Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Meet-up (part 1)

He is late and I'm getting nervous.

What if he doesn't show up?
What if he sees me and thinks I'm hideous?
What if he's f'ugly?

Shit Shannon, pull yourself together, he is just a man. You've never met him. You've only "spoken" online & a couple of abso-fucking-lutely great phone calls. Get yourself together, stop talking to yourself, shit...people are starting to stare. You're a beautiful, successful, intelligent, charming, funny-as-hell Black woman, he should be glad you're giving him the time of day.

God, I hope he likes what he sees.

Shit, shit, shit, still ain't here. WTF! How long am I going to wait for him. We only gave tenured profs 15 mins...he doesn't even have a Masters LOL. Dammit, its been 25 minutes. I'm outta here, this is embarrassin'.

Did I give the waitress a large enough tip? Oh hell, I dunno, I'm heading up to my room. I can't believe I've been stood up AGAIN! How could he? Who the fuck does he think he is? I'm pissed at him for being an asshole and myself for caring so much for some fuckin' motherfucker I haven't even met. Shit, I'm such a fool. Where the fuck is the fuckin' elevator, I just wanna crawl under the bed and cry myself to sleep, damn, damn, damn.

Oh hell no, I'm not in any kinda mood for their chatty asses. "Hello." Thats it, all they gettin. I can't believe we're stopping on damn near every floor, this shit is working my fuckin' nerves. Finally here. Note to self, stay on lower floors.

Where the hell is my damn key? Thought I put it...gotcha!

Oh my fuc...he's here. He's handsome, better than his pictures. My jacket hits the floor and I go straight for him; throwing my arms around his neck. Hugging him, not wanting to let go, not believing he's actually here, not believing he has his arms around me. This is better than I imagined. His large, strong arms encircle me, holding me close, holding me tight.

Leaning back, I look into his eyes, see his full mouth and move towards it. We kiss and my pussy gets moist. He has such soft lips. He's a good kisser; we kiss well together; tongues probing and its magnificent. This is nice, really nice. Keep it together Shannon...

2 comments:

Babz Rawls Ivy said...

There better more to this story...there better be more parts! Don't draw me in and then drop me! LOL!

Shannon said...

I got you...much more is coming.