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It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon, the sun beaming down, the wind almost nonexistent, just a lazy day. I hated to get up, but I needed groceries bad, as the fridge was about bare.
I dragged myself from bed and took a quick hot shower, which woke me up and sharpened my senses as well. I threw on some hoop shorts and my Piston's jersey, my Nike flip flops and headed out the door.
I jumped in the ride and headed to the store. It was busy, all the parking spots filled, so I had to drive around a bit before resigning myself to the fact that there were no spots close to the entrance.
As I'm backing into a spot, she passes by the car; she was wearing one of those dresses that had the snug fit up top, but cascaded loosely like a curtain from the waist down in layers with the points in the back and front, but overlaps on the sides. She gave me a passing glance as she sauntered by.
I told my dick, "down boy" as I giggled to myself and waited until she was a few cars away before getting out of the car.
I then spied her as I slowly walked behind her. I watched as her hips provocatively swayed, her legs slightly bowed and nicely toned, especially her calves.
Her skin, the color of rich caramel and seemingly flawless, and her hair, neatly coiffed like Anita Baker.
I slowed more as I approached the store's entrance, taking in her beauty. I spied her left hand, (a must) and saw no ring of any kind, in fact the only jewelry she wore was an anklet, emblazoned with various trinkets and symbols.
As she entered the store, the backdrop lighting silhouetted her body; damn I thought, no slip as I took in the outline of her hips and thighs.
I watched in amusement as several men stared and women turned up the noses as she passed.
She seemed to be in her own little world, totally oblivious to her surroundings as she pushed her cart. I know that she knew how good she was looking, but then is that her fault? She continued on nonchalantly through the aisles, with her shopping.
Our paths crossed several times and each time our eyes me but neither of us said anything, but she was stunning, with slanted almond shaped eyes, and small button nose and full sexy lips. I did my best not to stare as I could see that she was getting enough attention, and didn't seem to be acknowledging any of it.
She must be either taken, or a little stuck on herself, I thought to myself as I observed her. Either way, it's not my M.O. to sweat women too much, so I just carried on doing my own shopping as well.
We ended up meeting again in the produce section,as I was inspecting oranges, she smiled at me; you know what you're doing bruh man?
"Indeed I do Mz. Lady."
She smiled again, "so what are you doing?"
"Well judging by the green around the stems, I looks like I'm not buying any of these oranges."
Really, what does that signify? she asked.
"Well, it means they were picked prematurely and sprayed with chemicals to ripen as they were transported here".
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they aren't very sweet."
"Eew, I hate it when you buy oranges that look so good, but end up bitter and sour tasting... so how do you know this?"
"From spending time in Cali, I replied, you can tell when they're tree ripened or rushed to market."
"Okay, she smiled, thanks for that little enlightenment."
"Any time, I smiled even as I was thinking, damn she is fine.
She glanced down at my hand, so you're single."
"As are you" I smiled back, as I noticed that she was either braless or she had some very prominent nipples, but then we were in produce, so maybe she was simply a little chilly. I bashfully averted my eyes.
But it wasn't lost on her what I'd been looking at. "So you come here often?" she asked.
I frowned at her, "really, that your best offering?"
She laughed, "oh listen at you, and no it ain't."
Wow, I thought, no she didn't...
"What, she asked, before it dawned on her what it must have sounded like, oh my goodness no."
I laughed as she realized how it sounded too.
Then she pivoted the conversation: I noticed you weren't all up in mine, like practically every other dude in here... are you gay?"
I cringed, "does a fella have to be gay to have respect for a lady?"
"Of course not, she apologetically offered, I just assumed..."
"Oh, you know you're super fine, so if a bruh ain't sweatin' you, then he must be gay right?"
"Well, she shrugged, that's usually the case."
"Well, I offered, there's nothing usual about me."
"Oh really, and what's that mean?"
"It means just what I said, I'm not the typical bruh as you call them."
"So are you some devout christian?"
"Not at all, and quit trying to make me fit in some prescribed little box, because I don't fit."
