All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume II (57 page)

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I don't know? You haven't seen an ass as fine as Mye Queen's. Take your girl's fine ass and multiply it by ten and you may have a glimpse of what I'm dealing with. God didn't make an ass as fine as Queen's. Fuck, that ass is like sunshine in the spring.”

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I bet it is. And I bet I'll see.” Christian mumbled as he casually took another sip of his beer.

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What did you say?” Teddy asks as he shoots Christian a suspicious look.

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I said oh I see.”

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Anyway, like I was saying, Old girl got you drooling over her and she’s got Farmer Brown paying all her bills and knocking the bottom out of that ass with a twelve inch ding dong. So put your damn apron up Susie Homemaker.  Get off that plane, snatch that ass in a broom closet or some shit and simply wear it the fuck out!  Then walk the hell away.  You know that she's just using your ass to make her feel pretty, while Old Dog ain't around.  I can't even believe you.  I'm about to revoke your Swagger Card.”

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Yeah, I know that she's been playing me, but I've been enjoying every second of it.  It's just that I'm really feeling her.  Hey, I just have to change the game plan.  The shit's real complex.”  Christian concluded as he wipes himself with the towel and then finishes off his beer.

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Complex, or not.  What you got to do is whip that pussy into submission and let her and her nigga know it's been tamed.”  Teddy laughs as he gives Christian a pound, and then clears the glasses from the bar and places them in the sink.

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I feel you on that.”

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Not to change the subject, but let me ask you something.  Why didn't you go pro, Mr. Basketball?  You had all these teams trying to sign you and you just walked away and enrolled in medical school.  What up with that shit?”

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It just wasn't in my plans.  I played ball because I loved it and it allowed me to go to school for free.  I must admit I loved all the attention and the prime time, top shelf pussy was nice too.  But my goal was to go to medical school.  I never intended to play professional ball.  That wasn't my thing.  I just wanted to be a doctor.  Besides I'm too short for the NBA.”

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Whatever nigga, you're six feet four.  Five foot nothing niggas get drafted into the NBA, with far less talent than you.”

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Yeah, but I didn't want to play, plain and simple. Playing ball was merely a means to an end for me. I never intended for it to be my career. You were born to be a ball player. I on the other hand was born to be a doctor.”

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So, do you get a woody when they call you Dr. Love, or some shit, because I just don't get it?”

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I'm really not that easily aroused.  I like practicing medicine.  It makes me feel good about being me.  Besides I had started to unravel in college with that superstar ball player lifestyle and all the bullshit that goes with it.  My momma didn't raise me like that.  So I knew pro ball was not going to turn me into the man she wanted me to be.  So, I had to take a pass.  I think it worked out well.  I mean I'm not living as extravagant as you are but I'm happy and extremely comfortable.  Most important, I'm a man that my mom would have been proud to call her son.  Well, that is if she had lived.”

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Yeah, that's what's up.  So, what kind of doctor are you?  And please don't tell me that you are a Gynecologist.”

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Okay, I won't tell you that I am a Gynecologist then.”

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Oh hell to the no!  Dr. Love is a Pussyologist.  What the hell where you thinking?”

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Hey, it just happened to be my niche.  I don't know.  I do know that I have more patients than I can handle and an extremely successful practice.”

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I guess you would.  What woman would turn down and opportunity to let a nigga that look like you play in her pussy?”

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You're so damn ignorant.  I'm not exactly playing in their pussy.  You're right though.  I do have a lot of patients who are more concerned by how I look than what I know.  But that's cool cause I know that I'm a damn good doctor and they still get the benefit of my expertise.”

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How the hell do you play around in Lady Town, after Lady Town all day long and go home and ain't getting any? Personally, I'd be so sick of pussy, I wouldn't even be able to get a woody.” 

Christian
mimics a deaf mute and makes hand gestures, as if he is doing sign language. “Again, nigga!  I'm not playing in the pussy!  I am a fucking professional!”  They both burst out laughing.

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And you called me ignorant.  You’re the ignorant bastard.  That shit is not called for.  Matter of fact, it's just wrong.  A deaf person's gonna beat your ass if they catch you doing that shit.”

Christian
mimics a deaf mute and flashes his made up sign language gestures again. “I wish a Bitch would!”  Robust laughter ensues again.

