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tangled up in my shorts. I looked back at Drake and Jubilee: her hair covered her face and I couldn’t catch her eye. I opened the door and stepped out, missing the first cinderblock step and falling out onto the hard rock-strewn sand.
    I found my way back to the van and climbed in the back. I unbuckled the harness and pulled it and the dick out of my pants, reaching up front to throw them in the glovebox. Exhausted, I fell into the pile of blankets at the back of the truck. It seemed like I would fall straight into unconsciousness, but instead I thought only of lying back in that trailer with my head on Jubilee’s chest.

BUTCHES DON’T
    D. Alexandria
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    Butches don’t do this. Butches DO NOT do this. I kept repeating this in my head as my girl, Sonja, knocked on the door. She flashed me a wicked grin as she leaned back, pressing her ass into my crotch.
    â€œYou packed,” she murmured, grinding against me.
    â€œOf course,” I replied, momentarily allowing myself to enjoy the feel of her.
    â€œIt feels different…,” she began, but the door swung open and her friend, Lani, greeted us with her trademark Kool-Aid smile.
    â€œGirl, you look great!” Lani cried as she and Sonja hugged. Then she turned to me, gave me the once-over, and smirked. “Sonja, you’re lucky I got a woman of my own, ’cause you best believe I couldn’t let a butch this fine
go past me without trying something.”
    Sonja rolled her eyes in amusement as Lani showed us into the living room. “Better not let your woman hear you. You ready?”
    â€œAlmost, have a seat.” Lani rushed out of the room as Sonja and I sat on the sofa. I removed my jacket, since I was staying.
    â€œYou sure you’re okay with this?” she asked me softly.
    No . “Yeah, I’ll be chill.”
    She kissed my cheek sweetly. “Thank you for doing this.”
    You are so not going to be thanking me later . “Of course, baby.” I kissed her back.
    I was full of shit. I wasn’t chill and I certainly wasn’t going to be okay. While Sonja and Lani were going to have dinner with some friends of theirs, Sonja thought it would be great for me to hang with Lani’s girlfriend, Vicki. Lani, who relocated to California five years ago, had temporarily moved back for a couple of months for a job, and she and Sonja were enjoying getting reacquainted. But of course, as girls do, Sonja felt that since Vicki didn’t know anyone, it made sense for the two of us to become friends; she and Lani felt we had a lot in common.
    Little did they know.
    â€œI’m ready.” Lani finally walked out of her bedroom, sporting a very little black dress. She struck a model pose as she stepped into the center of the room.
    â€œWe’re going out to dinner, not the club,” Sonja commented as she got to her feet, but she whistled as she eyed the outfit.
    â€œThat’s what I said.”
    I turned to see Vicki emerging from the bedroom, her arms crossed in front of her as she gave her girlfriend a half-disapproving
look. “There’s no reason for that. Look at your girl, she’s covered.” Which was true. Sonja was wearing black slacks and a semisheer blouse that still looked classy. But that was Sonja’s style; always a bit conservative.
    â€œSonja’s always been the sugar…,” Lani began.
    â€œâ€¦and Lani’s always been the spice,” Sonja finished, before they erupted in a fit of giggles, looking like teenagers again instead of the thirtysomethings they actually were.
    â€œBaby, I told you, no worries.” Lani gave Vicki a very deep kiss that forced Sonja and me to look away. “We’ll be back around midnight and…” I turned in time to see her whisper the rest of her statement in Vicki’s ear, making Vicki blush.
    â€œC’mon, heifer, before we’re late.” Sonja gave me a gentler