The little Indian Chief

Ok.. this is a long one.. hope you don't mind.  There's a back story then the recent stuff all in 1 post cus I didn't want to break it up... who knows when I'd blog again lol.

I had originally met the Indian Chief in 2004.  I can't remember exactly HOW I met him, but I think it was online somehow? Idk.. anyway.. we started talking and he told me that he was currently married, but in the process of a divorce.  Yes, they still lived in the same house but did not sleep in the same room.  My 1st reaction was to call bullshit on his story.. but I didn't... least not to him lol.  To him, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, to me and others.... yea.. we all agreed it sounded like a typical story.

He was good looking.. tall.. dark brown hair, light green eyes, and a goatee.  Not many indians with green eyes.. but.. who isn't mixed now a days? lol

We met for the 1st time in person at a Wendy's while he was on his lunch break.  Thought it would be the best place and time for an initial meeting.  It was public, it was fast food and he was on his hour lunch, so if it didn't go well, it would at least be over quick. Of course it was awkward at first, but by the time the hour was over, we were joking around and had a good time.  Sadly, I did like him.  We kept in contact often.. he was always calling or texting to say hi and see how I was.  Now, don't get me wrong.. I love an attentive man.. what I DON'T like however.. is a hoverer.  The more we talked, the more he wanted to.  I got to the point where I started not answering his calls or texts right away or at all.  One day, I was at work.. (I worked at a birthing clinic) and I'm at the nurses station drawing blood on a new patient and I get a call from the receptionist.  She tells me I have a visitor and she's sending him back.  Him?!? WHAT?!

Before I hang up, guess who decided to darken my doorway? The Indian Chief.  With flowers.  I was taken back.  I don't like unannounced visitors at work.  I don't think it's appropriate.  Also, this is a OB/GYN/Birthing Center... it's full of women.  I didn't think it was appropriate to have a male visitor at any time.  But.. there he was.. with a bouquet of flowers.  I tried to hide my irritation and told him I'd be with him in a minute after I finished with the lady in front of me.  I instructed him to the kitchen area and told him to wait for me there.  After apologizing to the patient for the interruption.. though she was nice about it and thought it was sweet he brought me flowers... I just rolled my eyes... I finished her up and sent her to the exam room.  I took a few breaths before going in to talk to him because..yeah.. it was nice he brought me flowers.. but I was still pissed he just walked into my place of work. 

I finally joined him in the kitchen and TRIED to seem happy.  It really was a nice gesture.. and he didn't think he was doing anything wrong.  He actually thought he was being thoughtful and romantic.. or some shit like that anyway.  Luckily, the other ppl in the office.. including the Dr. and the office manager, thought it was sweet too and didn't get mad.  I thanked him for the flowers, sat and chatted with him for a bit but had to get back to work and sent him on his way.  I really couldn't get and stay mad at him, he didn't know how I felt about visitors at work.. I had never told him.  Not his fault, it was mine.  All the way home I contiplated what I was going to do.. he was still saying they were in the 'process of divorce' whatever the hell that means. 

The next week or two, he had asked me out to dinner a few times and I was always 'busy'.  (lie lol)  Slowly.. he eventually got the picture that I was pulling away and stopped texting/calling so often.  We would still chat online.. but again.. every so often.  I had finally written him off cus really.. I didn't want to get involved with a married guy and I just didn't buy the 'in the process' bs line. 

He calls me a month later... I dont answer.  He texts me.. says he wants to talk to me.  I don't reply.  He tries to contact me online, I don't answer.  Finally, he sends me a msg telling me his divorce is final and she's moved out.  Now I feel like an ass for not believing him. So, I start talking to him again.  We still haven't gone on a date yet.. but I want to take it slow.  Before we were able to, our area got hit with 3 hurricanes.  1 every 2 wks to the day.  We had a lot of damage to our property, including the roof.  He calls me the next after after the 1st one to see how I am.. I tell him about some of the damage and the roof.  He says he's 'in the area' and he'd come by to help some.  'In the area', huh?  He lives almost an hr away.. wtf is he doing in my area the morning after a hurricane? lol

