Day 2 With Mr. T (Part 2)

Friday continued.....

I got up to take a shower, since it was evident my growling stomach wasn't going to stop anytime soon if I didn't get some food in me.  As I was toweling off I heard him holler from the kitchen "Do you like a little bagel with your cream cheese? Or a little cream cheese with your bagel?'

Umm.. what?

"Lots and lots of cream cheese.. I don't even want to see the bagel.  But.. umm.. why?'  He didn't answer me, or if he did, I didn't hear him.  A few minutes later after I had thrown on some clothes I had just walked out of the 'dressing area' (yes.. his house had a dressing area, that was outside of the bathroom, and not quite the bedroom, but had a sink and large vanity to sit at.. idk why..), walking through the master bedroom when he met me at the door, "Your breakfast is ready'.

Huh?

I looked at him puzzled and walked into the living room. There, at the coffee table, sat my bagel with extra cream cheese and a glass of Ocean Spray Cran-Grape juice.  He listened.  I had told him once, back in early Dec. that that was my favorite breakfast food and he remembered.  I hadn't ever mentioned it again.. and after all that time.. he remembered.  I know it's probably stupid to gush over something like that, but I did.  I mean hell.. ya'll have read about my past guys.. none of them would or had ever remembered some small detail like that... anyway..

We sat side-by-side eating our bagels while discussing where we were going to go that day.  There had been an ice sculpture competition the weekend before a few towns over (Cripple Creek) and they were still outside on display.  Also, about an hr away in the opposite direction was the town 'South Park".  Yes.. the town that the cartoon is made after.  I'm not a big fan of the show anymore, I used to watch it all the time back when it 1st came out, but I couldn't go all the way to Colorado, and be only an hour from the place and not check it out.  They still have a lot of working gold mines there so we thought we'd check those out too.

We finished breakfast, he showered, I finished getting ready and we headed out. He has the cutest little dog.. a mini schnauzer named Rambo who loves car rides and I asked to take him with us.   That dog took an immediate liking to me from the moment I walked in the house.  If we were home, he was curled up on the couch next to me, if we were in bed, he was curled up at my stomach or side. Even though there was a doggy door in the laundry room for him to go out and do his thing, he'd sit at my feet and bark at me until I went out with him.  So darn cute!!  Anyhow....

We waded through the 7 inches of snow to get to his car and we were on our way.  The sights were beautiful.  Old towns, lots of cattle and... llamas.  Yes.. llamas.  They were just there, mixed in with the cows.  When I had first saw one, from a long distance out, standing next to a cow, I asked 'wtf is wrong with that cow?' as I pointed out the window.  Mr.T laughed so hard I thought he was going to stroke out.  "That isn't a cow, baby.  That's a llama.'

"A what? Did you just say llama?"

"Yes.. llama and there's nothing wrong with it. That's what they look like'.

"Huh.. who would have thought they'd be so funky looking in real life..'

We continued our hour drive as he pointed out different things along the way.  A national forest, a wolf sanctuary, more llama farms, an alpaca farm, herds of wild, free running horses and even some mountain goats.  You know the big white ones, with the beard.. the ones that you hear about that climb all the way up a mountain and perch on a small small stone and just stand there? Yea.. those.  They were magnificent to see.  So were the wild horses.  It was just overall awesome to see nature like that.  In Florida, the only 'free' thing you see are birds, gators and manatees. 

As we drove it started to snow again.  I was staring out the window, lost in the beauty of untainted land when I felt him grab my hand.  I looked down then up at him, he was staring out the windshield to the road, but he smiled and cut his eyes in my direction.  I smiled back and gripped his hand tighter.

"I love seeing the wonder in your eyes when you look out there.  It's like watching a child see something wonderful for the first time."

I couldn't help but blush as I turned back towards my window.  "It truly is a beautiful place and the falling snow just makes it look much more magical.'

We drove in silence for awhile, just enjoying the views and each other.  It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was calm and relaxing and just felt right.

"We're almost there.  When I make this turn coming up, look at the small billboard they made as you enter the town on the left... but also look to the right just after that.  They have life-sized wooden cut outs of the kids from the show.'  And they did! The billboard had "Welcome to South Park" written on it and the font and colors were just like the show.  The cut outs were right on, looking exactly like them.  It was a small town, only had about 8 streets.  But they did have a section that the historical society had kept preserved over the years.  Apparently it used to be a big area for miners to live back during the gold rush.  It was really cool to see, all that captured history from years and years ago.  To see the people walking around, knowing that their ancestors once walked those same streets back in the late 1850-1860's. We stopped and read a short history of the town, finding out that South Park was one of the first cities to be populated by whites (in 1860), as it was only Indians up until then, and was bleak of any buildings.  (O.K...yes.. I'm kind of a history nerd lol)  We continued to drive a little further and they still had the original mining buildings.  It looked as though someone had just closed up shop, minus some broken windows.  The chutes were still there, the filtering buildings and all it's equipment, just half-haphazardly left as if they had just gone to lunch and would be back soon.  It baffled me that no one had torn anything down to make way for new mining buildings.  They had instead, built new buildings with newer equipment just up the mountain some.  We parked and watched rows of trucks leave the filtering buildings, go down the mountain, into the mines and come back loaded to the rim.  They had high rise cables with buckets carrying more rock and gold from the mines up to the building and back again.

Mr. T didn't rush me.  He leaned back in his seat, held my hand and watched them with me.  Every once in awhile I'd glance over at him and he'd look back at me and smile.  He was so patient.  He never asked "Are you ready to go yet" or anything.  He just sat there with me.  The more time I was spending with him, the more I was falling for him.. I just kept fighting it.

Finally, I told him we could leave and continue on our tour.  We doubled back and headed to Cripple Creek (another city that was 1 of the 1st to be populated by whites during the gold rush), where the ice sculptures were.  That was an hr and a half drive, going past his house and heading South.  We had come here for dinner the night before, but it was dark and there was more things to see in the daylight.  Little bed and breakfasts up on top of mountains, with gorgeous views.  Places to pull over with look outs into the valleys down below.   It had stopped snowing so the visibility was much better.  We made it to Cripple Creek, found a place to park and walked the main street.  I say 'main street' because it was the only street that had businesses on it.  The surrounding streets were residential.  We held hands as we walked and I took some pictures.  The sculptures were amazing! Such detail! And they were huge!!  It was pretty cold out and I had forgotten my coat in the car so we decided to duck into the general store to warm up some.  (yes... general store.  As in.. a 1 stop shop.. the closest thing the town had to a grocery store, clothes store and well.. just general stuff.  The only thing it didn't have was gas pumps)  We spent a good hour in there acting like children.  I put on a 'Little House on the Prairie' bonnet and he wore something that resembled  a cross between Daniel Boone and a traditional mountain man hat (it was big, furry and had fur ear flaps) while we walked around the shop.  We got stares from the locals.  We got questionable glances from the workers.. but we didn't care.  We were having a wonderful time just acting silly.  We walked up a short flight of stairs and adorned fur coats.  Not those glamorous fur coats rich people wear.  These fur coats still had animal heads on them for hoods.  While I was trying to pick out a boa to add to my ensemble, he came up behind me, turned me around, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard.  So hard in fact, that I lost by breath for a second.

