Myron had just moved me and my sons in with him and his play brother Jet. We would be getting married soon so he really wanted me to get to know Jet better, or maybe he just wanted me to know the real him. After a night of him wining and dining me, Myron brought me back home to his place and had Jet to come downstairs to greet me...
Myron held my waist as we inched through the front door, trying to be quiet. I held my heels in one hand and the hem of my dress in the other as he guided me inside far enough for him to close the door behind him and lock it. I looked around the dark living room, letting my eyes adjust until the familiar tall ceilings, minimalist decoration, and fancy electronics around a huge flat screen next to a sleek glass cased fireplace came into view.
He hit a switch and the room went to a dimmed glow, and hit me with that kiddish grin.
“Home sweet home.”
I tiptoed airily over to the huge couch and plopped my things under the glass coffee table.
Myron was making some drinks in the kitchen and yelled over to me.
“ I just thought about it. Jet's off duty for the summer. He’s probably upstairs bored. You guys could finally meet in person.”
“ Your brother? Yea sure. The more the merrier!”. Myron talked about Jet all the time, they grew up together and since their last names sounded the same Myron Rite and Jetson Wright had been known as the "right brothers". Most times Jet was out serving with the National Guard.
“ Ha. Cool, I'll grab him.”
He came back down to the living room with Jet skipping behind him. I smiled big and stood as they approached me. Jet walked up from behind Myron, about to shake my hand but stopped.
I felt something then, something between them.
Like Myron had a big secret, and Jetson had just laid eyes on it. Jetson glanced over at Myron, who had the smuggest look on his face and raised his eyebrows.
“..Dani?.” He smiled big, licking his lips in a noticeable, flirtatious way.
He caressed my hand when he took it for a soft shake.
I glanced between the both of them a bit confused by the odd new tension. It immediately felt as if Jet was blatantly attracted to me. His deep stare covered my body, lingering at my eyes and lips, not caring if I or Myron could see him. What was even more odd was that Myron was seemingly so pleased with himself, with me, or with the effect I was having on Jet that it made things even more obvious. I felt odd so I took my hand back quickly, but smiled.
“ Jetson, It’s good to finally meet you in person after all this time.”
He was busy in a eye conversation with Myron, like teenage boys. Neither of them were even hearing me. I turned back to the couch and grabbed the remote.
Even with my back turned I could feel them having a non verbal exchange.
“ yeaaah… Soo, what ya’ll wanna watch?”
I heard Jet sigh out loud.
“ I’m actually on the game right now. I was just coming down to speak. I’ma let you enjoy your night Big Ron.” Jet pat Myron on the shoulders hard.
“ Yea well I appreciate that. I'm definitely gonna enjoy my night now.”
They exchanged some other under the breath comments and sounds, when Myron handed him his drink and Jet went back up the stairs to his room. I was blushing all over when Myron came over to me.
“ Ha, that was one for the books.” Myron's face was livid.
“ That was definitely something. I’m not sure what to think.”
“ Don’t think anything. Jet and I are like family, we have a lot in common, naturally. That also comes to women. Not to weird you out but I kinda knew he was gonna trip when he saw you in person. He always claimed to have a crush on you while me and you were dating when I would tell him little shit like how you like watching me game, or about how good you taste, or how amazing your mind was. I would tell him about you, but I made sure to never show him what you looked like because I knew he would lose his shit. Ha! I been waiting for that moment right there.” Myron started rubbing my shoulders massaging them while he talked to me.
Him just talking about me like that made me hot all over. Myron had never been the jealous type but he also knew I never wanted to try to make him jealous either. Guys would flirt with me all the time and he would just sit back and watch me reject it all. Then as soon as he got a chance he would stick his dick in me.
“ Oh, well thanks baby. As long as you and him both know I feel the same way about you. You my perfect match. I mean the fact that you taller than me with my heels on is a plus I thought I’d have to live without until I met you.”
Now he was laughing.
