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Misha could hardly contain herself. Her panties were soaking wet from the sight of Cooley. She moved back before she lost control. “Cooley, we don't need to do this. We weren't good together.”

Cooley grabbed Misha's arm and pulled her close to her. “I think we were dynamite together.” She pulled Misha to her and kissed her. She let all of her passion rush into the kiss, hoping that the transfer of emotions would help Misha remember where she belonged.

Misha couldn't resist. She wrapped her arms around Cooley, letting Cooley take complete control of her body and soul.

Cooley picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Slowly she removed every piece of Misha's clothes, determined to lick every inch of Misha's sexy body. Misha moaned as Cooley lifted her leg up and devoured her toes. Cooley kissed her way up Misha's leg to her thigh. She sucked on the inside of her thigh and branded her with a Cooley love mark.

Misha's pussy was throbbing, completely wet and hot, ready for Cooley to take it, and she quickly obliged.

Cooley entered Misha's pussy and stroked her with sensual familiarity. Slowly she started turning her fingers as Misha's walls expanded and closed around them, pulling them farther inside of her. Cooley pushed another finger and then another, until Misha felt like she couldn't bear any more. She sucked on Misha's clit, reclaiming it as her own, while her hand slowly disappeared inside. She licked her around the lips of her pussy stretched taut from the force of Cooley's hand inside her and slowly then more quicly sucked back and forth, extending the length of Misha's hardened little clit.

“Oh shit!” Misha yelled, unable to control her moans. It had been so long since she had it done right. Tay couldnât' hold a candle to Cooley. Misha knew that no one would ever sex her like Cooley could. She fit Cooley like a fine leather glove.

Cooley continued stroking her and sucking on the hard, little knot, occasionally flicking it with her tongue and nibbling gently, pulling on it as she sucked.

Misha moaned louder and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air.

Cooley slipped her free hand around Misha's ass and cupped her cheeks together. She rubbed, smacked, and stroked them. She teased the small entry in between with the tip of her thumb.

It sent shivers through Misha's pussy and made her groan uncontrollably. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna, gonna ...” Her moans became inaudible as she started to tremble.

Cooley's body responded to Misha's moans and quaking body. Her clit throbbed and grew. It pulsated and pushed between her own lips. As Misha yelled and her body began to shake, Cooley began to ejaculate. She withdrew her fingers and wrapped her arms around Misha's ass, making sure that she didn't miss a single drop of the sweet cum pouring down Misha's thighs as she exploded with an intense orgasm.

Cooley licked one last droplet and kissed the inside of her thigh as she stood up. Misha was still panting heavily from the orgasm. Cooley reached down and petted Misha's soaking wet pussy.

Misha twitched and laughed as she pushed Cooley's hand away. “Don't you dare, Killa.” She laughed while still trying to catch her breath. “You ain't gon' have me out there looking for no damn inhaler,” she said, referring to the night Cooley got her nickname, Killa Cap, when she made a girl have an asthma attack.

They both laughed.

“Damn, Misha, when was the last time you had it done right?” Cooley smirked, knowing she just gave Misha some super head.

Misha smiled.

“When was the last time you had it?”

Misha looked around and grabbed various pieces of her clothes.

Cooley smacked Misha on her butt as she headed to the bathroom.

Misha looked at herself in the mirror. She knew that she still loved Cooley, but she wasn't convinced that was where she needed to be. She walked out of the bathroom and looked at Cooley lying on her bed. “Cooley, this does not mean that we are back together.”

Cooley looked at Misha. She was still not used to having the shoe on the other foot. Cooley was used to those words coming out her mouth. “Damn, Misha, did you hear me say anything about that?”

“No, but I wanted to.”

“You wanted to fuck up the mood, and you did a good job of it.” Cooley stood up and put a T-shirt on.

Misha watched Cooley give her the cold shoulder. “Come on, Carla, you know what I mean. After all, the sex was always great. It was the relationship we had a problem with.”