"My... my.. Mr. Boone.  Aren't WE feeling a little frisky"  I giggled.

"Hmm.. yes" he whispered against my ear "I don't if it's the Laura Engels bonnet, or the dead animal you're wearing, but I can't help but want to bend you over this stack of boas and take you right here, right now"

And with that, we both busted out laughing.  We received a dirty look from the lady behind the counter and decided to cool down before we got thrown out.  I quickly kissed him one more time and took off back down the stairs.  Around the corner from those stairs was another flight of stairs that lead to a bottom level.  I gave him a wink and a 'come get me' smile and took off down the steps.  There was a table in the middle of the room that had random items and I ran around it as he chased me.  I made it back to the stairs, trying to get back up before he caught me but my foot slipped off the first step and I went to catch myself with my hands before I fell.  I didn't need to, he was just there.. behind me and caught me before I fell all the way down.  I felt him press himself tight against my ass and I could tell he was hard.  For a moment I didn't move, just stayed in that same position, trying to figure out what I should do.  He worked across the street, just about everyone knew him, so I didn't want to get him in any trouble.  Deciding on keeping it kind of mild, I just rubbed my ass against his hard dick a few times then straightened up and turned to face him.  He kissed my lips gently, then kissed my forehead and said "Come on.. lets get outta here."  I went and put our hats and coats back where they belonged because he said he needed to purchase something.  I didn't ask what, it wasn't my business.  By the time I was finished, he was checked out and ready to leave.  We walked back to the car holding hands.  We drove around Cripple Creek some, and there was more old and new gold mining operations.  It was fascinating to me.

We had started to get tired and decided to head back to the house to take a nap before going to dinner.  We had reservations at steak place at 7 so we had plenty of time.

At the house, we changed, laid on the couch together and took a nap for a few hours.  I woke up to feeling his hard dick pressing against my ass.  He seemed like he was still asleep, his eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and steady.  I laid there wondering if I should make a move or get up.  I decided to let him sleep, since he would be the one driving at night, in the snow, and I had woken him up pretty early that morning.  I started to slowly sit up but I woke him and he tightened his arm around me.  I rolled over to face him and laid my head against his chest while my hand made it's way down to his waistband.  His breathing quickened and became shallow.  I kissed his bare chest and linked my legs with his.  His hand crept down and under my panties.

"Wow.. you're already so wet" he remarked as he played with my clit.

I moaned in agreement as I continued to kiss and lick his chest while I slipped my hand inside his boxers.  I stroked him slowly, more caressing than trying to give him a hand job.  He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his, making me spread my legs.  I pushed his boxers down as he pulled off my panties.  We made out like 2 teenagers.  We took our time touching and caressing.  I finally asked him to fuck me and he didn't waste any time.  My 1 leg was still draped over his hip, we were both still on our sides facing each other on the couch when he entered me. I felt him grab his dick to guide it in me and once he was done, his thumb flicked my clit over and over gently keeping a rhythm with each push of his dick.  It felt wonderful.  I got lost in the sensations and came.  It didn't take him too long to cum.  He stopped flicking my clit and held me tight, going in so deep and barely pulling out, going faster and faster.  We came within seconds of each other and laid there panting.  He lifted his head to look at the clock, and it read 6:23pm.  We had exactly 7 min to get up, cleaned up and dressed if we were going to make our 7pm reservations.  We both jumped up quickly, almost too quickly cus we both kind of stumbled, he went into 1 bathroom and I went into another to clean up, met back in the master bedroom, threw back on our clothes from earlier and was heading to the door putting our shoes on.

On the way he asked me to try and call the restaurant to tell them we might be a few minutes late, however in the middle of a mountain we didn't have any reception.  We pulled into a parking spot at 7pm sharp and hightailed it to the door.  The parking lot and alley was covered in ice and we both almost slipped about 4 times.  We ran inside and made it to the hostess counter by 7:05.  He apologized to the woman, whom he knew since they worked for the same company (he's the IT Director for a company that owns 5 casinos on the strip, as well as 3 restaurants and a hotel), she smiled, said it was fine and showed us to our table.  Once we finally sat down and could relax, we both just kind of stared out at nothing.  When the waitress arrived to take our drinks, she snapped in front of his face "heeellooooo Mr.T.. you awake?' and laughed.  He jerked back his attention to her and laughed with her.  "Sorry.. guess we were zoning for a minute.. I'd like a Pepsi and she'll have a Mt. Dew" he said and he nodded in my direction.  She left to get our drinks while we tried to figure out what we were going to eat.

After ordering our steaks, sides and him a salad and me soup, she left to put our order in.  Neither of us said much.  We just sat there zoning.  I think the lack of sleep, mixed in with all the sex was making us super tired.  At one point he reached across the table and took my hand.  We still didn't talk much, just sat in a comfortable silence.  Our courses started to arrive but by the time the steaks came, we were both too full to eat.  We got boxes for the left overs and waited for the check.  The waitress came by to gather our plates and informed us that the manager said the meal was taken care of.  We both asked the waitress to thank the manager for us and we left.

At the house, we didn't waste time changing and was back on the couch, laying the same way as before.  On our sides, him behind me and his arm draped over my waist.  I'm not exactly sure what time it was, but I was woken up to feeling cold air behind me.  When I 1/2 opened my eyes, I saw him walking around the coffee table heading towards the bedroom.

"Where you going?" I asked, knowing I sounded like a whiny child.  But I couldn't help it.  When I realized he was gone, a feeling came over me that the only way I could describe it was feeling alone and empty and a little... scared?? I guess?? It wasn't a scared feeling b/c I felt strange being alone in his house, because I didn't.  I felt very at home there.  It was more of a don't leave me feeling.  Like I couldn't stand to be away from him.  Had I been more awake and more aware of what I was saying, I probably wouldn't have said anything at all.  It's not like me AT ALL to act or feel clingy.  But I hated the feeling of not having him close.