Anyway, so I tell him.. 'yeah.. ok.. if you want, thats fine'. My parents hadn't met him yet.. my thoughts were.. why bother? He was married.. it wasn't going to go anywhere.  But.. they did that day.  He was awesome.  He pulled up, shook hands with my parents, asked where they needed the help (which was getting on the roof to put tarps down.. since our ladder was in the shed that was now a pancake in the back yard).  He didn't waste any time.  He grabbed his own ladder, grabbed the tarps and nails, and was already on the roof nailing the 1st one into place before my dad was even on his way up the ladder lol.  He stayed awhile helping with anything and everything.  Idk, maybe I'm strange, but it was at that moment that I stopped and really looked at him.  He was such a nice guy, he didn't have to come all this way to help.. but he did.  He didn't have to stay and work out in 105 degree heat for hours to help people he hardly knew.. but he did.  I had decided to really give him a chance.

But it didn't last long.  He quickly became hovering again.  Always wanting my time... always asking me what I was thinking, what I wanted,.. when he could see me again.. just so many damn questions. He'd ask me to come over, I'd give him a 'yeah.. maybe.. what time?' and never show up.  He'd call to see where I was.. I wouldnt' answer.  We went round and round like this for a few more months.  I don't really know why I wouldnt' just tell him to move on.  I don't know why I played stupid games with him.. or why I was such a bitch to him. I can't remember why.  But I was young, well.. kinda young.. I was about 25 or so.  I didn't WANT to see how I was acting.. I just brushed it off. 

During all of this.. we had never had sex.  We kissed.... twice I think? But that was it.  No wondering hands.. no oral.. nothing.  It wasn't even like a real kiss.. but more of a peck on the lips.

We didn't really talk again for almost 3 yrs.  There were occasions where he'd send me a msg online to say hi and ask why I don't talk to him anymore,.. but I wouldnt' answer those either.  6 months later I get a msg that he's getting married.  Call me a total bitch.. but I hated that he was getting married.  I didn't want him.. but now that I knew I COULDN'T have him.. it made me mad.  I wished him the best and closed that chapter of my life.  He was gone. It was over.  No more chances even if I wanted them.

Until 3 yrs later lol.  He IM's me to see how Im doing, whats new.. all the stuff.. says they've hit a rough patch, all they do is fight and he thinks its over.  Then he tries to get me to talk about sex with him.  That's when I stopped the conversation and signed out.  I wasn't going to be used like that. 

Fast Foward to a wk ago......(a little over a yr since the last time we talked)
He IM's me again.. the standard stuff.  What's new.. hows things, blah blah blah.  He's still married.. but (again.. or rather still) going through rough times.  Has been for over a yr now.  I asked, why not get divorced he says they want to, but they own their home together and neither wants to move, but can't sell it either cus no one could afford to buy it right now and they'd have to at least get enough to pay off the mortgage.  (here we go again.. right?.. sound familiar??)  He wants to know why I stopped talking to him before.  Told him the convo I didn't like since he was married, I wasn't gonna be used as his outlet when shit was getting bad at home to just be tossed aside when they worked things out.  We have a nice conversation about that.. talk some things out and I apologize for my behavior over the years.  He tells me that he really liked me, never stopped, and thought that we would still be together had I not acted the way I did.  We talk about his marriage... how they fight all the time and when she gets mad at him she locks him out of the bedroom.  That he's over it.. she acts childish about everything.  About how he's been wanting to go back to school and get a degree in computers but she told him it was a waste of time that he'd never find a job when he was done.  I kinda felt bad for the guy.. she sounds like someone who likes to keep ppl down, instead of lift them up.  He went ahead and enrolled in school anyway and it sent her over the edge because she 'told him not to do it and he didnt' listen' like he's some child.  That's when he moved into the spare bedroom.  She comes home from work, eats and stays in her room all night.  They hardly speak, and when they do it's only fighting.  She'll leave him a list of things to do around the house and hits the fan when he doesn't' do all of them.  She knows he has class on Wed. nights, so she's even gone as far as telling him 'it BETTER be done when i get home from work, I dont care if you have to miss class to do it.'  I didn't believe him.. I mean.. someone can't be THAT nasty, right? He showed me the texts from her.  I was floored.  This bitch needs a slap in the face.

