Filthy Lies_An Interracial Erotic Romance

by Kenya Wright

  The more I thought about it, the more I became a panicked mess, ready to get rid of Tyson but also wanting to know the full story.

  I had to get closure.

  It was just that when Logan read the book with me, I felt like such a stupid loser. How the hell did I not know all of this was going on? What kind of moron had I been? I’d thought I was being nice to Tyson, giving him the benefit of the doubt. My instincts said something was up and I hadn’t trusted them until it was too late.

  Why did I move his dumb ass in? So stupid.

  I shivered in disgust, thinking of how he’d fucked Ashley right on the boat. Right under me.

  And Ashley. Why would she do that? Was she as pathetic as he’d described her? I knew she liked to have attention. I didn’t care. I was happy to have the spotlight on anybody but me. Sometimes, I thought she flirted with my exes a few times and even wore too skimpy outfits around them. Clothes I wouldn’t have worn if I was going to see my best friend and her man. But I never called her on it. Clothes were simply fabric to cover our bodies. If my man couldn’t keep his hands off my friend just because she wore a tiny dress, then he wasn’t a man worth having.

  Excuses. I kept on giving excuses for Ashley and Tyson anytime they made me uncomfortable and crossed the line. I would try to look at it from their side.

  No. I should’ve always been looking at it from my side. Protecting myself and my feelings no matter how stupid I felt defending them.

  And I was enraged with Ashley. All that friendship. All those memories. Now, they all meant nothing to me.

  Tyson had fucked Ashley right under me and my dumb ass had no idea.

  But then, I’d been comfortably lying in Logan’s arms. Jesus. Why did I do that?

  We’d been talking. Sometime during that moment, I fell asleep. I didn’t even realize we were that close on the chair. Had Logan gathered me in his arms and held me? I couldn’t see myself scooting over to him and lying on his chest. I’d been focused on Tyson, although Logan was so much fun to talk to and...look at...

  Was some of this my fault?

  I couldn’t deny that I liked Logan. If I did, I would just be lying to myself and that was the stupidest thing a person could do. Of course, I was attracted to Logan. Who wasn’t? He was everything a woman would want and more. Had it all been different, I would’ve let Logan pound me in that cabin just like Tyson did to Ashley.

  “My little slut.”

  Bile rose in my throat. I shivered at the thought of Tyson trying to say that to me. It would’ve never happened. I didn’t mind role playing, but I’d heard enough demeaning words in my life about other women and me that I decided to keep that bullshit out of the bedroom.

  Thank God we always wore condoms and thank God I stopped sleeping with him over week ago. I should’ve kicked him out then. Stupid, so stupid.

  I’d been tested last month during a regular check up with my doctor, but I would have to make another appointment and let him know what happened. I knew that I should be fine, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

  This is crazy.

  Learning about Ashley and Tyson made me think about my best friend and all the times I’d hung out with her. This was the first time that this happened, at least that I’d known of.

  Had she done this before? Did she fuck my other boyfriends?

  Disgust ran through me. I was a big, flag-waving feminist, yelling about women unity and happy to come to any of my friends’ rescue, seeing them as sisters, knowing that we were all beautiful and worthy of love and respect. Women rocked. We had power—not only the ability to grow human life in our wombs, but to build nations and reshape the entire universe. I loved women. I fought for them. I stood with them. I made sure that no derogatory words about females were said in my presence. I demanded respect for women as well as our images and the ways that we were described.

  But with this Ashley situation, all I could think was...

  That low down dirty bitch. What a hoe. What a slut. What a nasty, filthy tramp.

  Ashley had pissed me off more than Tyson. I’d known him for only three months and made the mistake of letting him move in with me for a few weeks. Those were my faults in this matter. But I didn’t have the history with Tyson that I had with Ashley.