He came back and kissed me on the forehead, "I wasn't going far love, was just going to get the bed ready."  I looked up at him, with what I can only assume looked like a sad puppy b/c he chuckled and said "You wanna go with me?", I nodded, he took my hand and led me to bed.    I immediately crawled into bed and was already asleep by the time he came back in from turning off all the lights and the TV in the other room.  I woke up only for a second when I felt him lay down and snuggle up behind me, but quickly drifted back off to sleep.

I was warm and comfortable and felt safe right were I was.

I heard him whisper "J?" and and I grunted a yes.. but I didn't hear his reply, I was fast asleep.

Day 3 coming soon :)

Oh and if I can do it correctly, there should be some pics down here somewhere.  Not really in any order but you'll see some of the ice sculptures :)

One of the older mining buildings:

Just some of the ice sculptures

 

View from the bedroom window

Day 2 with Mr. T (part 1)

Friday: 2/22/13

**Before I continue with this post, I need to give you a little history about him.   He has what I labeled 'marathon man' syndrome lol.  He has a history of having sex for hours and not cumming.  The first time he hooked up with his late wife, they had sex pretty much for 4 days straight and he didn't cum until the very last night.  She wasn't the only time either.  Even in his younger days, he said it happened a lot back then too.  He doesn't know why, but it's always been that way, especially with someone new.  Once the 'seal' was broken though, he normally doesn't have any problems.  Well, the night before, he didn't finish.  But at least he warned me so I didn't take it personally.  However, it DID become like a small little challenge for me.  To see how soon I could get him to cum.  I wanted it to be sooner than 4 days.**

I woke up the next morning to being completely entangled with someone else's body and sheets in the absolute darkness.  I leaned over to look at the clock.  It was 3:30am.  Wait.. WHAT?  Why was I wide awake at 3:30am?  I mean, I know there was a 2hr time difference but shit, I don't even wake up at 5:30am at home!

I quietly slid out of bed (and by slid I mean I slid to the side then fell off cus his bed is so high that I couldn't reach the ground from how I was laying).  He heard the 'oomph' as I fell, and he shifted, but didn't say anything.  I tip-toed out of the room and down the hall to 1 of the other bathrooms so I wouldn't bother him.  I also grabbed a drink and my cigarettes and sat in the living room replaying the events from just a few hours ago.  I couldn't believe that this man, who is old enough to be my father, totally fucked me like no other ever has.  I was both baffled and amazed.  I finished my cigarette, realized I was freezing and went back to bed.  He was awake and apparently heard my little stumble cus he asked if I was ok, with a slight chuckle in his voice.  I shoved him as I laughed and climbed back in bed.  He pulled me close, his body curved around mine.  The heat coming off him warmed my back while we spooned. 

As they say.. spooning leads to forking.. and forking we did.

It didn't take long for his hands to start wondering again.  Those soft, feather-like fingers found the perfect spot right away and it was only a matter of minutes before I was cumming. He moved down on the bed some so he could enter me.  We ended up with me laying the correct way on the bed (on my back) and him laying across it on his side, with my legs draped over his hip.  It was a great position for him to get in deep, at a different than normal angle, and still be able to play with my clit.  Let me tell you, just by rotating him 1/2 a turn, it made everything feel completely different and new all over again.   Why hadn't I ever tried this position before?!? If I did, I sure didn't remember it feeling this awesome.  His magic fingers and beautiful dick had me cumming over and over again.  I didn't think I could cum any more, but I did.  I lost count the amount of times.  At least another 1/2 hr passed and I just couldn't take it anymore.  My body was exhausted.  Muscles hurt that I didn't even know COULD hurt.  I was thirsty, apparently dehydrated, and if he hadn't said something about taking a break, I would have.  We disentangled and he went to get us something to drink.  Thankfully, I could move this time.  Wasn't easy but I could do it.  My legs felt like cook spaghetti, and when I tried to sit up I got dizzy.  I stopped trying and just rolled over onto my stomach.

I heard him come back into the room and he laid back down.  As he rolled over, 1/2 on top of me, and kissed my back he asked if I wanted some water.  I tried to sit up again, but again got dizzy so I just took a sip still on my stomach and gave it back.  We laid there in silence for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word, as he rubbed my back and played with my hair.  I was lost in my thoughts.  Lost in the euphoria of the sex.. lost in the mental pictures that were replaying in my head.. lost in the 'now what's' that I couldn't help but think about.

I must have been zoning for awhile because I finally heard 'Earth to J..? Did you fall back asleep?'  I sighed, and rolled over to face him.  He had a smile that covered his face.  "OH.. so you ARE awake.  Good morning baby.  Do you want to go have a cigarette? Or stay in here a little longer?'  He asked as he kissed my forehead.  I couldn't help but smile back.

'Hmm.. a cigarette does sound nice.. let's go" And we did.  I threw on a long shirt and followed him out to the living room.  As we smoked, we chatted about what the weather was going to be like that day (cold and snowing of course), what we wanted to do, and if we were going to go out for breakfast or eat there first.  It was so early still, we decided to wait a bit before go anywhere so we snuggled on the couch and watched T.V.

Around 7:30am, as we snuggled and cuddled on his overstuffed leather couch, hands started wondering again.  He started kissing my neck and ran his fingers down my back.  I shifted, and wiggled, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I moved off the couch to kneel on the floor practically ripping his pants off of him.  I hadn't yet given him head, hell up until this point, I hadn't even SEEN his dick since the 1st 2 times it was in the dark.  As I shoved his boxer briefs down and his dick was revealed, by eyes got huge and I froze for just a second.  No wonder he had a hard time getting in!! He was so much thicker than I realized.  So thick in fact, that I had a hard time getting my mouth around him.  But, as they say, I put my big girl panties on, pulled out my proverbial bag of tricks and gave it my all.  I touch, licked and sucked.  I played with his balls (I still don't really get why guys love that so much...???)  I ran my tongue from taint to tip.  His back was arching and he was pawing for me.. trying to touch and grab and rub anything he could.  The noises he was making told me he was thoroughly enjoying it and that made me smile.  But I still had a challenge to overcome.  Literally.  My goal was to not let 1 more sexcapade  go without him cumming.  I moaned with him in my mouth, I hummed, I shifted so he could finger me, I made sure I could look up at him and have him watch me take him in my mouth.  His whole body began to tense. His words became inaudible, just moans now and I knew he was close. 

"Do you want to finish this here? Or in your room?' I asked.

