Mr. Coffee was silent while he dressed. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and rolled her at him as he did. It was hard for her to tell whether he was just sexually frustrated or completely disappointed. Either way, he walked out of her room fully clothed and semi-hard.
"You need to learn how to love a man while you are tripping out, you know." He grumbled.
He walked past her and brushed up against her smooth skin. Sensations tingled through him, and he shuddered. Mr. Coffee tried to look in her eyes, but she turned away. His heart raced like it wanted to escape his chest.
"I thought that we had something good going here. Why did you have to mess that up? We could have been great together. You could have at least sucked me off. "He said.
"Ummm, no. I have been a batch of "accidental" bitches this evening. I will not take the blame because you did not have a real time. When I find a MAN, then I will worry about how to love one. You drank that Hennessey and dropped to your knees quicker than a hooker on Main Street. That pretty much makes you fuck boy material since we are putting people in their place. I said I do not care for your mouth and attitude. I feel like you are holding something back from me, and this is just an act. Besides, you did not even bother to put on rubber, like I asked." She said.
"Maybe, I think of you as safe." He replied.
"Based on what? A small waist and a cute face? The fact that I can flirt something ridiculous? What was it that made you decide that I was safe? See, I thought that you were smart but not so much now. Worldwide in 2015 there were close to 16 million people on this planet that were on medication for HIV. Not mention, you have no idea what kind of parent I would be, if I got pregnant and had your kid. Instead of telling me how wrong I am, you should say thank you. We almost made a mistake that has lifelong shocks. We both got caught up at the moment, let it go."
"That's some bullshit. I can't get you pregnant. Damn, I only want to please you. I bet that is some sexy shit to watch on it, riding it, shivering. That's all I need."
"Still, good sense is not a good idea to you? Alright, just like I whipped out them cuffs, scarf, and whatever else I have ways to get mine without it being the last one I get. I am not upset, so let me make a suggestion to you, go and invest in a Pocket Pussy! Wait! Why you can't have any kids, did you get snipped?"
Mr. Coffee stiffened at her inquiry. His nostrils flared, and his cheeks flushed. His mouth flopped open several times. He began to scratch his head, and his eyes darted from side to side.
"I uh…I uh…well quite a few years ago actually when I was little I always felt like..." He stammered.
She walked over to the front door and opened it. The cool night air caressed her nude body, and she hid behind the door. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. At last, she watched him put his head down and leave her house for a second time that night.
No sooner than both his feet were across the threshold; Shelley shut the door. She breathed in a large gust of air and then blew it out. Then Shelley strolled to the bathroom for a shower.
Half an hour had passed before she returned to her bedroom freshly scrubbed. Mr. Coffee had become a lost thought just as quickly as he had become her every thought. She checked her cell phone and giggled while she stretched out across the unmade bed. She had a ton of missed calls from him, in that short time.
The fantasy of them had been incredible. She was not able to let the reality of him ruin it for her. Shelley had quickly caught him in a major lie when his tongue first touched her clit. He had a skill that came from either the freakiest imagination on the planet or insider knowledge.
She curled up on the bed. Shelley saw that he had left several messages. She chuckled as she pushed the button to retrieve her voicemails. Shelley grabbed a pillow, closed her eyes, and then rested her hand on her forehead while she listened to his voice.
"Shelley, I mean Inakat, if you want it me to come back, I will. Just call me and tell me something."
"Look, I apologize for the disrespect but can I at least come and lick you to sleep? You don't have to do anything for me. What's up ma, call me."
"That's messed up, that pussy sweet like pineapple juice and you are playing. You know what it is. Let me get that right, for you tonight, okay? Give me the green light and I'm on my way. Call me."
"Inakat, fuck with me love, for real."
© Inakat 2016
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