Rainy days aren’t meant to be spent alone, it’s something about the thunder, the lightening, the rain beating against the roof that caused the inside of my thighs to convulse. Maybe it was the Brazilian that was a couple days old or the fact that I was running late and forgot to put on panties. Either way my hormones were fucking with my train of thought and before I knew it my phone was in my hand. Music had a way of bringing up old memories and the radio station wasn’t doing me any favors with this old school mix they were playing.
There’s a meeting in my bedroom was pumping through my speakers and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t the last song we made love to. Wait… Wait… Who am I kidding, it was the last song we fucked to. A dark alley, my shirt and bra on, all his clothes on… The front seat of his truck, that wasn’t making love, that was what it was.
The body wants what it wants right?
It was barely five and I was past drunk. I used to love rain and now all this bullshit did was remind me of her. A hot shower, some good music and my bottle was all I had to keep me company. No matter how many women I called or tried to hook up with, they just weren’t keeping my fucking interest! My phone stayed close to me, in my hand, the pocket of my pajama pants, on my counter or desk. I was just waiting for the perfect text or call to come through.
Seeing her name on my screen wasn’t what I was expecting and now I was right in the middle of her fucking with me.
I don’t care… Do what you want!
You don’t care huh, call me and tell me that.
I don’t have to prove anything to you.
If you don’t care, call and tell me you don’t care!
I knew I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from her, I was tired of the bullshit, the drama. Her provoking me! But what was I supposed to do, these other women were not doing the job but if I called her I knew where it would lead.
The drink was cold in my hand, the liquor had me in my feelings, the rain had me ready to make a baby and she had me ready to fuck someone up! I let up the window to get some fresh air in, I loved the sound of rain, the mist hitting me in the face.
I need to get this bitch out of my head… One call, just to let her know the shit she was doing didn’t bother me. The texts, the calls, the pictures, I needed to let her know they weren’t getting to me. I had to let her know they weren’t getting to me!
I knew he would call, he could talk all the shit he wanted, those other ho’s weren’t me which meant he was probably sitting at home stressing. I knew him better than he knew himself.
“Hey baby!” He hated when I was sounding all extra happy and he wasn’t. “So you’re happy for me huh?”
“That’s what I said, I’m happy for you.” If there was one man that wore his emotions on his sleeves, it was this man. It was all in his voice.
“Don’t lie to me, not on a Wednesday! I can hear it in your voice… You’re not happy for me.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute, pride was a bitch.
“I’m happy for you Nicolette, I hope he’s treating you right.” If he wanted to play this game I would play it with him.
“He is treating me right, like umm umm good right! I mean, we’re friends right, so you don’t mind me talking about this?”
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… I knew it was coming before he did.
“FUCK YOU AND HIM! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT SHIT!”
I couldn’t help but smile, men would always be men.
“If you don’t want to hear that shit! You need to come make me stop talking about him!” His pride was fucking with him, he didn’t want to be number two, the guy I called when my man wasn’t around but he missed me. He missed the sex, the comfort, the words.
“I’m not that guy, I’m not a fucking sideline ho!”
I was horny; I needed his tongue and his passion tonight. It was a long day.
“You want me, you know you want me! I’m down the street from my place, if you’re not here by eight I’ll take that as you didn’t want to be here.”
I hung up, pulled into my complex and thought about what I was going to wear tonight. He was coming and I was going to cum!
What the hell was I doing, I was too drunk to be driving in the first place and besides that I was starting to hate this girl. So why the hell was I hitting the freeway trying to get to her? Puling up to her gate, I wasn’t confused, I knew I wanted to be here but what I didn’t get was why the hold was so strong?
I downed a bottle of water, trying to sober myself up, at least a little bit. But I don’t think it was working.
She had a crazy baby daddy, a man that was paying his weight in gold for her and God knows what else going on. I took my gun and put it behind my back, drunk or not I wasn’t crazy. I took the stairs asking myself why I was weak behind her.
When she opened the door I had the answer to my question…
A pair of pink boy shorts, light green trim, no top, no shoes, her hair on her shoulders. I knew what I was here for and I didn’t regret it! If I was going to do this, I was going to do it! I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her scent, her lips, the feel of her in my arms, everything seemed so familiar, so perfect!
Maybe I was just a thing for her, just a release and I knew I would pay for this, I knew it would fuck my head up but I needed this. I wanted this.
Her lips on my lips, the heat from her pussy on my stomach, there was no where else I wanted to be. “So you didn’t miss me huh? You didn’t miss me?! Tell that shit to your other bitches!” I pushed her on the floor, her legs wrapped around me, my mouth on her neck!
“I don’t care what you do! I just want the pussy! That’s all I came for!” She flipped me over, took control and got on top of me! But my chin and my chest.
“Tell that shit to someone else! You want me, you know I’m all you think about.” She stood up and took off the boy shorts, stuffed them in my pocket.
“You wont’ taste this again, so take those home with you and smell them when you get hard! Your other bitch doesn’t smell like that!”
She stood directly over me and just looked down, touching herself, balancing herself on her toes. “Tell me you want to taste it! Say it or I promise I’ll kick you out of here right now!” She was trying to punk me, to make herself the aggressor. I needed to tell her to go to hell, that I didn’t give a fuck. But how was I supposed to do that with her cat staring at me. Pretty, pink, bare…
“I want to taste it.”
I could feel the heat coming down on my mouth before I could taste it, three months felt like three decades. Between my mouth watering and her wetness the sound was like bath water running. I could feel myself drowning but I didn’t want her to get up.
“Eat it baby! Eat it! Show me you love me!”
Did I love her? Did I? Or was I in love with what she did to me? She was a high, an addiction. I swallowed her, licked her, sucked her, I wanted her to know how much I missed her. How in control of this pussy I was!
I picked her up and threw her on her back, her legs on my shoulders. Naked, sweating, her chest pumping up and down. I knew I should have put on a condom but I couldn’t help myself, the warmth, the tightness, the moistness. It was worth it, she was always worth it.
She liked it rough, hard, she loved talking dirty. I bit down on her neck, I wanted him to see a hickie, a mark! If there was a him he would know I was here!
“DAMN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
In my mind we were making love, in my heart we were cherishing this moment. In reality… She was getting a nut and I was falling deeper in a situation I shouldn’t be in.