She raised her brows, "is that so...hmm interesting."
"Indeed."
Despite her beauty, I was quickly growing tired of the small talk, and I'm sure it was written all over my face.
"Why the attitude?" she asked.
"Oh no attitude, I simply have things to do."
"Oh, I see, she said in a deflated voice, so I'm a wast of time?"
"You said it, not me."
"So just what are you saying?" she asked, now somewhat annoyed.
"I'm saying give me your number or something, and I'll get back with you when I have time."
"Oh, I see you're a slick one; the old passive aggressive scheme?"
I sighed, "have a nice day, ma'am" as I went on my way.
Not bothering to look back, I was sure this had the desired effect, as she stood with hands on hips, looking flustered.
in all actuality,it wasn't my thing to trip on a beautiful woman; lord only knows how many headaches I'd encountered because of how pretty a woman was... now I'd be the last person in the world to turn down some pussy from a woman like her, but then I wasn't the last person, so this issue was moot.
I completed my shopping and was in the check out line when our paths crossed again... this time, she gave me a puzzled look as our eyes met, but said nothing.
Yeah, I'd like nothing more than to bend her over this counter and put it to her but good, I thought, but that probably was not going to happen so I went about my way.
As I paid the cashier and was on my way out the store, she walked up beside me; "man what is your story?"
"I don't have a story Missy, I just happen to like more than"just a pretty face."
"Really?"
"Really indeed, and I don't fall for every one that I see either."
"Well that's good to know."
As we approached my car, I left my cart: " would you allow me to assist you?" I asked as I accompanied her to her car.
She frowned slightly, "you certainly can."
"Wow, she remarked, and a gentleman to boot."
She stood back as I loaded her groceries into her car, "there you go Missy"
"Why do you insist on calling me that?"
"Because I didn't get your name."
"Well you didn't ask."
"And you didn't offer either."
She shook her head, "man why are we playing these games?"
"That's a good question, so what is it?"
"It's Yolanda, and yours is?"
"Desmond, but just call me Dez."
"Well, I would but I don't have your number."
Damn, I thought, big b*o was right, just pique their interests, and watch them come to you..."don't ever chase pussy boy, he'd say let it come to you."
I gave her the digits and bid her ado.
Back home with groceries put away and relaxing on the sofa, visions of Yolanda danced through my mind;I wondered if she was this drama queen, or as crazy as a three dollar bill?
I wouldn't have to wait long to find out as she called me before I could make my thoughts a phrase.
Hello?
"Hey Dez, what's good?" her voice sound upbeat and musical.
"Oh, I'm just chillin'"
"Really, I thought you were supposed to be so busy."
"Not really, I just hate small talk."
"Oh really, then what should we discuss?"
I could hear the exasperation in her voice, "perhaps we could have dinner, or meet somewhere and get better acquainted."
"So this was all a ploy to get into my pants?"
"Not at all, I replied, but if you think every dinner or date that you go on is simply a prelude to getting into your pants, well, I'm sorry to hear that, good day, Yolanda."
"Wait a minute, you ain't about to just dismiss me like this."
"But I thought I'd offended your sensibilities."
"Man what do you want from me?"
As I sensed her attitude, I decided that she too was just another pretty drama queen with a lotta baggage... "look, I'm not trying to fall in love and start up anything deep or enduring, I'm just a single fun loving brotha that doesn't do drama."
"So you just wanna hit it and quit it?"
"Frankly my dear, if you can't keep my interests past the bedroom, the chances of you even making it there aren't the best."
"Oh so you're head game is that thorough."
I knew what she meant but her putting it like that made me chuckle.
"Oh, no that didn't come out right", she corrected.
I know what you meant, I said, still laughing.
"So when you wanna meet"
"Okay listen, if and when we do meet, I don't want to have any unrealistic expectations."
I could see that she wouldn't be the tough conquest as I'd once figured but the question is, would she be worth the trouble, or a better word, the challenge?
Let's make it a date for next weekend, I replied.
"Well, she replied, what are you doing right now that we couldn't do something?"
