Welcome to Candi and J’s romantic saga where you will be titillated with their love and drama. This is my first time sharing my work of fiction, I hope you enjoy it.

“Coño, it’s so fucking hot!” 

Candi pushes her curly locks away from her face, wiping beads of salty sweat from her forehead and perfectly slicked-back baby hair. She pulls at her graphic tee in a swift back and forth motion, fanning herself to find relief from the NYC summer heat. A drop of sweat trails down her neck and crawls down to her cleavage. It nestles in between her large breasts. She grabs her smartphone and swipes up, landing on the weather app. 

“102 degrees? Oh hell no I’m not hopping on a train!” 

Candi begins texting her best friend, Yo, and braces for the disappointment that will follow when she cancels their plans. Yo, who lives in Manhattan, loves to hang; Candi has been homebound in the ‘burbs of Long Island since becoming a mom to her baby girl, Ava. They’re supposed to hit “da club,” as Yo claimed, but Candi can’t bring herself to hop on a NYC subway to walk into “da club” dripping.

“Hey, Yo,” Candi texts, “bad - 

Her iPhone sings in her hand and Candi jumps back, dropping it in the process. She hadn’t heard that ringtone in over three years. 

“Devorame otra vez, devorame otra vez…”

Candi, the sweat now pooling in her breasts, approaches her cell. She cautiously picks it up off the floor with clammy hands. The song stops. The phone beeps. Swipe up. 

J: Hey you. 

“J,” she whispers. 

Candi’s tee is now drenched in sweat now thanks to J’s unexpected message. The outline of her breasts are visible. Her dark nipples point at attention, aroused by the name on her screen as she remembers their last kiss. She knows she’s trouble. And all she can do is stare at his name - graphic tee and vaginal juices dripping - and say, “Coño.”