It was past Snuggles' bed time but instead of taking me home, Andy ended up taking me to her place. It was my first time being there and it was one the fanciest homes on her block. I knew this part of the city was dedicated to the rich, and almighty gang members of the De Palma Family. I guess it made sense for Andy to have one of the better homes in the area. In the neighborhood, there were fancy family homes, luxurious studio homes and even mansions; yet Andy's place resembled a modern day bachelor pad. Everything in her house was advanced and seemed sparkly new.

Surprisingly, the place was clean. I thought with her always being away that her home would be cluttered or dirty, but there wasn't a speck of dirt anywhere. The wooden floors were absent of dirt. The kitchen countertops were sparkling like they've never been used. Nothing in her home seemed out of place. How did she keep it so well kept? Maybe she had a maid or something?

The style of the home wasn't exactly bright. The lights were slightly dimmer than most homes. It gave the house a chill and somewhat romantic vibe. Man, she really did have a bachelor pad. I bet she brought many girls here and wooed them with all of the nice sh-t that she had. My parents were wealthy and I grew up with the privilege of living in a nice home and I was still blown away from her crib.

The color scheme of the furniture and the art of on her wall was mostly black, silver, red and every now and then there was a bright color to make the room pop. She was pretty good at decorating as well, or maybe she just hired an interior designer. I held Snuggles as I openly examined her place. Andy put down her keys on the kitchen counter and told me to make myself comfortable as she went to the bathroom to clean herself up and change out of her bloody shirt.

I accepted the gesture and made myself right at home. I set down Snuggles on the black sectional couch and began wandering around the living room. There were a couple of photos framed by the stereo. The pictures were of Leo, Lin, Andy and another guy. I wasn't sure who he was but he was pretty damn handsome. It was hard to picture him as a gangster because he was so damn pretty. He had a head full of brown curly locks and I could tell he was Latino. His lips was one of his most distinct features, they were big yet sexy. Andy sure had some good looking friends.

In all the pictures, except one, the four of them were in traditional gangster poses. Scowls. Sadistic grins. Folded arms. But in one, they all looked drunk as hell outside of the club. It was one of their most lively pictures. Andy had her tongue out and it looked like she had her arm around Lin's shoulder just to keep herself from falling. I laughed at the picture and shook my head before spotting a stack of CD's on top of the stereo.

Who even still used CDs? I looked through the CD's in my hand. None of them were official albums, but instead discs with chicken scratch writing on them. Some of the labels on the CDs were along the lines of: Hip Hop Bangers, Party Faves, Leo's Mix, R&B Classics and Corny Pop Jams. I giggled at the last one but I couldn't resist to pop in the R&B Classics one. I wanted to see if Andy actually had good taste in R&B music. When the disc began playing, the music boomed out loudly and I jumped back from how loud it was. I turned the system down more than a few notches but within seconds, I was turning it up again.

Automatically, my hips began swaying to the song that was blasting through the speakers. My mouth began syncing the lyrics and I was impressed by the beginning song selection on her little playlist. One More Chance by Notorious B.I.G., an obvious timeless song. I was too busy lip syncing the song and dancing that I didn't notice that Andy had come back in. I didn't realize she had come back until I caught her staring at me with a smirk on her gorgeous face. She had her hands in her pockets as she leant against the wall. She traded out her shirt for a homemade black tank top. I bit my lip when I noticed her muscles. They weren't anything too big but they were noticeable and a turn on. It reminded me of how brave she was to take on Thomas and actually beat his ass tonight. "I see you really made yourself at home," she told me with a small chuckle.

She walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a few glasses and bottles of wine. She had alcohol and R&B music was playing in the background, I knew we weren't going to end up braiding each other's hair at the end of the night. Nothing outside of a sexual encounter could come from such a mixture. I was fine with that. I had a good time so far with Andy and her intentions seemed to be earnest so if things led to another then I wasn't going to stop it. "You know, I know you told me you loved R&B music but I wasn't expecting such good taste," I told her as I waltzed over to the kitchen counter.

She was nodding her head to the song and mouthing a few lyrics herself as she poured us some white wine into the glasses. "Trust me. I know my R&B and Hip Hop," she told me as she offered me a glass. I took it from her and chugged down the liquid. Andy raised a brow at me before laughing at how fast I downed the wine. Once she finished laughing, she gulped hers down as well before clenching her jaw. "Real quick," Andy said suddenly as she gave me a serious glare, "everything's okay, right? I had a really good time with you and I hope me beating that guy up didn't affect anything."

"Andy, you spent so much money just to win me the prize I wanted. We had a lot of fun tonight and you giving Thomas what he deserved was just the icing on the cake," I reassured her. She smiled a little bit, but it quickly went away. She walked over towards me and grabbed one of my hands.

"I just don't want you to be afraid of me or anything."

"Trust me. I'm not. You may be a gangster but I can tell you're a genuine person. I'm not afraid of you because I know you wouldn't hurt me," I told her gently. She kissed my forehead in response, and the song ended and switched to another. Immediately, I sat down my empty glass and grabbed both of Andy's hands. "You have to f-cking dance with me to this!"