  How many times had I held her as she cried in my arms over this guy or that? How many times had I run out of my apartment in the middle of the night because she was depressed and feeling alone? How many times had I spoiled her, treating her to spa days and BFF gifts because when I looked her, I saw a beautiful woman who’d earned everything and more?

  And now she’d broken my heart, tore it apart, broke it into two, shattered and battered, and destroyed everything I thought I knew about friendships.

  I would never trust anyone like that again.

  I could drop Tyson with no problem. If I was truthful, our relationship started going downhill when he moved in with me. I’d done it out of guilt and began feeling resentful for him taking up my space, packing my apartment with those stupid ass sneakers.

  Breaking up with Tyson would be easy.

  But Ashley?

  Ending our friendship would hurt. It would crush me.

  I thought back to the last time we hung together, two weeks ago.

  “I think Tyson is cheating on me.” I refilled my wine glass for the third time.

  “No way.” Ashley grabbed the bottle and poured her own serving. “But, he is so into you.”

  “He’s been sneaky. Always whispering. Always vigilant about his phone, freaking out if he’s left it in the room with me to go to the bathroom. Once I heard him stop mid-stream from pissing, rush on his jeans, run out to the living room, grab the phone, and then he returned to the bathroom.”

  Ashley stirred and sipped her wine. “It does sound suspicious, but you shouldn’t think that way. Remember. You have to be positive.”

  “I know.”

  “You’re just being crazy.” Her phone sounded, playing a country song. She checked the screen and turned it off.

  “Is that the new guy?”

  Ashley frowned. “Yes.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh.” She forced a smile. “Nothing. Nothing. He’s a bit...odd.”

  “How?”

  “He likes to call me names. It started a little when we first had sex.”

  I grinned. “Oooo. What type of names are we talking about?”

  “Little slut. Little whore.”

  “Oh.”

  She shrugged. “I know it sounds fucked up, but it...it kind of turns me on.”

  “Hey.” I tapped my glass against hers for a cheers. “We like what we like. No worries.”

  “It’s just that now he’ll text or call me, and it’s still little slut or whore, and it makes me uncomfortable. Like he really thinks of me that way. It’s never a break from the demeaning names.”

  “Talk to him about it. Tell him you don’t want the dirty words outside of the bedroom.”

  “I know. I will.” She swallowed a large gulp.

  “Tell me more.” I leaned back on the couch. “Tell me anything to get my mind off my decaying relationship.”

  She grimaced. “He likes it rough sometimes, slapping and smacking, not too hard, but it came out of nowhere. Like he’s slowly pushing my limits, seeing how far I will go.”

  “Do you like it?”

  She looked down at her glass. “Sometimes.”

  “And other times?”

  She waved the question away. “He’s just so damn...freaky. If I told you the things we did, I don’t know if you would judge or think I’m crazy.”

  “Oh my God.” I laughed. “What have you been doing, girl? Spill it.”

  She placed her finger to her lips and shook her head. “Nope. I’ll never tell.”

  “You’re such a tease.”

  “You love me.” She drank more of her wine. “How’s Tyson and your sex life these days? Is the whole suspicion messing with that?”r />
  “Of course. You know that if I get that feeling of a guy lying to me, the first thing that leaves is my attraction. It’s been some weeks since we had sex.”

  “Whoa.”

  “I think I may just have to deal with it and break up.”

  “Sometimes you have to do what you have to do.” Her phone buzzed. She sighed and rose from the seat. “I’m going to get another bottle of wine and say hi to him really quick. Give me a minute.”

  “Don’t worry.” I giggled. “I’ll be here, chugging this one down.”

  My eyes watered as I pushed that memory out of my head. I felt stupid as fuck. The guy on the phone must’ve been Tyson. They must’ve laughed at me that night. I could claw their eyes out right now.

  I need to work on this wedding cake. I’ll have to deliver it in the morning. I don’t need to be letting my head get clogged up with this.

  Still, I didn’t rise from the couch or push myself to move.

