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“Come on pass the remote, you don’t know what you want!” I told my best friend Catelina- Cat for short. She was lying down next to me on the sofa, lazily flicking through the channels one by one. When she didn’t respond, I reached over her and snatched it out of her hand myself. “You deaf?”
“Whatever. I’m getting a popsicle you want one Leah?”
“Yea, but I’m sure Hernando finished the box already,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I was so glad that Hernando’s school district offered summer camp to students even if it was only three days a week. Having one less annoying sibling to deal with in the apartment was like a small miracle.
July in the Bronx was quite literally hell on earth- especially when your air conditioner breaks down during a heatwave. Cat and I barely had the energy to do anything but sit on the couch right in front of the fan all day. We had stripped off as much as we could until we were both wearing nothing but skimpy, cropped tank tops and booty shorts.
I flipped the channel to my favorite Dominican telenovela and smiled giddily when Cat came back with a juicy cherry popsicle for me. “Gracias amore,” I said, mimicking the sultry voice of our favorite character on the show. Soon the heat and the outside world were forgotten.
The sound of a key in the door interrupted the silence. “Your mom home already?” Cat asked, glancing back at the door.
“Nah she works until 6 on Fridays. Must be Chris.”
Sure enough, the door opened and Chris, my mom’s boyfriend, came in- sighing with relief as he dropped his construction shit on the floor. “Why the fuck is it hotter in here than it is outside?” He asked, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Chris was a 6’4, built black guy who’s been crashing with us ever since he and my ma hooked up but they’re not really exclusive. I’ve been fucking him since I turned 18 a few months ago and have since hoped my ma didn’t get bored of him and kick him out soon. I was getting used to having my regular fix of big black cock.
Cat and I laughed and told him to be quiet because he was making us miss our show. He came over and plopped down on the couch right in the middle of us, putting an arm behind each of our heads. “How long you guys been sitting here? Did you go outside at all today and get some physical activity in?”
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