Anyhow.. It had been a while for me.. soooooo.. yes.. i didn't shoot him down when he wanted to talk about sex.  We moved from IM to texting.. then he decided to call me 1 night.  She was home,.. he didn't care.  We talked for 2 hrs.  We decided to meet for lunch yesterday.  He still lives almost an hr away so we decided to meet in the middle at the mall parking lot and go from there.  I'm sitting in the truck waiting on him, reading a book and I hear this loud motor.  I'm thinking.. 'god! ppl and their redneck trucks.. so annoying' and I look up.. and there he is.  It was him.. he's on a motorcycle.  I jump out of the truck and walk over, before I even say hi, he grabs me and kisses me.  Hard. Tongue and all.  I'm like WHOA!!!!!! I started to pull back, but he grabs me by my hair and pulls me in closer.  After a minute he lets me go and i'm all dizzy, out of breath and wide eyed.  He chuckles and tells me he's picked a place for lunch.  I tried to clear my head and ask him where.  He taps the saddle bags on his bike and says he brought it.. we're going to the park.  After another kiss, I jump back in the truck to follow him.  15 min later we pull into a huge park.  There's all different places to park, you can park by the water to fish, park at the camp site or park near the trails where they have picnic tables and bathrooms.  We choose there since there's no one else around to bother us with their kids or rowdy drunks.  We have a nice lunch of sandwhiches, soda, chips and he even brought 'desert'.. a couple of hersey kisses lol.  It may not have been a top notch meal, but it was the thought that counted.  Never had anyone plan a picnic for me before.

After we ate he took me on a ride on his bike.  He only had 1 helmet tho, so he gave it to me and he went without.  We came back to the picnic area a little later and talked.  Then talking turned to kissing.. which turned to touching outside the clothes.. then went to inside the clothes..

We decided it was probably best to move away from there in case anyone pulled up so we went deeper into the trails to continue.. then off the trails a little so we weren't so visible.  He pushed me up against a tree and started to unbutton my pants.  I wrapped a leg around him so it would be easier to get to what he wanted.  After all the playing around at the table, as soon as his fingers touched me I came instantly.  I dropped down to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled him into my mouth.  He teetered back like he was losing his balance,.. so we switched places.. with him now against the tree.  I didn't even get to do it for 30 more seconds when he told me he was about to cum.  He pulled me up, reached down, took my boots off me and slid my pants off too.  My 1st thought was.. this is gonna hurt to stand on the ground in only socks... but that thought was quickly pushed out of my head.  He turned me back around to the tree, got down on his knees, lifted my leg over his shoulder and pulled my panties to the side.  His tongue hit the right spot as his fingers went inside.  I'm shocked I didn't tear my shirt up from wiggling against the tree so much.  I came 2 more times that way until I couldn't take it anymore.  I grabbed him by his shirt and said "either stop completely.. or fuck me now.. I can't take any more of this!!' 

He stood up, turned me around, I bent over and he slid in..  with the warning that it's been a long time and he probably wouldn't last long..and that's where it ended the 'fun' and became comical.

See.. I'm only 5'2"... he's 6'1".  Do the math.  We don't align up right.  I'm short.. and even shorter when I'm bending over.. cus I'm not as flexible as I used to be and bend my knees a little lol.  Plus, ppl kept either walking by or riding on their bikes. This is how the conversation went:

me: "ok.. it's clear.. go!'
him: "SHIT! Wait.. I hear someone.. stop moving.. ok.. they're gone..'
Me: "GO! God. goooo!!' Shit.. this isn't working.. UGGGHHH!! Why can't I be 6 inches taller!! This is BULLSHIT!! Where's a fucking stump when you need one? Why can't there be any fucking random stumps sitting around this damn park! It's woods for Christ sakes!'
Him: "wait.. there's a fence"
Me: 'what. the. FUCK do you want with a fence? I'm NOT sitting on a fence! How would that even work!??'
Him: 'put your feet in the holes.. that will bring you up some'
Me: 'and then what? Bend OVER the fence? Are you MAD?! I think you've lost your damn mind! I'm NOT gonna get impaled by a fence... how am I gonna explain THAT to my parents?? They think I'm at Olive Garden!!'