Damn, she was more aggressive than I'd expected, "not a damned thing, I answered."
"Okay, so your place or mine?"
I definitely didn't want this on my home plate, so I quickly replied, "my place is a mess, let's do yours."
She paused..."you know, somehow I knew you'd say that."
Shit I live in Dearborn Heights off I-94 a midst a bunch of Chaldean and it was difficult enough just landing the house, so I wasn't about to let some hoodrat be the reason I'd drawn the ire of my neighbors. She gave me directions to her crib; damn Detroit, the east side at that, now I'd have to worry about being jacked, or robbed, but then I was from the hood, so what was I worried about?
I hung up the phone with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if I knew that if I hit this, I wouldn't be able to just walk away.
The question I'd asked myself a thousand times, is was she worth it? It was obvious that she was not as sophisticated as she made herself out to be, but then pussy is pussy, the rest be damned.
I quickly pulled on off, got cleaned up and headed out the door...Dipping onto I-94 and darted over to 75 and down to the 375 eventually getting off on Charleviox, damn I hadn't down this way in years and it still hadn't changed much.
Turning onto Beals St. I lamented that maybe if more of us had stayed behind, the city wouldn't be in such decline, in truth, it's never really recovered from the riots of the 60's...anyhoo, I crept down the Beals and spied her crib; well, at least her crib ain't too bad, I pulled over to the curbs and took a quick look up and down the street, scanning for any sign of trouble.
Look at you man, you watch too much news, I told myself, why would you be afraid of your own people? (I still got out of my car and scanned before heading up to her crib)... mamma ain't raise no fool.
She opened the door and ushered me in before I could knock, "hey baby, glad you could find the house." she said as I entered.
Hmm, I thought, not bad at all; her home was decorated in contemporary styling and it smelled fresh and clean too.
"It's not much, but its mine," she offered.
"Don't be silly, its gorgeous...just like you."
"Awe that's sweet, she smiled, come in a take a load off."
"Funny, I thought, I already did, but smiled at her habit of using terms that could easily be interpreted as sexual innuendos.
She still had on that dress, but no shoes and her feet, were pretty, and finely manicured.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water thank you, I don't drink."
"Oh, are you a health nut, or is this too early for a drink?"
No, I don't drink at all."
"Okay said smiled again as she made her way to the kitchen, her ass jiggling invitingly all the way.
She brought back a bottle of Evian and sat across from me in a chair and crossed her legs.
Mmm.. she had an organic scent to her, no perfumes or powders.."what is that you're wearing?" I inquired.
"Oh that's just me, I don't like wearing all that stuff, it just masks your normal scents... do you like it?"
I inhaled, yes, it's very appealing, different, but very appealing."
"Well, we're kinda alike in that regard, see I too refuse to be categorized."
Then she quickly switched gears on me; "so what do you like in a woman?"
I was thinking, "in a woman like you, my tongue and my dick, but I just smiled... I just like for a woman to be comfortable in her own skin."
"So I take it you like my skin then.."
"Well, I like the way it looks, but to truly like it, wouldn't I have to try it first?"
She again smiled, "good head game indeed" she mused, and a very good answer."
"So, did you bring condoms?"
I almost choked on my water, as she smiled devilishly at me.
"Uhh, no I didn't, I thought that would be a bit presumptuous."
"Again, she mocked, a very good answer."...she giggled at me as I coughed and attempted to clear my airways.
"Surely you didn't think I invited you over to play checkers, did you?"
"No worries though, it's my home, and I always keep a healthy supply...after all, you never know what might jump off right?"
She leaned forward, with elbows on her knees and propped her face in her hands; "I like that fact that you let me come to you, and even though I know you're all about the coochie, I'm good with it, because I'm just as much about the dick."
Her matter of fact style was refreshing and the fact that she was so comfortable in her own sexuality, all the more.
"So, do you think that makes me a whore?"
"Quite frankly, Yolanda, I find you to be anything but that... after all the posturing, and the empty gestures made, in the end, it all boils down to sex, it's too bad so many people are stuck on societal taboos and social moors about what's right and wrong, it only adds to the tensions between the genders, and lends to too much gamesmanship."
