Chapter 2: Tracy's Lust
Michael poured Franklin and him a shot glass full of whiskey, they made a toast "To success!" Michael said as he raised his glass. Franklin raised his glass "I heard that!" he replied. Him and Michael drank the first shot. Michael lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. "So how are enjoying the highlife?" he asked Franklin. "Shit man, I can get used to this. It feels good waking up knowing I'm set. I mever have to hustle for a dime anymore. To be honest Mike, it feels great." Franklin replied as he opened a bottle of beer. "So how's the family?" Franklin asked. "Ah Hell it's going good. Michael replied. "My wife's become faithful, my kids respect me more. My job as a producer make us feel closer, like I'm legitimate for once. Me and Amanda quit arguing, that's a plus." Michael took a drink of his beer. "Good, glas to hear it. It's too bad Trevor ain't got stability. He needs to get his shit together." Franklin said.
"Trevor will do what Trevor wants to do, you can't make him think right. As long as he's satisfied the Hell with it. Michael put his cigarette out in the ashtray, and poured 2 more shots. He and Franklin turned the glasses up. The liquor went down like spring water, they both sat their glasses dowm and took another drink of beer. Franklin was peering out of the corner of his eye out the backdoor at Tracy, he couldn't help it. He had eyes on Tracy since they met, but he wouldn't go near her or hit on her because of Michael. He considered Michael a great friend and didn't want to jeopardize that.
Tracy looked back into the door at Franklin. She would be lying if she didn't admit she found Franklin attractive. His muscles, tattoos, and take no shit attitude. Thinking of him made her hot and wet, she slowly got up and walked to the kitchen, she walked into the door, and toward the fridge to grab a drink. She shook her perfect round but small ass while walking by Franklin, it did not escape his notice. She grabbed her drink, and headed upstairs. When she got to her room, she placed her bottle of pop on the dresser, the sat down on the bed. Thinking of Franklin, she started rubbing her pussy. She was wet almost dripping, the pulled off her bikini bottoms, and slowly inserted her finger. As she started rubbing her clit she started moaning. Franklin never left her mind. She then put her fingers inside fingering herself, "ehhhh" she moaned as she was going in and out of her pussy, she can feel herself getting close to coming, she took her other hand and started squeezing her tits. "Oh fuck" she softly moaned, she started moving her hips in rhythm to get fingers going in and out. "Oh fuck" she moaned even louder. She sped up her rhythm. "Ohhh yesssss" she shouted as she came.
Meanwhile downstairs, Michael and Frank were blasting Phil Collins on the boombox, half the fifth was gone and they had already drank 10 beers apiece, "Hell yeah turn it up!" Michael shouted. "That's the shit I'm talking about!" Franklin then added. They chugged another beer, and took another shot. "You know, next time we go party we need to go to T's place Frank. We'd find you a girl fast in that titty bar." Michael said "Sounds good man, but I've had about every bitch in there." Franklin replied. "Shit man, don't worry we'll find you a girl….look man it's late, if you need a place to crash my couch is open for you, but I'm heading to bed man." Said Michael as he took another shot "Ok Mike have a good one." Franklin replied. Michael walked upstairs and went straight to his room Tracy walked downstairs as soon as she heard Michael's bedroom door shut.