September 1st, 2023 | Friday

        Josiah met Micah when she was thirteen years old. Were they the best of friends? Of course not. Associates at most.

Growing older together allowed the both of them to go through many changes in the presence of one another—effortlessly bringing the two together as young adults. So when he asked her to be his girlfriend it was a no brainer.

Now that the boy had competition , Josiah was second guessing their entire relationship which was something she never wanted or thought she would be doing, it almost felt unreal if you asked her. Comparing the few moments with Paris versus the years of memories with Micah even if they weren't of them together.

She couldn't figure out if she was the problem, or if she had only gotten with him out of comfort and the familiar feeling they shared. "God. If you are listening to me right now , I beg...send a sign." She whispered under her breath.

Sitting in the center of her bed in a comfortable position, she couldn't do anything but think. Her school work was finished, and the only thing she had left of her project was putting her beautiful artwork on the form of a canvas she had chosen. "Anything." She begged, shutting her eyes tightly.

A knock on her door broke her away from her thoughts. Before allowing them entry, she wanted to know who it was. "Who is it?!" Her raspy voice shouted ensuring it was carried past the barrier the door had created.

"Justice..." His tone sounded unsure, worrying her a slight bit.

She smiled, adjusting herself in her bed as she shouted back granting access for him to enter. Stumbling inside, he was dressed in fresh clothes he had just changed into from his after school shower. "You could help me with my chemistry homework?"  He looked skeptical as he held up his black binder from the class.

Locking the door behind him, he ambled over as she gave him an unconvinced look. "You could've chose any other subject, I know how good you are at chemistry." She called him out, watching a nervous expression cross his smooth dark skin. She patted her bed anyway, trusting the process. "What do you really want." She probed.

"To do some diggin'." He smirked, never hesitating to take a seat as he was about to come clean about the real reason behind his visit, "What's up with you and Dice?" His question threw her in for a loop but she couldn't show that he had her speechless by what she thought was a random question.

"Once you been here long enough, you gon' realize I catch on to a lot of shit. Some stuff it may take others longer to put the pieces together but not me." He sighed, lying back comfortably with his feet dangling off the side of the bed. "The night of the shooting shit at the club, first clue. That man manipulate the fuck outta people sometimes, including Tre." He pointed out and she had to nod in agreement.

She caught on to his tactics early on so she watched out for it, but he had such a good way with words that she didn't doubt for a second—people who weren't thinking that deeply let him dupe them all the time. "Yall was late coming home, you got a hickey and shit." He recalled, "Let it slide, til I heard you in the phone with that girl and that dude, he obviously gay so you capped out bout who gave em to you."

Her mouth fell agape as she listened to how he had been putting the pieces together. "Don't even continue, what is the point of this," she didn't need him to retrace her every step to know what she herself had been up to. She raised her eyebrows while he smirked.

"You lucky I don't blackmail cause boyyyyyy," He dragged his words and she shook her head feeling a sense of betrayal by his empty threat. "I like mess. So tell me what's been goin on between yall recently for my daily dose since school lame." He let out a breath, resting his hands on his out stretched torso as he laid down.

"Nothing actually, he basically put a pause on us until I figured things out with my real boyfriend." She came clean, feeling a pang in her heart at the thought. "Ughhh, is it crazy to say I miss him even though I see him almost every single day? Ludicrous!" She whispered, and Justice was in agreement.

The wheels in his head were spinning, "You miss him that much then I don't know...talk to him." He suggested, confused by her dilemma.

"It's not that easy," With a sigh she felt as if she was stressing her self out worse than need be, out of her own fear. There had been so much change in her life within the past year that she was scared to change anything else.

Micah was what she knew, but Paris was what she craved.

She just didn't want it to be impulsive with something she'd done because Paris was like a shiny new toy showing her new things—only for it to bite her in the butt in the end. "So what's stopping you." Justice was curious. "Maybe I could help you figure it out." He offered.

She smiled at his willingness. "Something in my gut is telling me that Micah hasn't been faithful to me either, but I don't believe in two wrongs." She started. "I also believe that I could feel this way because I'm doing my own dirt." This was where she felt at a crossroad.

