing against her tongue. She  kept a steady pace until she heard his breathing become more intense.  They had been together enough for Annette to realize he was getting  ready to orgasm. Sometimes, Jordan could prolong his own release by  slowing down or changing positions, but Annette was in charge now and  she increased her pace.

"Annette … I'm gonna … are you gonna … ," he mumbled, and when he realized  that she wasn't going to stop, he said, "I'm not gonna do that to you,  baby … oooooo, shit … I can't come in your mouth … God!"

He tried to push her face away, but she pushed his hands back down on  the bed and continued. Jordan's dick felt so good in her mouth and she  wanted to keep him there. Annette opened her eyes and looked at him,  observing his expression each time she stroked the base of his dick with  her hand and each time her lips moved down his shaft. Suddenly, he  stiffened and let go and she felt the warm rush of thick cum shoot up to  the back of her throat. He came so hard that he bit his bottom lip to  keep from the force of it. Annette didn't stop sucking until his dick  stopped throbbing and she couldn't taste him anymore. He tasted like  raspberries with a hint of salt and she licked up every last drop from  the little slit at the head of his dick.