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Me…Jo…And A Bed…. Equals Boooorrriiinngggg

       

            As anyone knows whose been reading my blogs, I have a rebound booty that I call ever so often when I need to get my fix. Now like stated before, I knew there was going to come a time when things were going to get old, this is that time.    Around the 4th of July I went back to my home state of North Carolina for some QT with the family. Perfect timing too because my lady friend was paying a visit and I like to add that to my mystery file when I’m dealing with my men folk. Anywho, back and forth me and Jo were texting each other about how we couldn’t wait until I made it back up the way and we could have some more romp sessions. I was on the monthly but I was still pretty horny. After a couple of days of tobacco and cotton fields, visiting EVERY family member we could possibly think of, and drinking hella moonshine to my heart’s content it was time to go back to my reality. I’m a born Southern girl but let’s face it, the city took over my body a long time ago and I’m not turning back.

      Back in MD, and my friend long gone now, it was time to get it in with my butt buddy Jo. Everyone should know the routine by now. I go over to his house, because I have no privacy at mine right now, and we do it how they do on the discovery channel. Only this time I’m pretty sure will be my last time doing the do with Jo. Nothing against the guy, great conversation, hella sexy Latino but that’s where it stops. I knew going into this little relationship that we have that it was not going to be long-term, and that I was okay with, I wasn’t okay with falling into a same old routine that felt more like a lazy ass relationship. I just got out of a shitty one and let’s face it, the only thing that me and Jo have good going on between us was sex. Let me paint the picture for you:

   I get to his house and we do our tit for tat. He shows me the new 370z anniversery edition that he bought, asks me about my trip, I ask him about his summer classes and work, we go downstairs and watch a little TV, then he grabs my butt or some area close to there, we start kissing and move to the bedroom. Same old shit. Hell I tried spicing it up but last time I did I damn near burnt the dude’s nipple off. And the sex was kinda of mediocre. I mean homie got his before I got mine! What type of peanut butter and jelly bullshit is that? I mean we were getting into it, hot bodies, I’m looking at myself in the mirror because I know I’m doing my thang, then this dude gets the shakes and falls out on top of me! Excuse me, what? My vajayjay is freshly waxed, I’m wearing the GOOD underwear (you know the set that actually match), I’m wearing my Chanel Allure, my short fro is fresh and looking extra curly, and my skin is softened with the purest and finest raw shea butter and this fucker thinks he did something?! Come on! Then we kind of doze off and I wake up like “What the hell am I doing?” This guy is curled up underneath me like we’re together and this is what we are supposed to do after sex. Wrong, couples do that after sex, I’m just a squrriel trying to get a nut and a barely got that. I got up to get myself together and go home while he awoke with a “Are you leaving?” Hell yeah I was leaving! That moment right there solidified that I was done. Jo is a cool guy, don’t get me wrong, but it’s time for me to catch the new train. I started this summer off as sort of the rebirth for The District Chick. I planned to love em all and leave em but I was stuck with this one guy and it was killing me. In the beginning it was good but I think I want something more. I don’t know what the hell it is but I want something more. I still heart him to death but I need to be more focused about my shit. I’m writing a book and even though Jo has given me plenty to write about for my blogs I need to bring it back to the more important matter: ME. It was great while it lasted but I’d rather have cobwebs on my cooch with a Oprah’s Book Club winner and New York Time’s Best Seller than sitting around playing make-believe relationship with a guy that clearly doesn’t give a damn about me and likewise I feel the same. I’m searching for something, I don’t what it is yet but when I find it, you all will be the first to know.

Me…….Jo……A Shower…..Ooops Candles????

   

 

 I was back from my Philly/Atlantic City trip and ready to see Jo. Only problem was, my mind and everything else was good to go but my body was saying “No Bitch, you have to wait about 5 days before you can get it on this month.” It’s a hell of thing when you got a guy who  can lay the pipe calling you up and you have to lie and make up shit about you being busy when really it’s just that time of the month. Oh well, it made me seem less available and made the sex even better. Back in Philly, me and Daniella went to Condom Palace on South street just for kicks but ended up buying some “things” to use between the sheets. She bought some funny knickknacks but I wanted to do something sexy. I got this box of candles with a blindfold because I thought I’d do some sexy shit like in the movies. That’s right, I was going to burn his ass up like Nathan, but in a good way this time.

