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be leaving Monica alone, and he did try. Monica just had a way of making you feel like you were missing out on something when she wasn’t around.
    He looked at the drawings on the wall as they walked by, and stopped when he noticed one of the men in the drawings looked like him. In the drawing he was laying on his back on pink roses, and Monica was riding him with her back facing him. Her head was thrown back and her arm rested on his chest for support. Monica’s hair was long in the drawing and a rose rested at her temple. James didn’t know what to say; he just kind of stood there gazing at it.
    Monica made her way to the top of the steps and yelled for James to hurry up. He tore his gaze from the drawing and made his way up the stairs, a little puzzled at how he became a part of her collection. He knew Monica was an artist and that she drew black art and sold it for high dollars. He also knew she was a professional photographer and took pictures for a number of agencies. He never thought he would be in one of them, and was going to question her once they got in the bedroom.
    When he walked into the bedroom, all thoughts of him questioning Monica left his mind as he laid eyes on Sheila. He remembered her face, but couldn’t think of where he’d seen it. He was also stunned because he didn’t know Monica had company. He wished he would come home one day and find Jasmine in his bedroom with a beautiful woman. He also knew Jasmine didn’t get down like that, and that she only dealt with Monica that night to make him happy. James didn’t have the nerve to ask her to do it again.
    “Hello, so glad you could join us,” Sheila said before she kneeled down on the side of the bed between Monica’s legs. Monica closed her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the tongue-lashing Sheila was giving her. James undressed immediately then walked over and joined them on the bed.
    He kissed Monica’s lips briefly before finding his way to her chocolate nipples. Sheila’s mouth had already wrapped around his erection, and he almost exploded instantly when her tongue ring made contact with the head of his dick. He remembered thinking she was better than Monica before he laid back on the bed, allowing Monica to sit on his face.
    Monica held her lips apart as James flicked and sucked her clit until she came in his mouth. Standing up on the bed she motioned for him to move back so that his entire body was on the bed comfortably. Switching places, Monica straddled his length and Sheila sat on his face. The two women kissed and fondled each other until they all exploded together. James’s seed dripped out of Monica when she stood up off him.
    In the shower he was beating himself up on the inside because he never ever had sex with her without protection. He never bothered to ask Monica if she was on any type of birth control and feared it was too late to inquire now because he knew she would be offended. Sheila and Monica scrubbed him clean and helped him dress so he could get home.
    “Where are my boxers?” he asked Monica while Sheila was putting his socks on his feet.
    “I put them away for safe keeping,” she responded nonchalantly as she pulled his undershirt over his head. Sheila already had his pants halfway up and was waiting for him to stand so that she could finish the job.
    “Every time I come here you keep my boxers. What do you have now? About ten or twelve pair?” he asked, a little annoyed. He could not go home without any underclothes on, and hoped his credit card was in the car so he could stop and get some on the way back.
    “That’s all I have to keep you close to me,” Monica responded as she pushed him toward the front door.
    When they got downstairs, he turned to get one last look at her. He gazed into her eyes and then down at the rest of her body, stopping at the red lace boy-shorts she had on. Kissing her one last time, he looked down at her underwear again, trying to remember if he’d seen them