Excerpt
Opal led the way to her room stopping at the first on top of the stairs. The mat in front of her door was black with green writing— LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES AT THE DOOR. Already accustomed to her room rules, Debbie and Roy were disrobing before they reached the top of the stairs. The carpet, walls and ceiling were all black. Track lighting with four black lights held the only light in the room. On the ceiling, over a king-sized, four post bed, was a large mirror that, on closer inspection, turned out to be several smaller mirrors. Pale, sheer green material was wrapped corner to corner around the top of the bed and hung loosely down each post, giving off a faint glow on the black satin coverlet.
One at a time they discarded their clothes and shoes and entered the room.
Opal and Debbie slid across the bed then turned to Roy.
“So, what are we drinking?” Opal asked.
Roy stood before them. A soft purple hue tinged his pale skin. His youthful status showed in his physique. The slender features—narrow chest, long thin legs—were the tell-tale signs of a young man who had not yet reached manhood. He snatched the bag away from the bottle he carried.
“Tequila!”
“Tequila, huh?”
“Yup. We’re going to do body shots tonight.”
“Do we need to go get some shot glasses?” Debbie asked.
Roy smiled and walked to the bed. “No, my little Latin lover.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I said body shots. That means your body will be my glass. Lay back and I’ll demonstrate.”
Roy poured the drink onto her belly button when she complied. Opal moved closer. As the liquid filled the space Roy sucked wildly on her belly before it overflowed to the bed. Debbie burst into giggles.
“That, my lovely, is a body shot. Much more fun without the glasses, don’t you think?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Want one, Opal?”
“Hell yeah!” Opal answered mimicking her friend. She flopped back on the bed playfully.
Roy poured a shot on her and licked it off while Debbie drank from the bottle. He took turns drinking off them and they took turns drinking from the bottle.
“Hey, when do we get lick shots off of you?” Debbie asked, with a slight slur giving Roy a push.
“When do you want to?”
“Well, it’s my turn, so do me first, then I’ll do you.”
“All right,” he chuckled, looking at the two of them. “Opal, would you care to help me?”
“Sure, what the hell.”
Roy poured the alcohol onto Debbie’s stomach. Opal dropped her face onto Debbie’s belly and drank noisily then blew on her stomach like she would a toddler. Debbie lay back in full laughter. Opal touched her mouth then turned a frown to Roy.
“How’d you do that without cutting your lip on that damn charm?”
Roy burst into laughs. “I have prior experience with belly rings.”
“Okay, Roy, your turn,” Debbie said pushing against his chest.
Opal took the bottle as Roy lay back on the bed. Debbie positioned herself with her face over his stomach. Opal laid on her other side near his groin. Debbie took the bottle and poured the drink across his abdomen.
“Whoops,” she exclaimed on a laugh.
Opal beat the bed and pressed her face on Roy’s thigh in an attempt to muffle her laughter.
Roy rose onto his elbows. “Brother. You guys are drunk.”
“No, it was merely a slip of the hand,” Debbie said. “No big deal. Chica can wash her sheets in the morning. Now lay back down.”
Roy did as instructed. Debbie pushed the drink into Roy’s hand then leaned over to lick at the liquid she spilled. Opal scrambled over his legs and joined her. Together they covered his chest and stomach with licks sucking the liquid from his belly button.
“You guys should invite me over, like, every week or something,” he said when they were done. “This could be our Thursday night thing,” he added rising on his elbows again.
Opal crawled to the top of the bed beside him to lie on a pillow. Debbie rested on his leg.
“But next time I won’t bring Tequila. It looks like it might be a bit much for you guys,” he said with a chuckle.
“Uh-uh, Roy, you can’t invite yourself over here. You know the rules. We call you, and you come,” Opal reminded him.
“Chica is right, Roy. I’ve got a nice buzz going over here and your chatter is messing it up,” Debbie told him.
“All right fine. That’s enough drinking then. I want some pussy before you guys pass out on me. So, who’s it going to be?”
Opal threw her hand up. “I’ll do it.”
“Just remember, Roy, you’re our threesome guy. Just sex, no strings, remember,” Debbie said going to the other side of the bed as Roy positioned himself over Opal.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it, just sex.” He dropped a kiss on Debbie’s head then to Opal’s lips. “But tonight it’s gonna be great sex,” he muttered as he eased himself into her.
Twin sisters, Opal and Pearl Jefferson, and their best friend Debra Flores were living blissfully by their no strings attached rule, enjoying the many comforts of a good life. All was well in their world until Frank, Jake, Doug and Rakim entered into it. When one of the girls abandons their well practiced rule and falls in love, does her decision throw a monkey wrench into the lives of everyone else around her? Or does it open up the possibility for love to capture them all?
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