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CLAUDIA PLANA

L ater that Night…

“Y’all two be safe now,” Karl said as he gave me and Kimmie hugs.

“Have fun and be safe!” My mom, Pamela said, hugging us both next.

“Y’all have fun too and thanks for dinner, daddy.” Kimmie beamed as she grabbed her to-go bag from the backset of her dad’s Jag.

My mom left with Karl since she rode with me and Kimmie is leaving with me since she was spending the night at my house. Tonight, we were going to what I liked to call a watered-down PnP, because it wasn’t your typical type of party and play. I was introduced to these types of parties my senior year of high school and I’ve been hooked ever since.

I’m a very free-spirited person and I love self-expression and environments where you can be yourself without judgment and that’s what those parties were for me. There were plenty drugs, drinks, and people to hook up with and what I loved about it was anything done at those parties for the most part stayed at those parties.

“As much as I love them both, I couldn’t wait to leave so we can go get dressed.” I beamed, as Kimmie and I walked to get my car from the valet.

“I’m looking forward to letting my hair down and having some fun too,” Kimmie responded.

“I’m looking forward to meeting my new boo.”

“Girrrll-lah,” Kimmie dragged out girl trying to be funny, “you and this boo stuff.”

“Watch, I manifested me a man, sis. I been told you I can tell you what you need to get so you can manifest you one too,” I rebutted.

“I’m good, you got it. You have a pretty good judge of character, even when you blasted, so hell, you just might be able to find a needle in a haystack.”

We both started laughing as I took off down Michigan Avenue in route to my condo. Take Me Away by Keyshia Cole was blasting on the speakers as Kimmie and I sang along to the lyrics. It was a cute lil bop that I couldn’t wait to sing to my new man.

I glanced over at Kimmie as she sang damn near as good as Keyshia Cole and smiled. My life was just about perfect the only thing missing was a man to share my life with. I wanted a man not because I needed one but because I wanted one. I was in love with love and had a lot to give.

Unlike Kimmie, my mom and Karl, I wanted to find a special someone to share my life with. The only man that had ever broke my heart was my dad when he died, but when my mom started messing around with Karl, he came into my life and became the father figure I no longer had. My dad left me and my mom very well off financially. In fact, that was the reason why my mom said she didn’t want to remarry. So when my mom told me about Kimmie and how she was going to be moving with her dad I was actually looking forward to meeting her, but she didn’t care for me at first. My mom used to tell me to just be patient with Kimmie because she had gone through some things in her life that I never had to experience.

I’m glad that I listened and was patient because now she was the sibling that I always wanted. I adored Kimmie and I actually looked up to her a lot because she was way stronger than I am when it comes to navigating life. It could still be a struggle at times to get Kimmie to open up, but for the most part, we talk about just about everything. Just like now, I knew today was a hard one for her cause hell, I couldn’t imagine not having my mom in my life or her passing away like her mom did. That was why I made plans for us to hang out, party and get lit, she most definitely needed it.

It took no time for us to get ready and one thing we did was clean up real well. I know I was looking cute in the tight, all-white, backless halter romper. It was sleeveless and as short as a pair of boy shorts. My outfit was sexy, but Kimmie ate her look all the way up.

“Damn! See that’s why I want to get a BBL. The way yo booty set up got me ready to dip in the lady pond. Sis, you look the fuck good.” I complimented and hyped Kimmie up as she sashayed in front of my floor length mirror in the living room.

She was rocking an all-black, sleeveless, all lace, V-neck romper that was just as short as mine. But what took her look to the bedroom level was her chocolate nipples on display and the black thong that showcased her ass perfectly. Kimmie was shaped just like the rapper Kash Doll and she kind of looked like her too, whereas I was shaped and looked like Bernice Burgos. Even though I had a cute lil booty, my shit was no match to watch Kimmie was working with.

Before we left, we took a couple of shots of Reposado, ate a few edibles then left out. As we pulled up to 311 Wacker, I pulled into the parking garage then drove around until I found a spot that was close to the elevators then we headed inside. The party was in the penthouse suite on the 65 th floor facing Lake Michigan.

“Baby, this penthouse putting my new lil condo to shame. Now this my type of shit!” Kimmie cooed, as we walked throughout the party to get a vibe on who all were there.

When you looked out the floor to ceiling windows, one wall faced the lake, and the other side faced downtown. I had yet to travel the world, but one thing I knew was not many cities could touch the Chicago skyline. It was a sight to behold, especially at night; if you know you know.

Loud house music was playing, another Chitown staple, and plenty of alcohol and all types of drugs were in rotation.

We liked to avoid the area where the powder heads and the hardcore drug users got down and danced our way to the weed section where bongs and hookahs filled with the strong zah that stayed in rotation. The party was thrown by Julian Maxwell. His dad was a retired Bears player and ion know what else his family did, but they were sitting on some money. I met Julian when he brought his mom’s dog to me to get groomed. I wasn’t just a groomer; I was what you would call a grooming artist. My mom wanted me to be a lawyer but being a creative person, I had a passion for animals and art, so I combined the two and started my grooming salon. Right now, I was still forced to have to work out of my condo until I found the right space to purchase for my salon.

“Hey, Julien!”

“Hey, baby!” Julian’s sweet ass smiled. “I’m so glad you made it.”

Julian shared with me that he was bisexual, he loved to be with both men and women at the same time which was why he started having “sex” parties.

“I told you I wasn’t gon’ miss it.”

“Who this stallion you got with you?”

“Kimmie, this is Julian, and Julian, this my sister Kimmie I always be talking about.”

“It’s always a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman.” Julian smiled at Kimmie then kissed the back of her hand.

“Not too heavy on my sis,” I giggled.

Kimmie was feeling herself, dancing and swaying to the music, as Julian walked with us over to the open bar. After we got our drinks, we copped some of the Zah and a hookah then set up at a table off to the side while we began to party and have fun.

We were young, beautiful, and living our entire best fucking lives.