Justice smacked his teeth. "Man, if youn drop his ass like a bad habit." His uncaring words led her to bubble with laughter. She couldn't even take him serious in such a serious moment. "If it's one thing my ain't shit ass sister taught me, it's that a woman's intuition would never lead her wrong. If you feel that shit deep down in your soul, it's the truth." His words sent her into deep thought.

She had done something wrong too, but maybe she wasn't projecting.

Josiah went to reply but was interrupted by the dinging of her phone. "Yeah I guess you're right..." She nodded in agreement, trying to win the battle with herself, while using her face to unlock her phone. Using her thumb, she tapped against the iMessage from the unknown number with the 708 area code.

"What you looking at?" Justice looked over her shoulder since she had started paying attention to her phone in the middle of their heart to heart conversation.

Josiah only shrugged her shoulders. Shifting in her seat she pressed the video that had been sent with no context. With Justice looking as well she pressed play, her lips parting at the sight of her boyfriend and a girl she didn't think she'd ever seen playing around like best friends.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away as the unfamiliar voice of a girl and the familiar voice of Micah filled her ears. The video looked to be recorded by someone else trying not to be seen, but it had obviously got in the girls hands judging from the message that finally came after. "Damn, who that is sis ?" Justice frowned feeling her energy shift completely.

(708)-XXX-XXXX
Since July 18th!

It was just a video of them talking and playing around, but the message threw her in for a loop. She was trying to decipher if this meant he was cheating on her, or entertaining someone else just like she was doing to him.

She let out a breath, her eyes reading over the short message multiple times. "My boyfriend." Her response was short, but his eyes widened at the irony since they had just been discussing him.

"Well, would you look at God, sis." He shook his head, and she couldn't fight the smile that grew on her face at his words, "He showing you right now to dead that. He just needed you to decided for yourself first." His words for some reason felt real.

Maybe it was true. Maybe she needed to make the decision on her own before the truth was revealed to her. She just didn't know what the truth was. "I mean can I even be mad about this? I haven't been loyal and they look to just be talking." She claimed, and Justice scoffed. It was her subconscious talking, feeling like it was karma.

Then again, she didn't know if she was looking at it out of context.

"Ion give a fuck if he got a picture of yo pussy in another nigga mouth—he was wrong!" He ducked in the middle of his statement since she went to hit him due to his vulgar language as always.

"You're just being biased!" She argued playfully since he reached out and smacked her back.

"And so what? You can cheat on him not the other way around." He claimed, "Hire a hit man for his nasty ass, that girl look like a donkey with ass," he continued to crack.

She rolled her eyes but he continued. "What we wanting on? Call him and break up with him so you can finally be wit my homie, I bet he catch bodies for yo ass." He was laying it on thick, pushing her to side eye him.

"Oh you team Dice, that's why you doing all of dat. None of this proves he's cheated, and this can't be my reason for breaking up with him because I've done worse." She nodded finally understating his frustrations, while admitting she went further than simply talking and playing.

"Mmcht what? Nahhhhh." He shook his head as if she said the most crazy thing known to man kind. "I'm team Josiah sis, we in this for life. I'm down to burn his house down or some shit, on my momma." He was down to ride, and her cheeks were hurting from how hard she had been smiling.

She didn't look like someone who had just found out they had been possibly getting cheated on by their significant other, "okay let's just call and ask about it, I don't know if he knows I got the video, but if he doesn't it wouldn't be that easy to lie on the spot right? It would be hypocritical for me to go crazy on him." She decided, and Justice just accepted it because Josiah was too soft for him.

If he was her he wouldn't let it slide, he didn't even care if she cheated, it was after he did it so it his fault and not hers. "Call him." Justice urged her.

"You better be quiet." She warned him in search for her boyfriend's contact. He was buried in her messages due to lack of communication between the two of them lately. She didn't hesitate to start an outgoing call—placing it on speaker after being forced by her younger step-brother.

The two of them waited for the phone to ring before a groggy Micah answered the phone like everything was good. "Hello?" He hadn't even checked to see who was calling. He had been out all night splurging on Kenzie and he was exhausted.

Josiah cleared her throat, her sophistication rushing up her throat no matter how hard she tried to swallow the words.  "I'm curious Micah." Her voice made his eyes pop open. With how busy he had been he forgot that he actually had another girlfriend—a real one.  "How long have you known this girl I just got a video of you with?"