Before I knew it Myron was sticking his tongue in my pussy while he had his hands on my titty, thumping my nipple rings. I still had on my dress, but it was pooled around my waist as I grinded my hips against his mouth. The combo of his fat soft pink lips, wide slobbery tongue and silky beard had me moving in a frenzy. I let out the softest moans I could muster, without losing control. Whimpers and sharp inhales echoed in the room. I was about to cum. I had my eyes shut tight but as waves of pleasure rocked me to my climax I opened them, breathing heavy to watch Myron, and for a split second thought I saw Jet at the bottom of the stairs stroking his dick. I sat up instantly nudging Myron’s head. He was so caught up in lapping up my juices and kissing my thighs it took him a moment to follow my gaze over to the corner. When my eyes had adjusted it was just the coat rack with a leather jacket hung over it. I was trippin.
“ Let’s sleep on the couch together babydoll, I'm spent.”
“ Okay let me go to the bathroom real quick.”
“ It’s one by the stairs.”
“ I’ll be right back.”
I pulled my dress down and tiptoed over to the bathroom. Myron rolled over on his back and pulled a blanket over himself. I glanced back at him before entering the small bathroom, peeping out the perfect spot to cuddle up on top of him once I was finished cleaning myself up. I flipped the switch and found myself face to face with Jet. He was naked except for black briefs, smiling wickedly at me.
“ Uh, w-what are you..Wait, were you watching us, wasn't you?”
“ Nah, I don’t know what you’re talking about…I was watching you.”
He stepped to me blocking my way into the bathroom.
“ I knew I wasn’t trippin..I’m not finna-”
Jetson grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom. He turned my back to him, wrapping one arm around my entire torso and the other around to cover my mouth.
“ Myron can’t expect me to stay in my room when you moaning like that all through the house. You was making all that noise on purpose wasn’t you? Did he tell you that you was gonna be mine yet? No? Yea he trying to relish in this little time having you all to himself. But he shouldn't have brought you here if he didn't want me to touch you..I been smelling you, waiting on you..I don't think I can hold back much longer. Tell Myron that for me okay baby?”
He pressed his lips into my scalp and kissed me while smelling my hair and let me go. I could see him behind me looking me up and down in the mirror reflection as he left the bathroom. I was frozen in shock.
I listened to hear if Myron said anything once he got out there, but it was just silence. I stepped out the bathroom to see Myron knocked out on the couch and Jet nowhere to be found. I went back in the bathroom and wiped the new juices that had started running down my thighs.
I felt like I was being watched as I curled up under the blanket on top of Myron, who in his sleep wrapped his long heavy arm around me, with his hand palming my ass.
The next day I told Myron what had happened. He twisted his face and said he would definitely talk to Jet. It felt good being honest and Myron taking my side with no hesitation. Last thing I wanted to do was come between them.
Even though I liked being at my spot better, Myron kept inviting me over to his place while Jet was there. I would even insist on keeping distance, saying I rather not be friends with him after what he did and he would just beg me and say he wanted me and Jet to be cool. He told me he talked to him, and he assured me nothing like before would happen again. I started to come back over but stayed out of Jets way which was pretty easy since he hardly came out of his room unless my sons were with me. Then Myron moved me and my boys in with him and Jet. That was when he started back pressuring me to hang out with them. I declined the first few times, finding something else around the house to keep me occupied or even pretending to have errands to run. Everytime I could tell Myron was disappointed.
It was a random day. Myron was off work and we had all spent the day laying around drinking. The kids were at Myron's Aunts for the weekend. Myron and Jet were down the hall in Jet's room gaming on the Ps5, playing COD. They had ordered some food and when it got there, Myron asked me to come eat in there with them because he was missing me. He also knew I loved watching him play COD. I wasn’t good at games like that but I loved watching other people play. Especially Myron and Jet. They would talk shit, really getting in each others faces, yelling and making bets. I agreed, Myron kissed my forehead.
