Rising Struggle

 
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The story below is an account from a young woman who wishes to remain anonymous. Names have been changed to protect anonymity.  

I’m convinced weddings might not be the greatest place to pick up a potential love interest. My name is Jade and in a form fitting cocktail number I celebrated a friends union alongside two of my best friends, Kaye and Crystal. 

The vows were heart harming. The open bar on pour. Food decent. Music on definite turn-up spin. 

It was good ass wedding. 

A good ass wedding with good looking black men dressed in suits. And ladies, we all know what our chocolate brothers look like in a tailored suit? Delicious.

So his eyes were set on me. We danced all throughout the night. While apprehensive, the option to fulfill the thirst was just as overwhelming as the cheers from my two best girls to throw caution to the wind. 

Let’s back up here, shall we? He wasn’t a complete stranger, he was my girl Kaye’s bae-at-the-time’s friend, Michael. We have occupied the same air space previously so it hardly felt out of place being in his presence.

While indulging in post-wedding carbs, and of course more drinks, our conversation proved fluid. He was good on the eyes and could hold his own in conversation, easy basket I felt. 

Quick change out of the dress, a drop off for Kaye’s fun night left myself and this young man alone and contemplating. Make this a wedding night celebration for more than the newlyweds or drop me back to my room where I can snuggle next to Crystal? 

Caution. To. Wind. 

Here we are, in a bedroom with plush comforters and pillows. I know what I want, so, I climb into bed with my bra and panties on – why be modest at this point? 

You can see literal gears turn inside of Michael’s head. The waves were not hiding his excitement and nervousness. It was cute. So he climbed in next to me. “Jade, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a long time but you got an untouchable demeanor,” he said. 

I blushed. I’m inebriated. He’s attractive. And the time between gentlemen paying me any attention…enter tumbleweed now. That “untouchable air” part would be something to unpack later but for now, the niceties and light touch were doing their trick. 

Perhaps the dam would burst tonight? Praise the nuptials.

The dam did burst. The touching. Feather kisses from collar bone to inner thigh. His face between my legs, I was thankful. So when it came time for him to take the deep plunge, consider my surprise. 

Still flaccid.

Ladies, if a man ever grabs himself to shake himself awake in the realm of your waiting walls, pack it all up and call your Uber. Text your friend to wake the hell up so you can digest this over a nice bottle of wine. 

But where there is sanity, there is insanity. There we lay, with Michael sporting an apologetic shocked expression that will forever be etched into my brain. “This has never happened before,” he said, more to himself than to me.

“Maybe he had too much to drink,” I internally reasoned. “He’s way too young to have erectile dysfunction, right?” 

“Nah, I’m not going out like that. You goin’ cum tonight,” he said. He was determined. Using his expert tongue to hopefully get his soldier out of the barracks – let’s just say my body had enough of the tongue and demanded penetration. 

As nicely as I could, I pulled him up and wrapped the comforter around us. “I’m tired.” And like that I turned my body and went right to sleep. Unsatisfied. 

I wish I could say that with the morning sun came the usher in of his dragging third leg. Unfortunately, no great things came to the girl who waited. 

The return to Kaye and Crystal was quick. Their excited smiles and line of sexy questioning was even quicker. My equally rapid response: “He never got it up.” 

-      Signed an Unfortunate Dry Spell

Alley Olivier