So.. at the time.. it wasn't a funny conversation, but as I played that back in my head on my way home.. I couldnt' stop laughing.  Really J!? You're 1st thought was.. 'they think i'm at Olive Garden?' lmao.

Anyway.. So we decide it ISN'T going to work.. so we start to get dressed.  BUT! I wasn't leaving until I got dick! (I can be pretty determined when I want to be lol).  I remembered the bathrooms.. I pulled my jeans back on.. grabbed my boots and his hand and pulled him back to the picnic areas without saying a word.

him: 'Where are we going?"
Me: (turning around to face him) 'Look.. i want you to fuck me. It's obviously not going to work out HERE (i point to the trees) so we're going in THERE!!' (I point to the bathrooms and turn around and keep walking.

He's close behind me when we arrive and  I hear him mudder as I'm opening up the womens bathroom is.. 'I hope they don't have cameras here....'

I pull him inside, turn on the light, drop my boots, and rip my jeans off and kneel on over the toilet all before he was able to unbutton his jeans lol.  I turn my head back towards him and ask 'you coming? or do I have to do this myself?'

Without another word, he closes the distance between us in 1 step, while dropping his pants, and is back inside me again.  It didn't take but a few seconds and we were both cumming.  I guess all that playing around earlier did it or it really HAD been a long time like he said.  Either way.. I got mine.. a few times.. and he got his. 

We cleaned up, went back to the picnic tables and talked for a little longer before calling it a day.  I was starting to fall asleep and knew I had to get home and NOT look like a bum sleeping in a park lol.

Just Brakes Con't.

***Sorry it's been awhile.  No excuses, I'll just jump back in**

(Just to wrap up from what happened last.. the cops were bringing the rape victim over to do a drive by lineup to confirm or deny if he was the 1 who raped her)

I held my breath.  It didn't look good.  Right before they had driven off, she was shaking her head yes.  YES?!?! YES WHAT?!?! Is what I thinking..

An officer walked away to take a phone call, but not before telling me to stay where I was.  The other officers were just standing around bullshitting like it was nothing.  Like I didn't JUST have a possible rapist in my pool that I was having sex with.  REALLY PPL??

The cop came back within a few minutes but long enough for me to smoke 2 more cigarettes. (hey.. I chain smoke when I'm nervous! Dont judge lol).

As he was walking back over, he looked over his shoulder and waved a 'come here' like gesture at the cop by the car Mr. just breaks was in.  I noticed he was leading mr. just breaks out of the car but turned my attention away when the cop approached me.

"I'm sorry ma'am." he started

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't look at the cop.  I just didn't want to hear it,.. to know it.. I didn't believe it.  But he continued anyway..

"I'm sorry for the intrusion tonight.  I'm sorry for ruining your evening." He paused as Mr. Just breaks was walked up to stand next to us and turned so he could hear what was being said.

"The victim said it wasn't him.  We apologize." he continued as another officer unhand cuffed mr. just breaks.

The silence was thick.  The heavy sigh from both me and just breaks was loud.  I just stood there.. processing everything the cop had just said.

"Wait.. wait a second.  I saw her shaking her head yes.. why was she shaking her head yes if you're saying she said no??" Not that I was TRYING to implicate him.. but I was curious.

"The officer had asked her if it was him, she said no.. he asked her.. 'are you sure' and she shock her head yes".  As the cop was was telling me this, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The EMT's and other officers began gathering their stuff and piling back into their cars quickly.  The real rapist was still out there and they had to go find him.

Mr. just breaks and I slowly made our way back to the back yard and into the patio in silence. The mood was DEFINITELY ruined.  I set my cigarettes down and started to gather our things from around the pool and noticed he was still just standing there staring at me.

"What?" I asked, curious to his stare.

