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Losing My Jersey Girl
Late For Our Date
Taylor is resting her pretty little head on my shoulder when the realization hits me. The Jersey Girl. I spring from our cuddle position, slip on my clothes and return to my sexy fan.
“Boo, I’m gonna need to take your car to the apartment to pick up a few things,” I whisper.
Her eyes were barely open. “Kiss me Boo.” She said.
I reach down and gently kiss her. When we kiss, it’s as if our lips melt into each other. She is so warm; I want to jump back under the covers with her, but refrain. I’m late for a date with My Jersey Girl.
“Hurry back, baby. My keys are in my purse. Take some cash in case you need gas.”
“Thank you, baby.”
I look in her purse, take the keys, and check her wallet. Tay has a $100 bill and a $20 bill. I leave the twenty, jump in her convertible, and head to the Zoo.
It’s only been a couple hours since we left Littlejohn Coliseum after the game. Taylor kidnapped me, we dropped some X and had mind blowing sex in a hotel room. I’m not that late…