She had never been so happy to admit she had only had sex with him one time which was when he took her virginity only months prior. She wondered if they had been having sex. His eyes grew wider as if she could see. "What?" He couldn't even comprehend, he figured he'd must've still been sleep and this wasn't really happening.

"I won't sit here and have a screaming match with you, but considering your new friend who I'm sure is somewhere with you right now, sent me a video of you two, I shouldn't have to explain to you why I feel slighted because usually you tell me about all your friends."

Micah swallowed. She knew him too well. His eyes trailed over to Kenzie who was sound asleep in his bed like she predicted. He'd stopped going to her house after feeling uncomfortable with how messy it was. "I don't know what you talking about ma? Can I come and see you—" he paused realizing she wasn't even within reach for him to pull the face to face card.

"Saw it with my own two eyes Micah, and if it wasn't her , when you find out who it was that sent me the video—thank them for me okay?" Her uncaring voice enraged him. He was trying to maintain his composure but it was hard. "Can you explain who she is."

"Josiah, that's just my cousin Devin half sister." He lied , he and she squinted her eyes. She wasn't sure if Devin had a half sister, she knew his family but not his family's—family.

"You're related to her?" She instead asked, trying to put the pieces together. There were inconsistencies but she couldn't tell if he was lying, or if she just was looking for a reason to break it off.

Micah sighed.  "Yes, I been hanging wit Devin all summer," When he wasn't with Kenzie. "Don't think I'm doing you dirty baby, I been missing you so bad. Don't trip out on me for a misunderstanding."

Her mouth grew dry. "What should I do?" She mouthed towards Justice, and he snatched the phone.

"My sista ain't get in yo ass like she needed to but that's okay, yo punk ass gon' get yo karma if we find out you fucking that donkey." Justice jumped in, prompting Josiah to widen her eyes.

"And I seen a bed bug bite on her ashy ass!" Justice exclaimed right before he ended the call, and she gasped before falling over in laughter at his outburst. "Talk about leaving a dime fa a penny. Block his ass sis." He shook his head as if he were disappointed.

He licked his lips as silence took over,  "Team Dice though." He blurted and hopped out her bed before her swinging hand could connect with any part of his body. He threw his hands up in defense,  "Look! Let me help yall, you said you miss him right." He proposed.

He loved Josiah, but he was team Dice solely for his own entertainment. Them sneaking around under Tre's nose would be pure gold in his mind. He was messy like that. She only eyed him. "Right? You do, I know." He nodded while he looked like he had it all figured out.

Swallowing he continued with his hands placed out. "He in the back room right now!" He informed her lowly, but the look on her face didn't falter.

"I knew that Justice." She assured him. Not only could she feel his presence, but she'd walked out of the room only moments after he passed through towards the back and she caught a whiff of his unique and natural smell. "What does that have to do with anything."

"You miss him." Justice was still remaining as quiet as he could.

"I do."

Justice nodded, in favor of her answer. "Look, all you gotta say is the other two gotta get out for a little bit so you can take some more pictures." He was offering her a solution to the only problem of hers he found relevant in the moment. "That way you can talk to him without nobody being suspicious."

Josiah shook her head for a second. "You hellbent, that's suspicious. What are you getting out of this Justice, be truthful."

Justice smiled , and she was unable to detect the fact that it was sarcastic. "My happily ever after story sis. Gotta keep my hope in fairytales." His head tilted to the side—and she smacked her teeth watching to kick him for his smart remark. "Go do it. Get yo other man back." He was just repeating what he had heard a few of his female friends say at school before in hopes that it would convince her.

"Alright," In her mind she had just agreed as she stood from her bed making it over to her desk where she pulled the top side drawer out. She collected a random camera, not paying attention to it, just needing one as a ploy for Justice's plan that she was about to naively follow.

Justice watched in amusement as she silently tried to amp herself up. "Why am I acting so scary? She questioned out loud. She was a bit afraid about the consequences of what she had just done. After all, she wasn't that innocent either, so what if she got karma too? "Justice what if he changed his mind and doesn't want me anymore? Me and Micah still haven't even broke up for real this time."