    Later in the week, when my “friend” was gone and my “chuckie” had been freshly touched up I made my way down to Jo’s house for some food, relaxation, and of course what else?! I pulled up with him in the driveway washing his car and just looking so damn sexy! Why does he do this shit? I always have to encounter him when he’s doing some sexy thing…. last time he answered the door with a towel, the time before he was stretched out on the couch without a shirt and that sexy bed head, now he’s outside washing a car?! Those Latinos I tell ya. Anywho, we were outside for a bit talking, with sex on my brain, and him putting the finishing touches on his car. He asked if he I wanted him to do mine but I politely declined, he was cutting in to my booty time. After he put away the car cleaner and parked his car we went inside and made our way downstairs. Again, and we do this often, we chatted up (bullshitin’) and then he broke up the conversation with this:

“Hey I feel kinda funky, you mind if I jump in shower real quick?”

I replied, “No problem, I’ll be here.”

“Cool, I’ll leave the door open….” He hinted.

What he say? After that he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower come on. Was Jo testing my gangster? I was caught off guard so I can’t lie, I was a little nervous. So I immediately called my butt buddy Daniella to see what I should do:

“Hey ho, what’s up?” She asked.

“Bitch, he just jumped in the shower so I gotta talk fast. Would it be

too much to jump in after him, am I coming off to forward? Am I over-analyzing

shit? Why the fuck am I trippin’ right now?” I rambled.

“Bitch shut up and do it! You know you want to!” Dani said.

“You right girl, operation get that dick!” I laughed

“Get it girl, call me later! I want details!” She ended.

Okay, the chick is back now. I grew some balls and went H.A.M. in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, Jo peeped his head out and smiled, “Glad you wanted to join me.” I smiled back and hopped my happy ass in the shower. God! The way the water just ran down his body just looked like my own personal painting. Jo keeps his body fit. He plays soccer and among other things just stays fit.  He looked at me and I looked at him, we were kissing, his body was pressed up against mine and I could just feel him getting harder by the moment. Our shower scene was better than the movies! It was the most enjoyable time I’ve ever had in water too because in the past I was worried about my hair…not this time though. This moment was mine and I was going to rock it better than I had ever rocked it before. We were doing acrobatic shit in the shower and didn’t lose our footing once! My legs wrapped around him, next he has me pressed against the wall with the water running on top of our heads, then the next angle I’m bent over and we’re going at it like the those animals you see on Animal Planet. I swear I should have had a camera propped up somewhere in the bathroom, I was so good I don’t even believe this shit, and I was actually there!  After the shower we made our way to his room, I was still in a towel, he ran upstairs to put some clothes in the dryer. I reached for my purse to get the stuff I bought from Condom Palace. Told you I was going to be a showstopper. Jo returned with his boxers on. He goes, “Let’s watch the game for a bit.” I’m like “Hell no, I’m not done yet.” Jo looks at me and without hesitation takes his boxers back off and lies on the bed. I respond, “Put on this blindfold.” He got really excited when I said that. Jo bit his bottom lip and then followed my orders. That’s right, when I say jump, you ask how high. He laid there, dick high in the air, waiting for my surprise. Then I took out a box of matches and struck one. Jo heard and was like “What was that?” I laughed it off and “Nothing.” With the match I lit one of the candles and let the wick burn so I could get some of the melted wax. I leaned over to kiss Jo on the lips, then dripped some of the wax on his shoulders. As soon as that wax hit Jo’s body he jumped up and screamed. I thought he was playing so I dropped some on his chest. He yelled again.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Babe, I thought you had some body paint, or handcuffs, or butt plugs or something.”

“Are you serious? The candle is a no go?” I said.

“Babe, I’m sorry to go out like a punk but that shit hurts.”

    Just like that, my candle fantasy was killed. I thought I was killing it, instead I was giving  Jo 1st degree burns. That didn’t kill the mood though. Jo grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed and we fucked like we were back in High School after the school won the championship football game. We at least missed the first half of the basketball game. And that’s saying a lot coming from me. Once the game was over, Jo looked at me, and I looked at Jo and what do we do? More fuckin’. By the time we got done, all you could see was our imprints in the floor from our bodies. We laid together, in a pool full a sweat. I need to cancel my gym membership. I burn more calories with Jo then I do at the gym. That night was simple and to the point. It’s something that I needed just to get me by during the week.