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Man that shit ain't funny.  Yeah it is, but stop.  Don't do that shit anymore.”

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I'm sorry, my bad.  But that's the only way I can get it through your thick head that I'm not down their giving hand jobs and shit.  It's my profession.  There's only one Lady Town on my mind.  All those other trips to Lady Town don't mean a damn thing to me.”

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Hey, all I'm saying is that fumbling around in pussy all day sounds like good work if you can get it.”

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Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

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Look, I know you and Queen are good friends and shit, but you're not her Gynecologist, are you?”

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What? Are you asking me am I fumbling around in Queen's pussy?” Christian sarcastically asked. “I shouldn't even dignify this shit with an answer, but no. I haven't visited your woman's Ladytown.”

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Hey I'm just checking and shit? Dorian can risk letting you play around in Jade's koochie, but fuck that bullshit. I'm not fuckin having it!”

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You're an ignorant ass somebody. Jade is my patient. It's not like I'm finger fucking her and shit. How you going to say some simple shit like that?” Christian laughed.  “You know what this conversation is over...  Just take me to my room I need to get in the shower.  I can smell my own funk.”

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Hell, I think I smell myself too.  I smell like boodicssy.” Teddy responded as he sniffed his arm pits.

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What the hell is boodicssy?” Christian asked confused.

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Booty, dick and pussy all blended up into one.”

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You nasty ass bastard.  You didn't even bother to take a ten minute shower after laying up in ass all night and day.”

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I never pegged you for such a hater.  It really isn't becoming. I didn’t have time to hit the shower before you came. You better be glad I brushed my teeth.” Teddy laughed as he pretended to give Christian a kiss.

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Oh, hell no!  Back the fuck up Teddy!  Wash your ass and gargle with some mouthwash, nigga.  Then you can hug me. Your breath is probably what smells like boodicssy.”  Christian half halfheartedly attempts to push his best friend away several times and then gives in and hugs him tight. “It's good to see you again Baby Bear.  It's been a minute since we hung out like this.”

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Good to see you too man.  I thought you'd never bring your ass to California to see me, now that you are Dr. Love and shit.”

The
two retrieve Christian's clothing and leave the basketball court laughing, joking and clowning around. Christian knew that now was not the right time or the place to talk to Teddy about Queen. He could see that despite Teddy’s money, fame and success that he’d be nothing without her. Queen was the glue that held Teddy together and prevented him from completely unraveling right before the public’s eyes. Christian hated to admit it but Teddy needed Queen a hell of a lot more than he could ever want her. He understood why Queen could not leave or betray Teddy. It would devastate him and he’d never fully recover. So, for now Christian was content to continue with the status quo a little while longer.

It's
Christian's birthday and Queen has planned a very special surprise. She had grown very close to him over the past few months and she wanted to show him exactly how she felt about him. Actually, she had grown a little too close to him. The physical attraction between them had begun to spiral dangerously out of control. Yet, they could not, or would not stay away from each other.

Queen
’s Kitty Kat purred so loud when Christian was around she could hardly hear herself think. And cold showers in the middle of the night had become a nightly ritual for Christian. Still they remained loyal to Teddy and kept their friendship strictly platonic. But Queen had finally had enough and decided that it was time to push the envelope and redefine the boundaries of their relationship. She had it on good authority that Teddy was back up to his old bullshit again even though she kept her word and  kept her ass away from Logic. Sick of the betrayal and the bullshit excuses Queen orchestrated a surprise for Christian guaranteed to get her out of the friends forever zone.   

As
they finish dinner Christian was intrigued by Queen’s promise of a surprise for the evening. “Queen, dinner was delicious. I didn’t realize that you could throw down like this. I’m impressed. So, what's this big surprise that you have for me?”

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I don't know…  I said to myself, ‘What do you give to a man that has everything?’  Then it hit me.  You give him the one thing he's never had, but has always wanted.”

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Oh, yeah?  And what's that?”

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Give me a minute and you'll see.”  Queen arises from the table and takes the scarf from around her neck.  She cautiously approaches Christian from the rear and gently ties the scarf around his eyes.

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What are you doing?” he asked, a little confused.

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Do you trust me?”

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Sure, but what's going on?”

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You'll see.  Just follow me.” 