  My nerves frazzled. Sighing, I checked the window. Logan had left long ago. My brother still hadn’t arrived. Tyson’s crap was still in the apartment and there was no sign of him coming.

  I’ll just read one more chapter. I must know what else happened.

  I pulled the notebook out of my pocketbook, sat on the couch, and read some more.

  What else did you do, you piece of shit? What else did you write about?

  Chapter 9

  Tyson’s Notebook

  I did a big surprise party to celebrate Mia’s birthday. Well...it was more Logan’s idea, but he didn’t make a big thing about it when I took the credit. His bitchass was probably embarrassed to admit that Mia was getting to him, and he couldn’t have her.

  Of course, he had to try and one up me with getting Mia some artisan six-quart mixer that was worth several hundred dollars.

  The shit pissed me off.

  Mia grinned from ear to ear and gave Logan the longest hug.

  Karan bought her a book on how to give good blow jobs.

  Now that was a true friend.

  Logan’s little sister, Monica signaled for her DJ friend to start the music. We’d all cleared the backyard and decorated it, hanging white lights above and placing balloons in each of the four corners.

  Once the music hit, everyone swayed to the dance floor. Mia didn’t even grab my hand or ask me to join her. She was too buy laughing with the twins at the box of glow in the dark dildos they’d bought her.

  Logan thinks the twins are so innocent. I bet you they’ve had more men than most hookers.

  Sneaking away, I walked off to check on Ashley. She’d been drinking as soon as she arrived, had wandered off on her own during the gift opening, and never returned.

  Come on, Ashley. Where are you? This whole thing wouldn’t be fun without you.

  I found Ashley in the kitchen with the lights turned off, standing in front of the sink and staring out the window. She wore a white blouse and a flowery skirt buttoned all the way down the side, but on the other side there was a huge split that showed off her rosy panties. The shirt was thin and damn near see-through. Although not as voluptuous as Mia, Ashley had a nice pair of breasts. I could make out the points of her nipples when she walked into the party. Earlier, the twins had noticed too, whispering to each other as Ashley passed by.

  “There you go.” I got to her side. “I missed you.”

  “Glad someone did.” She gave me a weak smile and then returned to the window.

  “What are you looking at?” I checked her view. Mia and Logan stood there laughing and debating something with his baby sister.

  “They’re just one happy couple.” Ashley finished her wine and poured some more. She gazed around the kitchen. “This is a top-notch place. How did you pay for this? It must’ve cost a lot to rent.”

  “Are you asking or telling?” I grabbed the bottle from her and took a swig.

  “I bet he paid for the rental, right? It’s a castle.” She snorted. “Of course, Logan did. Mia has become his little princess.”

  “No, he did it for the whole Kingmaker bullshit. This place was as close to Mulligan’s lair as he could get.”

  Moonlight glowed on her sad face. “Did he pay for this whole party?”

  “A little.”

  A whole fucking lot.

  I shrugged. “He helped.”

  “He paid for it all. He has some money.” She looked at me. “Did you know that?”

  “Yeah. His parents left him some and he invested and made more. Why?”

  “No reason.”

  “How did you even know that?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “He offered me some money, once, because I’d called him drunk and was crying...”

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” She swallowed the wine and tried to reach the bottle.

  “Chill out. You’re drunk now.”

  “No one cares anyway.”

  “I care.” I got behind her and pressed my hardening cock into her soft ass. “I’ve been thinking of you all night, in that dress. Jesus, you smell so good. It should be illegal.”

  She giggled.

  I encircled her waist, my cock hard against her ass. She held her breath. Mia’s laugher came from outside as I reached around for Ashley’s breasts and pulled them out, toying with the nipples.

  Ashley gasped. “She can see us. They may all be able to see us.”

  I licked her throat. “No, she can’t.”

  “Someone will walk in on us.”

  “That’s part of the fun.” I squeezed her nipples.