Watching them was so fun I hate I had sat in the room all day missing out. I was dying laughing, and getting into the matches, cheering on Myron who was lighting Jet ass up back to back. We all munched and drank, and chilled, with both of them sitting side by side on the couch and me laid out on the floor in front of them on my stomach. I had on Myron’s oversized joggers and a huge tee so I wasn’t even looking that thick, but every once in a while Myron would use his feet to nudge my booty cheeks or tease my thighs. I would look back at him and smile big and wiggle it a little, barely to be seen through the baggy black joggers.
Out of nowhere after losing the last two matches, Jet once again hissed out another bet.
“ Run that shit back. If I win, you gotta let me taste Dani right here, right now.”
I spun around so quick my messy bun of curls flopped in front of my eyes. Jet was glaring at me when I pushed my hair out of my face. My jaw was dropped but my eyes were squinted in slick disgust, but when I looked at Myron he was nodding silently like “bet”.
“ Umm..I’m sorry, what the fuck? Myron what did he-.”
“ Let’s go then nigga, run it back.”
Myron was grinning big looking back at the game like Jet didn’t just say some crazy shit. Soon they were back glued to the game and all I could really do was turn and watch in a tense silence. Was that some sort of weird joke?
Myron lost.
At one point I felt like it was on purpose. It probably was. The game remained on the lobby screen, and there was a thick silence blaring from the two very recently noisy men behind me. I turned around slowly, looking at Myron first, not knowing what to say. When I saw him slouch back on the couch as Jet got up smiling and licking his lips like a lion, a deep feeling of fear and there’s-no-way-this-shit-finna-happen, hit the pit of my stomach. Jet stepped over to me as I backed away on my butt sliding back as quick as I could.
“ Jet, I’m not playing with you. Don’t fucking touch me. Myron-”
" Babydoll..relax. Jet not gonna hurt you. You might like it."
" No! What? Myron you can't really be-"
" I just want a little taste." Jet crouched down looking even more hungry.
" Jet, you leave me alone. I kne-"
" Dani, that's enough now."
Jet stopped where he was and looked back at Myron on the couch. Myron had said my name louder and more stern than I’ve ever heard him. Almost like he was a different person completely. I jumped hard and froze in place. Myron took one long stride and was sitting next to me on the floor, our back leaned against the wall.
“ Baby Jetson won fair and square. You saw it. He deserves to get what he bet. What’s wrong with that?”
Jet had eased up to me too now and was trying to touch my feet and legs but I kept inching away. Myron kept using his hands to smooth my hair and guide my face to meet his. With him being next to me, I had to take my eyes off Jet to look at Myron. He started placing light kisses all over my face while talking to me and smoothing my hair. Too much was going on, I couldn’t think.
“ I want you. I don’t want your brother. You trying to test me or something? I just want you baby. I don’t know if this a joke or something but I don’t play like that.”
He smiled all big and looked over at Jet who was looking annoyed but impressed some how.
Myron sat back, leaning me against him with my back against his chest, and wrapped his arm around to clasp my hands together. We both faced Jet who had relaxed on his stomach right next to my legs.
“ I just want you too. But what about Jet. What if he also just want you? What am I supposed to do? Tell him he can’t have what he wants? That’s my brother.”
As he was talking and kissing all over me, the warm caress of Jet’s big rough hands crept far enough up my thigh to jolt me out of the trance Myron had me in. Jet gripped me firmly the second I tensed up, pulling me by my leg towards him quickly and with no problem. My head slid down to Myron’s lap as he held firmly to my wrists still, smiling down at me with an intense gaze of intrigue that I had also never seen in him.
I used the grip he had on me to try and pull myself away from Jet, still in a state of confused panic and being flustered. Jet waited until I was mid slide to grip the loose joggers tight as I basically slid myself right up out of them. My moist pink thong and Myron’s huge tee shirt was all I had on now. Jet tossed the pants away and lunged back at my legs, grabbing them and wedging himself between them easier than I’d like to admit. He immediately started kissing my thighs and lower stomach with his plump lips, and trailing his fingertips higher under my shirt to my nipples.