Without saying a word, he sat up, grabbed me by the hand and led me back to his bed.  We quickly finished undressing and both jumped on the bed.  I started to lay down, fully expecting him to get between my legs.  And he did.. but not to fuck.  He spread my legs and within seconds I felt his tongue flicking against my clit.  That first sensation of his hot wet tongue on me made me cum and he kneeled, draping my legs over his shoulder.  I felt him enter me and it felt like the 1st time all over again.  He felt bigger and thicker somehow, but I wasn't complaining.  I was enjoying it immensely.  After a few minutes he let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling me tight against his chest.  We were so pressed together you couldn't even place a post-it in between us.  It may have been -2 degrees outside, but we were both sweating and panting like it was 200 degrees in that house.
Between moans, he would kiss my neck or nibble my ear and tell me how good I felt.  He was like a jackhammer.. pounding me into the bed and I loved it.  I didn't need to tell him harder or faster.. it was just perfect.  His pelvic bone rubbed my clit perfectly and I was cumming again.  He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pressing me to both him and the bed.  Just as I was recovering from the last orgasm, I hear him, at first softly then getting louder "Oh god.. oh fuck.. Ohhhhh gooooddddddd.. we gotta stop for a minute.. it's too soon.. not yet.. I can't cum yet'

"No baby.. I want you to come. It's not too soon... cum.. cum when you're ready.. I'm about to cum again too..' I replied as I bit his shoulder and starting cumming again myself. And with that, 2 more pushes and I felt him cum.  His whole body tensed, then shook, as he more roared than moaned.  But yet.. he kept going and I came right after.  He collapsed on top of me and all you could hear was our heavy breathing.  We stayed that way for awhile and probably would have longer had I not started to giggle.

"And what are you laughing at?" he asked, probably slightly worried...

"Looks like the marathon man can hang up his cape now' I laughed some more.

As he rolled off of me, he laughed and said 'Yea.. I guess you're right! Damn! It's never taken me this short of time before.  Wtf did you do?"

We laid there and laughed and enjoyed some post-sex cuddling as we continued to make cheesy references to his marathon man retirement.

I was ready for a nap but my stomach started growling.  Guess it was time to start getting ready to head out for the day.

Continuation of Day 2 in next post!! :)

Day 1 with Mr. T

Thursday 2/21
I had an 8am flight, which meant I had to get up around 3am to get ready and get to the airport by 6am. By 6pm Wed evening, I was already in bed waiting for my sleeping pill to kick in.  Mr. T and I texted back and forth a few times, both saying how excited we were and by 630 he wished me sweet dreams and I went to sleep.  I woke up every 1/2 hr from midnight til 230am when I finally said screw and it got up.  It wasn't my nerves waking me up, it was that I had slept longer than I normally do and I just wasn't sleepy anymore.  So I shot him a quick text to say I was up and got ready to go.  We continued chatting until about 5am, he went to bed and I left for the airport.

I still wasn't nervous.

The flights were fine and when I made my connecting flight, I texted him again and gave him an update that my arriving flight was delayed about an hr. but soon enough, I was taxing in to the terminal.

I still wasn't nervous.

The airport in Colorado Springs was small.  VERY small.  So small in fact, that large plans did not fly into there, you had to take a 'puddle jumper' from a larger airport.  So small, that from the terminal to the common area on the other side of security was less than a 5 min walk, and that's walking slow.  I know because I was lol.  As I came up the ramp to the common area, I had my phone in my head, reading a text from a friend and thinking, "God.. I hope I recognize him.  I hope he looks like he did in his pics'.  I happened to look up, well.. needed to look up cus I almost ran into someone lol,.. and then I saw him standing against a railing about 20 ft. away and I froze.  I recognized him instantly.  He DID look exactly like he did in all his pics.  He recognized me instantly as well and took 1 step away from the railing.  We both just stood there, staring at each other.  Neither one of us moving any closer.  Just stood there smiling.  Finally, we both started walking at the same time towards each other then stopped again about 6 inches apart.  Him looking down at me smiling, and me looking up at him doing the same thing.

And still, I never got nervous.

We stood that way for what seemed to be forever, but really, it was just long enough for the area to clear out from the other passengers.  We briefly hugged and started walking towards baggage claim.  We were chatting non-stop like 2 old friends who hadn't seen each other in a very long time.  It was nice. It was comfortable, even though there was just a slight bit of awkwardness.  While we waited for my luggage, we went out to smoke since I hadn't had one since about 6am that morning and I was dying for one.  When those sliding doors opened and the gust of cold air hit me, I thought I was gonna fall over lol.  The wind was strong, it was only 19 degrees out and there was about a foot of snow on the ground.  I had packed my coat in my checked bag and holy shit, within 3 min. I lost feeling in my hands.  Did that stop me from smoking? Fuck no. But I did suck it down fast and rush back inside.

Thankfully my luggage was there and we left.  He told me to stay put and he'd go get the car.  (So nice of him, cus I really wasn't looking forward to walking all the way to the car in the snow lol.  Airport was small, parking lots weren't)  He was back within a few minutes, put my luggage in the car and helped me inside.  As we drive back to his house (which was a 2hr drive), we stopped at a drive-thru for food cus I was starving.  (Did ya'll know they don't offer meals anymore on flights? And if you want a snack, even a damn little bag of nuts, you have to pay for them?? WTF?)

During the ride home, there wasn't any holding hands, caressing, anything.  He'd occasionally place his hand on my arm when he'd talk, but it wouldn't stay there for more than a few seconds.  As we drove, he'd point out special things of interest like the Llama farms, what mountain was what, the wolf sanctuary, etc. The conversation never staled, and even during silences, it still wasn't awkward like 'Wtf do I say or talk about now??'.  It was peaceful and nice and quickly becoming very comfortable.  Again, like 2 old friends reuniting.  As I slumped down in the seat, just staring out the window at the snow covered mountains as we drove, I couldn't stop the smile that kept forming on my lips.  I was happy.  Not that superficial, surface happy.  But, the kind that you just can't stop smiling.  The kind that you feel deep down.  The kind that gives you butterflies. 

We finally arrived at his house and his 9 yr old grandson was there.  I was more nervous about meeting him than I was about meeting Mr. T lol.  The boy was so sweet and polite, I had to do a double take just to make sure he wasn't a 30 yr old midget.  We said our hellos and he went back to watching TV while Mr. T gave me the tour of the house.  I won't bore you with the details, but will only highlight on a few things.  The view from the backside of his house was wonderful.  It was full of windows and french doors so no matter where you were, you got to see the trees and mountains with an unobstructed view.  Up at 9,000 ft there was more snow here than at the airport down in the city, so everything was covered in a thick, fluffy white blanket.  His house has a wooden deck on 3 sides, and at the back of the house, directly in the center, the deck goes straight out about 60 feet and ends at a gazebo that is about 20 ft. off the ground.  Had it not been 10 degrees out (the higher you go, the colder it gets!) with a wind chill of zero, I would spent some time out there.  Not to mention, the inches of snow it was covered by lol. 

