Answering Love's Call on a Tuesday

 
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Read below for one young man’s experience of following some good’ole NYC spontaneity that erupted in some time in the sheets.

Aight so Boom, it’s junior year of college and I’m leaving campus about 10pm to get on the B train. From 59th and Columbus to King’s Highway is about a 30-40 minute ride. So I do what everybody in NYC that takes the train does, and put my headphones in. I’m sitting in a two seater, head down, trying to beat my high score in Temple Run. The year was 2012, and that was the wave, and everybody was on it. 

So as I hear the famous “stand clear of the closing doors please”.. I feel someone come sit next to me. Now there’s mad seats on the train, but somebody just gotta sit next to me right ? Fuck it, that’s life though. So I pay them no mind, and continue to do my temple run thing. I pick my head up shortly after and to my surprise, I see a familiar face. Now for confidentiality reasons, and the opportunity to possibly fuck again, I’m a call her Tuesday. 

See the thing about Tuesday is, I’ve known her since freshman year, and even though she was one of the baddest joints in the school, I never pushed up on it. We flirted heavy, and occasionally talked about kids and getting married, but we always maintained a solid friendship. 

She takes my headphones out my ears, stared deeply in my eyes with a smile, and asked me how I been. We proceeded to have a little back and forth conversation about recent events in each other’s lives. The small talk ended, and she pulls her phone out to play temple run. Like I said, everybody was on it. I unlocked my phone to continue my saved game, and before I could press play she ask me “Are you nice”? 

I smiled at her and said humbly “I’m aight.” She said let’s make a bet, “If I win, I get whatever I want and If you win, you get whatever you want”. So I said “nahhhh I’m not with it.” Tuesday is the type that’s into designer bags, 4 figure jacket prices, and shopping sprees. None of the things I was willing to blow my bag on. So she said, no you won’t have to get me any of those things. I’m like cool, what’s the rules. She says whoever gets the higher score in temple run wins the bet. I was like aight, let’s get it. 

Competitive by nature, I definitely wanted to win the bet. Although, I hadn’t really  thought about what I would want from her if I won, I still played my heart out. New high score is what the screen read, as I died shortly after reaching 8 million. I looked over at Tuesday and she was at a comfortable 10 million+ before she decided to throw in the towel in victory. 

That heavy eye contact and mischievous smiled reappeared. I told her good game, and asked her what she wanted. She replied “is your mom home” ?!  I’m like nahh she’s at work. See, my mom is a nurse that worked many nights, so I always had the free crib and Tuesday knew it. She said since I won, I want to come over tonight. As you can imagine, that mischievous smile quickly transitioned from her face to mine and no R. Kelly, but her body was callin’. 

We got to Kings Hwy, waiting for the B100 bus. It was late, but it was a beautiful night. Tuesday asked how far do I live from the train station and I said about a 25 minute walk. She said let’s walk. Never in a million years did I think Tuesday would be this eager to come back to my place, But in the wise words of old Kanye, when it falls in your lap, it’s a blessing. 

I got home, silenced the alarm and turn on the lights in the house. She said let’s go upstairs, and asked if she could take a shower. I said yes, and went to my room to get undressed and put on Sportscenter. After 15 minutes of watching Lebron/D-Wade highlights, I heard the shower turn off. The anticipation was building up, and my dick was so hard, you could chop cocaine with it.

Tuesday, fine ass walked out the bathroom. She was without any covering garments, canvas completely naked, and hair still moist from the shower steam. I sat upright, grabbed the remote and turned the tv off as she walked over to the bed. I began kissing her lips, neck, and nipples. Using my right hand to caress her beautiful brown skin and and my left hand to stimulate her clit. She began to spit on my dick and used her left hand to masturbate in a circular motion..she began to drop to her knees and proceeded to give me the most inciting fellatio I had ever received at that time in my life. Eyes penetrating the depths of soul as she twirled and suck simultaneously the head of my dick.

She concluded and requested that I fuck her like I did no other. We switched positions, her on the bed, face parallel to the surface of the sheets, with a deep arch and her ass in the air. I stood up, placed my left leg on top of the bed and inserted all of me. Slow strokes was the genesis of my mission as I began to make changes to the tempo and became consistent in my rapid speed. Left hand tiger gripped the back of neck and my right hand reached over to stimulate her clit. Moans, groans and broken phrases began to fill the room. I was giving her the performance of my life.

She was boisterous about her climax and as I turned her around, I dropped to my knees, dived in and began to deliver cunnilingus at its finest. Heavy tongue stimulation to the most sensitive dimension of her genitalia. She caressed my head and wanted me to get on the bed and penetrate her missionary. I obliged and she wrapped her legs around my waist and looked down at her vagina as I delivered slow deliberate strokes to and fro. She began to lick my ear and sucked on the bottom half of my earlobe. I could feel the imminent eruption, as I extracted myself and exploded on her lower abdomen. The voyage was over, and she wanted to extend her appreciation by swallowing the mess that I made. 

I spooned her for a while, as we both laid there together with accomplished missions. Shortly after, she got out of bed, got dressed and called herself a cab to go home. I was still physically paralyzed, but found the strength to get up to walk her out. She opened my wallet on the computer table and retrieved $20, and said this is for my cab home. She walked outside and before she entered the cab, she turned back, gave me a kiss and said I’ll see you next Tuesday... I was a repeat offender for months.

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