It happened so fast, and I looked back up to Myron who was still looking into my eyes like he was in awe of my beauty. My tugs and pulls at my wrists died down as I started to assume Myron was okay with what was happening right now. Jet was kissing all over my panties, and sticking his tongue in them playfully. Suddenly he yanked them to the side and started going to town licking and slurping my pussy. He moved slow but as if he was savoring every drop of me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t notice that Myron had let go of my wrist and was pulling out his dick right by my face until he slapped it on my lips before letting it slide in my mouth. He loved when I just sucked on the head like a pacifier and he let me do that to muzzle my moans from Jetson eating me out.
Jet was doing everything right, the same way I felt with Myron but it still felt very different. It felt hungrier, and wilder, he even licked his lips like a wild animal. He alternated from flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue to lapping and deep kissing my pussy. He hardened his fat tongue and fucked me with it, gripping my thighs to hold me still. I could hardly take it, I moaned on Myron's fat dick. I felt Jet move back from me and I glanced out the corner of my eye down at him. He was climbing over me now, as if he was finna pull his dick out and fuck me. Myron was palming the back of my head, turning me away from Jet on purpose, guiding my throat down his dick. That’s when I sat up.
“ W-wait, he said taste. Just taste.” I was breathing hard and pink all over as Jet hovered over me while Myron basically held me down.
I couldn’t just fuck Jet whether these mfs was into that shit or not. This was already taking a crazy turn. Myron was just about to really let Jet put his dick in me. However Myron had been about me all this time, I would have never imagined he’d be okay with this but he was even pushing it to happen. I needed a minute.
Myron was my fiance’ now. I had spent my best years with him with Jet along the sidelines as just a friend of Myron’s that was always too busy for me to meet. And yes he was physically extremely attractive but still, I didn’t want to make any mindless mistakes caught in a moment of hormones and childish bets.
They looked at each other and both shrugged in agreement, both backing off of me. I slowly sat up, easing off of Myron's lap to adjust my panties, as Myron stuffed his hard dick back in his pants. That made my pussy jump.
“ You right, princess. I’m a man of my word.” Jet walked back over to the couch licking the juices from around his mouth in a way that made my pussy jump again. I sat there until Myron was back on the couch and the both of them resumed playing the game.
I jumped up and tiptoed out of Jets room to Myron's room quick as hell. I locked myself in his bathroom, and looked into the mirror with my hand over my mouth in complete disbelief.
“What the fuck was that?”
They let me stay in there the rest of the day and I ended up falling alseep after taking a shower. I could literally hear them yelling on the game the entire night as if nothing weird had happened at all. I woke up the next morning early to the smell of Myron’s omelettes. When I got downstairs, I noticed Myron must’ve slept on the couch. Was he mad at me? Should I had put up more of a fight against Jet? When I got to the kitchen he was standing over the stove, just the way I loved him, shirtless making omelettes. I came over to him and grabbed his arm gently.
“ Are we okay”
Myron chuckled out loud and leaned to kiss my forehead. I knew everything was okay then, but I still looked up at him.
“ Babydoll, why wouldn't we be okay? I'm just glad you spent some time with us. Everything felt back to normal, how it should be. Jet really caught up on you, you know? That’s all we talked about yesterday. How perfect you looked, how good you tasted.”
“ So, you want me to have sex with Jet? This isn’t some kind of test to see if I’m faithful to you? Cuz I never even saw him like that. None of that would have never happened if you-”
“ I want you to make him happy, the way you make me happy. On your own, in whatever way feels right to you. It'll take time, I know that this is maybe coming from left field but I always knew it would be this way. Jet like a little brother to me, real talk. I done seen this nigga go through hell, I done seen him hurt and that shit ain’t cool. That’s my day one, and I wouldn’t be here, in this big ass house without that mf. I love you, and I will always love you. You have made me the happiest I could have ever been and I want that for him too. I didn’t want to spring this on you or push you away in the beginning. So I just waited for the right time. I waited until you couldn’t just easily walk away from me. You my fiance’, but you’ll be ours. At least until he finds somebody that’s basically you….. I know you only want me baby, and you only need me. I only want you, that’s why I gave you that ring. That’s why I brought you to him now, because I know I love yo ass too much to keep you away from him, from everything about me, the things only someone I love can see. When it come to Jet, we both knew it would be this way. Whoever he fell for would be my type too, and vice versa. It just happened this way. Even if you was his, you’d still be mine. You understand me?”