About a hr after we got there, he left to take the boy to his other grandma's house, which is a 2 1/2 hr round trip, and I decided to take that time to unwind and get comfy.  We had dinner reservations at 730 so I had plenty of time to relax before getting ready. While I was there, I also had to do some homework but he told me to just bring a jump drive, I'd have plenty of comps to work on there.  What I didn't expect, was for him to buy a mini netbook for me that I had been eyeing but couldn't afford to buy just yet.  So right before he left, he presented it to me.  I didn't know what to say, other than Thank You.  That seemed like not enough, but we hadn't gotten to the 'kiss him deeply as a ty' yet either.  I gave him a hug and waved goodbye as he left. I spent the next 2 hrs playing with my new little laptop that I named Mabel (don't laugh, I name all my electronics) and had just finished getting ready when he pulled back up. 

We had a lovely dinner, talking about anything and everything.  Earlier, before I flew in, we had talked about walking around after dinner looking at all the little shops, the ice sculptures and anything else we passed along the way, but it was getting colder by the minute and started to snow again.  By this time, I was getting pretty tired so we just decided to call it a night and head back to his house.  The 30 min drive was equally as impressive as everything else I'd already seen.  2-lane country roads winding through and around mountains, open fields of just pure white snow surrounded by ranches and cattle.  It really looked like a scene out of a movie. 

As soon as we got back, I headed for a shower and came back to relax on the couch for a few minutes while I smoked.  We chatted and laughed, and when I stretched by back he asked if it was hurting.  "Just achy.. from sitting so much today' I told him.  It was then, that he finally decided to really touch me and gave me a backrub.  I was so exhausted, with a back rub and now with a full belly, it was definitely nap time.  He had no objections when I asked if he minded if I went to bed, and he decided to join me.  Up until this time, the back rub was the extent of our touching.  I didn't know how it was going to go, all I knew was that I wasn't going to make the 1st move.  I slid into the bed, and he came into the room right after.  Turning off the light as he took off his shirt and slid in beside me.  Before I had come, he told me he wanted to rub my back or play with my hair until I fell asleep.  He also knew that I don't sleep in anything but undies, but as I had laid down, he saw that I didn't take my shirt off.  What he DIDN'T see was that when he switched off the light, I slid off my shirt and tossed it on the floor so when he rolled near me and went to rub my back, I heard 'Are you naked???' I laughed and said 'No.. I still have underwear on' lol. Ok.. so maybe I was sort of making the 1st move...

The back rub was nice and relaxing and I started to feel weightless as I drifted off.  Then it happened.. he stumbled across that spot on my back that when fingers lightly graze it.. or when kissed, it sends a direct signal down to my pipes involuntarily.  Automatically, I rotated my hips.  He rubbed some more then did it again.. I rotated again.   A few more times and I was soaking wet, and couldn't stop the moans.  That was his que.. and he took it. 

His hand slowly made its way down to my ass, slowly caressing, as he leaned in and kissed my back, neck and shoulders.  His hands wondered under my panties and further down.  Each time he touched me, I moaned more.  When his fingers danced across my most sensitive parts I gasped.  They were like feathers.  So soft and gentle.  (unlike The Indian Chief's freakin daggers.)  Within seconds I was cumming.  He pushed my legs up so that I my ass was in the air and crawled down the bed.  I felt his tongue roll over my clit and it sent shivers down my spine.  His tongue was eager but his fingers were still gentle.  He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me against his face, then fingering me with 1 hand and running his nails down my spine with the other.  My back arched and I came again.  And again.. and again.  He definitely knew his way around.  SOMEONE had definitely taught him a few things, and I was grateful for that.  I had come about 6 times since we started and he didn't even show signs that he was ready to stop but I wanted him in me.

He had sent me a pic before as a joke cus I said I wanted a pic with a ruler to see how long he really was.  In that pic, the ruler was laying across the top of him so I didn't see his width but at almost 7 inches even, I didn't think too much about it. However, what I was thinking about, at that very minute, was how in the past I have found that if a guy is great with his tongue, the sex usually isn't the best.  They either lack technique or their dick is just in general disappointing....  

He sat up on his knees and began to push inside me.  It wouldn't go.  We both readjusted and tried again.  Still wouldn't go.  Instantly, I knew why.  He was too thick.  Like 'holy fucking shit man.. wtf you got down there? A baby's arm??' type thick.

I told him to hold on as I rolled over onto my back and to try again.  This time it worked.  He had to go slow, at a snails pace, but it worked and OMG.  It was a hurt-so-good pain.  He was finally all the way inside and paused.  My insides were quivering around him, I couldn't help it, he felt so good.  He pulled out half way, then back in, out and back in again, going so slow.  'Faster' I whispered to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he listened. 

The pace was perfect, fast and hard.  He straightened his back and as he pushed in harder and faster, he reached down and began playing with my clit again.  I came within minutes.  He kept going and I came again.  At one point, I had to push his hand away because just the slightest touch and I was convulsing.  He leaned back down, wrapped his arms around behind me, pulling me tight against him and continued to pound me.  The head of his dick was bouncing off my G-spot and I had a full on, full body orgasm.  The kind that makes you thrash around, grabbing anything you can, biting anything in front of you, your upper body bouncing off the mattress and you screaming.  No words, just screaming in pleasure.  In my ear, he's whispering 'Yea baby.. let it go.. oh god you feel so good'.  The orgasm lasted forever and I, for the 1st time ever during sex, squirted.  He kept fucking me hard and fast, riding me through it.  When it was over, I collapsed.  I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, I couldn't think, I couldn't speak.  My body felt like it weighed 2 tons, but at the same time I felt like I was floating.  I had a glazed over look in my eye and when I finally looked up at him, he was smiling.  He pulled out and laid beside me, pulling me close.  I still hadn't moved 1 inch.  My arms had fallen on the bed beside me, my legs were still bent. 

I passed out. I remember him saying something as I was not attempting to fight the sleep, but I didn't remember or comprehend what it was. 

I had fallen into a sex coma and I was happy.

Jamaica Pt. 2

Mel and I changed into long t-shirts and got comfortable on the patio. We had the best view! Our hotel came out of the side of a mountain and overlooked the ocean. It was perfect and I never wanted to leave.

