Playing By The Rules : Connections

I must admit, not being in a relationship does have its perks. I don’t have to worry about ‘reporting’ to someone when I come home late as no one is here to question my authority. I have been having a lot of fun here and there given the fact that it’s been 10 years since I’ve been out there and shit has totally fucking changed.

It made me think about getting older and what I need to do to keep myself happy and satisfied. I decided to attend a nice little get-to-gether with a few school friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was really good to see how we all have matured into adults. I can’t say that all of us have grown into our dreams or goals we have - let’s just say we’ve just grown up without having any say in it whatsoever.

It was really nice to see a lot of people who have gotten married to each other; life brings the opportunity to look at people differently from when we were in high school. As I headed over to the drink table, someone caught my eye - it was Micah Davis. He was my actual first boyfriend. He was so cute to me - he was light skinned with gorgeous light brown eyes. His smile mesmerized me with deep dimples I could swim in. I heard him laugh as I reached the table and turned to see him laughing with guys who were part of the football team.

I poured myself a glass of Crown Royal Apple and added a splash of apple juice with a few ice cubes to top it off. As I swished it around with my finger, I heard a voice coming closer:

“Is this Melanie?” he said as I glanced up while sucking my drink from my finger. “Mmmmm, that looks good.”

I was frozen. This nigga still looked good! As a matter of fact, he looked even better with age. I suddenly got wet as I stared into his eyes.

“Hey you, how you doin’?”

“I’m good. I see you still lookin’ good as fuck with dat fat ass. Ooooo shit.”

He still loved it. Out of everyone in school, I knew he would still appreciate it because he never got the chance to fuck me when we were dating. We messed around; we gave each other head but that was about it. I was a virgin and his dick was too fucking big. I was scared and terrified that he would split me open.

“Thank you Micah. You still looking good as fuck too.”

“Thank you sweetheart. Let me ask you something,” he said, coming closer and lowering his voice so no one would hear. He smelled good as fuck and the warmth of his breath against my ear started thoughts racing through my brain.

“Wassup?” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

“You ain’t no virgin no more, right?”

I instantly creamed. I remembered the size of his motherfucking dick. It was at least a hand and a half, and that was in high school.

“Nah baby, I’m well seasoned now. You wanna taste?” I said boldly as I turned to look at him directly.

He looked back at me and smiled. I knew he did. I licked my lips and adjusted my halter top which exposed my twins ever so nicely. I was looking good in my cute jean shorts , red v-neck cut halter top and matching red sandals. I’m so glad I got my pedicure yesterday because if I remember correctly this motherfucker has a foot fetish as well.

“You don’t have a man?”

“You got a woman?” I’ve played this game before.

“Nah, I got a baby mama, but we ain’t together.”

“I got a baby daddy but we ain’t together either.”

“I see. So what you been doing? I ain’t seen you in a minute?”

“I’ve been doing me. Doin’ my thang. Living life. What about you?”

“Shit, the same. Damn, you still look good.”

“Thank you. You too.”

We stood there and stared at each other for a minute. We could feel the sexual tension between us growing as we kept eye contact and smiling here and there.

I remembered he wanted to have sex with me when I was younger and I was just scared. I could tell he was experienced, he just had that swagger that he had fucked before. He was adorable as fuck with a great body so I knew girls were just throwing pussy at him. Shit, if I was a guy and looked like him, I would hit every girl I could.

What I admired about him the most was that he didn’t think differently of me since I was a virgin. He didn’t pressure me, even though there were times in which we came really close to fucking. I I felt bad because I didn’t want him to think I was a tease, so I learned how to give head. I found out that I was good at what I do. Therefore I took pleasure and satisfaction in giving pleasure.

We stood for a while chatting it up talking about the past and the shit we would get into. Another schoolmate came over and joined our conversation. He was actually the person to whom I lost my virginity. He was the tight end of the football team. We dated in high school our Senior Year. Everyone thought we would end up getting married and shit, but that didn’t happen. After high school we went to two different colleges as he landed a football scholarship and went to Notre Dame.

“Wow Melanie, you still look the same.” Chris said, giving me a hug.

“Thanks, you too. How are things?”

“Things are good. We have baby number 5 coming soon. I just landed the assistant coach position at a high school where I live.”

“Nice! Damn, you doing the fucking thang.”

“Damn Nigga, baby #5? How many you going for?”

“Shit to be honest this one was a mistake but it’s almost here now so you know.”

“You need to get your shit clipped like me?” Micah said. Interesting fact to remember.

“You had a vasectomy? Damn. You got kids?”

“Hell yeah, 2. One boy and one girl. That’s enough for me. Kids are expensive as fuck.”

“Oh wow, I have one of each too. How old are they?”

“They are 10 yrs old. They’re twins.”

“I have twins too! Mine are 7 yrs old though.”

“For real? Nice.” He didn’t want to talk about kids, he wanted to talk about fucking. I could tell on his face but Chris came over and interrupted us.

“Alright guys, I’ll holla at y’all later, I see a few people I gotta catch up with.”

“Aight cool.” We both said in unison. Chris smiled and departed leaving us alone.

“So where were we?” I said facing him. He smiled at me slyly and looked me up and down while biting his bottom lip. I took a big gulp of my drink. I needed to keep it together.

“We were talking about me coming to see you soon, real soon.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“So when you talking?” I asked, clearing my calendar mentally. I finished my drink and decided to pour another. I was getting thirsty in more ways than one.

“When do you want me?” he asked. “I’ll be at your beck and call”

Now, nigga what you think? , I thought. I had to keep my cool, I didn’t need to seem as desperate as I was curious.

“It’s like that?”

“With you it is. I was hoping I would see you here. I’m glad you came.”

“So am I.”