I stayed silent. He was serious. His last sentence came with hints of that stern face he made yesterday. Out of reflex I nodded quickly, but stayed silent. Only when I nodded did the warm smile spread back across his face and he gave me two more forehead kisses before scooting me to the island bar with a plate. When he came back over with the sizzling pan to slide my omelet onto my plate, he whispered to me.
“ Good, because you’ll be staying home with Jet today. I’m running late. I don't have time to drop you off at my Aunts today.”
I looked up with wide eyes.
“ What? But..baby..I-I”
“ Ah ah ah. I need you to get to know him for yourself. You only really pushing him away because you don’t really know him and because you think it would make me question your love and loyalty to me. You can’t help that, and I do love you for it, but I don’t think that way babydoll. I love you, I trust him. I don’t like you pushing him away, for my sake. Not like that anyway....”
He grinned big again and I wasn’t sure what he was so happy about. He was okay letting another man have his woman. Myron was never the jealous type but he was always territorial about me. I guess this didn’t apply to Jet though.
Before I knew it he had kissed my forehead, left the room, and was out the front door. I was still sitting there looking at the delicious looking omelette in front of me. Upstairs I could hear the bathroom door shut and the shower come on. Jet was awake. Myron only made one omelette. I make horrible omelettes. Myron and I had went back and forth over it for years, but he was an introvert and a Virgo. He just naturally woke up earlier than me no matter how early I tried to be up, and that nigga did the same thing every morning which included making us both omelettes. The one time his sister came in town and we all got drunk and he slept in, and I made breakfast, I never heard the end of it. Now I just get to make it for my sons and that’s fine. Maybe that’s what made me think about Jet.
I got up and turned back on the stove and grabbed a skillet. I ate my omelette standing over the stove as I watched Jet’s pancakes bubble. It was in that moment I realized I had already jumped into wifey mode for another man without even thinking. In my house, no man or child will go hungry. I always said that with my kids and Myron in mind. Cooking for Jet would’ve been for the sake of him being Myron's brother in any other case. I shouldn’t have felt so weird about it.
I knew Jet wouldn’t just come downstairs because he streamed in the mornings. So I grabbed his plate of eggs, pancakes, and bacon, poured up some orange juice and marched up to his door.
“Jet..I-I made you something to eat.”
I couldn’t knock on the door because my hands were full and he didn’t say anything so I stood and wondered what the hell I was even thinking.
Suddenly he opened the door, still wet and steaming from the shower in nothing but a towel. I could still hear it going in the background. He must've jumped out the shower to come to me. I turned hot pink immediately, trying not to stare at his huge shiny muscles.
“ Oh shit, my bad. I can leave it downstairs. I didn’t know you was still in the shower.”
The smile that was stretched across his face was so big and pretty, I don’t think I had ever seen him smiling this way. He clutched the towel around his waist.
“ Fuck, you was down there cooking for me?” He licked his big lips.
I rolled my eyes and shoved the plate towards him.
“ You can set it on my desk, Yummy.” He looked me over in a way that made my face hot then stepped to the side to let me in.
I felt like I was walking into the lion's den as I tiptoed past him, but he walked back to the bathroom and closed the door.
I exhaled loudly once I could hear him back under the water. I looked over to the desk and looked for a place to set down the hot plate. His desk was a mess and there was papers and games, and trash and weed and all kinds of shit on every corner of the desk. I looked around for somewhere else and decided to leave it on his nightstand instead. When I set the plate down I noticed a familiar colored lace poking from the drawer on his nightstand. My fucking “hot girl” panties.