“Last time I checked, you had the problem with the relationship.” Cooley could feel herself getting angry. “I gave up a lot for you, and I am still willing to do so again. You couldn't handle it.”

Misha looked at Cooley. “And I don't think I can handle it now. I don't want us to fight. I want us to come to a conclusion.”

Cooley sighed and sat down in her chair. Deep down she knew Misha was right. “Look, shorty, you know I got feelings for you. I am not willing to give you up completely.”

“And I am not willing to give you up either,” Misha said as she stood in front of Cooley. “So what do we do?”

Cooley wrapped her arms around Misha's waist. “Look, I say that we do our own thing, but when we get together, it's all about us. I mean, honestly, I did meet this girl that seems pretty cool.”

“That's good, but, Cooley, you can't be fucking every bitch on campus and thinking that you gon' come back to me,” Misha responded.

“I know. It's not even like that anymore. So, we agree to see other people, but still get down like we used to on occasion?”

“Yeah, that's good.” Misha smiled. She leaned down and kissed Cooley. “So how about another round?”

“As much as I want to say yes, the girl is going to be over here soon.” Cooley hated telling Misha no.

“Dig that. I'll see you later, Carla.” Misha turned around and walked out of Cooley's room.

Cooley smiled. Things couldn't get much better than that.

Chapter 7

Denise woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She listened to the answering machine pick up.

“Denise, this is Ms. Wallace from across from your grand's house. I think something maybe wrong hereâ”

Denise jumped to pick up the phone.

“Hey, Ms. Wallace, what's going on?” She said, clearing her throat.

“Now, baby, I don't know for sure, but there has been a lot of people in and out of there. I know you busy with school and your mother is living there and all, but I wanted to let you know 'cause I figured you didn't know. It's not the right kind of people either,” Ms. Wallace said with concern in her voice.

Denise immediately felt herself getting angry. She always questioned why her grandmother would leave the house to her mother. Denise's mother had been a junkie her entire life, but after the death of Mema, she thought that Tammy was finally getting her life right. She attended rehab just like Mema said she would have to do to live in the house. Denise hoped that she didn't go back to drugs, but she knew that was probably the case.

“Thank you, Ms. Wallace. I will be over there soon.” Denise jumped up and put her clothes on. She walked into Cooley's room to find her in the bed with Lynn.

“Cooley, something's up at Mema's house,” Denise said as Cooley woke up.

“Dude, give me ten minutes.” Cooley jumped up out of the bed and started to get dressed.

Denise called Carmen and told her to meet her at Mema's house.

“Do you need me to leave?” Lynn asked as she watched Cooley hurrying to get dressed.

Cooley looked up, forgetting that Lynn was at the house. “Yeah, I'll call you later, all right?”

Lynn took the cue and immediately got dressed to leave.

As they arrived at the house, they noticed the grass obviously had not been cut in months. There were beer bottles and litter all over the yard. Denise's blood was boiling. Cooley and Carmen noticed her intensity growing.

“Denise, please calm ...”

Before Carmen could finish, Denise charged into the house. Cooley ran in after her while Carmen called the police.

“Tammy!” Denise yelled out. “Tammy, where the fuck are you?” Denise looked around the house; it was filthy. There was trash all over the ground. She noticed most of Mema's furniture was missing, including her trophy case and all of her trophies earned over the years.

Carmen walked in the house and gasped. She looked around the destroyed place as tears began to form in her eyes.

Suddenly they heard a noise from the back. Denise looked at Cooley. They both ran to the back of the house. They noticed the door to Mema's room was cracked. Denise opened the door to see Tammy having sex with a man. There was another man on the floor shooting smack into his arm.

“Who is that?” the man said as Tammy rode on top of him, obviously so high she didn't hear anyone come into the room. Tammy turned around to see Denise standing there. Her eyes widened.

“Denise!”

Before she could finish, Denise lunged at her. She started to tighten her arm around her mother's throat. “How could you! How could you!” she repeated as she watched the life start to drain from Tammy's sunken face.

