Tara:
another late night. Sorry :(
Me:
It's ok moms got me running around
Tara: *
kiss emoji* tomorrow I promise
I'm starting to get frustrated with her constant cancellations, even though I have absolutely no right to--Every night she's worked late these past few weeks has been a night I have spent balls deep in Asa. It's not her fault I suck; literally and figuratively.
I just can't explain what happens when I see him. There's this tension like a joint that has to crack but won't, and the only relief is touching him. Ugh, it sounds so stupid.
And I think it's mutual, too. When I get to his house, there's never any preamble, just clothes off, dicks out. Then, after we've emptied our balls and his roommate comes home from work, we just shoot the shit, as if I didn't just make him cum so hard he couldn't stand.
My plan to end things is obviously going really well, thanks for asking.
This most recent Sunday, with his roommate and his crew howling at the game in the living room, I watched Asa come all over his own chest, cock untouched, with his knees by his ears from the pounding I was giving him. I had my hand clamped over his mouth to prevent him from being heard over the game. Truly, I've never enjoyed Sunday football more.
"Ok, now you never told me Vivi was dating Andre the mu'fuckin' giant," Rob said, peering out the window into the street, a twizzler hanging out the corner of his mouth.
"Right?" I said with a mouthful of cookie.
"You also did not say he was absolutely delicious, why would you not share that with me?" Rob sucked his teeth and gave me a dirty look. I almost cough cookie through my nose.
"He's a farmer's son, too," I add.
Rob sighs, "Mm, lemme get that Brokeback Dick. I wonder if it's proportional to the rest of his body."
I crow with laughter.
"Don't act like you don't wanna know. All dudes wanna know, whether they suck cock or not."
"You should ask him," I suggested.
"I just might," Rob gives me that over the glasses look without the glasses. I laugh. "Where y'all going, anyway?"
"Mom has us dropping off donations at St. Vincent's, and then we have to drive to fucking Westchester county to pick up a couch and dresser set," I chew on my lip. I am dreading this--unfortunately for me, my dick is not.
"Westchester? Goddamn why? Y'all know we have perfectly good furniture at home, right?" he looks at me, aghast.
"Yeah, but do we have Titi Magaly's couch and dresser here?"
"Oh, it's like that."
"It's like that."
I swing open the door just as Asa has his hand up to knock. He fills up the whole damn doorway and freezes like a deer in headlights. I love catching him off guard. I turn to Rob.
"ROB," I declare. "This is Asa, Veronica's man, Asa this is Rob, my roommate."
Asa's face hooks into a smile. I know this. I can feel it. I don't look though. Asa offers his hand. I don't look at that either. Just the scent of his cologne is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Take it easy.
"Yo, wassup, man," Rob slaps his hand to give him dap, and Asa fumbles along.
"Sorry, ah," Asa's face flushes with heat and he awkwardly sticks his hands in his pockets. "I don't know any cool handshakes."
Now I'm looking. I don't want to miss this.
I find him with the corner of his lip sucked in his teeth. He glances at me from beneath his lashes and blushes harder. Why is this turning me on? I want to shove him into my room right now.
"Aw shucks, Juilliard!" I grin. I yank him in by his sleeve so I can close the damn door. Rob's face lights up.
"Nah, c'mon, I'll show you." I wander into the kitchen to pull my boots on while Rob shows Asa how to shake step by step. I lean back and watch Asa slowly grab his wrist and slide his palm down to hook thumbs with the goofiest grin.
"Yeah you got it, you got it. Watch the elbow. My man is a natural!"
Asa huffs out a laugh. I look him over. He looks like a farmer today in his jeans and black and white flannel. He's left it unbuttoned; it's pretty mild out for December. It's crazy because he's just wearing a black tee shirt underneath but with his rolled up sleeves it has the same effect on me as seeing the chicks on the shore in the summer.
I take in every detail. The black leather cord necklace at the base of his neck, the hoops in his nose and ears, the thick silver fígaro chain around his wrist, and his rings. His dark hair is pulled back hastily in a bun that looks as though he was going to make a ponytail but he quit halfway through. He manages to make all of this look rugged.
"Jonny," Rob says in a tone that sounds like maybe this isn't the first time he's said my name.
"Wassup," I blink and grin at Rob. He's looking at me with that calculating look I don't like.
"When are you going?" Yeah this is definitely not the first time he's asked this. Shit.
I clear my throat. "Right now, right now. Ready, Juilliard?"
Asa nods, but he's looking all around my living room, and it occurs to me that he's never been here. We'll have to change that. Uh, platonically. Because I'm healed. Thank you, lord, amen.
"A'ight well, let's go." I hop up from my seat.
Asa grins adorably at Rob, practices his new "cool handshake" and heads down the stairs.
When it's my turn to bump Rob's chest with our hands clasped between us, he grabs me by the back of the neck and in my ear quietly says, "You and I are going to have a conversation later, you feel me?"
My blood runs a little cold but I roll my eyes and grin. "Okay bye, Robert, te quiero, mua!" I declare and immediately jog down the steps.
I hop into (scale) the beat up GMC. It's surprisingly neat inside. I don't know what I was expecting. Corn, maybe.
"How do you get this monster around the city?" I start setting up the GPS on my phone.
"I don't. I park it and take NJ transit."
"That makes more sense."