Holding
him by the hand, Queen leads the blindfolded Christian out of the formal dining room to the lower level of her home. They enter a dark room with a regal high back armchair facing a stripper pole mounted on a low rise stage.   

Queen
seats the anxious, blindfolded Christian in the chair and disappears. Curious, he calls to her, “Queen, what’s up. Where are you?”

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I’m right here. Take your blindfold off.”

Christian
quickly unties the scarf.  He looks around to accumulate himself to his surroundings.  His eyes are immediately drawn to a spotlight shinning on the stripper pole on the stage as soft music permeates the darkness. 

Suddenly
a stunning, scantly clothed, long hair blonde emerges from the darkness and begins to seductively dance around a pole.  As the music plays she effortlessly mounts and spins around the pole like a professional.  With her eyes closed she dances, sways and gyrates to the sexually suggestive lyrics.

Christian
’s jaw drops and he falls back in the plush chair in amazement upon realizing that it is Queen. “What the fuck?” He mumbled. “Ah shit...”

Mesmerized,
Christian continued to watch in silence as Queen performed her sultry pole dance routine.  As the music draws to an end Queen dramatically dismounts from the pole in a dramatic full split. She leaves the stage and straddles Christian and gives him a lap dance as another song begins.

Stunned,
aroused, and horny as hell, he somehow manages to speak. “Queen I .....”

Queen
quickly interrupts him with a seductive, southern accent. “I'm Candy, baby.”

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I don't think that this is a very good idea.” Christian continues as he feels the blood drain from his big and head and immediately rush to his little head.

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Baby, what’s wrong. You don't like Candy?”

             
“Oh I love Candy, but...”

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Then just relax and let Candy make all your birthday wishes come true.” Queen urges as she continues to gyrate in Christian's lap. 

Christian
’s manhood quickly swells even larger as if that were possible as he uncomfortably squirms beneath Queen’s bubble butt. “Queen, please.  We really shouldn't be doing this.”

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It's okay sugar. I told you, I'm Candy, not Queen.”

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Okay, Candy... we can't do this.”

             
“Baby, it's your birthday.  Just tell Candy what you want.”  Queen continues to dance, and gyrate on Christian’s hard as she boldly takes a chance and kisses him in the mouth. 

Momentarily
distracted and confused Christian gives in and kisses her back.  They kiss passionately as Queen attempts to undo her bra.  Unable to undo the clasp alone she momentarily breaks character and asks Christian for help. “Unhook my bra.  I can't get it.”

Christian
who continues to seek her lips as she tries to speak is abruptly snatched back to reality when Queen's real voice and her forbidden request rings loud and clear in his ear.  He quickly grabs her hand and stops her before she takes her bra off.  Holding her wrist tight, he tries to compose himself. “Look, Queen...” 

Queen
quickly returns to character. “Candy, call me Candy, baby.”

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Okay, Candy.  I'm sorry, but I can't do this.”

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What?  Why?  What's wrong?” Queen asked bewildered.  

Christian
loosens his grip on Queen's wrist.  He hesitates as he chooses his words carefully and then speaks. “Candy, I'm in love with somebody and I can't do this.  This isn't right.” 

Horny
and determined to get some, Queen attempts to engage his lips in another steamy kiss.  Weak, Christian gives in briefly before he forces himself to stop. “Queen stop! Please don't make this harder than it already is.” 

Queen
’s hand boldly moves to Christian’s crouch and rubs his hard. “Sugar, I don't think it can get any harder than it already is.  Let Candy make you happy.” She responds in her sexy southern drawl. 

Christian
quickly grabs her hands again. “Okay… Look, Queen, I mean Candy.  As I was saying, I'm in love with somebody and as hard as it may be I'm going to have to pass.” 

Initially
struggling against his restraint, Queen stops resisting. Frustrated she gives up.

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So, who is she?”

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She's Mye Queen.”

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Okay, then make love to her. What’s the problem?”

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You know why I can't.”

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No, actually I don’t. Enlighten me.”

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She belongs to my best friend.”

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People don't belong to other people.”

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Unfortunately, sometimes they do.”

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Well then make love to Candy.  Let her be your queen for the night.”

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I can't.  God knows I want to, but I just can't.”

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Why can't you?  No one has to ever know.”

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I'll know and you’ll know.”