Cooley ran to grab Denise and struggled to get her friend's arm loose from her mother's neck.

“No, Denise, this isn't the way!” Cooley yelled as she pulled Denise off of Tammy, who was trying to catch her breath.

Denise was breathing hard. She looked at Tammy crying on the floor.

Denise stood up and walked toward Tammy, who began to plead with Denise.

“Denise, please, baby, I am sorry,” she cried.

Denise continued to stare at her mother.

Carmen walked in to see the display. “Denise, the police are here,” she said. She had never seen Denise so angry.

“Don't ever come around this house or come around me again. You're dead to me.” Denise left the room to the sound of Tammy's cries.

Carmen and Cooley watched as the police put Tammy and the other men in the squad car. Carmen heard her phone ring. She realized the ring was Lena.

“Um, Lena, can I call you back?” Carmen said, keeping a close eye on Denise.

“Sure. Well, I have this whole little spa thing set up over here, so when you get free come get you a massage, OK?” Lena replied.

“Yeah, OK.” Carmen hung the phone up. She looked down at her phone and smiled.

Carmen walked over to Denise and put her hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, you need to relax, Lena has something for you at her house. Go over there and relax OK? Me and Cooley will take care of everything here.”

Denise looked at Carmen. She knew something was up, but she didn't question her. She just wanted to get away from the scene. Denise hugged Carmen and headed to her car.

Cooley walked up to Carmen. “What are you up to?” she questioned as she looked at Carmen. She also knew she was up to something.

“I am just giving Denise what she needs right now.” She picked up her phone and called Lena back. “Lena, I can't make it, but Denise is headed over there. She has had a very rough day. Please let her have my massage, OK?” She hung up the phone before Lena could respond.

“What was that all about?” Cooley asked Carmen, who was smiling.

“Nothing, Cooley,” she said as she headed back into the house.

Cooley grabbed her arm. “Carmen, you got one second to tell me.”

“I just wanted Denise to relax. And there is only one person who can help her with that.” Carmen looked at Cooley. Cooley smiled, realizing what Carmen did.

They both laughed as they headed in the house to clean it up.

Lena looked at herself one last time in the mirror when she heard the doorbell. She knew that her new staff would open the door. She walked into the front room and found Denise looking around.

“Damn, girl, I thought our dorm room last year was tight,” Denise said as she gave Lena a hug. She smelled the Creed on her body, the same perfume that used to arouse all of her senses.

A small dog ran up to Denise and started jumping in the air. “What the hell is that?” Denise wasn't a fan of small dogs.

Lena picked up the little dog. “This is Kovu. He's a Pomeranian.”

“What the fuck kind of name is Kovu?”

“I got it from the
Lion King II
. You know, the lion that married Simba's daughter.” Lena smiled.

“Whatever. I guess, you really are living that glamorous life. Got the little mutt and everything.”

“Yeah, a thousand-dollar mutt.” Lena laughed.

“You paid a
G
for a dog that's gonna put hair everywhere? Hell, naw, Lena.” Denise laughed.

“Whatever. Come. Let's eat before I put you out.”

They headed into the dining room. They sat down as the cook brought out their T-bone steaks with sides of garlic, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables.

Lena looked up at Denise, who was barely eating her steak. She had sadness in her eyes.

“Denise, is everything all right? You look like something is troubling you.”

“My mom ruined Mema's house. She's back on that shit and she ruined Mema's house.” Denise forcefully poked at her steak. “The fucked up thing is that I can't blame anyone but myself. I knew better. I knew she wasn't going to get her life together. I knew she was going to still be a fuckin' junkie!” Denise stabbed the steak so hard, it bent the fork. “Shit. I'm sorry, Lena.”

“It's fine, just a fork.” Lena handed Denise another one. “Denise, you just did what your grandmother wanted you to do. Don't blame yourself,” Lena said. Her heart dropped when she noticed a tear fall from Denise's face. “You can't blame yourself, Dee. Don't do that to yourself.”