She had paused in the middle of her room with a look of worry on her face that made Justice feel bad in a way. She truly didn't understand how much of a prize she was, and if Paris in some way tried to prove her wrong he would ring his neck. "Sis, he didn't but you never even gonna know unless you try." He was persuading her to follow what felt right and leave her fears behind.

"I already told you imma cover for you, come on." He stood making his way to the door, that way she would have to follow his lead in whatever he planned to do.

He walked across the hall to the back room and from the outside they couldn't hear a thing, but when he pushed the door open the music slapped them in the face as all three boys and their dad nodded their heads. "Aye!" Justice called out since they didn't even notice the pair entering the room. Dice glanced up, before reaching out to turn the music down.

"What's up sis?" Tre looked concerned like every other time she entered the back room since he knew she wasn't that interested in anything that the room held. She looked around noticing her father was there too, and her palms felt misty as if they were about to start sweating at any minute. 

Luckily, she had Justice on her side and he was about to clear the room out for her. "Sis need everybody out except for Dice, she need individual shots with the real producer." He announced, and her lips curled into her mouth holding back her smile.

Paris tilted his head in confusion as his eyes roamed all over her until they landed on the camera she was awkwardly holding in her hand. "Damn, we was finna go Five Guys, how long you think it's gon' take?" Tre didn't know how much longer he could wait. His stomach was quite literally growling.

Josiah opened her mouth but nothing came out, and Justice nudged her. "L-Like fifteen minutes." She spit out a random amount in order to make it seem legit and Tre nodded his head even though his stomach was killing him silently.

Norman nodded, deciding he would take over. "Aight, you got it baby girl." He stood to his feet. "We just gon' go and get it without him, and you could text yo brother what you wanted." He offered, watching her nod in relief. Thank the lord for Justice and his sneaky ways.

"Okay no problem." Her eyes cut to Paris who still hadn't said a word since she made her entrance, then she looked at Jordan who knew there was something between them. He had a sly smirk on his face but poked his bottom lip out in contentment.

Tre stood to follow his father and Justice followed with Jordan not too far. Before they could all make their exit, Jordan paused, then he looked directly at Josiah. "What ever you up to, just make sure its enough to get this sad ass nigga to stop moping around." His words made her lips part as he pushed himself out the room making sure to close the door.

Paris shook his head at his own cousin. "He a asshole." He uttered out, shaking his head before turning back towards the sound board. He began fiddling with the buttons and knobs again while she slyly locked the door, sauntering closer to him afterwards. "So waddup, I thought you took all the pictures you needed to take." His voice was hoarse, avoiding looking at her.

It was the only way he could successfully ice her out, and even then without looking at her, her voice often entrapped him as well. "Yeah but you're like the main muse, I need more pictures." She played into Justice's plan since it had gotten her this far.

Paris nodded, finally looking up before turning his swivel chair towards her. He took in the calm features that dominated her current facial expression. "What? You think I could be a model or something?" He smirked playfully, taking her words as a compliment.

She rolled her tongue over her teeth, swallowing what she really wanted to say. "You definitely have the potential," She was inching closer towards him and he allowed it. He missed the way he grew excited when her body was close in proximity. "I could even give you pointers." Her camera was dangling from her hand.

When she was finally close enough, he fought an eternal battle, his fingers twitching. "What kinda pointers you got?" He queried, finally reaching out to pull her into him where she happily accepted. He pulled her body onto his where she easily straddled his lap, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

She let out a breath feeling much better as he held her. It was quickly becoming her favorite thing to do with him. He always made her feel good on the inside. "How to forgive me for doubting you and stop distancing yourself from me." She whispered.

Her words were soft and sent a shiver down his back. "Ain't shit to fogrive you for 'cause I was never mad." His words were smooth and instantly made her feel better. "You been thinkin' I was mad this whole time?" He went on, and she closed her eyes tightly.

"You weren't talking to me."

His fingers trailed up her body for skin to skin contact. "Cause I cloud yo judgement." He took accountability. He knew he had a way with words, and he always acknowledged that but he didn't want it to be a bad thing which it sometimes could be. "I told you I wasn't mad a thousand times."

Her fingers ran along his jaw, finally feeling comfortable now that he was holding her like the baby she felt like in his presence. "Not in a bad way though." She countered, leaning back to place a kiss on his lips which he happily accepted.