Andy chuckled as she shook her head. A slight blush came on her cheeks. "No, I can't dance, Delaney," she insisted.

"Well, it's just me and you! I promise I won't judge you," I promised. The song was Pony by Ginuwine. Very sexual and one of my favorite songs of all time. Whenever this song came on, I always needed a dance partner even if it's just Mia or one of my other friends.

Since Andy was reluctant to join me dancing, I began dancing by myself. I bit my lip and rolled my body to the beat of the song as the wine ran through my system. I closed my eyes and began dancing like I was the only one in the room. As I moved to the beat, my hands explored my own body. The song had taken over me within a matter of seconds. I managed to open my eyes and I looked over to Andy. She was biting her bottom lip as she squeezed her empty glass tightly with her hand. I giggled lightly as I swayed my way over to her. After taking the wine glass from her hand and sitting it down on the counter, I grabbed her hands. "Loosen up a little bit, handsome," I told her.

She gave me a small smirk before mumbling, "F-ck it." The music continued playing and I let go of Andy's hand as I continued to dance. She was reluctant but she began dancing as well. It was a simple sway, but it wasn't too bad. It was cute actually. I giggled at her and her cheeks flushed. "I told you I can't dance," she said quietly.

"No, you can. You just have to listen to the beat, stay on rhythm and not think so much. Don't think about your next move. Let the music take you. Let your body do what it wants," I instructed her. Dancing well just ran in my blood. I knew how to dance well naturally. My biological parents must've really knew how to move because my adopted parents couldn't dance without stumbling all over the place. They even clapped off beat. It pissed me off.

Andy took my advice and soon she was dancing with confidence. Song after song, we danced separately, doing geeky dances from the '90s, drinking wine and just having fun. Other than my friends, I hadn't had that much fun with someone in a while. It was funny watching Andy show off her goofy side. Once the wine got to us, our goofy little dances turned into something way more sensual. A slow Usher song came on, and I was rolling my hips, not really paying Andy any mind until I felt her press up against me. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my neck. "You're so f-cking sexy," she whispered.

My knees went weak and I turned to face her. Her blue eyes were intense and stormy. I got lost in them as she leaned in to attach her lips to mine. Those soft lips of hers brushed against mine longingly. Her hands met my hips and she pulled them towards her. I put my hands on her strong shoulders and I rubbed them. Kissing her was everything. It was like a dream. Those addicting lips of hers, I don't think I could ever get used to. I just couldn't have one. Her kisses came in sweet, sweet bundles. I loved how she kissed me like she cared, as if I was a precious gem.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed those champagne lips of hers as her hands moved past my hips. The kiss got more urgent and Andy began backing me towards the couch. My heart began racing wildly when her hands moved up my shirt and slid down my sides. I pulled away from the kiss and pulled my shirt above my head just to go back to her addicting kisses. Letting my shirt drop to the floor, I wrapped my arms around Andy's neck. A soft smile came upon her face as she pulled away shortly after. Her lips kissed along my shoulder blade and I bit my lower lip. "If I go too far, just tell me, darlin'," she whispered to me gently with her lips against my shoulder.

I really didn't care how far she went. Tonight was amazing before any of this and she deserved it. I wanted her to go as far as she wanted to with my body. "Go as far as you like," I ended up whispering back.

She took my hand softly. "We can't do the things I want to do with you in front of Snuggles," she joked lightly as she nodded her head over to the couch where my stuffed bear sat. I laughed and bit my lower lip as a smirk came on her face. "Come on." She led me up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Her bedroom was decorated like the rest of her home and it was tidy as well. It was a huge room with the biggest mounted television that I had ever seen in a house. I could see myself Netflix and chilling here often.

There wasn't much more talking or second guessing. Between kisses, we stripped each other of clothing until we remained in our underwear. Andy could honestly be an underwear model instead of a gangster. Her body was so perfect and fit that I couldn't keep my hands off of it. She kissed my neck as I clawed at her abs, rubbed my hands down her back, arms, chest and shoulders. Finally, Andy backed me towards the bed and I fell on top of it. I sat up and undid my bra before she climbed on top of me.

When she got on top, she took my bra off and threw it onto the floor. I was nearly all the way bare and I could tell by the desire in her eyes that she was loving it. She kissed down to my chest and cupped one my breasts in her hand. I took a deep breath as she massaged my breast and kissed her way to the other. My hands were stroking her hair at first but when she gently bit my sensitive nipple, I pulled it. She chuckled against the sensitive area as I tried to hold back a moan. Her tongue twirled around it before she sucked the bud into her mouth.

This time I moaned and she loved it. She moved her lips from my nipple and kissed around the skin of my breasts. I think she was trying to mark her territory by purposelessly leaving hickeys, but I wasn't even thinking about messing around with someone else. When she moved her way down, and her kisses met my stomach, I began feeling nervous for some reason. My stomach turned and I swallowed hard as her fingertips met the trim of my lace, red thong. Her lips kissed around my hips as she teasingly and slowly pulled down my panties.