Mel started telling me her story: After they left our room, they headed down to the dance club and had a few more drinks. He was normally the bartender there, but he had the night off. The club was pretty empty since it was so late. There were a few still left, nursing a beer or 2, tryin' to hit on the single ladies hoping to get some action. Mel and Cuba Gooding, Jr.'s mini-me drank, danced, flirted.. then drank and flirted some more. He showed her around the club.. though I don't really see what there was to actually 'show' her. It was a club.. it had a bar, a dance floor, tables.. and upstairs more tables and chairs. Simple. I saw the club the following night.. there wasn't anything special about it. Not to me anyway.

Apparently I didn't get the same 'tour' as she did. Her tour consisted off basically the same thing.. bar, dance floor, upstairs.. tables, chairs.. sex on the stairs. Yep! You read that correctly. On the STAIRS! In the middle of a club.. that was STILL open! STILL had ppl in it! Ok.. I've been adventurist but wow.. not that much! I don't really like ppl *watching* me have sex... well.. not unless I plan on inviting them to join eventually. She gave me the 'dirty' details, which I will spare you since it's her story (and privacy). I also shared my story and we sat up past the sunrise laughing, comparing men, details and smoking more cigarettes than we should have.

I woke up hot, stiff and confused. Where the fuck was I and why was I so damn hot. Did the A/C bust in the room? They were SOOOO gonna fix that ASAP or we were changing rooms. And why was it so goddamn bright? Didn't I tell Mel to shut the blinds before going to bed? Wait.. DID we ever go to bed?? I finally opened my eyes. Nope. We were STILL sitting in those plastic shitty chairs on the balcony. It was bright as hell out.. my head started instantly pounding.. I was sweating thru the t-shirt and my body was locked in the sitting position. I tried to call Mel to wake her up too.. knowing she was gonna be in as much pain as I was but she wouldn't stir. I was stuck in the chair and moving hurt like a bitch. I was able to grab the plastic water bottle I had downed earlier and threw it at her. Surprisingly.. smacking her in the face didn't wake her, but when the bottle hit the wall and slammed to the ground it did. She made the same moans I did, looked just as confused as I did and looked like she was in the same pain. Good.. misery loves company lol.

Eventually we were able to peel ourselves off the chairs and walk.. which looked more like a crab than a human. We finally showered, got dressed and headed down for food. We were so hung over we couldn't even walk straight and I wanted to kill the midget in my head with his stupid hammer. The rest of the day we spent napping or down at the pool. By nightfall we were feeling better and went back down to the pool as we heard some people our age partying. Shortly after getting there, we struck up a conversation with some trucker that was down there on vacation. He had a shitload of Jamaican pot on him and asked us if we wanted to smoke together. Of course we said yes and headed up to his room with fresh drinks in our hand. The thought that this guy was some crazy vacation-murdering freak never crossed our minds... thank God he wasn't. We hung out in his room (which was just a few doors down from our room) for a little bit, smoked some, he gave us some as he was leaving the next day and couldn't bring it back with him.

We got up to leave and almost fell right on our faces. We had smoked plenty of 'American' weed before.. but this shit!?!? OMFG We stumbled back to our room, changed clothes and collasped on our beds. I couldn't even tell you what time it was, but the sun was far from coming up.

The next morning I woke up in a puddle of my own drool. Sexy, I know lol. Sitting up made me dizzy and I swore the room was tilted.

I was still stoned. I looked at the clock and it was 2pm. 2-fucking-pm!! WTF?! I just lost like 12 hrs. and was STILL stoned! WTF was IN that weed? I crawled out of bed and went to hers. I had to find out if she was just as fucked up as I was.

She was. We were confused, stoned, hungry and hung over again. Time to sit on the balcony, drink juice (coffee for her), smoke (cigarettes!! not the weed) and figure out our plans for the day.

Jamaica part 1

**This is for SweetCanadian**

Early 2000 my friend, Mel, won tickets for 2, all expenses paid, at an all enclusive resort in Jamiaca. She originally was taking her live-in boyfriend but about 2 months before the trip they broke up and she asked me to go instead. Her birthday was the day we arrived and we couldn't think of a better way to celebrate her 21st.

August is a HOT month for Florida. The thought of laying beachside or poolside for 5 days, having waiters catering to our every need, unlimited food and great sights sounded like just what we needed.

We arrived on the 24th. Getting from the airport to our hotel felt like it took 6 hrs... but it was probably only 2. As soon as we arrived, we dropped our luggage in the room, changed into bathing suits and flip-flops and ran down to the pool. They had a swim up bar and the drinks were free as well. To say we were pleased is an understatement.

The bar tender was a short, DARK dark skinned guy. He reminded me of a dark Cuba Gooding, Jr. a little bit and he made us laugh. He sang happy birthday to her and kept the drinks coming. His accent was enthralling and her and I both were flirting our asses off.

"Everything iree?" is what he'd ask us. The first few times he said it, her and I would stare at him, glance at eachother and back at him with a 'wtf did you just say?' expression. Apparently that loosely translated to 'everything alright?' or 'everything happy?'. We learned that quickly, as EVERY native said it.

Before we knew it, it was already dark and we were falling off our in the water bar stools. We were exhausted from our trip, very pruny, and decided to grab some food then head back to the room as the pool bar was closing anyway. There was a small food hut close by so we dried off and made our way over. The food hut didn't open for another hour but we knew if we went to the room to change, we wouldn't go back out so we waited. Finally it opened.. and guess who was the cook?? None other than Cuba Jr.'s mini-me. More flirting ensued while we ate. A friend of his, and fellow co-worker.. another bartender, came by to chat with him and sat with us. Mel flirted shamelessly with mini-me as I did the same with the friend, as they kept bringing us more alcohol. Before we knew it, it was 2am, the hut was closing and we were beyond drunk. They asked us to join them in the dance club on site, but I was just too drunk and tired to go. They walked us up to our rooms under the guise of 'making sure you get there ok'. Once there, Mel decides she does want to go dancing, however I stay behind.... with jr's friend. As Mel was leaving, I asked her to call the room before coming back, just 'incase' she would have interupted something.

Within 3 minutes of the door closing, me and jr's friend were all over each other. In the middle of getting naked he decides to tell me that he's married, has a child and has no intentions of leaving them. What a mood killer.... I, as politely as I can while drunk, tell him I don't give a fuck about that, I'm not looking to get married.. I'm not even wanting to see him again after that night, so I really don't give a shit. We continued getting undressed.