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But, it’s your birthday.  Queen attempts to kiss Christian again.  This time he stands up, forcing her off of his lap.”

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Look, Candy.  As flattered and as horny as I may be I can't do this.  So, I'm going to go back upstairs and wait for Queen.  So if you see her could you please tell her that I need to talk to her.  Christian releases her and turns to walk away. 

Pissed,
Queen pulls the wig off of her head and slings it across the room.  She flops down in the chair in frustration and moans, “Why does he have to be such a fucking boy scout?”

The
fully clothed Queen returns upstairs moments later to find Christian at the bar.  Obviously upset, he pours a shot of whiskey and quickly downs it.  He immediately pours another shot and knocks it back too before cringing from its sting. He slams the glass hard on the counter and prepares to pour another. 

Queen
takes a seat at the bar. “So, do you think that's going to help?  If so then pour me one.” 

Christian
doesn't respond as he pours another shot and gives it to Queen.  He takes a stool next to her at the bar. “Queen, I know you're probably mad...”

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You think?  Do you know how long it took me to....”

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I know, but hear me out.  I know that you're mad, but I don't want to start something that you're not willing and able to finish.”

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What are you talking about?  I had every intention of finishing what I started.”

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Yeah, but for how long?  Oh yeah, that's right- for one night.” Christian sarcastically responded.

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That was just a figure of speech.”

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Maybe, but I don't want you for one night.  Hell, truth be told, I don't even want to screw Candy the stripper, for just one night.  I don't want you like that.  I want to be able to make love to you whenever I want for as long as I want.”

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Christian, you know that that’s not possible.”

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And that's exactly why we can't have sex.  Whether you are Candy or Queen you still belong to Teddy.”

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I don't belong to anybody.”

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You know what I mean.”

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Why couldn't you just pretend for one night that I belonged to you?”

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Because, the door would be opened and there would be no way to close it.  Next thing you know every night after that we'd want to be together.  You keep glossing past the point that your man is my best friend.  I can't do this to him, at least not for a fuck.”

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Oh come on ... It wouldn’t be like that between us. I know what you’re saying, but…”

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But what Queen?”

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Bear sleeps with whoever he wants, when he wants and I never say or do anything. Tonight, I wanted you.  That's what.”

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Even if he does you two are still in love.  Queen, I can't set myself up to get hurt every time he decides to blow through Baltimore to fuck you.”

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Christian, that's not even fair.”

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No, what's not fair is you asking me to.  Sooner or later you are going to have to decide who you want more.  And until that time our relationship can't go further than it already has.”

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So, what about you?”

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What about me?”

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Are you sleeping with anybody?” 

Christian
laughs. “Exactly how is that any of your business Mye Queen?”

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I mean, you can't expect me to keep getting hot and bothered over you if you're screwing around with somebody else.”

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Technically, you shouldn't be getting hot or bothered over me, especially since I am not your man. And since I'm not your man I'm free to sleep with whomever I desire.”

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Semantics, Christian we sleep under the same roof almost every night.  How can I not be understandably a little hot in the panties? Naturally, it also concerns me who you're screwing.”

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Well there's your answer.”

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What?”

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I'm with you every day at work and every night at your house or mine.  When would I have the time to sleep with somebody else? Queen, I don't want to be with anybody but you.  Shit, I couldn't even sleep with your alter ego Candy Girl.  Oh and in case I didn’t mention it -Candy girl is Super Nova hot.”

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Yeah, apparently not hot enough.”

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Queen, I don't want to play make believe with you on Fantasy Island.  My feelings for you are real.  So, before we become intimate I need you to feel the same for me.”

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So, what if do?  Would you make love to me?”

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I don't know, maybe.” 

Queen leans in and kisses Christian hard in the mouth.  He grabs her by the head and kisses her back, sucking her sweet, wet tongue down his throat.

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Tonight I choose you.  Make love to me Christian. Please?”

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Okay, just do one thing for me.”

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What? Anything!” 

Christian
pulls out his cell phone and hands it to Queen. “Call Teddy and tell him about us.”

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You're kidding right?”

Christian
shakes his head and indicates that he is not joking. He waited patiently for Queen to take the phone. “Call him.”

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Christian, you know I can't do that.” Queen refuses to take the phone.