The Fireworks

In a perfect world, a woman would always be available whenever I called her. Anytime I wanted to go to an event, she’d be ready. Well, the world isn’t perfect and no one who has a life could make that happen for me. Perhaps it’s the fact that we’d been talking about going to the fireworks for a week and she canceled on me at the last minute that had me like damn. I’ve learned from her cancellations in the past though, so I had a back up for the back up…or atleast I thought I did.

Don’t take sand to the beach. My uncle hated that saying. He told me, don’t drive a Ford Taurus to the Audi dealer. But if you show up at the Audi dealer, with a Benz CL 55…you’ll get better service. In other words, if you’re going to anywhere with a woman, where there are PLENTY of other women around…you better make sure that your woman can hold her own against almost anybody who catches your eye. Meaning you can look at that half-black, half-whatever across the way, then look back at the woman you’re with, and not say to yourself, “what the fu*k am I doing?”. Not only that, but pretty women attract pretty women.

Well my first choice was Bumble Bee, but that didn’t work out. Then it was Grams, Canada, or whatever name I’m calling her nowadays, but she couldn’t make it either. Last but not least, was Becky (who is black, but…white), but her fine chocolate self was all the way in Romulus, so I wasn’t wasting gas to go pick her up. 0 for 3.

So now I’m calling my dudes, but of course, they are at work, or with their wives/fiances. I could have gone with some hood niggas I knew, but somehow they always get into a fight or end up calling girls bitches just because they won’t talk to them, and I don’t want to be a part of that. So, I just said forget it. I called up one or two more women just to go chill and I ended up over a young ladies house that I knew from facebook.

We had a few short phone conversations before, but nothing too informing. When I got to her house, the first thing I noticed were her breast. She’s like a size 2, 3 at the most, with D cups, looking like they’re begging to be re-measured to qualify as DD’s. Her wife beater was begging for mercy. Nice little booty, which probably looks bigger than it is because her waist is like a pencil. We sat and chatted for a while, on a variety of subjects. I immediately learned that she didn’t have the glowing confidence that I like. She spoke of going out that night, but mentioned she needed a new outfit, make up, hair done, lashes, etc… all that extra BS that I hate. I really thought the girl was naturally cute, but I don’t think she really felt that way about herself.

We made it to her porch and talked for a good hour or two. The vibe was good, the environment was peaceful, and I was enjoying her company. I don’t think she was too fond of the fact that I don’t want children (or like hot sauce), nor was I feeling those tats of Rihanna type stars on her neck or that she wanted one of those gay dogs and mentioned dressing it up. Too much MTV possibly? Even with our differences and the realization that we obviously won’t be getting married, we got along. Oh yea, I think I left out something…she likes to let girls with pretty faces eat her box. GREEN LIGHT.

Somehow we ended up heading down to the fireworks together. Not on any cake type of stuff, just as friends…who both like women. I called up my cousin and decided to meet him down there with his fiance and my other little cousins. While I was in the gas station, this BEAUTIFUL light-skinned girl came in just a smilin’, lol, but after I got her name, the fact that she was single, and she liked my choice of cookies….she told me she was 17. Ehhhh, can’t do those. As soon as I got back in the car though, the girl I was with started talking about how cute the other girl was. “I was going to talk to her, but she looked young, like way too young.” My heart lit up with joy. She was talking about the girl like ….well like she was me. From then on, we drove around scouting women, stopping at Coney Island’s, dismissing the hoodrats who stared. It was like being with Jersey all over again (who I just saw at Macy’s other day looking o’ so wonderful).

When we arrived at Wayne State’s parking structure, it was pretty packed. There was mostly kids though, along with a few sprinkles of ladies here and there. We walked on the roof, searching for potential females to meet, but there weren’t many to be found that weren’t caked up. Time went on, we watched the first half of the fireworks, then we headed downtown to go pick up some girls. If I was the sniper, she was my spotter. “She’s cute over there in the brown, GET OVER THERE”……..”Ol’ girl in the white is cute, her hair is wack though. She has a big booty”…”as soon as we get over here, all the cute girls are on the other side.” She was like the perfect teammate. We were giving eachother fives like we in the playoffs after a fast break.

After our hunt, it was going on 1 a.m., so I took her back to her house. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be giving me the box, so it was time to call it a night. Somehow though, we ended up around the corner from her house, standing up against my car and…..we got in my backseat….her bra came off (wife beater still on)….I’m kissing her breast….her hands are on my di*ck….but she won’t let me get in her pants. There is usually only one reason a woman who is obviously horny won’t let you touch her box…SUUU-WOOOO. Yup, she was bleeding to death. Then she started talking about how guys don’t look at you the same if you have sex with them on the first day, blah, blah, blah. “I was just with you for six hours. SIX HOURS. I’ve known women for six months and haven’t been with them for six hours. Hour here, hour there, what’s the difference?” I asked. She wasn’t buying that though. “Not today babes, I’ll be off on Wednesday anyway,” she responded. I can’t argue with that.

“Kiss it,” I said while he held my d**k in her left hand, starring down at it and back up to me. She gave it a peck, then another, then another, then a lick. I was ridiculously horny. I hadn’t bust a nut in almost 24 hours, maybe longer. I felt like I was going to bust in 10 seconds, so I had to play it cool. She started giving me head at a wonderful pace. I don’t even think it was that good, but when you’re really hungry cheeto’s can taste like grilled salmon. 2 minutes later, right when I’m about to cum, she stops. “You’re trying to choke me,” she gasped out. I know that when I’m about to cum, I tend to push a woman’s head down and start stroking her mouth.

Now it’s the third time I’m about to cum and I purposely put my hands back so I wouldn’t choke her again. Then….OH MY. My nut was shooting out like an volcanic eruption for the first time in 1,000 years. She didn’t move. She stayed right on it and suck it out until her rose and starred straight. I was her neck move as if she had just swallowed it. I look at her with a blank drunk face, “ummm, where did my nut go?” She looked at me and smiled. “Open your mouth and say ahhh,” I directed. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me and I just started feeling goose bumps. I was…drunk. Not drunk off alcohol, drunk..my brain wouldn’t function. I thought good head was supposed to make you smarter. LIARS!!! I would have tested above the legal limit and I didn’t even have one drink. I didn’t want to drive, but I had to.

On my way home, I could feel my body start to give up on me. I started calling girls, which was a HUGE mistake, telling them I was drunk. I was talking straight gibberish, making no sense. I think I offended my Chicago fantasy and my classmate. Sorry yall. I didn’t mean it. This wasn’t the first time, Bubbles has put me in plenty of drunken states before, so has Jabs. Bumble Bee usually just puts me to sleep….for about half an hour. Then we do it again. It just doesn’t happen with that many women.

Have you ever had sex so good, you almost forgot your name and where you lived? Has a girl ever given you head so good you think she sucked out a part of your brain?

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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