“I just feel like I'm letting my grandmother down.”

“Dee, your grandmother is looking down on you and smiling. She knows you are doing all that you can. Dee, you're so driven. You are the most driven person I know.”

“I miss her so much.” Tears rolled from Denise's face.

Lena wrapped her arms around Denise.

“I can't believe my mother did that shit. I don't know what I'm going to do about the house. It's ruined.”

“Hey, hey, let's not think about that right now. I want you to relax. Come watch a movie with me in our theatre. I got
Love Jones
.” She reached her hand out to Denise.

Denise smiled and took her hand. Lena's hand was soft and warm. She felt butterflies. Denise swallowed hard, hoping to make them go away.

Denise laughed. “You would have a theatre!”

“Shut up.” Lena laughed.

Denise hugged Lena.

Lena laid her head on Denise's chest. She loved to hug Denise. She felt so safe in her arms.

Lena dismissed all of the staff and locked up behind them. They headed into the theatre.

“Now don't say shit when you go in here.”

“OK.”

Denise couldn't believe her eyes. The large screen took up most of the wall space. The white carpet was so plush, it left the imprint of footprints when you walked. There were two oversized micro-suede, brown couches along with a working replica of an old-fashioned popcorn popper on wheels.

“Man, Lena, you are really doing it big. I hope I get to this level one day,” Denise said with approval as she sank into the couch.

“You will. You are going to be famous like Sheryl Hoops.”

“
Swoopes
, Lena. Sheryl
Swoopes
.” Denise shook her head and laughed.

“Whatever. You know what I meant.” Lena laid down and placed her head in Denise's lap.

Denise took a drink of her beer. She looked down at Lena, who was deep into the movie. She smiled and noticed all the curves in Lena's face. Denise felt a warm sense of comfort that she hadn't felt since the end of last semester.

Denise and Lena watched as Darius and Nina had their first date. They stood in the doorway, right before the infamous sex scene. The smooth sound of Maxwell played as the movie got to the sexual part. They watched as Darius and Nina got it on for the first time.

Lena sighed. “Now that's how lovemaking is supposed to happen.” She looked up at Denise. “Don't you agree?”

Denise looked down at Lena. Their eyes met. They began to kiss.

Denise wrapped her arms around Lena, slowly caressing her back. Lena could feel her panties becoming soaked from Denise's soft stroke.

Denise pushed Lena on her back, causing the couch to shift. Suddenly there was a loud crash as one of the vases on the end table shattered on the floor. They both jumped up. The dog began barking loudly at the broken vase.

Lena looked around the room and remembered where she was.

Denise could see the fear in Lena's eyes. “Lenaâ”

“Oh, no!” she said as she leapt off the couch. “Oh, no! What have I done? What the fuck is wrong with me?” She began to cry as she ran to her bathroom.

Denise heard the door slam. She put her head down. She realized she had made a terrible mistake.

“I'm going to leave, Lee,” Denise said as she headed toward the front door. Denise felt a strange feeling in her stomach. She knew she couldn't leave.

She walked back to the bathroom door and heard Lena's sobs on the other side. She opened the door to find Lena staring in her mirror. Tears had streaked her makeup.

“Lena, baby, it's going to be OK,” she reassured as she put her arms around her.

“Denise, I'm sorry. I don't know what I have done. I shouldn't have done it. I don't know what do to. Brandon

... Damn, I just kissed you in our house. What have I done?” Lena began to cry harder.

Denise put her arms around Lena and picked her up. She carried her into the master suite and put the sobbing Lena in her bed.

She took her shoes off and climbed into the bed next to her. “You didn't do anything, Lena. I am your friend and I am here for you.”

Denise held Lena until she fell asleep. Denise got out the bed, headed toward the door. She noticed a pad on the table. She jotted down a quick note and laid it on the table next to Lena's bed before heading out the door.

I am always here for you as your friend. âDee