Again she smiled; "you know, I went to Catholic schools all my life and I saw so much hypocrisy, that it put me off from religion. I've seen so many priests and nuns giving each other and some students the "eye" that it made me wonder what they even believed in... I swore that when I got out on my own, I'd do whatever I wanted, consciously of course, but not with some "eye in the sky watching me" mantra, that's so silly to me."
Hmph, I thought to myself, I had her pegged all wrong, this chick is simplistically deep, if that makes any sense...
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving me a brief glimpse up her dress, "so do you want to play this cat and mouse game any longer or should we get on to what you came here for?"
She stood and defiantly placed her hands on her hips, looking my in the eyes..."I hope your head game is all that you say it is..."
Okay, now I knew this wasn't just a pun, but she was literally challenging me..."Well, as Jesse would say, "Keep hope alive."
She burst out in laughter, "oh my and a sense of humor too."
And with that she walked over and sat on my lap, and with a straight face but a subtle smile, she whispered,"my pussy is aching and soaking wet, the shit has been running down my legs ever since you got here."
As she ground her butt on my lap for emphasis, her smile faded as she leaned over and kissed my forehead, tracing a line down my face with her tongue, lightly kissing my cheeks, nose and eventually, the corner of my mouth...
She exhaled deeply as she gently placed one finger on my forehead and pressed my face back, as she softly bit my lips.
I thought, Okay this might take a while as my hands gently stroked her thigh, up to her hips, waist and to the small of her back.
She shuddered as I traced a slow figure eight along her back and to her shoulder blades and neck...
Ooh, she moaned into my mouth as her tongue darted in and out, "I see you know the way."
Having read numerous books on massages as well as being thoroughly versed in the Kama Sutra, I knew the best way to prepare a woman for sex was by not touching any erogenous zones, thereby transforming her entire body into one big erogenous zone.
"Oh shit, she squirmed in my lap, you gon' make me wet my dress up."
"Well, maybe you should take it off then."
I dragged myself from bed and took a quick hot shower, which woke me up and sharpened my senses as well. I threw on some hoop shorts and my Piston's jersey, my Nike flip flops and headed out the door.
I jumped in the ride and headed to the store. It was busy, all the parking spots filled, so I had to drive around a bit before resigning myself to the fact that there were no spots close to the entrance.
As I'm backing into a spot, she passes by the car; she was wearing one of those dresses that had the snug fit up top, but cascaded loosely like a curtain from the waist down in layers with the points in the back and front, but overlaps on the sides. She gave me a passing glance as she sauntered by.
I told my dick, "down boy" as I giggled to myself and waited until she was a few cars away before getting out of the car.
I then spied her as I slowly walked behind her. I watched as her hips provocatively swayed, her legs slightly bowed and nicely toned, especially her calves.
Her skin, the color of rich caramel and seemingly flawless, and her hair, neatly coiffed like Anita Baker.
I slowed more as I approached the store's entrance, taking in her beauty. I spied her left hand, (a must) and saw no ring of any kind, in fact the only jewelry she wore was an anklet, emblazoned with various trinkets and symbols.
As she entered the store, the backdrop lighting silhouetted her body; damn I thought, no slip as I took in the outline of her hips and thighs.
I watched in amusement as several men stared and women turned up the noses as she passed.
She seemed to be in her own little world, totally oblivious to her surroundings as she pushed her cart. I know that she knew how good she was looking, but then is that her fault? She continued on nonchalantly through the aisles, with her shopping.
Our paths crossed several times and each time our eyes me but neither of us said anything, but she was stunning, with slanted almond shaped eyes, and small button nose and full sexy lips. I did my best not to stare as I could see that she was getting enough attention, and didn't seem to be acknowledging any of it.
She must be either taken, or a little stuck on herself, I thought to myself as I observed her. Either way, it's not my M.O. to sweat women too much, so I just carried on doing my own shopping as well.