Her phone was buzzing on the dresser but she didn't seem to mind it. Instead of looking towards it, she looked up towards me. We were eye to eye for a second and she grinned as she slowly moved her way up my body. I whined. Why was she coming back up here when I wanted her down there? She took my cheeks in her hands and kissed my lips. "I want you to beg me, Delaney," she told me. Now wasn't the time. I honestly was so horny. My p-ssy was nearly dripping and she wanted me to beg her.

"No," I told her simply and quite sharply.

She chuckled but then looked towards her phone that was repeatedly buzzing on the nightstand. I didn't want to beg but I also didn't want to risk her answering that phone and having to leave. So instead of begging, I pushed Andy off of me and climbed on top of her. She raised her eyebrows with surprise as I giggled mischievously. She tried to hide a grin by biting her bottom lip as I kissed my way down her body. I made sure to leave some hickeys on her abs to mark my territory just like she had did me.

She looked down at me lustfully when my fingers dipped into the sides of her boxers. "Beg me, Andy," I mocked her.

She clenched her jaw and sat up on her elbows. I didn't expect her to actually beg me, but she did. "I'm so f-cking horny, Delaney. Don't make me wait. Just give me some head, please, darlin'."

"So needy," I joked to hide how much that turned me on. I gladly pulled down her underwear. Positioning myself between her legs, I tossed my hair to the side and began rubbing her cl-t slowly. As my thumb massaged her cl-t, I used my other hand to slide in my index finger inside of her. A sharp breath came from Andy as I moved it slowly. I knew she really wanted head but I was drawing it out. Instead of giving her what she wanted off the bat, I prolonged it until she asked again.

"Give me head, please," she mumbled after a soft moan.

It was so adorable to see her vulnerable for once. So I gave her what she wanted. Without teasing her any longer, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and added another finger. I pushed my fingers deep as I toyed with her cl-t with my tongue. Andy shifted on the bed, and reached down to grab my hair. My free hand dug deep into her thighs as I sucked on her needy cl-t. She groaned, and moaned until she finally reached her climax. When she did, it was obvious. Her hips bucked up, her eyes closed shut and suddenly she got quiet. When I kissed back up to her lips, she was breathing heavily. My legs straddled her hips as I leaned down to kiss her plump, pink lips. She gave me a long and thankful kiss as her hands rested on my hips.

I took a deep breath, detaching my lips from hers. "It's your turn, darlin'. Ride me."

I've rode a few faces before but none of them were as gorgeous as Andy's and none of them made me cum as hard as Andy's. She knew how to pleasure my body. I didn't know if it was from experience or if we just sexually connected but the sex was outstanding. When I thought we were done, we went at it again. She would hold me, kiss me and say goodnight but then we were right back at it until we both finally fell asleep.

In the morning, the bright sun woke me up. I grumbled and covered my face with the sheets. I went to snuggle up towards Andy but I noticed she wasn't there. I frowned and slowly peeked from the covers. Andy was outside on the balcony. She looked like she was having a serious conversation as she smoked a joint. Unlike me, she was dressed in actual clothes and looked ready for the day. I loved sleeping in, which was my downfall since I wanted to be a doctor.

I sat up in the bed and Andy looked towards me from outside. She gave me a sweet smile even though she seemed upset and waved at me. I waved back before looking down at the floor where all of my clothes laid. The girls were going to ask me thousands of questions about what happened. I was getting turned on all over again thinking about what was done last night. Telling my friends about it seemed almost impossible.

A sliding glass door knocked me out of my thoughts. I looked towards it to see Andy walk in. She had finished not only her phone conversation but her joint as well. The smell of weed came in with her and it invaded my nostrils when she sat down on the bed. "Good morning," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her voice was still groggy.

"Morning. Everything okay," I asked, referencing the phone call.

"Not really. A drunken brawl happened at one of our clubhouses last night between our own members. Five dead. Five f-cking bodies. They're like f-cking kids. I don't understand. The family has really been taking a turn lately," she openly voiced. I could hear the worry in her voice. She loved her gang. It was obvious. "Of course, I have to go to make things right. Are you okay with staying here until I come back?"

"Can I come," I said without putting in much thought. I probably sounded clingy but I wanted to see what Andy's everyday life was like. I wanted to see just how much of a toll the life of a gangster was. If Andy and I were to ever become serious or even close friends, I needed to see what her life was about.

Andy was shocked by my sudden interest. Her brows furrowed as she gave me a cute, confused stare. It was probably crazy for me to want to go with her when she just told me her members killed five of their own. It took her a few moments before she answered. "Sure."

Andy called for the people at the clubhouse to clear the bodies before we showed up and she demanded for anyone who was present during the casualties to be there when she came. From the sound of her voice and the determination on her face, I could tell that she meant business.

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Do you think it's a good idea for Delaney to go with Andy?