  She groaned. “Oh, fuck me, Daddy.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, Daddy, please.”

  Everything had moved so fast. I hadn’t even planned on fucking her, especially at Mia’s birthday party. For God’s sake Mia’s brother was around. Everyone was around. Granted, no one had any reason to come into the kitchen. The caterers had already finished and left. Everyone was full and gathered around the bar outside.

  I took a quick glance and saw that pretty much all the guests were there, dancing and laughing. No one wondered where Ashley and I was at. They were all wrapped in their own world.

  I could do this. I could fuck her right here and no one would notice.

  I felt dizzy with the idea of it, the nasty raunchiness of it.

  Ashley didn’t move or turn her head to me. She continued to watch Mia and Logan laugh and high five each other. Who even knew what the hell they were talking about? They were damn near close to starting a book club or something, always up all night talking about this book or that. It was the only connection Logan could have with Mia, and he played that shit to the end, buying her gift cards and always volunteering to grab this novel or that. The motherfucker probably thought he was one Amazon gift card away from getting the panties.

  “Yeah.” I sucked on Ashley’s throat and rubbed my cock against her ass. “Yeah. You’re going to be my little slut tonight. You’re going to watch them while I fuck you. Make sure no one leaves that area. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Take those panties off.”

  She did.

  “Keep your eyes on them.” I sought the opening of the skirt and found the buttons. Every time I undid one, she moaned.

  “Are you getting wet for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I kept only two buttons closed at the top. I just needed to open it enough and expose that bare pale ass, smacking it and loving the way it jiggled.

  “I’m going to fuck you good.” I opened my jeans and yanked my cock out. I could barely stop myself from groaning as I drew lines on her soft ass cheeks with the tip of my cock, smearing precum on the slit between those milky-white bulbs.

  I looked at the cabinet on the side and opened it, still pressing my cock into her ass.

  She turned to see what I was doing.

  “Keep watch,” I whispered. “Pay attention. Make sure we don’t get caught.”

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bsp; “Okay,” she said in breathless anticipation.

  It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. There was a long bottle of some expensive olive oil in the first shelf. I pulled it over to me, opened it up, and poured it on my cock, not giving a fuck about the mess.

  “What are you doing?” Ashley asked.

  “What are they doing?”

  “Mia is talking to the twins, and Logan is on the other side of the dance floor with some redhead, but he’s staring at Mia.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Of course, he is.”

  “Do you think they’re cheating together?”

  “No.” Desire rushed through me. I gripped my cock harder, smearing the oil up and down my length, loving the sensation.

  “How can you be sure?”

  “Logan is the type of guy that wants what he can’t have. Once he fucks Mia, he’ll be obsessed with someone else. That’s how I know he hasn’t fucked her yet.” I pressed my now oily cock between her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing my cock forward.

  “Oh wait.” Ashley glanced over her shoulder. “I’ve never done that.”

  “You don’t like it in your ass?”

  “I’ve never tried.”

  “There’s always a first time for everything.” I didn’t push it in. The last thing I needed was some white girl at my girlfriend’s birthday party screaming rape. “Do you want to be my dirty slut or not?”

  “I’m scared we’ll get caught.”

  “Then, keep watching. I’ll make sure everything feels so good, baby.” I rubbed the tip along the cherry bud of her asshole and moved my other hand to the front of her body, caressing her pussy and playing with her clit. “Touch your nipples while I fuck you. I like to hear you moan.”

  She moved her hands up to her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

  I toyed with her clit some more, causing her to moan. “Tell me you want this cook deep inside of your ass.”

  “I do,” she moaned. “Please, Daddy.”

  I took my time, pushing my cock into her, advancing further between those soft folds of her ass. So tight and unyielding. My cock jerked inside of her, so happy to be respected.

  Mia had barely given it any notice, always demanding condom this and condom that, even when she was drunk. Rules and rules. So fucking restricted.