We ended up meeting again in the produce section,as I was inspecting oranges, she smiled at me; you know what you're doing bruh man?
"Indeed I do Mz. Lady."
She smiled again, "so what are you doing?"
"Well judging by the green around the stems, I looks like I'm not buying any of these oranges."
Really, what does that signify? she asked.
"Well, it means they were picked prematurely and sprayed with chemicals to ripen as they were transported here".
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they aren't very sweet."
"Eew, I hate it when you buy oranges that look so good, but end up bitter and sour tasting... so how do you know this?"
"From spending time in Cali, I replied, you can tell when they're tree ripened or rushed to market."
"Okay, she smiled, thanks for that little enlightenment."
"Any time, I smiled even as I was thinking, damn she is fine.
She glanced down at my hand, so you're single."
"As are you" I smiled back, as I noticed that she was either braless or she had some very prominent nipples, but then we were in produce, so maybe she was simply a little chilly. I bashfully averted my eyes.
But it wasn't lost on her what I'd been looking at. "So you come here often?" she asked.
I frowned at her, "really, that your best offering?"
She laughed, "oh listen at you, and no it ain't."
Wow, I thought, no she didn't...
"What, she asked, before it dawned on her what it must have sounded like, oh my goodness no."
I laughed as she realized how it sounded too.
Then she pivoted the conversation: I noticed you weren't all up in mine, like practically every other dude in here... are you gay?"
I cringed, "does a fella have to be gay to have respect for a lady?"
"Of course not, she apologetically offered, I just assumed..."
"Oh, you know you're super fine, so if a bruh ain't sweatin' you, then he must be gay right?"
"Well, she shrugged, that's usually the case."
"Well, I offered, there's nothing usual about me."
"Oh really, and what's that mean?"
"It means just what I said, I'm not the typical bruh as you call them."
"So are you some devout christian?"
"Not at all, and quit trying to make me fit in some prescribed little box, because I don't fit."
She raised her brows, "is that so...hmm interesting."
"Indeed."
Despite her beauty, I was quickly growing tired of the small talk, and I'm sure it was written all over my face.
"Why the attitude?" she asked.
"Oh no attitude, I simply have things to do."
"Oh, I see, she said in a deflated voice, so I'm a wast of time?"
"You said it, not me."
"So just what are you saying?" she asked, now somewhat annoyed.
"I'm saying give me your number or something, and I'll get back with you when I have time."
"Oh, I see you're a slick one; the old passive aggressive scheme?"
I sighed, "have a nice day, ma'am" as I went on my way.
Not bothering to look back, I was sure this had the desired effect, as she stood with hands on hips, looking flustered.
in all actuality,it wasn't my thing to trip on a beautiful woman; lord only knows how many headaches I'd encountered because of how pretty a woman was... now I'd be the last person in the world to turn down some pussy from a woman like her, but then I wasn't the last person, so this issue was moot.
I completed my shopping and was in the check out line when our paths crossed again... this time, she gave me a puzzled look as our eyes met, but said nothing.
Yeah, I'd like nothing more than to bend her over this counter and put it to her but good, I thought, but that probably was not going to happen so I went about my way.
As I paid the cashier and was on my way out the store, she walked up beside me; "man what is your story?"
"I don't have a story Missy, I just happen to like more than"just a pretty face."
"Really?"
"Really indeed, and I don't fall for every one that I see either."
"Well that's good to know."
As we approached my car, I left my cart: " would you allow me to assist you?" I asked as I accompanied her to her car.
She frowned slightly, "you certainly can."
"Wow, she remarked, and a gentleman to boot."
She stood back as I loaded her groceries into her car, "there you go Missy"
"Why do you insist on calling me that?"
"Because I didn't get your name."
"Well you didn't ask."
"And you didn't offer either."
She shook her head, "man why are we playing these games?"
"That's a good question, so what is it?"
"It's Yolanda, and yours is?"
"Desmond, but just call me Dez."
"Well, I would but I don't have your number."