What came as a shock to me was how eager he was to go down. A LOT of blk men in America won't do it.. for whatever reason. But he did and it was great. It's his turn to lay down and finish undressing. As his boxers slid off I noticed how large he was, but it wasn't until I actually leaned in to give him head that I saw the VERY sharp curve to his dick. I mean.. the guy seriously could have fucked me from around a corner it was so bent. I know a lot of guys have a curve.. but Jesus Christ this thing looked like it was broken in 1/2. I stopped and looked up at him. He was laying back, posed and ready to recieve as if there was nothing wrong with it. I just shrugged and got to work.

10 min. later he was pulling me up and laid me on my back. The difference in our skin tone was very evident. He was just as dark as jr., if not more, and my pale milky skin looked like it glowed next to him.

I felt him near my opening, trying to enter. The head of his dick was so large it felt like a giant shiitake mushroom. I couldn't help but pull away, pushing up toward the headboard. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back. Thankfully he took his time. He slowly picked up pace and within a minute or two my back was arching and I was grabbing at the sheets. He flipped me over and we tried doggy. It was even better. It didn't take long before we were both sweating, panting, and collasping on the bed. After a 20 min break, we started again.

Mel called in the middle of that one and I asked her to give us 20 more min. and call back. She sat at 1 of the bars.. yes.. drinking some more. After 20 min., she called back but we still weren't done. I asked her to give us 10 more min. After 30 min. of straight fucking, surely this guy would cum again? Right?? Wrong.... After the 3rd time she called, I told him he had 5 more min... if he didn't cum by then, too bad. I guess the pressure worked b/c it didn't even take him that long. She knocked on the door a few minutes later as I was grabbing his clothes and attempting to shove him out the door. Mel and him exchanged glances and a nod, he left, she came in and shut the door.

"OMG! You're never gonna guess what I just did!" She exclaimed

I had a pretty good idea since she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. We decided to grab our cigarettes, some water and head out to the balcony to exchange stories....

Making Up

Since I was able to get off my chest the things that had been bothering me this whole trip, I was feeling more relaxed. His hands and mouth were helping me with that, too. As his hands reached down to spread my legs, his kisses trailed around my neck and onto my chest. I laid back enjoying the treatment with anticipation of his kisses going all the way down. I reached further down in the bed and found him already hard as a rock. My hand slid slowing up and down stroking his shaft, not wanting to go very fast in case he was close to cumming.

He softly nibbled my neck, making my back arch. I was going to cum already and we had just started. I came once then twice. He was on a streak and I was loving it. I changed positions so that I could be at a better angle to go down on him. As we lay side by side in a 69 position, my body was aching to feel his tongue as I licked and sucked on him.

But it never happened. AGAIN!

He pulled away slightly and I knew he was close to cumming. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the bottom of the head and squeezed, using my other hand to lightly pull his balls away from his body hoping that would slow him down some. I was glad it worked and I lightly flicked my tongue on the tip as I waited for him to get a little soft. I felt him start to relax in my hand so I loosened my hold and began sucking and licking again. I was still waiting for his tongue to touch me.

He was getting close to cumming again and this time he pulled away and repositioned himself so that he could enter me. As I laid on my back in the middle of the bed, I couldn't help but wonder why he STILL hadn't gone down on me.

My thoughts were interupted by him taking charge. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me up by my hips and quickly entered me again. He was doing all the right things, in the right position and at the right pace. He made me cum a few more times with the help of his hands and he came soon after. Thankfully, he didn't last a few seconds like before and we both laid there afterwards very happy.

I decided I'd wait to ask him about his lack of tongue action some other time. I was exhausted and ready to go to sleep.

Eye Candy

It was towards the end of 2002 and while coming back with a friend; Angel from visiting another friend The Trainer (whom I'll post more about later) and his roommate, Angel and I stopped into a 7-11 to grab a drink. She had cotton mouth and I was feeling pretty dehydrated after the nights festivities with The Trainer. Him and I were like friends with benefits more than anything else. We saw each other occasionally but it never went on beyond that, so it didn't stop me from flirting with others.

We were just pulling out of the parking lot of the convenience store when I spotted a tall, dark-skinned black man walking from the gas pumps. He was bout 6 ft tall, thin, shaved head and looked like he was chiseled out of stone. I stopped the car and gave the Eye candy a whistle which prompted a 30minute conversation with him. Angel was getting irritated, her high was coming down and she wanted to go to bed. I exchanged numbers with Eye Candy and we went on our way.

I worked only about 10 minutes away from the 7-11, where he worked as a night manager for a 2nd job. I worked evenings, getting off at 11pm, so every once in a while I'd stop in after work to say hi. 1 evening I stopped in to say hi, and we made plans for the next night. Him, me and Angel would meet up with his friend Cool and just see what would happen. I called Angel to make sure she could make it and went home.

The next night I went over to Angels house about 9pm, agreeing to pick up Eye Candy at 10. For lack of lighting and bad directions, her and I got lost and ended up having him walk down to a corner store so we could find him. Once we arrived, he jumped in, giving us directions on how to get to Cool's house.

We pulled into Cool's driveway about 20 minutes later. This definitely wasn't an area of town 2 middle-class white girls were known to frequent, unless you were looking for some hard core drugs. I was a little nervous about getting out, shot Angel a cautious look, she shrugged and we both exited the car. We made our way up the stairs to Cool's front door, all the while, my stomach churning. I was getting an uneasy feeling, but brushed it off.

Cool answered the door to my surprise, the music emanating from his house was deafening and I was shocked he even heard us. He ushered us in, glancing out the door once before shutting it. Eye Candy plopped down on the couch, I sat next to him while Angel sat on the other side of me. Cool was sliding into a chair to the left of us. I was taking my time looking him up and down, trying to asses him, hoping it would relax me a little. I felt a sharp jab to my ribs from the right and I looked over at Angel like, "What the fuck is your problem???". When I looked at her, she motioned with her head towards the T.V. so I followed her gaze. Porn was playing on the T.V. I looked back at Angel with yet ANOTHER "What the Fuck!" face. We were both thinking the same thing...

"Did they think we were going to have an orgy? Or a gang-bang? Or just rape us both?? Surely they didn't' expect her and I to do anything with each other??!!?"

I leaned into Eye Candy, hoping it would provide some security. Angel asked if she could smoke a cigarette inside but Cool said no, we'd have to go outside. We decided to wait a few minutes and try to engage Cool into conversation, hoping we could try to figure out what he was thinking/planning.

He wasn't a very talkative guy, so her and I gave up on it after only 5 minutes. We excused ourselves to go outside and smoke. We obviously wanted to talk to each other out of earshot of the guys. We grabbed our purses and walked back down the external stairs to stand by her car. We each smoked 2 cigarettes in record time, we were both very nervous. I'm not sure if it was us being naive, or that we kind of enjoyed the adrenaline we had because of feeling like we were in the face of danger, but we decided to stay.