He said nothing, just kept staring at me while I stayed still, half bent over picking the pool noodles off the ground.  Before I had a chance to ask him again, he closed the distance between us in 3 steps and was directly in front of me.  I slowly stood up, never taking my eyes off his.  He reached down, ran his hand into my hair and pulled my lips towards his.  It was intense.  Like, make me dizzy intense.  When he finally pulled away, I had to blink a few times to clear my vision and my head. 

"Wh.. what was that ffff.." I didn't even get to finish asking him what that was for, before he was kissing me again.  Hard and passionate.  Not like the kisses we shared before.  As he kissed me, he pulled me by the hand towards the house.  I followed, never breaking the kiss.

We didn't even make it all the way into the house when our towels came off.  It was animalistic.  Clawing at each other, trying to get more.  The couch was the closest so that's where we landed. 

Intense is the only way I could describe it.  It was gentle.  It wasn't slow.  It was raw.  Like our lives depended on it.. we HAD to have it and couldn't get it fast enough.  There was no foreplay.  There was no 'taking our time'.  Heavy breathing and loud grunts were the only noise.  It was over about as fast as it started, but I wasn't complaining.  It was probably the best sex I had had in a very long time. 

When we were done, we just laid there, him on top of me, staring into each other's eyes.  Nothing was said for what seemed like hours until he rolled over onto his back. 

"wow" was the only thing I could think of to say.

"yea.. "  he paused "I really need to get going"

"yea.. I know." I replied, but neither of us make an effort to get up.

Another 20 minutes passed before I started to get up and grab my towel again, I couldn't stop thinking of the events of the night.  What a good 1st 'date' lol

"this was a weird night" he spoke, breaking my thoughts. "never in a million years did i think that was how the night was going to go"

"I know... me either.  It's definitely memorable tho" I laughed.

By this time he was standing and trying to get dressed... tho he couldn't find 1 sock lol

"I guess I better get going..........." he trailed off. 

"yea... i guess..." neither of us acted like we wanted the night to end. But he had to get home to his wife before she started to suspect something and I had to do damage control with the neighbors.

We made plans to talk again soon as I walked him to the door.  He kissed me goodbye, gentle at first, but progressively getting more heated.

"I better stop or I won't leave" he said as he broke away.  I just nodded in agreement.

I watched as he climbed in his car, waved goodbye and drove off.

I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, but I knew I'd remember this night for the rest of my life.
 

10 Rules of Love

And when I say love.. I mean sex (chosen from past experiences)

1. Don't trust him when he asks to only 'stick the tip in'.

2. Watch out for that 3rd hand.

3. 'Donkey Gong' me and die.

4. No. It's NOT a 'protein shake' and it won't make my skin clearer.

5. They lie when they say it was an accident.  They know full well what hole they were aiming for.

6. The sentences "This has never happened before" or "My body just isn't used to you yet" are complete BULLSHIT excuses for the fact that they just can't get it up.  Don't take it personally.. it's their issue, not yours.

7. The pull out method doesn't work.

8. Never use the term "Ohh God! Stop teasing me!! I want you in me so bad" until you are 100% for SURE he isn't ALREADY in.

9. Never snicker when he reviews himself as if he was showing some great art.  He's trying to be sexy.. doesn't matter if he's smaller than your thumb.

10. Unless you want him to NEVER have sex with you again.. never say 'Why are you stopping?? That's it?? Seriously?? You're done already??'

Hope these will help ya'll along the way.. or at least make you chuckle.  Wish someone would have given ME these a long time ago lol

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....

The Driveby ID

I asked the female cop if I can at least throw some clothes on instead of walking out to the front with just a towel on. I can only imagine what they neighbors are already thinking. I'm sure they are all out in their front yards gossiping since there are about 6 cop cars and an ambulance out there.

I grab shorts and t-shirt and walk with the deputy towards the front. The whole time I'm asking a million questions. "What time did this attempted rape happen?", "How far away was it?".. all kinds of things. She answered some of questions in between trying to 'calm' me down.

"Miss, lets just get you over to the EMT's so they can check you out. Just calm down.. everything will be O.K."