He stood to his feet with his hands underneath her bottom for support as he moved them over to one of the two couches in the room. "It's a good way to cloud somebody judgment, ma ma?" Her words had humored him, and she only smiled.

"Yes." She didn't even know what she was talking about but it sounded right in the moment and that was all that mattered to her.

"For real? How? Let me know."

"You uh..." She trailed off watching him grin at her hesitance like he knew she would. He shook his head, waving it off as a signal that she didn't have to continue whatever she was about to say. "You remember when you took me for a ride in your hellcat?"

He pulled his bottom lip in before gracing her with a nod. "When I finally got to see how wet you be getting for me?" His words make her gasp.

"Paris, stop" She dropped her face in his neck due to the embarrassment she felt.

"Stop what? You gon' let me see again?" His words triggered the hairs on the back of her neck to stand, feeling every sensual way he touched her, lingering on that certain part of her body.

Shaking her head, her face flushed at the thought of him touching her the way that he did again, or even going further than before with him. "That wasn't the point of my question." She informed him, forcing him into silence as he wanted for her to continue. "What did you mean when you said you were gonna break me in?" She repeated his words watching a large goofy grin overpower his expression.

She pulled back to look into his eyes again, and they were relatively low. She could tell he was high, she just didn't know what he was high off of, and he didn't plan on letting her know. "Make you feel good." The four words produced a pulse, like he always managed to do.

"How?" Her curiosity didn't annoy him like it did with most, it enticed him. One of the things he liked most about her as a person.

"I could give you a preview right now." He offered dipping his fingers in the band of her shorts rendering her speechless for so long that he took it as a yes. His hands pushed her up so she was stablizing herself using her knees.

It was just enough to where he could pull them down properly, resulting in the hitch of a breath. "If you want me to, you gotta make up yo mind right now, we ain't got that much time." He snapped her into reality.

She wasn't even sure why he was still waiting on an answer considering his motions hadn't stopped and he was doing whatever he wanted. "Yes, do it." She urged him, her fingers trying to dig into his shoulders.

He was satisfied with her answer and lifted her even further forcing her to move her hands to hold on to the back of the couch instead of him. What they were doing was so risky, but he was proving her point because at the moment he was clouding her judgement.

His hands went to roam all over her body sensually. He then wrapped his arms around her thighs trying to pull her down but she was squirming in fear, prompting him to stop. "You good?" His words instantly made her nod, she was just nervous under the circumstances.

Putting his intentions to the back of his mind, he picked the camera up sitting next to him that she had dropped and passed it to her. A look of confusion crossed her face. It wasn't big, and it could easily be handheld. "Record it." His instructions made her jaw drop.

"What?" She sounded breathlessly, with the camera in her hand. He didn't reply, instead turning his head leaving a soft kiss on her thigh that smelled like flowers in his opinion. He turned his head and kissed the other one.

His hands roamed down her smooth skin. His eyes trailed to the dark birth mark that started on her ass cheek and spread over to her hip. She didn't have any hair on her body, but her birthmark had a thicker layer of peach fuzz on it. He had decided it was beautiful, and his favorite thing about her just like his birthmark was hers.

Her breathing had altered as she fiddled with the buttons on the device , him trailing closer to something so sacred to her. "I like yo birthmark too baby." He whispered. "It's beautiful." Just like she was. He licked his flesh, spreading her vaginal lips before wrapping his plump lips around her clit.

His tongue rolled in a circular motion, and her body shuddered feeling his tongue come in contact with her body. Bringing his dominant hand up, he placed his thumb on her clit with his other hand still holding her folds open.

Something about Paris, was that he liked the essence of a woman. The natural smell always felt intoxicating to him, and he could give oral for hours just off the strength of his own pleasure. His eyes closed and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud—sucking a for a little afterwards.

She was staring at him through what the lense on her camera was capturing, rolling her hips since it was what felt natural. Her essence was spreading all over the lower half of his face with no complaints from him. "Mmmm," She had finally moaned.

Moving his tongue in a circle once more, he pushed her up further until his tongue was closer to her entrance. He drug it from the hole back to her clit where he sucked roughly, her body jolting from the action.

His hand that was stimulating her clit repositioned itself, and he plunged his fingers inside of her. The smacking of the passionate kissing he was doing to her lower lips induced her nipples to pebble, goosebumps covering her back.