We snubbed out our cigarettes and walked back towards the stairs in hushed conversation. Suddenly, we heard major rustling in the giant tree above us and froze. We didn't know if we should run up the stairs or just jump in the car and leave. She grabbed my wrist, as if I would be able to offer any security. I was just as freaked as she was. Before we had the change to make up our minds, something heavy feel out of the tree just behind us and moaned. We screamed and ran up the stairs holding hands like something was after us. We barged through Cool's front door shaking and out of breath, slamming it behind us. Eye Candy and Cool were just as startled as we were from the noise we had created trying to get inside.

"What the fuck is all that shit about?" Cool asked, obviously irritated.

Angel and I started talking at record speed on top of each other. It was obvious neither guy new what the hell we were saying and Eye Candy tried to get me to calm down. Eventually Angel and I were able to make a comprehensible sentence and as we continued talking Eye Candy got up and looked out the widow. Sure enough, there was a man still half laying on the ground between Angel's car and the stairs. Cool laughed, apparently thinking it was the funniest thing he's ever heard.

"Oh that's just Leroy. He's a major crackhead and always climbs trees when he's high, but is never able to get back down and usually falls" Cool said still laughing. Eye Candy joined in on the laughter, I guess it was pretty funny to see two VERY white girls scared out of their wits by a true crackhead.

Eye Candy could tell I wasn't too happy with him laughing at us and asked if he could talk to me in the other room where it wasn't so loud. I agreed and Cool said we could use the 1st room on the left down the hall to talk. I tried to navigate in the complete darkness with poise, unfortunately, it didn't work and I stumbled on some very small pink shoes.

"Does Cool have kids?" I asked Eye Candy

"Yea, 2 girls. But they live with their mom and only come to visit"

Well, that explained the shoes I feel over. Once we were in the room, Eye Candy turned on a dim light and we tried to talk. The music was still very loud in there so it was hard to hear what he was saying, so I resorted to try reading his lips.

"How many kids do you have?" I mouthed, knowing he couldn't hear me either

"None" He mouthed back, or so I thought.

Before I was able to ask any more questions, he leaned in and kissed me. It was our first kiss and I quickly got into it. Before I realized, we were laying on the mattress, which was on the floor in the center of the room, completely naked. Our hands and mouths were exploring each others bodies. I crawled down between his legs and grabbed his already hardened dick with my hands. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick as his fingers found the right spot to make me moan. I didn't want him to cum from head and I knew he was close so I released his dripping dick from my mouth and looked up at him. With 1 sudden movement, I was on all 4's facing away from the bedroom door as he entered me from behind. We were in a synced rhythm and I was about to cum for the 2nd time when I heard something beside me and what I thought was a 3rd hand rubbing my ass.

Confused because I knew Eye Candy couldn't possibly be THAT flexible or have 3 hands, I turned to see Cool standing in front of me with his hard dick only inches away from my mouth and his hand begin to creep between my legs trying to find my clit around Eye Candy's dick. I screamed and tried to crawl away but Eye Candy had a hold of my hips and all it did was push me flat onto my stomach. Eye Candy slid out of me and I rolled over onto my back. Cool leaned down, grabbed me by the hair and tried to shove his hard dick in my mouth while Eye Candy thought it would be a good time to try to re-enter me. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked directly into Cool's eyes.

"I swear to fucking god, if you even TRY to put that fucking thing in my mouth I'm going to bite it the fuck off! And how are you going to rape me with no fucking dick!"

As I said this, I pulled both of my knees up to my chest and pushed with all my might, hitting Eye Candy in the chest with me feet and sending him falling to his back. Cool looked startled and took a few steps back. Eye Candy swore and got onto his knees.

"What the fuck, Man! Why'd you come in here!?" Eye Candy yelled at Cool. Cool had a confused look on his face but quickly pulled his pants back up and left the room. I sat there staring at Eye Candy for a minute, not sure what to do or what to ask. Finally, after a few seconds, I took in a breath.

"Why did he come in here!? Did you tell him it was O.K.?" I yelled

"No! He asked me if you were down with it, and I said I had no idea. I said I'd see and let him know. I guess he just decided to try?!"

I got off the mattress, found my clothes and got dressed. I was not in the mood anymore, by any means. I flew open the door and stormed out into the living room where I saw Angel sitting in the same spot as I left, but looking a little more scared.

"Angel, we're leaving! NOW!" I didn't even stop to see if she was behind me, I just walked to the door, flew it open and continued down the stairs. I was only on the second step when I realized the crackhead could still be out here and I didn't want to be alone. I heard Angel behind me and we both walked quickly to her car. We both got in, I grabbed a cigarette and Angel just stared at me, waiting for me to tell her either what had happened or where to drive to. There was a knock on my window and I jumped. Eye Candy was standing there looking confused.

"Why are you leaving? Come back inside, I'm sorry what happened. Cool says he's sorry too"

"Fuck Cool. I'm not staying there any more" I look over at Angel, "Do YOU want to stay?". She shook her head no. "Well, we're leaving then. You can either stay or leave with us, but we're leaving now!"

"Yea, give me a second. I'll tell him I'm leaving" and Eye Candy trotted back up the stairs. I could tell Angel was staring at me so I turned to her to ask her what.

"Dude... he had a gun" She whispered

"Who had a gun? Cool? Eye Candy?"

"Cool did. It was on top of his refrigerator. When you and Eye Candy went in the room, he pulled it out and sat it on the arm of the chair while you guys were in there. Then he walked off with it. I didn't know what to do! I tried to listen for yells or screams or shots, but the music was so loud! I couldn't hear anything! When I was about to get up to see if you were O.K. Cool came back out of the room and sat back down. He looked pissed so I didn't say anything to him. I just sat there. I was so scared! Then you came flying out of the room. What happened in there? Did they hurt you??"

I quickly explained what happened in the room and she looked as disgusted as I felt. I also wondered where Cool had the gun while he was trying to violate me. We both counted our blessings that we made it out alive. Her and I had grown tired of waiting for Eye Candy to come back and were just about to leave when he decended down the stairs. The ride back to his house was quiet and I couldn't wait for him to get out of the car. I was still wondering if he had given Cool the O.K. to come in and try, instead of believing his story. We arrived at his house and as he got out, he tried to give me a kiss goodbye. I wouldn't return it, but instead turned my cheek for him to kiss and Angel and I left.

Just as we pulled off his street we both were talking in frantic modes. Going over what had happened from the crackhead in the tree, to when I flew out of the bedroom. We both decided we would NEVER hang out with Cool again. Gun or no gun.