She was really starting to piss me off because she wasn't listening to a damn word I was saying. She thought I was getting hysterical (have you ever looked up where the word hysterical came from? I suggest you do if you want a good laugh.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_hysteria)

Anyway.. she thought I was getting hysterical because of what they 'thought' he had done to me. I finally stopped walking so she'd look at me and explained myself again. This time I made her listen to me. I explained the events of the night.. from the time he got to my place until they showed up. I explained that what they saw was consensual... no way was he raping me. She finally looked like she was starting to understand me and asked if I would repeat what I said to the officers out front.

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When we arrived out front Mr. Just Breaks was already in the car. The look he gave me was a mixture of fear, confusion and anger. I can't blame him.. I'd feel the same way. The female cop called a few of the other officers over and asked if I would repeat what I had told her and I did. They all looked at me like they didn't believe me.

They were really starting to piss me off.

To break the silence, I recommended them to check his car and my car to prove that it hadn't been driven in awhile. The hood shouldn't be hot proving that either vehicle hadn't been driven in at least 2 hrs. 1 officer was given the task while the rest just stood around and watched, waiting for a sign. He came back and reported that both hoods were indeed not hot but that it still didn't prove he hadn't done it.

These cops were really starting to get on my nerves! What did I have to do to prove to them he couldn't have done it!?! They excused themselves so they could talk and asked if I would let the EMT's check me out. I declined stating that I had no injuries and didn't need it... that they could send them off. The cops didn't seem happy, they still didn't believe me. I know in that line of work many people will lie for others, but that's not me. But.. they didn't know that.

I lit a cigarette while scanning the street. Only 1 neighbor had come out to walk his dog, so that was good. However, it HAD to be the neighbor that was the street's gossiper. He always knew what was going on and loved to tell everyone about it. I knew I had to talk to him before he spread it all over... especially to my parents.

Before I had a chance to go over and talk to him, a few of the cops came back to inform me that they were going to do a 'driveby' line up. They were having another officer drive the victim by to see if she would ID Mr. Just Breaks as the guy that broke into her house and try to rape her.

It was't long before they were bringing him back out of the car, standing at the curb with just a towel on. I saw the cop car slowly driving down my street and I held my breath. Even though I was 99.99% sure it wasn't him, there was still a small part of me that was doubting what I knew. Could I have gotten the times wrong? Could they have? Did he really have time to do before coming over??

The car approached slowly. The cop said something to her.. she paused.. said something back.. the cop replied.. she shook her head yes and they drove off.

I just stood there. Did she really just nod her head yes?? What did that mean? Oh GOD! What did he do?? What was I thinking bringing him here? I didn't even know him? Could that have been me???

Umm.. WHAT?

As soon as I noticed that the helicopter was directly over us, watching us, highlighting us with it's HUGE search light, I freaked. I started to push Mr. Just Breaks away which caused him to lose his grip on me.

****Side note and a little advice for anyone who doesn't already know this: While water is NOT a good lubricant for sex.. it DOES however make your skin slick as snot.***

He lost his grip, I went flailing under the water, he tried to catch me but I was too busy trying to get myself up to the surface and he couldn't keep a hold of me. By the time I did finally breech the surface I ended up coughing up a lung. (I'm not a very strong swimmer to begin with and I'm not really a huge fan of water but I just wanted to try having sex in a pool... not so sexy now..) I'll admit, I probably over reacted which didn't help any, on top of the fact that even though I KNEW he was trying to help me, I couldn't help but think he was trying to drown me so I'm sure I elbowed or kicked him a few times too lol.

When I finally got the coughing under control and began my slow swim back to the steps, he kept asking me if I was O.K. (Hello dumbass! I almost drowned and I think I just swallowed 1/2 the water in the pool!! NO I'm NOT O.K.!!) I grunted a reply as I swore under my breath about the damn helicopter that started this whole mess. If they would have just kept flying by instead of being nosy as hell, this wouldn't have happened!!