     Some people may say that there’s more that I want from Jo than just sex. And I do get more. He’s someone I can talk to and joke with. No doubt that Jo is a great guy but it’s just the way Jo feels between my legs, I’m not catching feelings though.  I like Jo, he’s fun, he’s sexy and I’m comfortable around him. Like I said before, this time around I know where his head is. No doubt, I need a change of scenery because I will get bored. But for right now, Jo is keeping my mind off the past and on his ass. I’m not going to completely rule him out of my life as potentially being something more later down the line in years to come but for right now, sex is on my brain. I said it once and I’ll say it again, I don’t think I’m sloring it up, men have their cake and they eat it too, it’s about time we started eating the whole damn bakery.

Graduation Day…. With Other Shit In Between

 

 

May 21st, I woke up at 7 in the morning……today I will be a college graduate

        It took a long ass time seeing how I spent most of my college career partying and switching majors. I didn’t buckle down until the last 2 years, but hey, I got it done. Funny thing is that when I woke up May 21, my mind wasn’t on getting a degree. My mind was on the fact that Nathan and I were broken up and I always thought he would be in the audience to witness my day. Oh well, then I thought about Jo and me and the hot sex that we’d been having and how I couldn’t wait to climb up his leg once again. Anywho, enough talking about all these guys, it was D-day and you all pretty much get the general clue on what would happen:

  • Get up, do my business, get in the car and leave earlier than the rest of my family to get in line
  • Get to my school, don’t know where the hell I’m going even though I’ve been there for about 3 years
  • Wait in a hot ass room, barely big enough for 300 ppl that I don’t even know even though I’ve been there for about 3 years
  • Walk out to the March and spot my parents, and my mother in particular, in the cut crying her eyeballs out
  • Walk up, get my degree
  • Walk out, take pics with the folks
  • Go out to lunch to a place MY MOTHER decided because God forbide I pick where I want to eat on my day
  • Go get waxed up with my best friend/sister Daniella
  • Go home and sleep because we’re going out into the city tonight!!!!

As I got home I was about to lay my head down until I decided to check my messages. I hate checking messages but I figured my Grandma or somebody in my family called to wish me well on my day. Wrong! Instead I got this message:

“Hey E. It’s me, Nathan. You’re probably at school

right now graduating. I just wanted to congratulate you

and say sorry about how things ended. Give me a call. I would

like to take you out or something for like a graduation dinner

or something. Okay. Peace”

Wtf? Is he fuckin’ with me? Three weeks had gone by and now he decides to do something decent? And Nathan did that shit on purpose too. Called me up when he knew I wasn’t going to answer the phone. It’s all good though. I called him back, just to say thank you. Nothing more, nothing less:

“Hello?”

“Hi.” I said.

“Hey what’s good? Congratulations.”

“Thank you, I didn’t expect to hear from you.” I said

“I know.” He responded.

(silence)

“Oooookay, well this isn’t awkward.” I said to break the silence.

He laughed. “I wanna take you out, you know, for like a dinner, I know we have stuff to talk about.”

“I’ll see. I’m going out tonight so I’ll let you know.”

“Where you going?” Nathan asked.

“Out.” I responded back.

“Well be safe.” He said back.

“I will.”

Is he trying to fuck with my brain??? Why is it when you’re doing so good, something or someone pops back into the equation just to remind you of how your life “used” to be?

    Later that night, me and Daniella stepped into town looking fresh and feeling good. We met up with my cousin and his girlfriend and homeboy at Modern before heading over to Conneticut Ave. After our drinks, we made our way over to Current Sushi Lounge for a good friends surprise birthday. (Sidebar, getting a Bahama Mama from that place is lethal, try at your own risk. I would recommend something from their sake collection.) I know it was his birthday, but it was still my day. Bottles were flowing, drinks were every which way, and all I could think about was that Nathan called me today. I mean I was having a great time with my friends, table service was lovely, and I was looking fantabulous but Nathan was on my mind. Not in the way that I was going to get back with him but you can’t just throw almost 2 years out the window and pretend like it never happened. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea though, I don’t want to reconcile, I just want closure. I appreciate the phone call and congratulations but I still had some unanswered questions that needed to be answered. Well, the next day will be my Graduation Cookout, get ready for a hell of a story on what happened with that………………