He curled his fingers, keeping his mouth attached to her clit, now multitasking. "Fuck" she let out a breath bringing one of her hands down to run her fingers through his hair.

He started French kissing her pussy letting his tongue lap over the whole area. "Fuck, it feel so good." She mumbled slightly as he pumped his fingers in and out of her at a slow pace to build up the anticipation of her orgasm.

He flicked his tongue side to side against her clit before softly pulling it between his lips and she whimpered letting her face scrunch up.

He brought his free hand up starting to play with her nipple on her left breast and she gripped onto the couch tightly beginning to grind up and down on his face.

He let her take control considering this was what he wanted her to do, he just wanted her to do it on her own and not have to instruct her.

"F-fuck baby oh my gosh." Her mouth hung open as she squeezed her eyes closed. He thrusted his long fingers inside of her repeatedly curling his fingers to stimulate her sweet-spot and her body jerked forwards.

He started humming, sending vibrations through her core, feeling her knees go weak like she was about to collapse, and Paris sensed that wrapping his arms around her thighs holding her tightly in place.

"Right thereee," She dragged softly, making his eyes roll back as blood began pumping to his dick triggering an erection to slowly grow in his sweat shorts.

He shifted his body to ignore it, more focused helping her orgasm instead of him.

He detached his mouth starting to speed up his fingers keeping the curve in them starting to jab at her spot quickly. "Don't stop," she begged him, softly rocking her hips.

"Ouu right there, baby please." Her soft whimpers filled the whole room while his eyes rolled listening to the sound of her voice.

Slowly removing his fingers, he pulled her down as low as she could go, attaching his whole mouth to her pussy while he laid his tongue flat out and started doing laps around it. "Oh my go—" she cut herself off with a gasp feeling her legs tremble slightly.

He pulled back, biting his lips slightly moving her further up over his face looking at her pussy covered in arousal. "Mmm" He mumbled lowly using index and middle fingers to spread her folds, eyeing her pink insides.

He brought his head up and pulled her back down inserting his tongue inside of her making her eyes cross at that pleasuring feeling. "Keep going, baby." She moaned, almost sending him over the edge without even having to touch himself.

He thrusted his tongue in and out of her quickly using his thumb moving it side to side on her clit quickly to stimulate it. "Fuckkk," her body began to tremble, shaking rapidly, feeling her climax sneak up on her.

The pit in her stomach tightened along with his as well. She stopped grinding trying to move feeling her whole body go limp and he held her tightly not letting her move.

She couldn't even fumble to get her words out as her body just stopped moving, letting her release go, all over his face. He slurped it all up not letting her go still continuing to go to work eating her out and she started squirming to get out of his hold.

"I-" she trembled over her words trying to come down from her orgasm which was hard considering he was still not letting up on her. "Paris." She moaned his name.

He gripped her hips, starting to move her rhythmically up and down against his face using his own hands. He moved his tongue quicker against her using his lips to trap her clit in his mouth moving his tongue over her clit.

"Fuck I'm cummin." She whined letting her face frown up feeling her second orgasm approach.  "I feel it baby, don't stop. Shit." she cried out desperate to release.

Hearing her words he groaned, starting to French kiss her pussy all over again. Her head dropped forward feeling the orgasm rip through her body.

He laid there cleaning her all up, letting his tongue lick every part of her pussy, licking up her climax, before finally detaching his mouth with a grin on her face. The girl let out a heavy breath feeling relieved that he didn't go again because her body was tapping out, about to shut down.

He was barely able to open his eyes since he was on a sensual high, and a real one. Josiah felt like she was coming down from an entirely different planet. Paris felt pleased with his work as the camera slipped through her fingers,  "Yo brother gon' kill me." He shook his head.

Ready to accept his fate.

Excuse mistakes if any, I got a headache and a lot of homework so I don't feel like proofreading☹️

What we think about Josiah and Justice scene? Micah still cheating😞

Paris js be worshiping the ground Josiah walk on even when he trying to leave her alone..

And why he had her record them unholy actions! Js nasty!

Predictions?

300 votes and I will see yall on Friday guys! I altered the schedule and changed it to T, F, Sun.

M.O.🫡