The annual back-to-school block party was in full swing. The kids played in the streets with reckless abandon as the DJ table provided the soundtrack for a perfect late summer afternoon. There were several card tables in the middle of the sidewalk, people talking shit while playing spades and dominoes; the aroma from the barbeque grills and the free flowing adult beverages made the overall mood jovial. Even the weather was perfect; a cool, gentle breeze off Lake Michigan drew away just enough of the heat to make standing in the sun a pleasure instead of a chore.
Samantha did not want to be there. The perfect weather, the perfect atmosphere, only seemed to sour an already bad mood. Her summer fling had ended the week before and she had made the fatal mistake of actually developing feelings for what she knew was a temporary bedmate. If her mother had not begged her to attend, she would have been moping at home with a glass of Merlot, sitting in bed watching depressing black-and-white movies on AMC. Sitting on the porch of her childhood home smoking a cigarette, she was watching the festivities with a look bordering on disgust. She was strong; she knew she'd get over it in a few days, but she was not ready to be social yet.
"Sam," her mother called from a couple houses down. "I need you to come here for a second."
"OK Mom," she said as she sighed, drawn from a wistful, painful memory of her ex. Walking slowly with her head down, she was blind to her surroundings.
Let's get this torture over with,
she thought as she made her way to her mother, silently dreading whatever effort she'd attempt to rescue her daughter from the doldrums.
"Come on, girl!" her mom said with a hint of impatience. "There's someone here that's been dying to see you again. You remember Tyree Evans right? The boy you used to play with when you were kids? Well he's back from overseas and was asking about you when he came to visit his mother. Say hi."
Oh Lord! I am so not ready for this shit,
she thought to herself. Of all the people who wanted to reconnect, it had to be him. The dorky kid she used to bully all through middle school. The kid she avoided like the plague in high school, doing her best to pretend that he didn't exist despite staying just a few doors down. Tyree Evans, the fucking afterthought. He joined the Army after high school and she hadn't seen him since graduation.
She didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the person her mom introduced. To say he'd changed would be the understatement of the century. He was tall, at least 6'1, and chiseled to perfection. He wasn't massive like some overdeveloped gym rat, but he had the type of muscle definition commonly found in Men's Health magazines and strip clubs for women. His skin was dark chocolate and his hair hung in locks down to his wide shoulders. She took the image of him in one glace and was absolutely speechless. "Been a while, Samantha," he spoke in a rich tenor that made her pussy vibrate. The looks and the voice sparked in her an almost uncontrollable urge of lust.
It took her a second to recover. "Um, yea it has..." she trailed off, distracted by his bare chest and a bead of sweat that slowly made its way down his front. It was tantalizing; it made her want to capture that bead with her tongue as it reached his washboard stomach. Her ample chest began to heave slightly as her imagination ran wild with the possibilities. "The years have certainly been kind to you," she finally regained her voice.
His smile was pure seduction. "Thank you," he said with a confidence she never knew him to possess. "They say the Army makes a man of you. I guess they did a pretty good job huh?"
"They certainly did," she replied, her tone turning flirtatious as she regained her composure. They fell into a conversational rhythm, finding themselves at ease with each other, reveling in the growing sexual tension and rising lust as the sun began to set. Almost from the moment she and Tyree began speaking, she had forgotten her problems, her ex, and her sadness. They were replaced by images of him pinning her arms above her head while he shoved his dick deep, deep into her wet, willing pussy. She wanted him. Bad.
___________________
They exchanged numbers and agreed to get together that next night to grab a couple of drinks and catch up on old times. Tyree told her to meet him on the rooftop at the W around 9. Samantha really wanted to impress, to show him her sexy side. She knew exactly what she would wear for the occasion. She had a black and white dress with a mesh top that both covered and revealed her impressive cleavage, tight in a way that augmented her curvy figure; the dress came to her knees but the slit along the right leg rose to mid-thigh. Black thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and three inch open-toed black pumps completed the ensemble. She spent two hours in the bathroom teasing her hair until it was just right, making sure her makeup was flawless, and figuring out which accessories to wear. She settled on a diamond anklet and her diamond-and-sapphire choker. Looking at herself in the full length mirror before heading out, she thought she'd achieved the look she'd intended, a killer mix of alluring and fuckable.
She made it to the bar at around 9:30, intentionally late. Although she had a pretty good idea of where the night would end up, she didn't want to seem desperate. That would ruin the image she had in mind for the evening. She would dazzle him with sex appeal, they'd sip a little bit, casually flirting and picking up from where they'd left off the night before. Then they'd head to her place; the kids were at her mom's house for the night. She'd lead him by the hand to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. They would taste each other, explore each other's bodies, lose themselves in the feel of each other. Their bodies would join, and they'd stare lovingly into each other's eyes as he touched the deepest part of her over and over. Soon the passion and pleasure would be overwhelming and she'd climax, screaming his name and biting his shoulder by turns. She was too much of a realist to think about forever, but she expected a fun-filled night and a warm body to wake up to.
The magical evening she'd envisioned as she prepared for her date with Tyree shattered when they finally met. He was not alone. "Hey, Samantha! So glad you could come! I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée, Bianca. Bianca, this is my friend Samantha. We grew up a couple houses down from each other."
"Tyree's told me so much about you! I'm happy that we could finally meet," she said as she placed a possessive hand on his upper bicep.
Shit,
she thought as she attempted to mask the hurt and disappointment she felt at the waste of the evening. She thought she'd read the situation correctly the day before when they chatted. He seemed to be very interested in her; she thought they had a spark, some kind of chemistry. To be so wrong was crushing to her pride, her ego. To make matters worse, Bianca was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall, even without heels she'd be half a head taller than Samantha. Her hair was long and curly with a natural bounce. Flawless almond skin, a heart shaped face, decent sized breasts and an amazing ass, she could have been in movies. Dressed in an all-white miniskirt that hugged her curves so tightly it might as well have been painted on her, guys were breaking their necks to stare. Even some of the women were cutting their eyes toward their table, some with jealousy, others with barely-concealed lust.
"Nice to meet you too," said Samantha, just managing to keep the bile from her voice. "Tyree never told me he had a girlfriend, much less a fiancée. So how long are you guys gonna be in town?"
"Oh I don't know. A few weeks maybe? We were actually going to go house-hunting out in the burbs. We were just staying here at the W while we look. What do you think honey? Naperville had some nice houses when I was looking online the other day."