“Ain’t no fuckin way”.
(i.e my "hot girl" panties were just some white cotton undies with pink lace that I had for like forever and they had hot girl written on the butt in pink glitter. They had come up missing after Myron made me wear a bluetooth vibrator out to dinner one night that was connected to his phone. I soaked those panties that night)
I snatched my panties from the drawer and stomped out the room. I closed his door gently and immediately brought the panties to my nose. They still smelled like my pussy juices from the night Myron made me wear a vibrator to dinner. The thing I needed to know was if Myron gave him these or did Jet take them from Myron without him knowing. Myron said he didn’t know where they were. Smh of all the panties for me to lose over here, I didn’t want him to find these ever, but if Jet had them all this time that’s way worse.
I went straight to the washer and tossed them in all by themselves, then I went and took a hot shower.
When I got out the shower, Jet was in my room, on my bed, holding the panties I had just took off.
He had some kind of nerve.
“ The fuck are you-”
“ Where the other ones at?” Jet was looking around, lifting my pillows and checking my nightstand.
“ Bruh, they my panties! Why did you even have them? I been looking for-”
“ Where they at?”
He stood up and I fell silent, realizing I was naked under my towel and this nigga clearly wanted to fuck me or something.
“ In the dyer.”
Jet’s eyes got wide. He left the room. I stood there already knowing he was checking to see if I was lying. I kinda wish I was lying now, seeing how he was reacting. He came back mad as fuck.
“ You know you owe me now right?.” Jet had walked right up to my face, almost nudging his forehead into mine. He was beyond pissed. This was crazy. I stepped away from him putting my hands up.
" Look, Jet I-”
“ This ain’t even about you. I let you in my room and you start going through my shit? I'm not Myron, you don't free roam with me” Jet was looking me in my eyes so serious, I almost forgot he was the one in the wrong here.
“ They my panties, Jet you so-”
“ Say it again..” Jet had stepped right back up to me, leaning his ear close my mouth and his mouth by my ear. He was waiting on me to say something.
“..say..what?....”
I was confused now. He was in some sweats and a tank. He didn’t come in here with his dick out so I thought he wasn’t trying to fuck me. Jet was blunt, transparent, easy to read, and quick to the point. That part, I had figured out from the moment I saw him. That must meant he was actually really mad. Mad…About my…
“..Panties?..”
He moaned and licked his thick lips right by my ear.
I was lost as to what he wanted from me at this point. The anger pouring off of him felt like danger to me, but he asked me to say panties again, like he was getting off on this.
Regardless of the gravity of the situation, for the third time now since I had moved in with Myron, I didn’t know what was coming next.
Jet’s eyes grinned, but his face was stone. He had my dirty panties in his hand. I was naked wrapped in a towel, just like he had been earlier this morning, but the tables weren’t turned. I was still in the lion's den.
“ It sound so good when you say it. Myron was right. You really perfect.. but you disrespectful. I don’t care if that shit got yo name on it, you don’t touch my shit. You don’t wanna be mine? That’s cool, I don’t want no fake ass pity ass love from no mf body. Matter fact, stay the fuck out my shit. You don’t step foot in my room, in my space again or I’ll end your shit. Aite?”
With every word he hissed at me, I felt myself retreating. How was I disrespectful? Who the hell was he talking to like that?
As soon as Myron got back I told him everything that happened.
Myron got mad at me too. What the fuck.
Weeks went by and me and Jet was not cool. He didn’t want me in the room with him, and I couldn’t go in his room anymore either so anytime I was with Myron and Jet came around I would literally leave the room. Jet never verbally said it, but he had a way of exuding this energy so strong that I would literally feel shoved out the room at one point or another. It took Myron a few days to bring it up to me. For him, we had all just started to open up to each other and now we were right back distant. When me and Jet were at odds, Myron was never his happy self.