Damn, I thought, big b*o was right, just pique their interests, and watch them come to you..."don't ever chase pussy boy, he'd say let it come to you."
I gave her the digits and bid her ado.
Back home with groceries put away and relaxing on the sofa, visions of Yolanda danced through my mind;I wondered if she was this drama queen, or as crazy as a three dollar bill?
I wouldn't have to wait long to find out as she called me before I could make my thoughts a phrase.
Hello?
"Hey Dez, what's good?" her voice sound upbeat and musical.
"Oh, I'm just chillin'"
"Really, I thought you were supposed to be so busy."
"Not really, I just hate small talk."
"Oh really, then what should we discuss?"
I could hear the exasperation in her voice, "perhaps we could have dinner, or meet somewhere and get better acquainted."
"So this was all a ploy to get into my pants?"
"Not at all, I replied, but if you think every dinner or date that you go on is simply a prelude to getting into your pants, well, I'm sorry to hear that, good day, Yolanda."
"Wait a minute, you ain't about to just dismiss me like this."
"But I thought I'd offended your sensibilities."
"Man what do you want from me?"
As I sensed her attitude, I decided that she too was just another pretty drama queen with a lotta baggage... "look, I'm not trying to fall in love and start up anything deep or enduring, I'm just a single fun loving brotha that doesn't do drama."
"So you just wanna hit it and quit it?"
"Frankly my dear, if you can't keep my interests past the bedroom, the chances of you even making it there aren't the best."
"Oh so you're head game is that thorough."
I knew what she meant but her putting it like that made me chuckle.
"Oh, no that didn't come out right", she corrected.
I know what you meant, I said, still laughing.
"So when you wanna meet"
"Okay listen, if and when we do meet, I don't want to have any unrealistic expectations."
I could see that she wouldn't be the tough conquest as I'd once figured but the question is, would she be worth the trouble, or a better word, the challenge?
Let's make it a date for next weekend, I replied.
"Well, she replied, what are you doing right now that we couldn't do something?"
Damn, she was more aggressive than I'd expected, "not a damned thing, I answered."
"Okay, so your place or mine?"
I definitely didn't want this on my home plate, so I quickly replied, "my place is a mess, let's do yours."
She paused..."you know, somehow I knew you'd say that."
Shit I live in Dearborn Heights off I-94 a midst a bunch of Chaldean and it was difficult enough just landing the house, so I wasn't about to let some hoodrat be the reason I'd drawn the ire of my neighbors. She gave me directions to her crib; damn Detroit, the east side at that, now I'd have to worry about being jacked, or robbed, but then I was from the hood, so what was I worried about?
I hung up the phone with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if I knew that if I hit this, I wouldn't be able to just walk away.
The question I'd asked myself a thousand times, is was she worth it? It was obvious that she was not as sophisticated as she made herself out to be, but then pussy is pussy, the rest be damned.
I quickly pulled on off, got cleaned up and headed out the door...Dipping onto I-94 and darted over to 75 and down to the 375 eventually getting off on Charleviox, damn I hadn't down this way in years and it still hadn't changed much.
Turning onto Beals St. I lamented that maybe if more of us had stayed behind, the city wouldn't be in such decline, in truth, it's never really recovered from the riots of the 60's...anyhoo, I crept down the Beals and spied her crib; well, at least her crib ain't too bad, I pulled over to the curbs and took a quick look up and down the street, scanning for any sign of trouble.
Look at you man, you watch too much news, I told myself, why would you be afraid of your own people? (I still got out of my car and scanned before heading up to her crib)... mamma ain't raise no fool.
She opened the door and ushered me in before I could knock, "hey baby, glad you could find the house." she said as I entered.
Hmm, I thought, not bad at all; her home was decorated in contemporary styling and it smelled fresh and clean too.
"It's not much, but its mine," she offered.
"Don't be silly, its gorgeous...just like you."
"Awe that's sweet, she smiled, come in a take a load off."
"Funny, I thought, I already did, but smiled at her habit of using terms that could easily be interpreted as sexual innuendos.