Before I could even finish my thought though, the gate to the fence around our backyard sprang open and there were about 20 cops rushing into the pool area. Of course I screamed (like a little bitch lol) and dove for a towel. (I mean.. hello!?!? I'm naked here and there's a shit load of cops rushing in with their guns drawn!!) A cop that was closer to my towel grabbed it and rushed towards me to help me cover myself while the others began barking orders for Mr. Just Breaks to slowly exit the pool with his hands up.. still with their weapons pointed and ready to shoot.

I had no idea what was going on...

Was Mr. Just Breaks a wanted felon or something? I mean, I really didn't know the guy all that well and it never really occurred to me until THAT moment! Never even thought to ask! But really.. when asked would he honestly answer: 'Oh yea.. caught a few charges on rape and shit.. but nothing major.. not like I killed the girl or anything".

Needless to say I think I started having a panic attack.. which until that moment I had never had 1 before. The officer kept trying to wrap the towel around me but I kept fighting him off. Yelling at him not to touch me and that I could do it myself. I glanced over towards the pool just as Mr. Just Breaks was climbing out and onto his stomach, as directed.

The officer beside me kept trying to calm me down. In a slow and calm voice he kept saying "It's O.K. Ma'am. We're here now. He can't hurt you anymore".

I was perplexed. What the FUCK was going on?!?

Me: Uhh.. what the fuck are you talking about?! And why in the hell did you just bust into my yard!!??

Officer: Ma'am.. Just settle down. We're going to have the EMT's examine you to make sure you're O.K.

(I guess I was still coughing up a lung)

Me (swatting his hands away): I'm FINE! Just tell me wtf is going on!?!?

He talks into his radio, asking for the EMT's to come back to check me out.

Me: I don't NEED any damn EMT's! What I NEED is a damn explanation!!

Another officer walks up, a female this time and taps the male officer on the shoulder: I'll take over, I think dealing with a woman might be better for her right now.

Me: WHY IS EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE A VICTIM??!

Female officer as she tries to lead me away: Ma'am... let's come sit down over here and talk for a minute and I'll explain everything.

I let her lead me to the table and chairs and I grab a cigarette while I wait for her explanation.

Female officer: Are you O.K? Do you need anything before we get started?

Me: No. I'm fine. I just want to know wtf is going on! Why are all of you here!?

Female officer: I don't know if you were aware, but a few neighborhoods over, there was a burglary and an attempted rape just a bit ago. The guy took off before we could catch him and we've been looking for him since. Our helicopter has been out searching since it happened and noticed you 2 in the pool...

Me: Yea.. I noticed it was flying around.....

Female officer: Good. Now what I need you to do is go with the EMT's and let them take you to the hospital so we can have you checked out. We're sorry it took us this long to get here, to get to you before he assaulted you, but we're here now. I would like to go with you to the hospital so I can get your statement. Since we caught him in the act we can arrest him right now.

UMM.. HELLO... WWHHATT??

I stared at her with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY?? I glanced back over to where Mr. Just Breaks was.. and he was already hand-cuffed, they threw a towel around him and began leading him out the gate to their car. I jumped up...

Me: WAIT!! EVERYONE JUST HOLD ON A MINUTE!!!!

They continued to lead him away and no one seemed to pay any attention to me. I looked back to the female officer..

Me: Wait.. wait.. WAIT!! A damn minute!! Who do you think he is?? When did the burglary happen? No.. you're wrong.. it can't be him!!!

Female officer: Just calm down Ma'am. We're taking him away so he can't hurt you anymore.

Me: No.. you don't understand. He wasn't HURTING ME! I asked him to come over.. he.. we.. I was willing.. WILLING!! He didn't rape me or anything else!

Female officer: This isn't your fault. Don't think that you asked for this....

Me: No! You're wrong! All of you are wrong! I know it's not my 'fault' because nothing happened that I didn't WANT to happen! Don't you get that?

The female officer stands and gets me walking out to the front yard where the ambulance is waiting. She isn't listening to a word I'm saying and by now Mr. Just Breaks is sitting in the car... staring at me.

I freeze. I'm so confused. Did he really just break into someone's house before he got to mine? He did seem a little nervous when I answered the door. I just thought it was because he was nervous coming over to my parent's house.. nervous because this was only our 2nd time hanging out...