“ Jet being a bitch about them “hot girl” panties babydoll, and it would really-”
I looked at him, shocked he had the nerve to come to me about it and not Jet.
“ Uuh, they my fucki-”
“ You don’t know all the details so I can’t blame you for what you saying, or trying to say, but you wrong. Be quiet and listen..”
There it was. That mean ass side of Myron that I only got to see after I said yes to him proposing to me. It had popped out in full view for me right in this moment.
“ Excuse me?”
He didn’t know who the fuck he was talking to. He had me so fucked up, until he stood up, and I didn’t know how to react. I also didn’t know what he was going to do. He towered over me but still I never felt like he would hurt me. He walked up to me slowly, glaring at me with a piercingly intrigued look. I felt as though I was stripping for him and he had just jumped up, not able to resist any longer. Why had I never noticed this in him?
Myron backed me against the glass patio doors, with his eyes darting all over my face and body. He would look from my eyes to my lips, back to my eyes, then my cleavage, my shoulders, my neck, then back to my eyes. I got more flustered the closer he got to me. Then he did that kiddish grin and exhaled.
“ I said, listen to me babydoll....back when Jet was locked up, he was...having a rough go with being in there. He was not used to going so long without a woman. I mailed them to him. To help him, you know, he needed something at least. Anyway, some other nigga took the shit from under his pillow on some tough shit. Jet had to fight that mf wit a shank to get them back, not cuz yo pussy smell so amazing but cuz he can’t let them see him as no pussy. He got them back o problem but he had to basically fight every single day after that shit happened cuz the guy basically had everyone under his thumb trying to get back at Jet. He couldn’t sleep after that shit. He had to be in survival mode 24/7 for 2 months after that shit. Cuz of yo panties. Cuz I sent them…Them his mf panties, Dani. You took them out of nowhere and washed them. What the fuck.. Was it really killing you that bad to not have them?”
I suddenly felt like the bad guy. How was I supposed to know all of that? Why didn't he ever tell me?
“ I mean, it wasn't killing me baby at all. You said you couldn’t find them!”
“ Dani If you had just asked me if he had them, I would’ve told you!”
“ I didn’t think to ask if fuckin Jet had them babe! How would I think to ask that? Even if I found them in your drawer I’d taken them and did the same shit cuz like fuck... I got sexier panties for ya’ll to have, tucked in all your secret, secret hiding spaces than my damn “hot girl” panties!”
I was yelling but I wasn’t trying to. Myron started smiling like I had just showed him a winning trophy from a spelling bee or something. Like he was proud of me.
“ You really would have…damn.” He said it more to himself than he did for me but he did say it out loud.
Myron kissed my forehead after he said that and told me he would be back. He left out the room I guess to talk to Jet, but he was gone.
Jet spent the next two weeks somewhere else, and I didn’t realize how much I noticed his company until he wasn't there. The shouting he would do while he was gaming and his random antics with me from time to time. Being gone for even just this short time had the house feeling quiet and duller. Not that I minded in particular, but Myron was gray and lifeless without Jet.
I could tell he didn’t know what to do, or say. Myron didn't know what would be too much to say or not say when it came to Jet. They were still men. Very straight black men at that. Pride was playing a big part in dragging all this out.
He told me everything, he told me what he wanted to say to Jet, he told me why what Jet was doing was pissing him off. Myron just wanted what he thought was best for his best friend, and to make his woman happy. I understood that, and I wanted to genuinely try to do both, but this was new to me. It took years to love and care for Myron to his and my own liking, I was starting brand new with Jet.
Then it hit me.
“Let’s do it again..”
Myron looked at me, confused.
I figured the only thing that could fix it was to make it right. I still had the “hot girl” panties. The only problem was that they was clean. I went over to my dresser and pulled them out, dangling them over my pussy. Myron’s face went from mind blown, to excited.
He went to the nightstand drawer and pulled out that fuckin vibrator, looking up at me with that kiddish grin.