She still had on that dress, but no shoes and her feet, were pretty, and finely manicured.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water thank you, I don't drink."
"Oh, are you a health nut, or is this too early for a drink?"
No, I don't drink at all."
"Okay said smiled again as she made her way to the kitchen, her ass jiggling invitingly all the way.
She brought back a bottle of Evian and sat across from me in a chair and crossed her legs.
Mmm.. she had an organic scent to her, no perfumes or powders.."what is that you're wearing?" I inquired.
"Oh that's just me, I don't like wearing all that stuff, it just masks your normal scents... do you like it?"
I inhaled, yes, it's very appealing, different, but very appealing."
"Well, we're kinda alike in that regard, see I too refuse to be categorized."
Then she quickly switched gears on me; "so what do you like in a woman?"
I was thinking, "in a woman like you, my tongue and my dick, but I just smiled... I just like for a woman to be comfortable in her own skin."
"So I take it you like my skin then.."
"Well, I like the way it looks, but to truly like it, wouldn't I have to try it first?"
She again smiled, "good head game indeed" she mused, and a very good answer."
"So, did you bring condoms?"
I almost choked on my water, as she smiled devilishly at me.
"Uhh, no I didn't, I thought that would be a bit presumptuous."
"Again, she mocked, a very good answer."...she giggled at me as I coughed and attempted to clear my airways.
"Surely you didn't think I invited you over to play checkers, did you?"
"No worries though, it's my home, and I always keep a healthy supply...after all, you never know what might jump off right?"
She leaned forward, with elbows on her knees and propped her face in her hands; "I like that fact that you let me come to you, and even though I know you're all about the coochie, I'm good with it, because I'm just as much about the dick."
Her matter of fact style was refreshing and the fact that she was so comfortable in her own sexuality, all the more.
"So, do you think that makes me a whore?"
"Quite frankly, Yolanda, I find you to be anything but that... after all the posturing, and the empty gestures made, in the end, it all boils down to sex, it's too bad so many people are stuck on societal taboos and social moors about what's right and wrong, it only adds to the tensions between the genders, and lends to too much gamesmanship."
Again she smiled; "you know, I went to Catholic schools all my life and I saw so much hypocrisy, that it put me off from religion. I've seen so many priests and nuns giving each other and some students the "eye" that it made me wonder what they even believed in... I swore that when I got out on my own, I'd do whatever I wanted, consciously of course, but not with some "eye in the sky watching me" mantra, that's so silly to me."
Hmph, I thought to myself, I had her pegged all wrong, this chick is simplistically deep, if that makes any sense...
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving me a brief glimpse up her dress, "so do you want to play this cat and mouse game any longer or should we get on to what you came here for?"
She stood and defiantly placed her hands on her hips, looking my in the eyes..."I hope your head game is all that you say it is..."
Okay, now I knew this wasn't just a pun, but she was literally challenging me..."Well, as Jesse would say, "Keep hope alive."
She burst out in laughter, "oh my and a sense of humor too."
And with that she walked over and sat on my lap, and with a straight face but a subtle smile, she whispered,"my pussy is aching and soaking wet, the shit has been running down my legs ever since you got here."
As she ground her butt on my lap for emphasis, her smile faded as she leaned over and kissed my forehead, tracing a line down my face with her tongue, lightly kissing my cheeks, nose and eventually, the corner of my mouth...
She exhaled deeply as she gently placed one finger on my forehead and pressed my face back, as she softly bit my lips.
I thought, Okay this might take a while as my hands gently stroked her thigh, up to her hips, waist and to the small of her back.
She shuddered as I traced a slow figure eight along her back and to her shoulder blades and neck...
Ooh, she moaned into my mouth as her tongue darted in and out, "I see you know the way."
Having read numerous books on massages as well as being thoroughly versed in the Kama Sutra, I knew the best way to prepare a woman for sex was by not touching any erogenous zones, thereby transforming her entire body into one big erogenous zone.
"Oh shit, she squirmed in my lap, you gon' make me wet my dress up."
"Well, maybe you should take it off then."
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